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"-it'll probably take like another week before we're done in Fuchsia. After that… I'm not actually sure. Depends on whether Ash can keep a single goal in mind for more than a second." Misty stretched in the video, quiet splashing in the background from the pond she was relaxing by.
"He can be a little scatterbrained," I agreed, shifting my weight side-to-side to keep my balance. A man and his preteen son stopped and gaped up at me, before a grumpy yellow side eye made them scurry off. "But the Safari Zone sounds fun. I might stop by myself when I eventually get to Fuchsia."
Misty bit her lip and looked away from the screen. "Tha-I… I didn't mean-"
"Hey, it's okay." I held up my hand to stop her words. "I get it. A little space is the least I can give you."
By the time I'd finished my conversation with a very enthusiastic Bill, it had gotten kind of late, and I'd called Misty back. It had mostly been her screaming insults, but when we did get to talk, I'd confirmed that they were near Fuchsia, the city.
And Misty would prefer that we not meet up immediately.
Koga would just have to wait. Served him right for assuming I'd fall for his obvious bait.
I mean, I would've if not if Misty, but he didn't need to know that. Although he almost certainly already did.
Besides, if I understood Koga correctly, there were plenty of people in Fuschia with connections to Team Rocket, and I wasn't sure my newfound resolve would hold up to that kind of temptation.
So, Saffron it was.
"...we can still talk, occasionally. And I'm sure we'll run into each other at some point. I just…"
"Like I said, fair." And I meant it. "It'll be good for me too, I think. Beating up Sabrina and Saffron Trainers will give me time to adjust to no longer trying to find Team Rocket."
"Good!" She huffed. "Acting when you see something wrong is one thing. Actively seeking out dangerous criminals on your own is another. Glad you finally got your head out of your ass."
"Yup, that's me, just staying on the defensive." I couldn't quite maintain eye contact, pretending to be distracted by a woman on a Tauros that didn't seem willing to yield. A deafening roar had the Normal-Type skid to a halt so hard the rider nearly fell off, and sprinting back the way they came so fast I liked to imagine I could see an afterimage left in the dust.
Koga's advice rattled around in my head, making the words feel like a lie. Did it count as moving forward when I was fully expecting to get attacked?
"Speaking of heads up their own ass, did I hear Ash right? You broke up with Professor Oak?"
"Breakup is a strong term," I tried to downplay, patting my seat as it vibrated. "I'm still technically sponsored by Oak, I just-"
"-am also sponsored by Bill Masaki, and keep your Pokémon with him?" I think she could tell that I was uncomfortable with the situation. "Hey, I can't blame you if what you said was true. Deserved or not, if the guy was threatening to stop your sponsorship, then he can't be mad you got another."
I snorted. "Oh, I'm sure he'll be pissed anyway, but what was I supposed to do? Say no to a monstrous paycheck and another two team slots?"
"I can't believe you got nine slots in your first 4 months of training! It's absolute Taurosshit!"
"Don't you have 12?" I deadpanned, making her wave me off with a huff.
"Yeah, but I'm me, and you're you, it's clearly not the same!"
WHOOP! WHOOP!
"Oh, hold on, Misty," I said as a flashing light and siren steadily grew closer, a motorcycle with a blue-haired woman on top, hurling down the recently turned pavement road with a large, orange dog by her side, "I'm being pulled over. Imma have to call you back."
"Whatever!" She huffed. "We'll see if I pick up, asshole!"
I put the PokéDex away as Officer Jenny stopped far back and pulled out a megaphone, her Arcanine's ears flat against its large head as it whined nervously.
"Halt!" She screamed up at me, the line of gaping and filming onlookers I'd left behind watching the confrontation. "I'm going to have to ask you to step down from the… Pokémon and recall it!"
"What do you mean? Why?" I looked around exaggeratedly. Turning a new leaf didn't mean I couldn't do a little trolling. "I thought traveling by Pokémon was allowed on this road."
Officer Jenny waved her arms around wildly, taking another step back when she got a low warning growl for the movement, her Arcanine shuffling beside her. "Travel by Pokémon is allowed, as long as it's not disruptive to the other travelers and this!" She waved again. "Most certainly is!"
