"Afterwards, the universe will explode for your pleasure."
The next few weeks were some of the happiest of Eugene's entire life. He didn't really think of himself before as someone who wanted desperately to get married, but he loved being married to Rapunzel. He loved seeing her almost every day, he loved talking to her, kissing her…..being her best friend (next to Pascal and Emmy of course).
Everything. He thought he'd loved her the day the day they were married, but his love for her seemed to grow every day.
She was his wife in every way except one: she didn't live with him. He told himself to give her time, to let her figure out the right moment to leave her mother. But it had been a month since they'd wed and he wanted her with him. He wanted to wake up with her by his side, and kiss her right before he went to sleep. He felt so lonely for her sometimes, and he missed her when he wasn't with her. He told himself not to be such a baby, but he wanted her to leave her mother and be with him now.
He tried to broach the subject with her, but every time he did, she brushed him off in a very un-Rapunzel-like manner, saying something vague like I'm sorry, Eugene, but I just don't think it's the right time yet.
It was thoroughly exasperating, and he found that it made him frustrated with her in a way he didn't think was possible. Didn't she know that he was trying to help her get away from the witch that was her mother? Didn't she want to be with him as much as he wanted to be with her? Didn't she...love him enough to leave the tower?
It was at that point when he thought that any "honeymoon" period that they had was over, and his feeling was solidified with what happened next. He went to see Rapunzel like he normally did, but this time ended differently than it usually did- horribly.
It all started when Rapunzel asked him if he could come back in two days- and he'd had to turn her down. He'd procrastinated on his job as long as possibly, not wanting to leave her, but he couldn't do it any longer. "Actually," he said reluctantly, "I have to go to the city for a few days."
Her face immediately fell. "Oh, I see,"she said.
"It's for work," he said, trying to explain.
She smiled, but she still looked sad."I understand, Eugene."
He knew she did, but he felt bad. Her face seemed as if clouds had covered the sun, and he hated seeing her like that. "I've postponed it as long as I can…"
"I understand, Eugene," she said again.
"Are you….sure you're not mad?" he said, hesistantly. He thought that if she was, she'd tell him. Wouldn't she?
She sighed. "Eugene, I can't very well be upset at you for doing something for the job I wanted you to get, now can I?"
"No," he said. What she was said was completely true. "But I don't want you to be unhappy."
"Eugene, I'm not always going to be happy," she told him in a very matter-of-fact way. "And neither are you. So we'll have to deal with it, just like I have to deal with you being gone."
She was right about that too. But you could come with me, you know, he thought grumpily.
Rapunzel shot him a look, and he realized that he'd said that out loud. He felt like he should be sorry, but he wasn't. "You could."
"And what would I tell my mother?" she asked.
He didn't really care. "Don't tell her anything," he said. "Just go with me."
"Eugene," she said, fairly patiently."I can't do that."
He found that exasperation welled up in him, the product of every single time she'd been evasive over the last several weeks, and he couldn't stop it. "Why can't you? I just don't understand why you can't leave her."
"Eugene….."she said, her voice holding a hint of warning.
But he didn't heed it. "I'm your husband, Rapunzel! Doesn't that make me a little bit more important than her? Why can't you leave the tower?"
Later, after he had time to cool off, he realized how much restraint she'd had at that moment when he was practically yelling at her. "She…needs me, Eugene," she said quietly. "I'm all she has."
"Well, maybe I need you too," he snapped. "You're all I have. Did you ever think of that?"
"Maybe you do," she said, conceding the point. "But you can take care of yourself. I don't think she can."
He felt like punching something. He didn't want to take care of himself. He was so sick of that. As an orphan, he'd always had to "take care of himself," and nobody gave a rip if he lived or died. The fact that Rapunzel had said it felt like a slap in the face. Oh, just take care of yourself, Eugene. I'm your wife, but you're fine on your own.
Whatever. "So what does this mean?" he said irritably. "Are you always going to pick her over me? Because I'm telling you right now that I'm not okay with that."
"I don't pick her over you," she said quickly.
"Are you sure about that? Because it seems that way to me," he retorted.
Her face flushed. "You don't understand, Eugene. You have no idea how-…."
He cut her off, sure that he comprehended more than she thought he did: her mother was somehow more important to her than he was. "I understand perfectly, Rapunzel."
