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[samantha bethany jones]

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it was starting to rain lightly and the head lights of the other cars, flashed on samanthas face as she made her way to haldirs hotel room. she wasn't really sure why she was heading there. yes, haldir had said pippin was there and that he wanted to talk to her, but why should she care? after the last conversation the two of them had, he should have been at her door, not dragging her out into the rain to speak with him. she felt stupid for even allowing herself to be convinced to do so. the two men were probably laughing at her now, finding it funny how easy it is to get her to jump when they say so. with that thought, samantha thought about turning around and heading back home, however she was also there now and most of the damage was done, now that she had even accepted the offer to come over, although it wasn't even really an offer.

pulling up in the parking lot, samantha tried to find a spot close to the door, before parking and making a quick dash out of the ran and then toward haldirs room. shaking off lightly, samantha ran her hands through her hair, trying to tidy it a little. letting at a sign to calm her nervous just a little, samantha reached out and knocked on the door lightly. she was sure this night was going to be awkward, her ex and the man she had just slept with, who happened to be her ex's brother. she didn't care how calm haldir tried to sound on aim, there was no way, any part of this night that was going to be calm, there was no way it could be.
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hallie (kait), outfit, 296 words, sorry its horrible

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[haldir nathaniel bradley]

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Haldir laughed as he dropped his phone beside him on the bed, a silver flask clutched in his other hand. He shook his head and got up. He put the open flask up to his lips, taking a long drink of the whiskey that was contained inside. Once he emptied the flask, he placed it on the bed side table and went to make sure that everything was perfect. He didn't think it would be as easy as it had been to lure Sammie over to the hotel. All it took were a few choice words and a bit of convincing and she was practically eating out of his hand. He had only told her that his older brother had appeared here in Hawaii, looking to make amends for whatever the hell he had said to her to get them on such bad terms. If what she had told them before was any clue to what was really going on between his brother and his ex, then really it was any wonder why she had agreed to come in the first place.

The truth was, Pippin wasn't actually there. In fact, he had no idea where Pippin was, or what he was doing. the two for them hadn't talked since Haldir decided to be a real dick and tell his brother about his intimate encounter with Sammie and that put a hole where holes didn't belong in their relationship. Sure, the two of them had their issues, they were brothers and basically complete opposites, apart from a few shared traits, but they still talked. It wasn't rare for them to not talk or long periods of time, and when they didn't they kept in contact through their younger sister, Galadriel or "Lady" as she preferred to be called. She was off gallivanting in London, attending college. Even now he tried to get Lady to talk to Pippin for her, buts he had told him to shove it. it was then that Haldir knew he'd fucked up and had to do something to fix at least one of his relationships. So he had decided when Sammie had started to talk to him that afternoon, that he would start with her.

Honestly, Haldir had no real plan for what was going to happen next. He was drunk, but not like the last time he'd seen Sammie. No. This time was different. He knew he was drunk, but was going to e able to hide it; he had to. He couldn't give away anything. Sure, Sammie probably figured he'd had a couple drinks during their internet conversation, but what she hadn't known was that he'd pretty much been drinking since returning from the gym. He'd been drunk when he logged on, and it only escalated from there. He had a drinking problem. At first it was innocent enough, a way to releave the accumulating stress that he faced during his days. His publisher was getting restless, and he was getting frustrated. He wanted to end his series as a trilogy, but the more he wrote the more and more it looked like it would continue for many books to come. The more he became stressed, the more he drank, and now it was something he barely had any control over.