Betty's yellow eyes narrowed at the perceived insult, each orb nearly as big as Jenny's head. A tremor ran through the ground as the house-sized Shelgon growled again and took a step forwards threateningly, taking up nearly half of the wide path.
"Ey, that's harsh! Betty's just big-boned!" I patted her shell with the same dull thud as if I'd slapped a mountain. She seemed to have some sort of feeling in the body armor, so I'd theorized that her nervous system was connected to it like a Squirtle's. "Heh, get it? Big boned? Because-"
"This is your last warning! Either step down from the Pokémon voluntarily, or I'll be forced to… p-pull you… down." I snorted at the tremble in her voice.
"That would be funny if you didn't instantly die from the attempt." I kept my voice too low for her to hear, though her Fire-Type tried to steel itself at my words.
Nevertheless, Betty's temper had somehow gotten worse post-evolution, and it was better to be safe rather than sorry when the consequence was murdering a random person doing their job. As such, I slid down Betty's side, having to drop a bit even after reaching her middle. It wasn't a serious drop for a normal person, never mind my vaguely Aura-enhanced frame.
Espeon still felt the need to try to slow my fall from her place around my neck. Unfortunately, her Psychic power was still too uncontrolled for that and instead forced my legs out from under me and almost sent me face-planting into the road, if not for Honedge catching me at the last second. I quickly got up and returned Betty to her PokéBall.
"Given your age, I'd usually let you off with a warning, but for such a gross violation, I have no choice but to give you a fine, young man-" My ears burned as I tuned the suddenly much more confident officer out, well aware that my little slip had been caught on multiple cameras. Taking the fine without care – money was not really a concern when I'd just signed up with a billionaire – I retrieved a different PokéBall and let Sol out.
My massive yellow Arcanine panted happily as he lay down and allowed me to get on, giving the Officer's fellow dog a loud boof! that had the smaller canine hanging its head dejectedly.
"Are we done?" I asked Jenny, once more towering over her, to her obvious displeasure.
"For now," she agreed, "but I'm watching-"
I didn't hear the rest, the world blurring as Sol took off towards the looming grey towers in the distance.
By the next day, everybody would know I was in Saffron.
Whoops.
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"15 days!?" I questioned. "Damn, you guys must be busy!"
"Yeah, sorry," the receptionist of the Saffron Gym apologized. "The middle of a new circuit is often the most packed. The new Trainers are feeling the pressure with six months left, and the veterans are getting started. I hate to say it, but the PokéCenter is filled up as well."
"That's okay," I assured, gracing the middle-aged woman with a smile. For once, I wasn't rushing to get anywhere. "Thanks for your time."
"You too, we look forward to your match!"
Leaving the lobby, I admitted to myself that I could've answered the business question myself. The reception area was filled to the brim with Trainers of all sizes and ages. Kids nervously pacing with their starter Pokémon, anxious to be taking on their first Gym – with some adults who started later in life trying desperately to pretend they weren't equally nerve-wracked. The more experienced ones appeared more annoyed with the wait than anything else, standing alone since revealing their Pokémon would give the Gym a leg up, never mind that you had to register what you would be using for your match. They were the ones who were familiar enough with the process to feel somewhat comfortable, but were still looking for an edge.
Finally, the actual veterans lounged about, looking around with nostalgia. Hell, one ancient-looking woman was snoozing in her chair with an Umbreon curled up on her lap.
It reminded me of the Vermillion PokéCenter, just with less 'please help, Surge almost killed my Pokémon'.
Asshole.
Honestly, Saffron in general reminded me quite heavily of the Sunset Port. The Gyms were similar in vibe, if not actual looks. Where the Electric Gym looked like an old high school or something that had been repurposed, the Psychic Gym seemed to have started life as an office. Everything was sleek metal and glass, all right angles and featureless steel. Greyish silver was the predominant color scheme, with flashes of light pinks and blues in the thin cushions that softened the modern couches.
Outside, it was almost disconcerting. I didn't remember the city I grew up in on Earth, but I had a general idea of what a metropolis looked like, and for a second, when Saffron had fully come into view, I'd thought I was back there. Hulking, minimalist skyscrapers loomed overhead, casting most of the city in perpetual shadow, with alleyways and side streets littering the wide main roads. People looked official, in suits and the rare traditional Japanese apparel, as they hurried back and forth, smaller flying Pokémon darting in and out of windows to deliver messages and packages. Trucks and cars, more than I'd seen in one place before, honked at people to get out of the way so they could deliver their wares, and in the distant horizon, a crane slowly spun around to place another beam on a construction site, a swarm of figures leaping off to secure it.
