Two months ago
"Mrs's Adams I just need you to help me switch... it can't be that hard... I had three offers, Baylor, Boston and the O. Can I not change my mind" I ask desperately.
Mrs's Adams looks up from her paperwork on her desk, she looks to me over the rim of her glasses, and she slowly shakes her head side to side and looks back down to her job at hand, which was not me or my hysterics this afternoon.
I had been in to the counsellors office four times this week, so you must understand it's not that she's a shitty counsellor that lacks empathy, she's exasperated by the girl in front of her, a girl she knows well and had begged not to pick her university choice on her girlfriends, and I did.
I loved Ava, I wanted to be with her, and to be scouted together by the same university was a dream, we couldn't believe it, it seemed like we were fated to go and to grow together, through university, and I was ecstatic, she was too, we were floating on air. I didn't heed the warnings from my coach nor my counsellor to think about it hard, I took Ava's hand and we jumped in head first to our future.
Idiot.
There was a real good reason I never told my moms that I picked the O for Ava, because they would have forced me to go visit all of my options and then make a decision on which I preferred from that. My professional career as a soccer player was always on my moms mind, she saw that there was potential, she set me up with the best coach, the best physio, and of course she nurtured it, the talent she saw in me. I knew mom was proud of me, and proud of my sports prowess, but it wasn't my first love, not like basketball was for her.
Ava Montgomery was my first love, and my first priority. I made a mistake, because unlike Soccer, Ava wouldn't still love me in three months time. I didn't know that though, that she would take it all away, take the love I felt and squash it like it never existed in the first place, reducing us to friends in mere moments.
Fuck, to erase two years of love and romance in a two minute conversation.
"Wren is just a friend from school" she had said to the boy who took her arm that day on the porch. She had looked up to him with this smile I won't ever forget, a smile once reserved for me.
Ava had been letting me go slowly, it wasn't for my benefit, I can tell you that much, because what she did to me was let me live a hellish three months of not knowing where I stood with her, no, this was for her. She let me go slowly so it didn't hurt her so much, so she could slowly release my hand and take his, this meat heads, "Connor Dickhead McGee's"
I'm not sure if Connors middle name is dickhead, but it should be, because it suits him and his smug smile, the one he gave me as he assessed me stood there, three steps below them. It made me seem so much smaller at the time, my small frame seeming meek, like they both looked down on me, and it's how I felt.
Ava was above me now, her new identity forged in the fires of her parents church, the weekend camps they had been sending her to since they found out about us, they had changed her, three months of calling me the devil who tempted her, it had made her see me as such, it seemed. Connor was the golden boy who attended every church meeting and read the bible to the kids in Sunday school, he was her parents wet fucking dream!!
I remember shrinking as she said it "Wren is just a friend from school" and she meant it, she had made herself erase us, so all she saw when she looked at me was "Wren my friend" and I can't tell you how that one moment changed me, school was two weeks until the end, our exams were over, our colleges picked, our graduation looming, and here I was stumbling away from her porch, her house, as she called after me, and I felt a break, somewhere deep inside she broke something in me.
My mom had been wary of her, she had the intuition of a seasoned detective and the nose of a blood hound that could sniff out a fuck boy, or in this case, a fuck girl, a hundred miles away, and she knew it, she knew Ava would break my heart.
My mom never told me to steer clear, she said it was my life and my heart, but she just asked I go slow, to please go slow with love and be gentle with my heart and the heart I wish to possess, and I did, but it wasn't returned. My heart was not handled with care, it was sent back to me like a china plate that had been thrashing about in the back of a Mail truck for three months without proper packaging.
Mama liked Ava, she saw the good in her, like I did, and I think she hoped, like me, that mom was just being over protective, but we all know Mom is never, ever, wrong and my god I wish I had her ability to foresee the crash before the impact. Although apparently that has always been her curse too, anticipating impacts and never making connections in anticipation of them. I didn't want to close off to love like mom did for so long, but I don't want to run at it, arms spread in naivety either.
Now with the last few days of school I was in Mrs's Adams office and begging her on my lunch breaks to "please send me anywhere but the O" like my life depended on it. I knew though it was no use. I had chosen The O, I was about to play for them in August and join their team. Ava would be permanently in my world for three or four years depending how I went with my major. I would see her all week in training, on game days, on trips to play away, and we had to get on, it would be obvious if we didn't. and it would hurt our team.
