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#Post#: 742--------------------------------------------------
Re: Splitting the Rent
By: Snowflake Date: January 23, 2014, 1:05 am
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Snowflake screwed up her face as Schwambart started describing
the table as a potential candidate for his attention. At first,
she thought that he must have been drunk already, but then
again, the waitress had yet to come back with their drinks at
that point. She was hoping that he was just being funny then,
instead of trying to dodge Snow's question, and if he was trying
to be funny, he was really drawing it out past the life cycle of
a regular joke. She chuckled a little awkwardly as he finished
his joke, thinking that if there was a time to get alcohol into
this green pegasus, it would be now before he actually became
serious on his intimations with the club table. There was no
telling what kind of diseases this thing had, and the thought of
him...
Shuddering a little to get the thought out of her head, she
watches as Schwambart takes a drink of what she suspected was
his first alcoholic beverage ever, keeping an eye to see if he
would catch on to the secret ingredient that he has yet to
become aware of. To her relief, he was drinking it at a nice
pace, so the flavors of the butterscotch and chocolate must have
nicely covered up the taste of the spirits. Hopefully now he has
loosened up a bit to be able to talk to others, and maybe look
around to see if he was able to find a good looking mare that he
might fancy. She followed his gaze as best he could, and also
caught sight of the same green mare with the bright orange mane.
It wasn't difficult, even for her to see that this pegasus was
an easy eight or nine, but what was also easy to see to her, it
was that she came here unaccompanied. Just by judging the way
she was dancing, and how the other stallions were trying to get
close to her, she was free game.
Schwambart, unfortunately, had seemed to give up on that thought
though, as his gaze returned to the table, saying something that
she didn't really expect, that he could only see himself talking
to her. Snowflake paused for a second and looked at him
quizzically until he cleared his throat. Okay, clearly that
wasn't what he meant to say if he felt the need to clear his
throat after that. For a second there, Snow thought that maybe
her toying with him was having some unexpected consequences.
"Eh, ya nev'r know, love. If ya cawn tawlk t'me, then ya cawn
surely tawlk to anoth'r mare. Oi'm no' tha' special." She paused
as she noticed out of the corner of her eye that same green
pegasus ditch the dance floor for some tables. Now was her time
to set Schwambart up with her. Pushing her chair back, Snow
stood up and said, "Anyway, s'cuse me, these drinks go roigh'
through me. Be roigh' back..." and began to head for the
bathroom.
That was not where she really went though. Instead, she made a
detour to the table that the mare had sat herself down at,
sitting very much alone as a group of stallions a couple of
tables over snicker to themselves and make bets to see who could
get with her. Snow, ignoring them, sidled up to her and tapped
her on the shoulder. She turned around, looking ready to tell
another stallion off, but softened a little when she saw it was
another mare. Snow, being completely sympathetic to her said,
"Ey, ya toired of these jerks, yeah?" The mare nodded her head
and sighed, "Well then, allow me t'direct yer atten'shun t'moi
buddy ov'r there. Trus' me on this one, 'e's a noice guy, well
worth tawlkin' to. Should give 'im a shot, yeah?" The mare
looked over to Schwambart, before nodding and standing up to
walk over to him. Snow, took her chair and watched from here as
the green mare sat down across from Schwambart. Now to watch the
show.
#Post#: 743--------------------------------------------------
Re: Splitting the Rent
By: Crescendo Date: January 23, 2014, 3:15 am
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Ah.. This was Crescendo's kind of party. A little out of the way
from his normal haunts, sure, but worth the trip nonetheless.
The place was loud and busy, but not overbearingly so, with good
music, (nearly) reasonably-priced drinks, and plenty of ponies
on the dance floor.
Naturally, he was on the dance floor too, and although his moves
were a little uncoordinated, and in ordinary circumstances, a
little embarrassing, the atmosphere of the club was such that it
didn't matter. Everyone else was too busy with their own dancing
to comment on his, something that suited him down to the ground.