Despite that, it was pretty clean. A smog lay around the city that had the air clinging to my throat, but it was an almost nostalgic taste that had my heart twinge with longing.
The Shining Golden Land of Commerce – seriously, Pokémon cities were named by actual kindergarteners – was the largest city in Kanto and, as the name suggested, specialized in trade more than anything else. Being in the center of Kanto, the main and safest roads all lead towards Saffron, and it was often the fastest route without flying or teleporting. Vermillion had the most foreign imports and exports, but most of their wares eventually reached Saffron.
Part of it was just location. Another part was the fact that they didn't have a major Clan.
Sure, there was the Fighting-Type Clan, whose name I couldn't remember, who'd been running the Gym for some generations, but they weren't the original Clan from back in Indigo's time. They were long dead, killed by the power-jockeying of the other Clans. They never struck against the others, to my limited knowledge, but the simple fact that they could – and that another Clan could use their city to attack others – made them too appealing a target.
As such, it was much less tradition-bound than other major cities, which led to its rapid expansion and embrace of the modern age. It attracted people from all regions who came to take part in the multi-cultural, business-friendly city.
Including the owners of the largest building in the city, which I stood outside, craning my neck to look up towards the large sign hanging over the front entrance.
Silph Co. Headquarters.
I looked across the street to a four-story building that seemed out of place, with its colorful bushes and pool out front. Crossing over, I pushed open the gilded doors flanked by a pair of Milotics, whistling at the opulent lobby. Quiet music played in the background as people who'd have seemed right at home on the S. S. Anne shuffled back and forth.
Walking across the carpeted floor and around the fountain – Milotic themed again – in the center of the massive room, I approached the enormous desk at the far end, where a snazzyly dressed man was furiously hammering at a keyboard.
"Yo." Based on the slow raising of his head and the look as if he found me on the ass of a Meowth, that wasn't the traditional Saffron greeting.
"...hello and welcome to The Milotic. Are you lost?" The condescension was almost impressive.
"Nope," I popped the P while digging my pinky into my ear. Two could play that game. "I wanna room. Big one too."
"I am afraid that our facilities are a little out of your price range."
I grinned.
15 minutes later, I was spinning a room key around my finger while pushing the door to my room open, snacking on the gift basket the very apologetic receptionist had given me after realizing Bill had already booked me a suite after suggesting the hotel to me in the first place. I 'ooooh'd appropriately at the house-sized apartment I'd been given, the bathroom alone as big as a whole room at a PokéCenter. The floor was some sort of glittering stone layered with a resistant coat to protect against claws, tear-resistant beanbags and pillows dotted across the floor, and a big-ass square aquarium in the middle.
Seeing as there was well over 12 feet to the ceiling, I did as I thought I might never get to do again and let out my whole team in the same room. Despite the amount of space, several chairs went flying as Sol took one look at the pile of softness and dove into it with a belly flop, snoring nearly before he landed. Lumbering behind him, several of the bags tore and spilled their contents all over as Betty followed, the whole floor shaking as she dropped with annoyance, paying no attention to the glare she was getting from Siren.
Meanwhile, a black shape flashed by, chased by an ice-blue one. My newest Pokémon seemed to turn left, distracting the Alolan Vulpix that was chasing her long enough for the real Zorua to dive into my arms invisibly while the illusion faded.
I sighed at the messy state of the team while Espeon shoved the complaining Ice-Type away from the Dark-Type. Back when Eevee first joined, she was very reserved and remained that way for a long time.
Zorua, on the other hand, was full-blown scared of everything that wasn't me. Every time I let her out, if I wasn't holding her, she was hiding or disguising herself. The one time Espeon hadn't kept Vulpix away from what she considered 'the wrong sort', Vulpix had ended up with one hell of a set of claw marks across her snout.
I'd tried to look into it, but Koga was right. Zorua and Zoroark were extremely rare, damn near as rare as Sol was. The few Trainers that had them were reluctant to share, so I couldn't be sure if it was normal behavior for her species, but apparently, it wasn't that unusual for young Dark-Types.