I had one summer, eight weeks, to remove Ava Montgomery as she had so cruelly removed me, strip every affection I had of her, cut every memory of her, our two years of fun, of love making, of kissing, of romance, and love like no other. I had to forget how she made me feel beautiful, how she kissed away my tears when we lost someone I loved dearly last summer, how she made me smile again, how she knew my favourite snacks and would buy them as surprises and leave them for me in my locker with love notes. I had to forget how my whole world was wrapped up in her, a mistake, I knew now, to ever give so much of myself away.
"If you don't help me Mrs's Adams...I may just perish right here, right now, in front of you leaving a terrible stain on your office that will haunt you forever"
Mrs Adams rolled her eyes and picked up the phone "Coach Moyer can you please come to my office" she said matter of factly.
I slumped into the chair opposite her, and folded my arms.
"Yes it's Wren again" she said looking to me and leaning back in her chair as she spoke back and forth a little "yes I will tell her to head on down to you" she said ending the call and looking back to me, hands clasped together on her desk "Ms Nomikos... I can see what's transpired here and I know that Ava is joining you at the O, but it doesn't have to be the end of the world... you have the summer, remind yourself that you and your college experience are all that matter here, your future, not hers, do not let someone else dictate whether that will be a positive experience for you. Take it in both hands and make it one for yourself. Ask yourself ... what do I want from my college experience... what will make it the best experience of my life... and make it happen Wren"
"Currently that would be, not attending at all, and the demise of dickhead McGee... but we can't have it all" I return sarcastically with a pretend smile, as I stand to leave.
"I will pretend I didn't hear that" she mutters as I reach for the door "coach wants you down at the gym... hopefully she can talk up college and get your head in the game again"
"If she works in mind control perhaps she can" I throw back, emptying out into the busy corridor.
Cam is stood with his back to his locker, arms folded across his chest, eyebrows raised questionably, a look on his face that says "not again Wren".
"Don't say it" I urge finger poised and he pushes off of the locker and walks beside me as we walk up the corridor to the gym.
"Want me to go and fight Connor for you" he asks, leaning against my arm and nudging me slightly.
I fight my sulky bottom lip and nudge him back.
"No... but I do want to go burn his beloved Audi to the ground tonight...if you want to join" I ask.
He lifts his lips to smile, and then frowns, realising that I'm not joking. "Wait... no..." he stutters and he pulls me aside as students push by us "Wren" he states firmly "no" he adds like I'm a dog who needs to be taken in hand.
I shrug my shoulders like it's not that big of a deal "Olympia is on board... in fact it was her suggestion" I add.
"No way in hell are you both committing arson tonight... you don't think it will be obvious it was you" he asks.
I consider that for a second and feel annoyed, because he was correct, it kinda would be obvious.
"What's occurring" Olympia asked with a spring in her step as she came to a stop beside us, flicking her long glossy hair over her shoulder.
Olympia was about to be sixteen and she literally had the entire school eating out of her hands already, she was beyond beautiful, naturally so, and she didn't even try to gain the attention, it came to her quite naturally whether she wanted it or not, and since Cole and her had been together the last year, it had only made her more popular. She was far too young for Cole, and it seemed gross to me that a senior should be dating a fifteen year old, it would be like Cam dating her right now, eeew!
My parents disliked Cole, mostly due to the age gap, but also a little because of the way he was with their daughter. Olympia was still a baby in their eyes at fifteen, and they didn't appreciate the way Cole at seventeen, ogled her.
The strictest restrictions were put on us both for dating, all because of Olympia, there were curfews and rules about dates and our moms took it as a personal challenge to keep suitors out of our bedrooms and avoid us being alone with them. It was all for Olympias sake, and I agreed, let's keep Cole out of my sisters pants as long as possible, although if they knew Olympia like I did, they would know she already had her night planned to lose her virginity, and it was on her sixteenth birthday. Apparently us Nomikos girls liked to keep this going as some kind of tradition. I should really tell Josephine, so that she can prepare a chosen suitor, she's only got two years.
"Wren just told me of your plan to commit arson tonight, and I was reminding her that it's a terrible idea... they will know it's her" Cam says glancing to Olympia momentarily and then focusing back to me.