Although it probably wasn't safe (or probably even allowed) to
drink while on the dance floor, Crescendo was careful, or as
careful as it was possible to be whilst rather inebriated, to
avoid stepping on any hooves or knocking anyone over, as he
danced and drank subtly and grinned, ice-blue eyes bright in the
semi-darkness of the club.
After emptying the glass of.. (He couldn't even remember what it
had been) in his hoof, the dull-grey stallion chuckled, and,
hoofing his glass to a confused unicorn stallion nearby, with a
mildly slurred word of thanks, he turned on the spot and began
to half-stumble his way towards the bar, offering wide grins and
quick apologies to all those he brushed or bumped past on his
way there.
Upon reaching the bar, he pulled himself together, and plonked
himself down in the nearest available chair, somewhat nearby a
bright green mare, and a green stallion, apparently either in,
or about to be in conversation. Without addressing them, he
turned to the bartender and beamed, leaning forward to speak to
her, the bright blue streaks in his mane glowing in the light of
the huge glowstick that hung around his neck on a simple string.
"Heya there, gorgeous. Could I get a Whiskey and Cola, if you
please?~" The rather athletic looking grey pegasus inquired,
sitting up straight and puffing out his chest proudly, giving
the bartender a slightly flirtatious wink, as he awaited his
next drink.
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Re: Splitting the Rent
By: Schwambart Date: January 23, 2014, 3:20 pm
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"Okay. I'll be here." Schwambart closes his eyes and takes in
a bit more of his drink. You know, once you get past the
pounding bass, which seems to be quieter this song, it really
just fades into the background. Isolates you, takes you into
yourself. Leaves you there with nopony but yourself and...
"Hi."
...Wait, what? Schwambart opens his eyes and looks across the
table. There's that green mare from the dance floor. Sitting
at the table. Across from him. And she's smiling. What...no,
he's not going to question it. He cracks a nervous smile and
meets her eyes to unleash his staggering intellect at her.
"...H-hello." Smooth. He swallows nervously, feeling his
cheeks growing warmer.
The green mare smiles back warmly, giving her orange mane a
little flip as she looked at him with half lidded eyes, saying
in a smooth voice that sounded almost like a purr, "I was
feeling kind of lonely, and I saw you sitting over here all by
your lonesome, and I thought you'd like some company. My name's
Cirrus, but you can call me Siri~. What's your name...?"
Schwambart's hoof tightens around his glass. He opens his mouth
to say-
...Say what? She asked him what...what's his name? It's...what
*is* his name? What's a name? He swallows nervously. Why
didn't he study? He never-
He snaps out of it with a blink, reinforcing his smile and
clearing his throat again. "Sch-Schwambart," he blurts. Yes, a
triumph! He remembered his...what was that called? Uh...name,
that's it. But...what now? Um...Uh...
The corners of Cirrus' mouth raise a little more as she says,
"Schwambart? Oooh~ that's a fancy name!" She doesn't seem to
take notice of the sudden nature that he had blurted out his
name just yet it would seem, as she continued to say, "Great
night, huh? How are you doing tonight?"
Schwambart's brain gives him approximately 704,454 things to say
at that moment. It's fantasti- Better now that you're he-
Rather well inde- Tonight's not something you- The approximate
result is that nothing gets said and he's stuck with his mouth
hanging a little bit open as he just stares into her eyes...her
gorgeous eyes...
The smile on Cirrus' face slowly disappears the longer that
Schwambart stares at her, growing visibly uncomfortable as he
went on, "Umm... are you okay, Schwambart? You are... umm..."
She leans back in her chair and bites her lower lip in
confusion.
"Now that you're here, I'm absolutely phantasmagorical." At
least that's what he tries to say. What comes out is a squeaky
little "F-fine...you?"
Cirrus once more looks a little uncomfortable, as though she is
starting to regret her choice in coming here, "Are you sure you
are? You look a little... umm... tense. You aren't about to pass
out, are you?"
"Just..." And then he stops being able to do anything. Goodbye
motor skills, goodbye muscle control, he just sits there,
kinda...frozen. Also beginning to hyperventilate. Is that
important? Maybe.