"No, you don't," she said, two red spots appearing in her cheeks. "You-…."
He could tell that he was really pushing it, but somehow he couldn't stop himself. It was like his mouth was a volcano, and he couldn't help shooting it off. "Let me clue you in on something, Rapunzel. Marriage by definition means that you're supposed to be with me," he informed her flatly. "So how about you think about that while I'm gone."
She opened her mouth to say something, but he didn't give her a chance. In almost two seconds flat, he'd left.
Of course, it didn't take Eugene very long to completely regret what he'd done. He hated that he'd fought with Rapunzel. He hated that he'd walked out on her. And he hated himself. All he could think of on his way to the city was their argument, and it replayed itself over and over in his mind. Why had he been such an idiot? Why had he been so…mean? She'd actually tried to explain it to him, but he just wouldn't listen.
Maybe he didn't understand why she wouldn't leave yet, but he wanted to. Couldn't he do that? If he tried hard enough, maybe he would. Besides, he loved her. Shouldn't he be more patient?
He sighed a little. He'd much rather go back to the tower and talk to her, but he had work to do. He had to go to the girls he'd talked to before and see if they remembered any other girls.
As it happened, it was mostly fruitless, frustrating, and a complete waste of time. But at the last house he went to, the girl said she remembered one other girl who had blonde hair.
Of course, she was out of town and she didn't know when she'd be back. So all he could do was say he'd try again later.
The next thing he did was look for Mrs. Miller and was a lot more successful with that. He did find her and when he told her that her sister was looking for her, she'd broken down in tears and she'd contact her sister immediately.
So at least he did something right, he thought on the second day as he walked around the city square. He sat down at the fountain and just thought for a while about how much he missed Rapunzel. They'd spent quite a bit of time here on her birthday, but he thought that any place in the city would probably have the same effect. Soon he saw the four little girls who'd braided her hair, but he didn't want to talk to them. He knew they'd ask about her.
But it was too late. They'd see him, and now they coming in his direction. He made himself smile."Hello, girls," he said pleasantly. There wasn't any reason to be rude.
"Hello!" the oldest one said. "It's nice to see you again. I'm Samantha."
That seemed to be a cue for the rest of them to tell him their names too, and it seemed chronologically too.
"And I'm Sandra," said the littlest one.
All of their names started with Sa's and they all looked the same. Well, this was going to be easy to remember their names.
Not. "I'm Eugene," he said.
"It's nice to meet you," Samantha said with a smile.
"But where's that nice blonde lady?" Sasha asked.
He didn't know how to respond. She's with her horrible mother? "She's...at home," he said. There, that should satisfy them.
Sarah looked confused. "Why isn't she with you?"
That was an excellent question. He'd like to know the answer to that too. "She...had other things she had to do."
"Are you two married?" Sandra asked.
Samantha looked at her like a little mother would. "Sandra!" she scolded.
Sandra didn't seem to understand why her sister was chiding her."What?"
"You can't ask that. It's rude!"
"No, it's okay," he said slowly. He didn't really mind the question that much. Then he crouched down so he was looking at her eyes. He gave her a kind smile. "As a matter of fact, we are." He showed her his ring. "See?"
They all gathered round, with big smiles on their faces. "Oh, how wonderful!"
"We're so happy for you both!" said Samantha.
Sasha looked like she'd say something too, but soon a woman with the same red hair walked toward them."There you are," she said, clearly relieved. "I've been looking for you all. It's time to go home."
"Okay," Samantha said. They all gave him smiles and goodbyes before walking toward their mother.
"I hope they didn't bother you," she said.
"No, of course not," he assured her. "They're nice girls."
That seemed to please her. "Thank you. Bye now."
She soon walked off, and he felt wistful as he watched them go. Someday he'd like to have a little girl too.
One that looked just Rapunzel.
After Eugene saw the four little girls, he wandered around town aimlessly, wondering what to do. He'd already completed the work he'd come here to do, but he didn't feel like he could leave yet- like there was still something he needed to do. So he kept wandering around until he eventually found himself in front of the orphanage. He frowned to himself. Why on earth would his subconscious bring him here?
Then he realized that maybe his subconscious thought that Mrs. O'Grady could help him somehow. But that was crazy. Wasn't it? Could it hurt to try?
Before he could talk himself out of it, he knocked on the door.