Olympia frowns "Cam this isn't up for debate. I already bought the lighter fluid and have the matches in my bag" she says slipping the arms of her backpack down and opening the zip to reveal the contents.
Cam peeked in and zipped it back up quickly looking around to see if anyone noticed. "Lym don't be insane" he chastised pushing it back up onto her shoulders. "Get rid of that right this second"
Olympia pushes him away annoyed that he is talking to her like she's a child "Cameron as you well know this Connor McGee doofus fuck wit deserves it... he's a grade A asshole. He's been telling anyone who will listen that Wren is queer, and out to steal any girl who looks her ways, virginity, tainting them like the devil"
I widen my eyes to hear that all again. Connor had been sprouting this hatred about me across the lunch hall for a whole week before he got pulled in by the head teacher about it. It didn't even make me flinch the way he must have hoped it would, I was queer, unashamedly so, and everyone knew it, so it didn't hit the spot he hoped, he wasn't outing me as he wanted, and our school was progressive, there were a tonne of queer students. Connors attempts to take me down were quite honestly laughable, and made him the ugly one, and Ava the idiot for being on his arm.
"I mean I would happily do so ... as long as they were eighteen and consenting"
Cameron throws me a look, and Olympia laughs.
"Getting under girls to get over girls is overrated" Cameron informs me.
Olympia and I both turn to him and wrinkle our noses up. "Cameron don't remind us of the revolving door that was your crotch this senior year" I suggest, and he shakes his head.
"It was four girls...not fourteen, and I'm sure they were just using me for curiosity's sake... like he looks like a dude, he sounds like a dude but does he have junk like a dude" he mocks and we both know it's kind of true in two of the girls case, but the other two were quite taken with Cam. I think they both kind of fell in love with him to be honest, and he was most definitely in love with Grace, and she was him, god they should have worked out, but her family moved away last spring and it came to an abrupt end. Cams first love, first sexual experience, first person romantically who loved him wholly for him.
Cameron was pretty cute, no not pretty cute, he was the cutest, he had the most handsome bone structure, beautiful lips that any girl would love to kiss, he had spent his entire teens in a gym bulking himself up, and his body, although not surgically touched at all, it was to a strangers eye, completely male, just as he was inside. Cams moms, Greer and Ria, they spent a long time with his specialist when he was fourteen discussing what they could do to help him get through puberty, because although his chest was small naturally, his breasts were there, and to him, they shouldn't be, and other changes were occurring too, but not in the places he needed to change, he didn't have facial hair or a deep voice. They put Cam on a small dose of Testosterone, nothing crazy but enough to slowly help him feel like his body was his and it was male, and they adjusted that dose over time. Now that Cam was eighteen, he had blonde facial hair and his voice was deeper. I knew soon, when he left school and he was officially making his own medical choices, as an adult, he would get the top surgery too.
Cameron, honestly, he's gotta be one of the most handsome guys at school, and although he gets attention, he doesn't see it in himself, and that always amazes me. If I was straight, I would go for Cam in a heartbeat, but I cannot get past the facial hair, or the fact, to me, he's like my other half, my twin brother, just a heck of a lot taller and blonder. I loved Cam so deeply, he wasn't just my friend, he was family, and our entire family thought of him as so, Cam was as ours, as he was Greer and Rias. The only positive with going to the O and staying in Oregon, was that Cameron was coming too, he wanted to become a school counsellor, and so he would take similar classes to me, majoring in psychology.
"Four... fourteen... all debatable and none good enough for you" Olympia begins "but what's not debatable is that Audi catching on fire tonight... I looked it up, it's a rare limited edition one" Olympia announces menacingly with a smirk "and he spends so much time with it... petting it, cleaning it, whispering sweet nothings to it..." and she raises her eyebrows at Cam before wiggling them "he's going to be absolutely heartbroken when she takes the highway to the sky"
I let out a laugh at the way Olympia is so excited and eager to torch this car, more so than me, and I hated this guy.
Cam looks to us both and slowly shakes his head "you two are trouble. I don't want to be dragged into this one"
Olympia snakes her arm around his shoulder, she is taller than me now but shorter than Cam, and she pushes her body into the side of him whilst sticking out her fat bottom lip "don't be a party pooper Cameron... come and play...don't you want to make sure we get home safely" she adds, knowing he will, knowing he worried about us sometimes more than our parents, mostly because he knew what we were truly up to.