"Right..." Cirrus shifts in her seat, inhaling deeply before
sighing suddenly. She stood up and started to walk away, saying,
"Well... nice meeting you, Schwambart." With that she went back
to the dance floor.
...He blew it. She came to him. Practically on a silver
platter. He had a chance. He could have taken it and run with
it.
But he blew it.
He doesn't even have the presence of mind to say, he doesn't
know, "You too, Siri." Just...no. He lets go of his glass and
slowly, slowly lowers his face onto the table. Maybe it would
take him back...
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Re: Splitting the Rent
By: Crescendo Date: January 23, 2014, 6:21 pm
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Crescendo accepted his drink from the bartender, at the same
time giving her a wide grin and a little wink, causing her to
sigh in irritation and roll her eyes a little in response.
Taking his drink, the grey Pegasus swivelled on his chair,
ice-blue eyes narrowed as he scanned the busy club for anyone
who seemed worth chatting to.
Crescendo completed his scan in time to see the tail-end of
Schwambart's.. breakdown, and, wincing sympathetically, he took
a swig of his drink, and moved closer on mildly unsteady hooves.
Slipping into the chair opposite Schwam, Crescendo gave the
exhausted/saddened looking stallion's shoulder a poke with his
hoof, and spoke up, voice concerned.
"You okay there, guy?" He inquired, setting his drink down as he
waited for the stallion's response, seeing somepony clearly in
need of his assistance, either in terms of advice, or in terms
of another drink or three.
#Post#: 753--------------------------------------------------
Re: Splitting the Rent
By: Snowflake Date: January 23, 2014, 8:02 pm
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Snowflake watched from her table as the green mare sat down
across from Schwambart, right where she sat. She was definitely
a good looker, and from the looks of things, really desperate to
find some conversation with another stallion that didn't just
turn into them hitting on her. As much as Snow would have
enjoyed receiving the attention, it starts to wear on one when
all she starts to hear is some thinly veiled attempt for a
stallion to get her to follow them home for the night. As the
green mare took her place across from Schwambart, Snow sat in
the seat that she left empty, now doing her best to ignore the
catcalls from the stallions that were recently following the
green mare. It was a bit of a struggle to concentrate and maybe
try to lip read, but it didn't take an expert on lip reading to
know that Schwambart wasn't saying much.
"C'mon Cappy, say somethin', be tawlkatiiive..." she pleaded
under her breath, tapping her back leg against the floor rapidly
and nervously. As much as she pleaded though, Schwambart's mouth
moved very little, and she could see practically see him freeze
up from here, and watch in disappointment as the mare that she
sent over for him started to grow uncomfortable. This was the
last thing that Schwambart would want right now, to make a mare
uncomfortable and leave him. Snowflake had no idea how much of a
blow that would strike to the self-conscience that had already
been built up for the day, but she knew it would be massive at
best. It didn't take long for the green mare to start looking
around, looking for some sort of excuse to get away from the
stallion, and Schwambart was stuck, frozen as he struggled to
get over his sudden mind blanking.
Finally, the mare stood up and walked off, shooting Snow a
strange look and shaking her head as though she was telling Snow
that that was a very jerk thing to do. Raising an eyebrow and
shrugging, giving her best 'I don't know what happened'
expression in return, Snow pressed a hoof to her forehead and
started to massage deeply before slamming back the rest of her
drink. It wasn't meant to be drunk that fast, but many good long
years in college parties have given her a sort of tolerance to
the sudden shock that it would cause her. If anything, it made
her a little dizzy, but that was easily shaken off. Right, it
was time that she and Schwambart had a little talk; no more
games, no more teasing, and no more fluff, she was going to
straight up get to the bottom of this situation, and that would
require a few minutes to speak in private.