Half an hour passed since he'd stopped talking to Sammie, and the time he'd figured he was ready or her to arrive. He had cleaned up his room to the best of his abilities, fixing the linens on his bed, rounding up his work and shoving it away in a drawer and a messenger bag, sticking the bag in the closet. Luckily he'd found time to run down to the hotel flower shop and purchased six dozen roses which he used the petals to help decorate. He kept a single rose in a crystal vase atop the table, half a dozen were laid against the pillows on his bed, with petals scattered around them. The rest had been scattered in a trail from just outside the door to the bedroom. And one last rose he kept for himself, to present to Sammie upon her arrival. The entire suite was illuminated in candlelight, all other lights turned out. Haldir smiled at his work and hid in the bathroom attached to the bedroom. He was proud of his work. He found it to be very Pippin-esque, although he wasn't trying to mimic his brother. He was only trying to keep the illusion that he was there to further the lie before he put the real action into play. Even if he didn't know what it was yet. He heard the knock at the door, but didn't move from his spot. He hoped that she would notice the petals, and follow them in. Luckily he'd also forgotten to shut the door fully as he lay the trail of petals through the room. He knew that there were two ways that this could play out. The good, or the bad. He wasn't sure which one would be which, but honestly right then and there, he didn't care.

outfit: CLICK (The ring's for later ;])

[samantha bethany jones]

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arriving at the hotel room, samantha has knocked lightly, continuing to pull at her damp hair, trying to get it to work in some kind of fashion. she was already wishing she had stepped into the lobby bathroom to take a look, however it was to late for that now, she had already made a knock and soon haldir or pippin would answer the door. she only hoped that neither of them would look at her as some sort of mess, however that's how she felt. she was ins a thin orange shirt, which had rain drops covering it, white pants, which she had tried to protect as she made her way into the building. the last think she needed was wet see through pants. no it wasn't the best outfit for the weather that was no taking place, however it had been what she had been wearing all day, so there had been little point in changing just to come see the boys.

looking down the hall, samantha started to rock on her heels, still waiting for someone to answer the door. she never took a moment to look down and since she had been in such a rush and worrying over her hair when she had arrived to the door, she hadn't yet noticed the rose petals on the floor. letting out a lightly sigh, samantha raise her hand and knocked on the door once more, this time with a little more force. as she started to move her hands away, the door started to move open slightly, from the force of her knock. raising a brow, samantha took a step closer and started to push the door open, a little weary of what she might find. it was odd for the door to be open and with the past between the two brothers lately, there was no real clue of what she could be walking into.

pushing her way into the door, moving slowly, samantha called out in a light voice, "hello? haldir, pippin?" it was strange to her that it was so silent and that no one had greeted her at the door. normally pippin was a stickler to sucking up to samantha, something she hated and loved about the man. it was odd to her that he wasn't there to open the door for her. finally stepping into the hotel room, samantha tried to look for the light switch, it was dark and it was hard for her eyes to adjust so quickly from the lighted hall to the dark room. pausing in the door way, her eyes finally landed on the bight lights around the room, candles. making a face, samantha continued to walk in, her eyes making the rounds around the room. there were rose petals every where along with roses on the bed, in a vase on a table, and even a trail of petals leading to her feet, she continued to follow them and noticed they made their way into the hall. okay, now this was getting weird. if this was pippin and haldirs idea of a joke, she wasn't really laughing, not after everything that been taken place between all of them lately.

pushing the door close, samantha continued to make her way deeper into the hotel room, still trying to find pippin or haldir "guys? pippin? haldir said you had some romance ideas, but like i told him, im not looking for any romance right now." she called out as she placed her bag on a chair. "guys?" she called out again, still waiting for at least one of them to appear so she would know this wasn't someones sick idea of a joke.
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hallie (kait), outfit, 627 words, sorry its horrible

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[haldir nathaniel bradley]

[/style][style=width:430px; height: 300px; overflow: auto; padding: 10px; border-top: 5px solid #8d2222; border-bottom: 5px solid #8d2222; background-color: fff; text-align: justify;]After a minute, he began to grow impatient. He heard a second, louder knock at the door and shifted his stance, playing with one of the deep red petals on the rose in his hand. Maybe he should have gone and opened the door for her. He shook his head to himself. No, he couldn't. He had a plan set, though it was still incomplete, it was still a plan. He swallowed nervously, and closed his eyes, taking a few deep breathes. Okay, so he was more nervous than he'd originally thought. Even in his drunk-ish state, he was beginning to feel like this was a stupid idea. He put the rose down on the bathroom counter and leaned in, placing his hands on the white marble. He looked at himself in the mirror, staring intently at his reflection, even if he couldn't see it all that well. He didn't think that he looked that bad, and with his ego, even if it was small, (Pippin's was definitely much bigger) he didn't feel like he looked his best either. In the midst of all the preparation of the room, he had forgotten to take care of himself. Sure, he had taken a shower at the gym, and even managed to fix his hair so it didn't look like a mess, but he found his green eyes sullen and tired. The author blinked at his reflexion and sighed softly so that No one hear him.