She squeezes him tighter as Cole approaches.
"Did you forget what your boyfriend looks like" he asks.
She jumps away from Cam, surprised to hear Cole's voice, but she beams to see him and jumps into his arms before they begin a make out that Cam and I turn away from. We walk back to the gym to avoid the slurping sounds behind us, where my coach was still awaiting me.
"They make me sick" I say gulping and wrinkling up my nose.
"Me too" Cam adds as we push through to the gym and Coach Moyer turns on her heels, she throws me a soccer ball and it hits me hard in the chest.
"Did you feel that" she asks, and I frown.
"My teacher assaulting me" I ask, and she pretends to laugh before she throws another at me, hard. I look to her like she's insane, my eyebrows knit together as she picks up another and lobs it at me with such speed that she clearly missed her vocation in being a baseball pitcher.
"No... the Soccer ball hitting you in the guts...the only thing you should be focusing on" she retorts.
"Stop it" I demand. I drop my backpack as Cam backs out of the door behind me.
"Your on your own" he whispers as the door shuts.
Two more balls come hurtling toward me "coach stop it" I shout, and she smiles as she throws four more.
"Get out on the pitch..." she demands. She throws my cleats down on the floor next to me before she disappears out the exit to the field.
I take a deep breath wondering what the hell she was about to do to me. I switch out my sneakers for the cleats and I throw off my sweater so I'm only in my t shirt and shorts.
I exit onto the field and coach is stood there, Ava is in the goal and I stop dead in my tracks. Some of the girls are taking shots at the goal, training, she dives for a couple meant for her, and I notice her gaze land on me, she misses a ball that flys past her, the girl shouts "score" as Ava refocused back to the task at hand.
Coach urges me over to her with her finger flexed toward me "come" she demands.
I slowly walk over to her where she stands mid field. She points to Ava as I reach her but I avoid looking her way "Ava is here doing extra practice so she can try and be excellent when y'all hit the O, but you Wren, you got into three colleges, you are already excellent, you don't even have to try, your seventy percent is Ava's one hundred percent" and she leans in closer to whisper "I never said this but you're better than Ava, you are better than this relationship, you are better Wren, and I won't have you fuck up this time of your life over a girl whose hundred percent barely touches your seventy... come on don't be a pussy about it, go to college, show them who the hell Wren Nomikos is and pretend like Ava is just one of many on that team. Put up with her until you no longer have to, until one day you realise you no longer care. One thing I know about college, there are plenty of girls..." she says winking at me "and I'm sure they would love to take your mind off of Ava"
"You sound like someone who knows from personal experience" I throw back.
Coach turns me by the shoulder to face Ava, and hands me a ball.
"Take your best shot at her, and then leave it on this field Wren. Take the summer and go at college with that determination I've seen your entire life playing on this pitch. You have a fire in you... and I want to see it light that whole field up out there"
Oh, I was about to light something up, but it wasn't my soccer career, it was Dickheads Audi.
I take the ball and nod at coach, she was right of course. I had to somehow leave my feelings with Ava off of the next pitch, perhaps one last shot at her would make me feel better.
I should have known really, that when I direct my foot it never misses it's target, and so when I set that ball down and backed up, Ava looked at me, our eyes locked for the first time and she looked worried. She should have been worried, because my look was one of absolute fury as I ran forward, my right leg kicking out, driving the ball with the side of my boot right at her, with such a force, her hands didn't shoot up in time to protect herself, and it hit her right in the chest sending her backward with the force.
Ava landed on her butt, and a couple of the girls that were on the pitch went over to help her back up, gasping with the way it had hit her hard. I looked down at her, the urge to pick her back up and dust her off, to apologise, it was strong, but my pain, that she had inflicted, the wound, it was deeper and it stopped me from acting, instead I turned around and walked away, coach kind of shrugged "a little harder than I expected but do you feel better" she asked.
I nodded and smiled as I turned around to see Ava looking to me from the goal, fully stood now, dusting herself off, hurt washing over her features as she glared at me.
I know it's childish, but I am eighteen. I wanted to laugh at her out of frustration, it was like the ball knocked her senses out of her and she suddenly realised how I now hated her, and what she had done to me.