Mrs. O'Grady soon answered it. "Why, Eugene," she said, clearly surprised.
"Can I come in?" he asked. "I…I need your help."
She opened the door wider, thought she didn't look any less surprised. "Of course, Eugene."
He followed her to her small office , and she sat down behind her desk. "Now tell me, Eugene," she said kindly. "What's the problem?"
"I fought with my wife, and now I don't know what to do," he blurted. Inwardly, he cringed. He sounded like an awful person, even to his own ears.
Her eyebrows went up- way up. "You did…what?"She blinked several times. "I'm sorry, you're going to have to repeat that- and slower this time."
"I fought with my wife," he said.
She nodded. "I assume you mean Rapunzel."
So she remembered that. He shouldn't be surprised; she never did forget anything, especially if it involved him and a certain cookie jar. "Yes. But we had a fight."
"And you want my help."
She leaned forward and she looked at him seriously. "I'm curious, Eugene. Why come to me?"
"Well, you're…a woman too." It sounded stupid, but he realized that it was the truth. He didn't really understand what was going on in Rapunzel's brain no matter how much he wanted to.
She smiled now. "Yes, which means I understand more how they think."
"Well, first things first," she said."How do you feel about fighting with her?"
How did he feel? Why was that important at all? Still, he knew he should answer the question. After all, he'd asked for her help. Maybe in some weird way, telling her how he felt would help. "I feel like the worst husband in the world."
"Because we've only been married a month, and I've already fought with her."
She laughed heartily. "Oh, trust me, Eugene. It doesn't make you the worst husband in the world; it just makes you a normal one."
"Really?" he said, knowing that he sounded completely bewildered by that. But he was. He didn't think he'd heard his parents fight at all. So maybe he…wasn't the scum of the earth?
"Oh yes," she said reassuringly. "My husband and I loved each other very much, and we still fought. But tell me, why did you marry Rapunzel?"
'Because I love her," he said simply.
"Of course," she said, smiling. "But why else?"
His shoulders slumped and he stared at his hands for a minute. "I wanted to save her," he said finally.
She looked at him, and he could tell she understood. "What did you want to save her from?"she asked gently.
"Her mother treats her terribly," he said. "I wanted to get her away from that, and the only way was to marry her-and then she'd come and live with me. But she won't yet."
"And why do you think that is?"
"I don't know," he said. If he knew, he probably wouldn't be here!
"This is all very noble, Eugene," she said. "But have you ever thought that maybe she didn't need to be saved? And that's why she hasn't left?"
He hadn't considered that possibility, but he wasn't convinced by it at all. "Her mother verbally abuses her; I heard it myself," he said. "I couldn't do nothing."
"I understand," she said calmly. "Maybe she doesn't know that it's abuse though. Maybe she thinks it's normal."
"How could you ever think being talked at like that is normal?" he said incredulously. "If she does, then she's been brainwashed. She does have to get away from her mother."
"And be with you."
"Yes. Is that so unreasonable?" He wanted her with him more than he'd wanted that stupid crown.
"No, but you shouldn't have fought with her."
He was fully aware of that fact. He felt bad about it every minute he was apart from her. "I know," he said miserably. "Do you think she'll be mad forever now?"
Her lips twitched, and she looked like she was trying not to smile. "No, I don't think so. Not if you go back to her, embrace her, and tell her how sorry you are." She looked at him levelly. "You can do that, can't you?"
"Yes, of course I can," he said, trying not to sound indignant. Of course he could apologize. In fact, it's all he wanted to do since he'd arrived here.
"Ah, I know you can embrace her, Eugene," she said with a knowing gleam in her eye. "But are you sorry?"
"Yes," he said immediately.
"Sorry you fought or sorry you might have hurt her?"
He considered it. "Both."
Finally she smiled. "Then go to her and tell her that. And I'm sure everything will work out."
"I hope so," he said."I….I don't think I can live without her."
"And I'm sure she feels the same way," she said. "Have a little faith, Eugene. You won't lose her."
He felt slightly bothered at the fact that Mrs. O'Grady could read him so well, but he tried not to dwell on it."I love her so much," he said softly.
She continued to smile. "I know you do, and make sure you tell her that too," she said, and stood up. "But that's all I have time for today. Stop by anytime, Eugene, and bring Rapunzel with you."