As she approached the table, she noticed another stallion
walking over to sit in the same chair. Snow had no idea what
this stranger was going to do, whether it be to ridicule him or
to try to help him, but she was unfortunately going to have to
pull Schwambart away form him for this talk. If he was
ridiculing her flatmate, so help her... Walking up beside
Schwambart, she tapped her hoof three times on the table to get
his attention, looking him in the eyes with a very worried look
that was somewhat uncharacteristic of the carefree pony, and
said rather quickly, "Cappy, love, we need t'tawlk. C'mon." As
she started to lead him away, she threw a glance back to the new
stallion and said, "Sorry bro, gonna need'ta borr'ah 'im fer a
few minutes. Proivate tawlk an' awll."
Snowflake then started to lead Schwambart away, rushing him
rather quickly along the wall of the club until they came to a
sign. 'Mare's Room'. Without saying anything, she turned and led
him quickly into the washroom, walking down the rows of stalls
before pushing one open and coercing Shwambart to step into it.
Luckily, nopony was using the washroom right now, and even if
one were to come in here, they would be in here to check their
makeup or expel the contents of their last drinks. A soon as
they were both in the rather close confines of the stall, she
closed and locked the door behind them, and started whispering
to him, "Awlroigh', be straigh' wi' me 'ere love. Wot was tha'?
Oi neva' seen someone jus' freeze up loike tha'! Real tawlk
'ere, 'ave you dated before? Do ya even 'ave a clue 'ow
romancin' works or 'ow t'be a decen' col'friend?"
#Post#: 754--------------------------------------------------
Re: Splitting the Rent
By: Schwambart Date: January 23, 2014, 10:15 pm
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Schwambart raises his head for a brief moment when his shoulder
is poked. Is it Snow, here to laugh at him? If it is, he
really isn't in the mood for-
Oh, it's another stallion. He's grey with blue and either black
or really dark grey stripey mane, probably tail as well. "I'm
fine, I'm fine," he responds, putting his face back against the
table. "Just havin' a bit of-"
He stops his muttering when there's some tapping on the table.
No, he's not interested in talking more, and he raises his head
to give the stallion a glare when he notices Snow's back. His
glare softens into just indifference and he's about to put his
head back down until he notices her look. That's a rather
unusual one for her. Is something wrong? "Yeah, sure, fine."
He stands before shooting a glance to the other stallion. "I'll
be back. Maybe." Not if he has any say in it, unless maybe it
leads to more butterscotch drink.
He follows her blindly, paying just enough attention to keep
pace with her. No attention to his surroundings, just her
hooves. And a door. Huh. Maybe it leads out. It's not until
he's being gestured into a stall that he raises his head in
confusion. What? What are they doing in a restroom? This
hardly seems like a seemly place to be bringing him, and his
blush comes back (it has been doing that a lot, huh?), but by
this point he's already being put in and, well, they might at
least be able to talk privately. Still, he thinks as she steps
in after him and closes the stall door, why here? This is,
like, the opposite of a comfortable place for him to be. And
she's awfully close. At least she smells nice.
Okay, it seems like she's being rather confrontational about
this. He dislikes conversation. But he was the one farthest
into the stall, and pushing past her would not only be rude it
would be rather uncomfortable and possibly impossible. Going
over would be a tricky deal as well, the confined space of the
stall being rather hard to gain any altitude, flying being out
of the question. And so he just meets her eye in a half-glare
half-grimace, trying not to think about how close their faces
are. "No, 'love', I haven't. I've never dated, I've never been
to a nightclub, I haven't danced with anypony outside my family
without it being a class or something, I've never kissed a mare,
I've never-" He sighs and puts his face in the wall, his wings
quivering. "Let's just assume that anything social I haven't
mentioned is something I haven't done and I know nothing about
being social and we'll probalby not be too far off the mark,
okay?"
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Re: Splitting the Rent
By: Snowflake Date: January 25, 2014, 2:21 pm
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Snow frowned as Schwambart said that he has never done anything
social in his life that didn't involve his family. She had never
heard of anypony being that shut off from the world to not have
done any of those activities that he listed off, but judging
from his body language, the way he turned to cower against the
wall and how his wings trembled, she could guess that he most
likely wasn't even close to over exaggerating. She wasn't sure
if she should have felt sympathy for this pony, or perhaps even
more disappointed that he had let himself get this bad in the
first place, but what was done is done, and now he was left to
deal with his disadvantages now rather than earlier.