"Hello? Haldir, Pippin?"

Haldir looked at the door of the bathroom, and into the candlelit room beyond. He smirked and straightened his posture. He picked the rose back up and took a step back, furthering himself into the bathroom. He had no idea why he had done this, but it was already done. He resumed his fiddling, only this time he stuck his free hand into the pocket of his jeans and began to fiddle with what was in his pocket. A ring. Haldir's eyes widened with the realization of what was in his pocket only to realize then that the pants he was wearing weren't his own, but his brothers. It was strange, Haldir himself was a tall man, and Pippin was as well, but he was at least four inches shorter than he. How could these pants fit him was the question. Sure, when he'd put them on at the gym he'd found them a little tight in the waist, but he'd figured that he'd just gained a bit of weight. It wasn't as if he was eating the best, and his trips to the gym weren't as frequent as they once had been.

Distracted, Haldir pulled the ring from his pocket and examined it. It was a cute little thing, but damn was it ever huge. He wasn't a diamond expert or anything, but knowing his brother the large blue-green diamond that sat center stage was real, as were the two clear ones on either side. Quickly, he looked up, listening to for any sign that Sammie was getting closer. "Guys? Pippin? Haldir had said you had some romance ideas, but like I told him, I'm not looking for any romance right now." He bit his lip. Damn. She was getting closer. He still found it a little amusing that she thought his brother was there with him, but he wasn't going to dwell on that now. What he was going to dwell on was the fact that his brother had a rock like this in his jeans. Shaking his head, Haldir stuck the ring in his pocket, and stepped out of the bathroom, smiling the best he was capable when he wasn't completely off his rocker, the rose still tightly clutched in his hands. "Guys?"

Haldir approached Sammie and tapped her on the shoulder. "Right here, love." He said, waiting for her to turn around. He could feel his heart begin to race snide his chest. He was curious to see what she would do. Would she yell, would she ask where his brother was? Well the second was an obvious question, but what he was more worried about was how she was going to react when he told her that he'd lied to her. He figured that she would either stay and proceed to argue with him about God knows what they argue about now. Or she would hit him, say something he probably wouldn't listen to and then leave. He felt that it was getting repetitious between them and he was bored. He realized the that it was one of the reasons for this. Not only did he want to make amends for his stupidity, but he wanted to spice up their relationship. It wasn't as if the fact that the two of them had sleep together hadn't done that already, but he knew that soon that would only be a little scar on a much bigger picture.

outfit: CLICK (The ring's for later ;])

[samantha bethany jones]

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it was clear from the neatness of the room, that she wasn't going to find a body laying around any where, which was a good sign. it meant that the brothers hadn't killed each other, but it was clear to her that something else was happening, taking place before her eyes. if this was pippins way of saying sorry, it was sweat, but it wasn't going to work, not when he used haldirs place to do it. it was all so weird, thinking of haldir and pippin around each other.

swallowing, samantha stopped in the middle of the large room, her mind wondering for a moment, thinking about what she had done. she had slept with her ex's brother, it was weird, she made things weird. maybe it was her fault. she had been blaming haldir for telling pippin, but he was a boy, they liked to push other peoples buttons, act like children. they were all about hurting their siblings and crossing lines. it had been up to her to stop lines from being crossed. she should have been the one to stop the happenings that had taken place in this room not to long ago. she was the whore that slept with her ex's brother. she was sure pippin took it as some kind of spiteful action, especially after how she skipped down right when they were starting to see if they still had anything or not. she loved him, she did, however samantha always knew deep down that she wasn't right for pippin, maybe this was another one of her self destructive actions? maybe deep down she knew haldir would tell pippin and it would be enough to make him hate her and never speak to her again, enough to get him to let go and move on to someone that was more fit for him. however, if that was the case, what was he doing her now? was he trying to get his heart shattered into a million pieces. deep down samantha hoped that pippin hadn't done all of this. it would be weird if haldir had, a crazy idea really, samantha knew that, however it would be better for her and pippin and it pippin hadn't been the one to do it. he didn't the need the heartache that would fallow.