"I will," he said seriously. He thought that Mrs. O'Grady and Rapunzel would get along fantastically. "Thank you."
"Ah, you're welcome," she said. "Anytime."
After thanking her again, he soon left, knowing that Mrs. O'Grady was a busy woman. He walked around town, trying to think if there was anything else that he needed to do before he went back. He couldn't think of anything. He'd done what he came for, and he was more than ready to get out of the city.
And back to Rapunzel.
Even though Eugene felt slightly better after seeing Mrs. O'Grady, it didn't last very long and he was still mad at himself for fighting with her. On his way back to his house, he felt so down and miserable that he went back to the Snuggly Duckling, and ordered a glass of flip. He wanted to drink it in peace, but it wasn't long before Hookhand came and disturbed his little bubble of self-pity. "Whatcha doing here, Rider?"
Ugh. He didn't want to deal with this right now. "What does it look like I'm doing?"he said crabbily. "I'm drinking some flip."
Big Nose came up too. Great, he groaned. The gang had decided on a mutual gang-up, and he was the prey."Where's the blonde lady?"
The blonde lady….also known as Rapunzel. "She's at home," he said. At that stupid tower, and not in his little house. Sometimes he thought that even the house missed her too. Right now it was just a house. With her, it'd be a home. But now they'd argued, and he'd said awful things. What if she couldn't forgive him? He knew what Mrs. O'Grady said was true, but what if it wasn't? What if they-….
No. He stopped himself. Everything would be fine. It had to.
Hookhand suddenly put his hook in his face. "You mean your home?" he growled. "Did you ruin her, Rider?"
He felt a sudden rush of anger at the accusation and he stood up. "No," he snapped. "I didn't." He shoved his left hand with the ring in his face. "I married her. Okay?" He sat down again. "Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to drink my flip now." He took another long sip of his drink, when he felt a big smack on his back. He nearly choked. "Are you trying to kill me?"
He looked at them, but they were all smiling happily. What?
"Well, congratulations, Rider," Hookhand said. "You finally did something right for a change."
His annoyance immediately vanished. They were happy? He didn't understand."What?"
"So you finally figured out what a special girl she is," he said. "Good job."
"You must be really happy together," Big Nose said, a hint of wistfulness in his voice.
"Yeah, we are." We are when we're not fighting, he thought ruefully.
"So she's a Rider now," Hookhand said."Rapunzel Rider? Sounds kind of weird."
"Actually," he said slowly. "She's Rapunzel Fitzherbert."
They all stared at him blankly. "See…my real name is Eugene," he explained. "Eugene Fitzherbert. And she married me. So she's Rapunzel Fitzherbert."
"Do you love her?"
Of course he did. "Yes, I do," he said."Very much."
"Good," Hookhand said. "Because she deserves someone that loves her."
"Well, don't worry," he said, taking a long sip of his flip. "I do." He lifted his cup and soon drained it. He didn't particularly want to be here anymore, not if they'd ask him a bunch of questions. "On that note," he said. "I think it's time to go."
They seemed surprised that he was leaving so quickly, but he was ready to get out of there. They were being surprisingly nice to him, and he didn't want to jinx it.
"Okay, Rider," Hookhand said. "Go ahead, but you bring her the next time you come," he said. "We want to congratulate her too."
"Oh, all right," he said pleasantly. Yeah right. "I will." He got up and headed toward the door. "Thanks."
He hurriedly walked out of the Snuggly Duckling and toward home. Although they'd been kind enough, he was kind of relieved to be out of there.
Being there reminded him how much he didn't miss being a loner.
And how much he wanted to make things right with Rapunzel as soon as he could.
Meanwhile, Rapunzel wasn't doing any better than Eugene. Now that Eugene was in the city, it was just her and her mother, and it seemed to her that Mother grew even more demanding and needy as time went on. And every time she thought about leaving, she couldn't help but wonder how her mother would fair without her. She couldn't leave yet.
But Eugene didn't understand that at all. That much was obvious from the way he'd talked to her before he went to the city. Talked? She shook her head at that. That wasn't the right word at all. Fussed at her was a better word, and frustrated and irritated described his mood better. She didn't even recognize him when he was angry. It was like he was someone else entirely. Oh, they'd had little spats here and there, but neither of them had actually been really angry. He'd been truly angry.