Putting a hoof on his shoulder in some sort of attempt to
console him, she responded to him as she saw fit, "Sorry
swee'ie, Oi never would'a guessed tha' tha' was the case fo' ya.
Oi though' tha', ya know, a' yer age ya would'a done a lo' more
wi' regards to social stuff an tha' ya were jus' incredibly
shoi. Oi mean--" she cut herself off as the door opened, and the
sounds of the music in the club were not muffled anymore.
Somepony was coming into the bathroom. Snow clamped her mouth
shut and turned her head towards the stall door, hoping that
Schwam would also keep quiet as she hastily shushed him. From
the sound of it, there were two sets of hooves walking into the
bathroom and standing at the sinks. The two of them talked for a
while as they reapplied their makeup and fixed their manes, or
at least Snow thought they were as she couldn't quite see them.
When they left, Snow breathed a sigh of relief before turning
back to Schwambart, hoping that he at least had some time to
calm down before she spoke again, "Roigh', tha' was close.
Awlroigh', as Oi was sayin', yeah, Oi feel bad fo' ya, an' Oi
feel awful moiself fo' puttin' ya in this situation, so Oi'm
gonna make i' up to ya." She put her hooves on both of his
shoulders, looking him in the eye and giving him a light shake
as she said, "Oi'm gonna learn ya how t'be social, an' no' jus'
any koind'a social, Oi'm gonna show ya how to approach mares,
'ow t'tawlk t'them, 'ow t'ge' them t'loike ya..." she grinned as
she went on, adding finally, "basically, Oi'm enrollin' ya in
Datin' 101, as taugh' by Profess'r Snowflake, an' we're gonna
star' firs' thing t'morrow."
"Now," she continued, "Oi know yer noigh' is prolly spoiled
already in yer eyes, bu' Oi'm gonna le' you decoide if ya wanna
go home now or later. Oi'll go with ya since ya shouldn' be a'
these koind'a clubs alone, 'specially if yer a mare. So whadaya
say?"
#Post#: 773--------------------------------------------------
Re: Splitting the Rent
By: Schwambart Date: January 25, 2014, 6:00 pm
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Schwambart just cowers in the stall while Snow apologizes,
wishing he wasn't stuck here right at this moment. He hadn't
really wanted to come in the first place, and now he's being
consoled by the mare he'd been half-coerced to move in with at a
place he'd been invited to, and he can think of any number of
places he'd rather be than-
He stops his train of thought and goes silent when one or some
mares - at least two by the sounds of conversation - come into
the...and it strikes him again precisely where he is, caught in
a stall in a mares' restroom in a nightclub, in rather close
proximity to one who's actually allowed to be in here. Oh,
horsefeathers, if he was caught in here...He may just die from
embarrassment right then and there. He's pretty close already,
he's pretty sure, his cheeks very nearly combusting with extra
heat, and he certainly can't turn to look Snow in the eye right
now. He stays as still as he can, attempting but not entirely
successful at quieting his near-silently rustling wings.
Well, it seems that they're quiet enough not to give them away,
and they don't have any reason to look under the stall door to
see the four pairs of hooves on the floor rather than the usual
two...that's a relief. He heaves a relieved sigh and lowers his
head. No way could he have lived tha-
No time for that now, she's meeting his eye. His neck raises
again and he looks back at her, his wings rustling restlessly
again as her hooves find his shoulders, bringing back some of
the pink which had been receding when the other mares had left.
He doesn't share her grin, though, thinking along some rather
uncomplimentary lines. So she had brought him to where he
didn't really want to be, let him make a total foal of himself,
pulled him into a bathroom, and now she's going to teach him to
make marefriends? Which he's gotten along just fine without?
But...his wings still and he looks back at the wall again. He
had rather enjoyed walking over with her, his wing over her for
warmth and companionship...it rustles against his side, and his
blush grows back again. If she could help him get somepony
under there again...who's he to stop her? "A-alright," he
whispers back, a tiny smile playing on the very edges of his
lips. Not much, but it's there. "I...think I wouldn't mind
staying for another drink or two. I do enjoy butterscotch..."