This was perhaps the last day I would see her now before she walked at graduation. Her last memory of me, it would be me kicking a ball at her with fury. I guess that was a good place to end our high school life together, our journey here ending on the field where it began all those years ago as little kids.
College would begin our next chapter. I was just glad Ava had moved from midfield to Goalie again because I could cope with her being the opposite end of the pitch, most of the game, at-least I wouldn't have to pass to her on the regular and have my game be effected by her being so close to me. I didn't remember what it was like to be close to Ava and not have her loving gaze on me, to not be excited for a game to finish so we could run to the showers together, to just know I was loved by her, it was everything ... and now... it was nothing... we were nothing.
"Wren wait" she had called behind me but I kept walking. "We need to talk" she added as she stopped me mid step, slightly breathless, her shorts covered in grass stains.
"I think you've been clear" I say trying to avoid her hazel eyes that wildly took me in.
"Do you hate me" she asks, her hand runs down my arm and my flesh recoils from her touch, it felt anything but comforting now. She notes the instinctive pull away from her and she looks to my arm and then back to me, and if I wasn't so shitty at reading people I would have sworn she looked like she was as heartbroken as me.
"I kinda do" I return and she tears up at my honesty, her beautiful eyes filling with tears. "I think when you love someone as much as I love you, it's only natural, that the love turns into something darker, because you have hurt me more than I ever knew possible Ava, and now you are paraded around by that meat head in front of me" I say hands flying in the air "as he verbally abuses me" I say disbelievingly "tell me how it could ever not turn into hate" and I turn and walk away.
"Wren I'm so sorry" Ava calls out behind me through tears that now fall heavily.
"Leave it on the pitch" I call back emotionless.
***
Flames lick the cars shiny exterior.
Olympia throws the evidence away in a dumpster behind the local fast food outlet and we quietly climb the metal staircase and sit on the roof of the burger joint that Cameron worked at last year, and we watched that Audi burn, every inch of its exterior blackening under the flames.
Olympia looks to me, her legs swinging off of the roof "feel better" she asks.
I place my hand on hers beside me and lean against her arm "I love you O" I whisper and she pulls her hand out from under mine and wraps her arm around me instead, kissing my forehead.
"I love you too sis" she whispers back as the sirens sound in the distance.
"We should go before they spot us up here" I suggest.
"Nope... we are going to see the dick heads reaction first" Olympia says with a little smile tugging on her lips.
"You're enjoying this too much should I be worried" I ask looking to my little sister, the flames reflecting off of her big brown eyes, her dimples deepening.
She looks down at me, my head resting on her shoulder, and she squeezes me affectionately "I did come from Halloween remember?" She reminds me and I let out a little laugh.
"You sure did O, you sure did" I return and as we look back, Connor appears with Ava on his arm from the party that they had been attending and he flings her off as he rushes toward his beloved car and Olympias husky little laugh rings in my ears as he goes down to the ground crying out "nooooo" dramatically as if it was his beloved on fire. The fire men begin to unravel the hose and move toward the fire "stand back" you can hear them call but he's either too stupid to listen or too heartbroken to move and I have to throw my hand over Olympias mouth as the spray hits him and sends him onto his back before hitting the car and putting out the flames, Olympias eyes are watering from laughing so hard and I look at her and want to laugh just as freely but as I look back down, I spot Ava, she looks up towards us and even in the dark, at a distance, she knows me anywhere, and Olympia and I had a thing for roof tops.
"Quick let's go" I say scuffling to a standing position and grabbing Olympias hand "time to get out of here" I say running with her, back down the stairs, and out of there.
My phone rings as we make it half way down the road "it's me I'm parked in the Walmart" Cam says and Olympia and I divert our course instantly to the car park where we find Cam and jump inside his car.
"Thank god you finally showed up" I say buckling up beside him.
"I had dinner with my moms... couldn't get out of it... graduation plans" he informs us as he turns in his seat and looks to Olympia.
"Lym you stink of burnt car" he says wrinkling up his nose.
"That is the scent of karma dear Cam... karma and dickheads tears" she says playfully and Cam and I share a look.
"She's too good at this stuff" Cam says.
"Terrifying isn't it" I return as he sits forward and starts the car.
***
We pull into the driveway and Gaga and Lala are sat on the porch having a warm drink and awaiting us at curfew, luckily mom and mama were on a date night tonight.