Dark-Types were the ones that seemed the most… animalistic, if that was the right word – except Bug-Type, perhaps. They tended to see the world in a very 'prey or predator' sort of way.
Oh, I also learned that she was female.
"Zorua, the Tricky Fox Pokémon. Zorua is a timid Pokémon. This disposition seems to be what led to the development of Zorua's ability to take on the forms of other creatures. It changes so it looks just like its foe, tricks it, and then uses that opportunity to flee."
"This Zorua has the Ability: Illusion, and knows the moves: Scratch, Leer, Fake Tears, Fury Swipes, Feint Attack, Scary Face, Foul Play."
Timid was underplaying it.
I tried my best to soothe her, struggling to keep hold of the fox when Espeon jumped to my shoulders. I gave the Psychic-Type a dirty look, which she returned unrepentantly.
She knew what she was doing. She was so clingy after evolution whenever anyone else got attention.
Non-combat team bonding was definitely on the list of things to do over the two weeks until my Gym battle, I thought while pulling the curtains from the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Oh, hey, look. I was facing right at Silph Co. Headquarters.
What a coinkydink.
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We didn't really leave The Milotic that first day, content to lie around in comfort after a month and a half of roughing it out in the Fuchsia Plains. The facilities and services of The Milotic were top-notch – once they knew you had money, anyway – and having an essentially unlimited budget got us only the best.
I groaned deeply, feeling fingers digging into my lower calf, releasing tension I didn't even know I had. Most of my team was lying on beds beside me, a whole horde of masseuses swarming around us like Beedrill to get everyone. It took four alone to do Sol, the mighty canine not really getting the idea of a massage as he kept trying to get them to scratch him behind the ears or play with him.
Betty, Espeon, and Siren had been left out of the session, the first for obvious reasons and the last two because they didn't want to be touched. I'd have to pamper them myself, or find something else they'd enjoy.
The servers who had to help each other carry the small truckload of food up to our room afterwards nearly fainted at the sight of Betty and Sol each inhaling enough food to feed a whole team, and still wanting more.
Poor minimum wage workers had to make four trips. I'd hoped the whole 'being inside a bone cocoon' thing would mean that Betty's dietary needs would fall a little, if anything.
No. She ate exactly as much as I'd feared she would and her appetite was half the reason I hit up Bill by itself. I'd have to stay in a major city and battle full-time if I wanted to be able to afford feeding her myself.
As it was, I'd be forced to have the billionaire Teleport in food every week, once I left Saffron and was traveling again. Even the best space-manipulating storage backpacks couldn't hold any more than that.
And that was with PokéBlocks.
However, on the second day, we finally decided to venture out, by which I meant that I couldn't keep the others inside anymore without breaking something. And so, I left the hotel behind and strolled down the main road without any real goal in mind.
And as I suspected, it didn't take long for someone to recognize me.
It just wasn't who I'd expected.
"Excuse me? Excuse me!? HEY, KID!"
I turned around with a raised eyebrow at the screaming, seeing a woman and a man come running up to me. The woman was dressed to the nines, with her blonde hair carefully styled and subtle makeup that didn't look obvious. Her outfit looked like something the Sensational Sisters would've approved of, which instantly told me it probably cost as much as a TM.
The man, on the other hand, looked like he'd slept in his crumpled clothes, a bit of mustard in the corner of his mouth from the sandwich in one grimy paw.
And with the other hand, he steadied the massive camera he carried on one shoulder.
"Are you Periwinkle?" The reporter asked, gesturing with a microphone. I nodded and opened my mouth to continue, but she barreled through. "Good! I'm Sandy Oranson, with KPNS." She said that like I was supposed to know her, and didn't seem pleased when she got a blank look in return. "Hmph! Do you have time for a quick interview?" Again, she didn't give me a chance to answer before turning to her cameraman. "Good! Are we rolling?"
"Uh-" was as far as I got before the guy gave a sandwich-filled thumbs up, and Sandy started talking.