shit, samantha was already wishing she hadn't come. wishing she had turned around when she was in the car and knew she was walking into some sort of mind fuck. she knew that the boys had been up to something, because of how weird it all sounded, however this was nothing she expected or was ready for. they both were probably hiding in a closet, with some kind of set up waiting for her. moving her hand up, samantha moved some hair behind her ear, as she licked her lips lightly. what was going on? what kind of mess had she gotten herself into and how was she going to get out. she felt like an animal in a cage, she just wanted to get out. maybe there was time. neither of the man had shown their faces yet, maybe they hadn't even heard her, they could have gone for ice and hadn't returned yet, maybe she could make a b-line for her care and pretend she never came and never saw any of this.

samantha was just about to turn around, when she felt a finger tapping on her shoulder and a failure voice only a foot or so behind her. whipping around, her wet hair flying around her in clumps, samantha tried to suppress a scream. she had gotten so caught up in her mind, she had forgotten where she was and who might have been with her. "hi haldir." samantha said softly as she tried to compose herself, before haldir could tell she had been startled. trying to look around the tall man, she tried to see if pippin was behind him, "where is your brother?" she asked softly, also trying to figure out where he had come from. looking up at haldir, her eyes caught his face and rested there for a moment. things were starting to become more weird than she had expected. here haldir was alone, but why. "what are you two boys up to?" samantha asked, hoping she would be able to cut right to the chase. she doubted that haldir would just come out and tell her what was going on, but she felt it was at least worth a shot. "i told you to tell pippin i wasn't looking for any romance." samantha said waving at all the flowers and candles around the room "and i would say, this is romance, a lot of it too. its sweet, but very unwanted." she added nicely, hoping pippin wasn't around to hear her. she didn't mean to sound rude or anything, she had just thought she had been clear about not wanting to be romanced tonight.[/div]

hallie (kait), outfit, 855 words, <3

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[haldir nathaniel bradley]

[/style][style=width:430px; height: 300px; overflow: auto; padding: 10px; border-top: 5px solid #8d2222; border-bottom: 5px solid #8d2222; background-color: fff; text-align: justify;]His brother. Where was his brother. She had asked it. The question he knew she would ask. The question that weighed heavy on his mind. The answer he never wanted to give her, but whether he did or not, she would find it out; the fact that he had no idea where his brother was. Los Angeles, Wellington, maybe he was in London with their sister. He didn't know. Lady wouldn't tell him. He hadn't bothered to ask their parents, and Pippin himself wasn't talking to him, so the answer was unknown. Haldir shrugged. He lifted his free hand and picked off one of the petals on the rose in his hand. He ran his fingers over it, the softness almost calming his nerves. He didn't quite know why he was so nervous. It wasn't as if he was going to propose to the girl. He remembered the ring. Pippin was going to. That's what it had been for. He was going to propose to Sammie. How hadn't he known this? Even with all of their stupid sibling rivalry crap, they told each other everything. He mentally cursed his brother. But now he had the ring. He had the one thing Pippin probably charrished the most in the entire world. That ring, and the woman it was meant for. Well, in a way he did have Sammie. Not the way his brother had once had her, but he had her trapped in his room. She was under his spell. A few well chosen words and she had shown up at his door ready to see him. Well, his brother, but the principal seemed the same. He was curious to know why she hadn't questioned him more. Why she hadn't called Pippin on the way to confirm he was actually there. To catch him in his pile of bullshit. Then again, the entire scenario seemed a little strange without adding logic into the mix.