"My favourite grandparents" I say overly sweetly as Olympia and I wave Cameron off and make our way up the porch steps.
Lala raises her eyebrows "Kid...don't play me...come here and tell me why you two are early for curfew... it's unheard of" she finishes.
Gaga imitates her questioning eyebrow raise from over her hot chocolate "and quite frankly it stinks of foul play" she adds "wait..." she says reaching for Olympia and pulling her onto her lap, she sniffs her hoodie "it's not the curfew that stinks... it's Olympia" she announces and she gestures for Lala to sniff her too "Willa what is that" she asks and she wrinkles up her nose before they release Olympia who jumps back and sits on the wrap around looking as innocent as possible.
"Why do you smell like burnt metal" Lala asks as her and Gaga look to Olympia.
"Don't lie to us... we are old but we can see through teen lies a mile off" Gaga dares.
Olympia gulps and looks to me and I shrug.
"Wren got dumped by Ava for this guy who is an absolutely dick and his car happened to go up in flames tonight and I happened to be close enough to get a good look... nothing more to tell really" she says and she gets up to go inside, but as she passes, Lala grabs her hoodie and leads her back into view with it.
"You and Ava split up" Lala asks me and I bite my lip, the pain evident in my eyes as Lala looks pained to see it there.
Gaga stands and comes over to pull me into her arms "I'm sorry" she whispers as she kisses my forehead. "Love sucks sometimes" she adds.
"And did he hurt you" Lala asks, looking like she would throw hands for me.
Olympia pipes up before I can "He told everyone she was queer, luckily everyone already knew, then he made it sound as if she was a sexual deviant that would take all the girls to hell with her if we let her"
Both Lala and Gaga gasp at that news "honestly in this day and age" Gaga says holding me against her in a loving embrace.
Lala pulls Olympia onto her lap "did you get a video? I know you got a video" she asks and Olympias mouth slowly turns into a wicked grin as she pulls out her phone and opens it to a video of Connor falling to his knees as the car is going up in flames, you can hear Olympias husky laugh being suffocated by my hands in the background.
Gaga and I move closer to view it and we all stand around, all of us watching as the light of the phone lights up our faces, and I look to them all and they are all trying not to smile.
"Wow we are a vengeful family aren't we" i observe.
"Allie... I mean Gaga... she writes lists ...she's not so much vengeful"
"And Lala is far too kind but loves to see karma in action"
"I confess I do" Lala says.
"What do we have here" mama calls and we all jump as we hadn't heard that damn electric car of moms approach on the driveway.
"Nothing" Lala lies and she hands Olympia her phone "delete" she orders.
"You guys all look incredibly guilty" mom says coming up behind mama and wrapping her arms around her from behind, they stand in their embrace and look to us with raised eyebrows.
"Teddy we must really start doing background checks on these babysitters" mama teases and Gaga rolls her eyes as we all head inside the house. "How were Bash and Josie" she asks.
"They played us at Uno and went to bed with a belly full of popcorn... all good" Lala confirms. "Josie's not long gone to bed mind, apparently ten is early for a fourteen year old"
"What is that smell" mama asks as we all enter together and Gaga smiles but tries to hide it.
"Karma" she whispers.
Lala grabs me and Olympia and pulls us aside "Don't make me regret not telling them" She says. "If I find out you had anything to do with it" she adds.
"You won't" I promise.
"Promise" Olympia adds as Lala places an arm around both of our shoulders.
"You certainly wouldn't ever hear it was us... I'm not that stupid" Olympia adds.
"Good" Lala returns.
Olympia smiles wickedly and whispers "I know how to ditch evidence and there were no cameras back there" and Lalas eyes widen and I take Olympia by the arm.
"She's joking" I lie as I drag her upstairs to change.
***
The summer began with Connors burnt out husk of a car being towed away, he and Ava broke up, apparently he was intolerable once his beloved car got wrecked.
I started my summer with tears, heart ache and a feeling of hopelessness, but once the annual Nomikos trip to Greece was over, I felt better, my aunts and cousins had cheered me up beyond belief and I was ready to face college, to face August and all that this fresh start entailed.
I had no idea that August wouldn't just bring college, new classes, new friends and new adventures... it would also bring Millie... and an undeniable spark.
The fun was about begin....
Ava, who?
***
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