Yet when she remembered the vows she'd made, part of her felt that he was right to be upset with her for not leaving the tower. Wilt thou love, honor and keep him…. and forsaking all others, keep thee only to him, as long as ye both shall live?
She should be with him. But part of her was terrified. She wasn't scared of living with him; she thought it'd be wonderful to see him all the time. She loved the thought of making a home for them too.
No, it wasn't him that scared her. It was her mother. She had this horrible feeling deep inside that something very bad could happen if she left. Mother would surely not be happy, and she thought sometimes that she'd take her anger out on Eugene and hurt him. She couldn't bear the thought of that. She knew that Eugene was good at hiding and they could possibly disappear. Would that work?
She wasn't sure. She could suggest it, but she felt confused and she didn't know what to do. She didn't know if he understood how much pressure there was on her between her mother and him either. She felt completely torn, right down the middle, between the two of them. Her mother wanted her here. Eugene wanted her with him, and that's what she wanted too. Her eyes burned now when she thought of the things they'd both said and she wished for the millionth time that they hadn't fought.
She sat on her bed with a sigh, and as she did, she saw the book he'd given her underneath her green dress She grabbed both of them into her arms, and silent tears ran down her cheeks. Even though they had fought, she missed him. She missed him so much.
What if he never came back? She tried not to think that way. He hadn't said that he never would, just that she should think about it while he was gone. Well, she'd thought about it, and she was more than ready for him to return.
But it would be three long days of angst before she saw him again. She was doing her normal chores that day when she heard someone call for her- someone that wasn't her mother. It was Eugene. She let down her hair, and she waited nervously for him to come up. She gnawed at her lip. What if he was mad again?
Finally, she saw him come through the window, and she felt tension all up her back. But before she could do or say anything, he'd pulled her into his arms. "I'm sorry," she heard him say against her ear. "I'm so sorry, Rapunzel." He brushed a kiss onto her hair. "Please forgive me."
Her tension drained out of her. He was sorry, he wasn't mad anymore. But most importantly, he'd come back to her. She hugged him back, now overcome with relief. "I forgive you," she whispered. "I'm sorry too."
"Let's never fight ever again," he said softly. He met her eyes. "That was horrible."
She couldn't decide whether to laugh or cry. So she let out a half sob. "It's not realistic to think that we won't fight, Eugene."
"Maybe not," he said. He touched her cheek gently. "But I don't think I could stay away again for that long without making up with you."
"Missed me too much?" she teased. A thrill of happiness went through her. She was so glad that they'd made up. She liked the thought that he missed her too. She'd missed him very much.
He shook his head. "You have no idea," he said. "When I went to the city, I saw all the places we went and I couldn't stop thinking about you."
"I missed you, too," she said, remembering how sad she'd been when he was gone. "But you should know something."
His facial expression betrayed his wariness. "What?"
"I think…," she hesitated, not sure how to say it. "I think you might have been partly right."
His eyes filled with surprise."Really?"
"Yes," she said. "I should be with you. So I have a promise for you." Even as the words came out of her mouth, she knew that she was doing the right thing. She should be with him.
"I promise that by the new year I will leave the tower," she said, meaning it completely. Somehow she'd figure out how to do that.
His whole face lit up, and she realized how happy she'd made him. She just wished the cold lump of anxiety in her stomach would leave when she thought about this. She was married, to the most wonderful man in the world. She should be ecstatically happy, not scared and uneasy. "Thank you, Rapunzel," he said.
"I want to be with you, Eugene," she said. She decided to tell about her concerns. She felt like he'd listen now. "I do, but I'm worried too."
"About what?" he said, clearly confused. "You know I'd never do anything to hurt you."
"I know you wouldn't," she said. "I know you'd never let anything happen to me either. But I'm not worried about me."
He visibly relaxed. "Then what are you worried about?"
"I'm worried about you!" she told him emphatically.
He laughed, which didn't help her any. He clearly wasn't taking what she was trying to tell him seriously. "Me?" he repeated. "I'm not made of china. I've defended myself before." He finally turned serious. "What's this all about, Rapunzel? What's making you so worried?"
"My mother," she said softly. "She won't be happy when she finds out I've left."
"No, she won't," he agreed, which didn't help her any. "But she'll get over it."