"I don't know where Pip is." He said truthfully, handing her the rose. Honestly, he didn't care that she had requested no romance. Once she figured it all out, that this was all about him and Pippin was just used as a pawn in his ultimate scheme, he hoped that she would appreciate what he had tried to accomplish. That she would give him a pat on the back for trying at least. Would she think he had deeper feelings for her afterwards also? Would she be flattered by the gesture? Would she laugh? Haldir's hear sank. What was wrong with him? This wasn't like him at all. He knew that he had a little too much to drink that afternoon and the whiskey in his system was running the show, but what would she think of him in the end? Haldir let out the breath he had been holding in and bit his lip nervously. He was waiting. Waiting for any indication of anger, frustration, annoyance. Anything he would normally find in Sammie's face after finding out she had been played. Any normal reaction she would have towards anything he's ever done to her. He stuck his hand into his pocket and played with the ring that sat there, Burning. It was burning a hole into the pocket of his brother's jeans, as it has always done. It was waiting, waiting to be presented to the woman it had been made for. Waiting for those four words to be spoken. Seven, if three more special words were added. He wondered as he fiddled with the small object if he should play this further. If he should take that ring and do as his brother had planned so long ago. But would it still be a game? No. It couldn't be if he did. Marriage was serious, Hallie knew that. He had sworn to never play with a girl's heart. He would play with everything else, but never their heart. Hearts were fragile, he learned this from watching his brother. Haldir shut his eyes and lowered his head, shaking it. What a mess he must be in now. What a mess he'd made.

He opened his eyes and looked back at Sammie, licking his dry lips. "Unwanted? Yes," He said, pulling his hand from his pocket, the ring in hand, but he kept it hidden. He was going to do it. He could feel the nerves washing through him. He could feel the sweat beginning to bead upon his forehead. "But necessary." He took a deep breath. "Sammie, I need to ask you something."

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[samantha bethany jones]

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okay so things were going from weird, to even more weird if that was even possible. samantha was majorly confused and in search of pippin, she was starting to panic. the pieces of the puzzle were starting to form as the questions came racing through her mind, some of them finding their way out of her mouth. she could tell that it was only her and haldir in the room, there was no pippin. she knew this because the idea of the two mean in the same room was insane and if pippin had been able to forgive haldir, he would have forgiven her too and samantha knew without a doubt in her mind, that it would be him greeting her, not haldir. it was further proof in her mind that this was a mistake, that she should have turned back on the way over her. clearly haldir was up to something, some sort of revenge for her being so rude all of the time, she was sure of it. it wasn't enough that he fucked her life up and pissed off the one person who had ever really cared about her. no, he now had to continue to toy with her emotions. she was just a game to haldir and he was never going to change. it was a never ending circle with him, one that was getting old very fast. she couldn't deal with it any longer. whatever he was up to, she really wanted no part of. she knew in the end it was all done to make fun of her in some way. telling her to come over because pippin was here, have the room set up in a fashion that was something he would do. to go all out for this prank was sick. she knew haldir had hit an all time low not to long ago, however this was lower than that and to low, even for him. he knew how she felt about pippin, even if she couldn't be with him, she loved him and haldir knew that, he had to, anyone with a right mind did. it was no secret. just because she couldn't be with him, be what he needed and wanted, never changed the way she felt. he was her everything, her superman, and haldir knew that, he knew it and he was using it against her and that hurt.

watching as haldir played with a rose petal in his hand, samantha could feel the tears coming. she wasn't sure why, but she wanted to cry. she felt like her emotions were being toyed with, that she was a toy in a very sick joke. it was clear that haldir would go to any means possible to push her buttons and pull at her strings, however this one was to far, her emotions were to caught up in everything that had been said and thought. she really had thought that pippin would be here, ready for forgive her, but how could he? she had done the one thing you don't do in life, sleep with the man you loves, brother. pulling at her hair lightly, samantha tried to push the tears back. she needed to leave, to get out of here before they over flowed and haldir got the satisfaction of making her cry. taking a step to the side, samantha started to move, ready to move around haldir. all she needed to do was grab her bag and then she could be on her way. he had already admitted to her that pippin wasn't here, so there was no need to stay, no need to drag this out and make herself look any more dumb than she already looked.