"Good day, Kanto! I am Sandy Oranson, coming at you from Saffron! I am here with Periwinkle, the young man recently involved in the Celadon Game Corner debacle! For the few of you unaware, a major base for the terrorist organization Team Rocket was discovered underneath the Celadon Game Corner and was exposed in large part thanks to the efforts of Periwinkle and his friends. Tell me," she finally turned and stuck the microphone all the way up under my nose, closely followed by the camera getting a close-up. At the same time, the operator ate his ham and cheese with his mouth open, making obnoxious smacking noises and showing me his half-masticated snack. "Is it true that the famous Professor Oak sponsors you and your friends?"
"Yea-well, I am, and, and Ash. Gary, too, obviously-"
"Don' look into 'he cam'ra!" The cameraman snapped at me with his mouth full as I kept glancing at the lens.
"Where am I supposed to look, then?" I'd never been on TV! "Is this part making it in?"
"We'll edit it in post," Sandy reassured me, "just look at me. We good?" Another thumbs up, and she continued. "We'll take that one again. Tell me, is it true that the famous Professor Oak sponsors you and your friends?"
"Some of us, yes." She pulled the microphone back as I leaned in to speak.
"So you are! What about the rumors of the Waterflower and Pebble Clans being involved? Photos from the scene showed both former Gym Leaders Brock Pebble and Misty Waterflower were present and engaged with the criminals! Was it a joint operation from two Clans against another? Were they aware of Team Rocket's presence and purposely didn't alert the authorities!?"
I went to respond, but two of my brain cells brushed together, and I stopped myself.
"... you should ask the Clans about that." Keeping Koga's words in mind about the tenuous political situation, that seemed like the safest choice.
"Come on, you can tell me!" Her smile was wide, sparkling white, and fake as shit. "Were the Clans aware of their former Gym Leaders being there? Is that why they abandoned their positions, to be free to interfere in other cities?"
"No comment." I was starting to regret not leaving sooner. I'd thought she just wanted a first-hand account of the events, and throwing hidden barbs at Erika and Lance sounded like a good time, but that wasn't what she was looking for.
She was looking for a scoop.
Something sensational.
Like a Sharpedo smelling blood, she must've sensed that I was on to her and switched her mode of attack.
"Were you investigating Celadon on behalf of Professor Oak!? What made him break his isolation after so many years!?"
"Wha-no!" I sputtered, trying to figure out how to respond in a way that wasn't overly… me-esque. "No, Oak had nothing to do with it! I've run into the Rockets before, and I overheard them talking about the Game Co-"
"So you were aware of the hidden terrorist base underneath the heart of a major Clans territory!" The reporter interrupted, turning to look knowingly into the camera. "Why not alert the authorities!? Does Samuel Oak not trust the Gardeners or the local Jenny!?"
"No-well, I mean, it was a large base with a lot of shit in it, so it was kinda sus-" Shit!
"So Kanto's Pokémon Professor does believe that the Clans are supporting Team Rocket!?"
"That's not even close to what I said-"
"What do you think of the rumor that Team Rocket is a false flag operation, funded by the League to undermine the Clans' power and support among the people by committing crimes in their name!?"
I blinked. "What?"
"Do you believe Hoenn has faked their space program's success!?"
"..."
"Well, you heard him, folks! Professor Samuel Oak, former Champion of Kanto during the Johto Rebellion, is suspicious of the Clans and has sent his sponsored Trainers to investigate on his behalf! But why not work with the League? Is there, despite Oak famously being the one to write the peace treaty, still grudges on one or both sides? Is there in truth three sides to this debate?"
"What the hell are you talking abo-!"
"This was Sandy Oranson, reporting from Saffron!" She held her pose for a minute longer before the cameraman made a cutting motion over his throat and lowered the camera. "Thanks, kid." She threw out absently, the two of them already leaving.
"Wh-hey! HEY!" She ignored me, talking and gesturing to the man. "HEY BITCH, GET BACK HERE!"
I should've just gone with violence. How'd people get anything done without threats?
"Don't bother," a new voice spoke from behind me. Looking over, I saw that it was a small group of older teens, three guys and a girl. The one talking to me was a tall yet lanky guy with black hair hanging over one eye, a black t-shirt, and baggy pants. His eyes were half-lidded while the tip of half a cigarette in the corner of his mouth glowed cherry red before being obscured by a plume of smoke. "She's with KPNS, dude. Whatever you told her, it'll be in the tabloids by morning. That channel's shit."