"Okay, let's say she does," she said, which she didn't really believe at all. Her mother never "got over" anything, much less the loss of her only daughter. But there was another problem, and he should know that one too. "What about my hair, Eugene?"
"What about it?" he asked calmly.
"It heals. What if somebody finds out?"
"Nobody will," he assured her. "And I'll guard you with my life. You know that, Rapunzel."
She sighed. He had always been protective of her…. "I know."
"But there's a solution to that too," he said. "Though I have a feeling you won't like it."'
"And what's that?"
"Cut it," he said simply.
He was right. She didn't like it. "My hair is like a limb, Eugene." She remembered now that she had told him that fact about her hair losing its power after cutting months ago.
"I know," he said, and she could tell he did. "I know it is, but you're so much more than your hair, Rapunzel." He sighed deeply. "Can you tell me what you're so afraid of? Please?"
He looked so earnest and eager, like he felt like he could fix anything that was bothering her. She only wished he could. Her eyes filled with tears. "I already told you, Eugene."
"Your mother hurting me and someone finding out about your hair."
"Yes," she whispered. Whenever she even thought about her mother harming him, her heart ached. "Don't you understand that?"
"I do understand," he said. "You think your mother will hurt me somehow if she finds out, and I told you that I can defend myself. Especially against your mother."
Mother had her ways; she had no doubt about that. She was probably capable of things that Eugene didn't even fathom. "You don't know her."
"Rapunzel, I promise you that she can't do anything to hurt me," he said sincerely.
She shook her head sadly. "Don't make a promise you can't keep, Eugene." She suddenly had the strongest urge to cry, and she turned away from him, trying to fight it. She didn't want to cry. She'd done enough of that already.
She heard him sigh behind her, and she soon felt his hands on her shoulders, turning her to face him. She almost expected him to say something like he couldn't understand why she was acting so crazily.
But he didn't. "Rapunzel," he said kindly. And then he took her face in his hands, and kissed her.
"Eugene," she said. She wasn't sure what kissing her had to do with anything, but she couldn't deny that it was very nice after their fight.
"Shh," he said, and kissed her again, deeper this time.
She could feel herself being swept away, like she usually was when he kissed her like this, but she had to talk to him. She had an idea why he decided to do this. She pulled away slightly. "Eugene, you're trying to distract me."
He gave her a half-grin. "Is it working?"
She couldn't help but laugh, despite her anxiety. He just looked so cute like that. "Maybe…"
"Good," he said, leaning forward to kiss her yet again.
But she gently pushed him away. "You kissing me is not going to make me not worried forever, you know," she informed him.
He shrugged, holding her loosely in his arms.. "Probably not, but I figured it couldn't hurt."
"No," she said. "It doesn't." She decided then that she wanted to be distracted. "In fact," she continued. "I think it's a great idea."
He smirked and kissed her once more. And for a while, she didn't think about her mother or her hair at all.
Later, it was with a heavy heart that Eugene left Rapunzel that day. He'd managed to cheer her up but when he'd been about to leave she looked so forlorn. Yet all he could do was kiss her again and tell her that he'd be back soon.
He sighed as he walked back to his house. He didn't know what else to do with her. She was still sweet Rapunzel, but she was so unhappy. He thought marrying her was supposed to make things better, but now she was almost as jumpy and paranoid as the day he'd met her. At least he'd been able to make her feel better for a little while, though.
He sighed again. He wished he could cut her hair, and then take her far, far away from her life here. But he wouldn't do that. He knew how important her hair was, and he feared she'd never forgive him if he cut it without her permission. Yet the undisputed fact was that he wanted to fix everything for her.
But he was starting to wonder if that was even possible.
After Eugene left, Rapunzel did what she often did when Eugene was gone: She'd curled up in her bed and cuddled with Emmy. She felt like crying because she missed him, because they'd fought and made up, and because she wished that he didn't have to leave her all the time. She knew that was partially her own doing, but she still didn't have to like it. She hated it actually, but she didn't know what else to do. She was scared about her mother and scared about her hair too.
Eugene tried to help, he tried to cheer her up, and for a while he had. But nothing he did could completely erase the lump of her dread in her stomach. She knew that Eugene wanted to make it better, and she wished he could.
But she was starting to realize that there were some things that even Eugene couldn't fix.
No matter how hard he'd try.
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