"well if you knew it was unwanted, you shouldn't have done it, because it wasn't necessary." samantha didn't understand what this was pay back for, but it was clear that, that was what this was, his form of payback for something she did to hurt him, however she didn't know what that was. she hadn't hurt haldir, and if she had, she hadn't meant to. either way, she found it hard to believe that she had in the first place. haldir wasn't the kind of man to have real emotions, so there was nothing there to hurt, so she didn't get why he was trying to hurt her. what did she do? "well go ahead and ask so i can get going. i forgot i have a few things i need to take care of." she lied, however she didn't care. she just knew she needed to get out of there, she needed to. she couldn't keep this up any more, the fighting of the tears, it was becoming to much and she was sure there were signs that she wanted to, but she wouldn't, she wouldn't show him her weak side.[/div]

hallie (kait), outfit, 835 words, sorry its horrible

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[haldir nathaniel bradley]

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What was he doing? This wasn't some game he'd come up with to screw with her. This was serious. A marriage proposal? Honestly, what was he thinking? The answer? He wasn't. He wasn't thinking. His mind was swimming in a large amount of whiskey and it was affecting him. It was effecting him more than he had originally thought. He looked at Sammie and his heart sank. Those tears. No. He was hurting her. He was hurting her by trying to be his brother, by tricking her into coming here and using him to do it. But how else would he be able to convince her to come? He couldn't think of a different way now, how could he have then? He was beginning to feel things he'd never felt before. Not only did a mass amount of guilt flood over him, but with the nerves and the rapid beating of his heart he was beginning to sweat just a little more. He looked down at his hand, the one that carried the ring and clenched his fist harder. He didn't know if he was going to be able to do this. He was afraid of what she would think. But what if, what if he really felt for her? What if he wanted more from her than just a one night stand, or a beat up mockery of a friendship? What if he wanted a chance to love her? To love her like his brother had been able to all that time ago. Maybe he never stopped feeling for her and used all those girls as a way to get rid of his aggression and sexual tension that he had built up thinking about her. He wondered if he was really doing this just out of spite or if he was really just letting out his true feelings in a bold and unexpected way.

Haldir licked his lips nervously and looked back at Sammie as sane stood before him. He could tell that she was trying to hide the tears that threatened their ill timed release. He could feel a few of his own prick at his own green orbs, but quickly blinked them away. He hated to see Sammie sad like this, he hated to see how much pain he had really caused her, and it was taking a toll on him. He just wanted to apologize to her. To show her what his mother had called "the real Haldir". The way he was a child, a kind nerdy little boy with more emotions than most boys cared to show in their entire life. Maybe that's why he was so tough now. Why he was such a jerk. Because he was afraid of feeling. He was afraid of showing people how he really felt, who he "really" was. "Please, Sammie. Take the rose." He said, as he noticed he still held the flower in his hand. Right now, he wasn't the man she had come to know. He didn't know who he was. He couldn't put a name to the face that he was now showing. He didn't even look like himself anymore. Sure, his features were all the same, and he was still a giant, but he didn't have that smug smirk on his face or looked like he wanted to sleep with you or kill you. No he looked like he was hurting. He looked nervous. He looked like he was going to cry.

Whether or not Sammie took the rose was no longer important to him. He dropped his hand, and then down onto one knee. He was going to ask her. He was going to ask her because he realized that maybe he did love her, and through all the stupid crap he's done to her, maybe she would say yes, though he found it unlikely. Haldir looked up at Sammie, and took a deep breath. "Look, this isn't fully thought out or anything, but I do have one thing to say. Samantha, I realize now that I love you. I have for a long time and I ask you to forgive whatever stupid crap I've done in the past. I know some of it might be hard to forgive, and I understand if you don't, but ultimately I must ask... Will you marry me?" There he had done it. As he had spoken, he lifted his hand and revealed the ring that his hand had concealed, holding it from the bottom between his fingers. He had no idea what she would say to him. Would she laugh? Would she say anything at all? Haldir just stared up at her as he waited for any reaction, because anything was better than nothing at this point.

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