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Re: Splitting the Rent
By: Snowflake Date: January 27, 2014, 2:18 pm
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Snowflake nodded as Schwambart agreed to take this little bit of
training that she was offering him. Nopony should have to go
through their life as a complete wall flower, so maybe she could
at least give him some pointers to actually put himself out
there in different places. It would definitely be good for his
health, at least, to her understanding anyway. With a final pat
on the shoulder and a warm smile, Snowflake said, "Awroigh',
love. We'll get'cha some more then. Firs' things firs', we gotta
get'cha outta 'ere. Oi'll make sure th'coast is clear, an' let
ya know when t'come out, mmkay?" She nodded to him one last time
before pushing open the bathroom stall, slowly making her way to
the door, checking to make sure that nopony else was in here to
witness them leave.
Nopony was here, so she called back into the bathroom, "Roigh'
coast's clear. Step to, Cappy." She pushed open the door and
stepped out to the noisy club, and a little while later, was
joined by Schwambart. Now that she knew that there wouldn't be
much from him in terms of dancing and socializing, maybe she
could still get around to loosening him up. He did want another
drink after all, so one more for the road, she supposed.
Hopefully she wouldn't end up carrying him home. Wandering back
to the table area, she found the same table that they had
before, still occupied by the stallion that tried to comfort
Schwambart from before. As soon as the two of them got back into
their seats, Snow spoke up to the new stallion, "Hah, sorry
'bout tha', swee'ie. Jus' a li'l somethin' tha' needed
addressin', nothin' too maj'r."
She looked around to find the waitress mare, holding her hoof up
and waving to get her attention, asking as she came over, "'Ey
sissa, think we could trouble ya for another round of the same?
Loightweight over 'ere wants sum'more." She grinned facetiously
at her little quip, turning back to the new stallion as she
asked, "So wot's ya story, love? Ya 'ere t'dawnce or are ya 'ere
t'drink? Oi'd say we were 'ere t'dawnce, but Cappy 'ere decoided
he'd rawth'a drink. 'Ope it isn't gonna be too much more
though..." she glanced at Schwambart, "mixed drinks loike tha'
ain't cheap, 'specially'f they go' some alcohol in 'em."
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Re: Splitting the Rent
By: Crescendo Date: January 27, 2014, 8:17 pm
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As the two of them departed, towards the female bathrooms, no
less, Crescendo chuckled happily and sat back, a wide grin on
his face. Hehe, seemed like this awkward-seeming pony didn't
need any advice on mares at all, maybe he was just awkward
around mares that he didn't know? After all, he certainly seemed
fine with following the.. uniquely accented mare who had lead
him away, and they had seemed to know each other.
Left to his own devices, the grey stallion simply lounged back,
momentarily considering approaching the mare who Schwam had
scared off with his nervousness, but eventually deciding that
she probably wouldn't want to be approached by Another stallion,
even if his intention was only to invite her to the dance floor
with him.
Still, it wasn't long before he saw the two figures returning,
and, inwardly, he chuckled, as he straightened up from his
slouched position at the table, and waved a hoof in greeting at
the pair of them.
"Me? Here for both, to be honest. I heard this party was gonna
be a good one, so I figured I'd better make the trip to see if
this place is worth coming too more often. Heh, and yeah, I'd
agree with that. If you don't watch yourself, you're going to
end up both smashed And penniless, guy. Although the drinks here
are Almost worth the price.." The grey stallion commented,
grinning eagerly at the two returning ponies, as he gestured
towards the empty seats as if suggesting they sit and chat for a
bit.
"So, out dancing, huh? You two been together for long? you
seem.. close." The grey stallion questioned, once they were
seated, his tone teasing, as his eyes flickered over to the
bathroom they had disappeared into together a minute or so ago,
his assumption of what they had been up to, obvious in his tone,
and the congratulatory smirk he gave Schwambart.
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