"I like it," the girl frowned at the guy, rolling her eyes when he didn't respond. With hot pink hair in a side-swept undercut, she wore a crop top and shorts, showing off the tattoos that stretched across her left side and arm.
"I recognize you." The first guy said. "You're, uh," he snapped his fingers a couple times while trying to remember, "Paddy, no-"
"It's the Surge meme guy!" Another shouted, with a buzz cut and tank top. "Hey, say the line!"
"I banged your mom!" The words were out before I even thought them, my anger at Sandy bamboozeling me making me fall back into old habits. I took a deep breath. "That was uncalled for. I'm so-"
"HA! Fucking got him, dude!"
"Decimated."
"Destroyed him!"
"You're just gonna take that, Jack?"
The guy glanced at the girl while the other two heckled him. Seeing her smile at my insult, he puffed up his decently broad chest and swaggered up to me, standing a couple of inches taller as he sneered down his somewhat large nose.
"What'd ya say, brat? Ya wanna fight!?"
Yes. "No," I said with fake calm. "You caught me at a bad time. Sorry." The apology did little to ease the tension; Probably because it sounded fake as shit. "Let's just… walk away."
Come on, I was trying. Take the out.
There was a brief moment where he seemed to remember that I was a kid, and I actually thought he was going to back down.
"You should take the out, Jack!"
"Yeah, isn't this the kid that fought those Rockets? You're gonna get fucked up!"
Then his friends had to pipe up again, and his conviction firmed.
"Hell no!" He growled, lowering his voice to try to hide a voice crack. "You started this, you're going to finish it! With your face!"
I hadn't figured out what he meant by that by the time we arrived at the designated battling court. Unlike most cities I'd been to, which just had some dirt fields marked off, Saffron had actual raised stone arenas, surrounded by their own stands. They didn't compare to an actual Gym battlefield, but it was very nice.
It also cost a little to rent one for a battle, but it comes with its own referee and Psychic-Type for barriers. I'd had worse deals.
I should remember to suggest something like it to Walter the next time I talked to the guy.
"Let's just wage five hundred. I'll even send out first," I suggested. Jack hesitated again, but another glance at the girl – Cecilia, I'd learned on the way – and his inner caveman started banging its club.
"5000! And I'll release first."
Hey, I tried.
"This will be a one-on-one battle between Periwinkle and Jack!" Our referee said as we took our places across from each other. "Jack will release first."
"You're screwed now, kid! Go, Persian!" I hummed in appreciation at the Normal-Type cat as it licked a paw and wiped its short muzzle, red, slitted eyes gazing at me lazily while its curled tail waved behind it. Persian was honestly better than I thought Jack would have, and for a brief moment, I wondered if I was the one who'd made the mistake.
Nah.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!?" Jack screamed as Sol materialized. Persian jumped up in alarm as the Fire-Type showed it the definition of lazy by lying down on the spot to enjoy the blue sky and hot sun.
"This is Sol, who's now gonna get up from the ground," I hinted, and the Arcanine reluctantly obeyed.
"A-are both Trainers ready!?" The referee was similarly stunned, the audience pointing and talking amongst themselves, if not pulling out whatever camera devices they had.
"Ready." I nodded. Jack sputtered and stammered various things about 'cheating' and 'rich kids', but was eventually forced to say 'Ready' himself.
The stalling lasted longer than the fight did. Persian was pretty fast and managed to dodge Sol's huge frame for a while. It even landed a rather nice Reversal, which I hadn't thought it would know, but Sol was three times its size and ten times its weight. Seeing a lion backflip into a piledriver with an eight-foot-tall dog was something to behold, and it bashed Sol's skull into the ground pretty good, but it would need half a dozen like that, while Sol only really needed one attack to slow it.
It wasn't close.
I sighed as Jack slunk over to his laughing friends, watching as more and more people crowd the stands, and lining up between them. I could see bills changing hands, so there might even be a betting ring.
Oh well. I was looking for something to do anyway and, as Bruno had said, I needed the practice.
"Who's next!?" Nobody spoke up, so I pointed at the emo teen who kept shitting on Jack. "How about you!?"
A Trainer still had to battle, after all.
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