I'm so sorry guys that I have not been able to update, I really meant to I'm sorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee... alright, now that I'm done with that--- hey look, a new chapter! You people things probably already knew that, but that isn't the point!
Yet again, I'm so sorry I haven't update in awhile, but there's been some stuff going on that's been freakishly distracting, sorry.
Oh well, here I go with the review-answering!
ForbiddenToast: I still say that the whole portrayed characters is a bit off, but I'm ignorant, so, neh. I portray well! Woooo... Yes, indeeded (I meant to spell it that way), you do recieve kitchen shears for going through the perilous effort of reviewing this horrible piece of writing. Thank you, thank you, arigato, tank ooh...
Githoniel: Don't we all, love? Anyways... WE ALL WANT THINGS IN LIFE THAT WE CAN'T RECIEVE, SO DEAL WITH IT! ... I'm kidding. You ish one of meh favorite reviewers, I wouldn't say that to you... or would I? o.O The world shall nevah know... but, yes, you do indeed obtain kitchen shears as well! Enjoy kitchen shears, my friend!
invader tom: Neh, you can have Squee as a brother, if you really want him that badly. Yea, he would not serve as horrible sibling or anything of the sort, but it just is that all siblings come to the point where they shove you off the Cliff of Sense to the Gorge of Insanity... nyah ha, I just made that metaphor up right now. Nyah ha... I'm horrible. I'm glad you're enjoying it! My Reading teacher was rummaging through my binder the other day when me and another acquaintant sojourned out to the library, and she even liked it. That,I found unbelievable (especially since I wasn't sent to the Dictator of the Educational Society's office... yes, what you might know as a principal is known to me as "Dictator of Educational Society"), yet pleasint... Woot! For reviewing, here are your kitchen shears.
Kate: That was quick and simple. But, thanks for liking it! I hope you tune in later for latter chapters.
di: Heh heh... I was about to say... that review did not make much sense. But, yes, I can see where the whole strange review could be reasoned for a hardware glitch. Neh, control your rage. You don't want to be shipped off to the Insane Asylum, it isn't as great as it seems... room service sucks there. What you are supposed to do when you're angry is scare the person you hate the most, and see what they do... unelss if they're the tattle-tell kidn, which will probably end up with you sentenced to the school counselor or Dictator of Educational Society's office. But, that's another thing, you're fifth to last sentence of the review: JTHM is not about a crazy, man who kills people. It's about a crazy, sad man who is trying to learn what we others can't and the pain and angst and tragedy that he is forced to go through... that just so happens to kill people. And, no, you don't have to shut up. Hell, the more you talk in your review, the more I get to waste answering that statement! So, it's actually welcomed. Oh, and before I forget, since you were a good human organism, here are your kitchen shears.
Invader Nicole: You flatter me, the chapters are not all that great. But is it really that hard to believe that I'm only twelve years old? Yesh, I am of a youthful age, and I ish proud of my youthful-ness! Hooray for youth... But, yea,I can kind of see how you can have that perspective on most twelve year olds. The ones at my school are probably some of the worst you will ever meet... complete assholes too busy selling their bodies or sniffing "le white shtuff" to crack open a novel. Fictional storylines aren't all that bad people! Hell, most of them contain a better reality in which you can lose yourself in! How can you people linger in this fucking reality, and call a happier one boring!? Why is it boring to you assholes!? Is it because there are unusual things that your tiny mind cannot comprehend!? Is it because you can't pronounce "cat?" Read more, you assholes! Reeeeeeeead! Oh, Invader Nicole, none of this is directed at you at all, sorry. I had to rant though... my existance at school is encompassed with morons. Pleased to know that you'll be a-waitin' the next chaptah! Enjoy your shears!
lonelost: ... Deanna's proud of herself? o.O Deanna, you idiot, you know you can't handle soda! That's why you inform the host/hostess' parents, who will be mroe than happy to introduce you to a not-soda like liquid! Hell, live off of water, like I do sometimes. Well, the whole restraunt thing is kinda funny, so, I point and laugh at you in my head. Waidaminute, what story? o.O Er... let's look past that and just give you the Kitchen Shears.
Nicole: Pardon my errors, m'lady. But, if you look into the comic, Nailbunny was sort of in a way lost after the Thing Behind the Wall was unleashed, so, yea... it doesn't exactly mean that it would be nice to talk to something that isn't there anymore. It's like the teddy bear that I had when I was little: When I had no one to talk to, Shugah (the bear) was always there for me to converse there, and he could not judge me for opinions, and in my head I could hear him giving me advice. But, then, one day near the Christmas holidays, my parents (without asking my consent) sent him off to charity. Ever since then, even with Reki here in my bag wherever I go, when I feel like I need to talk to somebody, I can't tell Reki everything, because he might question my opinions and scold, rendering me in a nostalgic state of mind where I wish I had Shugah in my arms to spill heart to... but, I just sit there, wishing that I still had someone to talk to. Thanks for the first compliment though. (holds out scissors) Kitchen shears?
Nessa Inwe: Nuuuuuuuuuuuuu! Ish no see-ishc you in awhile! My terminal hasn't been that great either, so, neh... glad to see that you're still stickin' with it though! and yes, my dear friend, Kitchen Shears for you as well!
blonde who enjoys blonde jokes: We need more people like you at my school. I have nothing against the so-called "preps" (I hate labelling people, sorry) here at school, but they're always being assholes to me and some of my friends, so, it's kind of funny to have a prep occasionally killed within the storyline. I have nothing against them, honestly: I just sometimes visualize a specific human being that I know here in the Real World. Take, for example, the chick who was flirting with Johnny in chapter three: she wasn't necessarily preppy, but, she was based on an asshole that I know in the real world, who acts just like that. As I said before, we need more people like you at my middle school, even if you are fifteen (I'm twelve). Everyone here at my school doesn't have a damned clue who Johnny is, with the exception of my friends who know EXACTLY who he is. You swear to nachos that I was really the only decent one? That ish neat... wooooot! My self-esteem just rose up a notch! Thanks for the compliments! And, just like your fellow reviewers, thou sahlt recieve kitchen shears also!
Like I said before, I'm so sorry for not updating this sooner. But, still.... enjoy your chapter guys!
CHAPTER 7:
"Todd, my dear little friend, what time is it?" Felix asked, catatonically staring up at the sky with a tentative glimmer within her eyes.
She was perched upon Todd's, or "Squee's," porch, with little Squee himself huddled up besides her, his eyes keenly observing her fingers as they fluidly waggled, causing the little strings of her little puppet (Elanor, she had titled it) to force the arms and legs to dance awkwardly on the concrete paved before them. It was a fine day supposedly, but to Felix's great disappointment, dark gray storm clouds had lazily floated in from the north, and a great breeze began to caress their stinging cheeks. It concerned Felix immensely, how all of this seemed to frighten her child friend so much… after all, it was merely going to be a brief little thunder storm, after all.
Elanor, though… she was a pearly-white plush girl with buttons for eyes, both black, both glinting maliciously in a non-existent light. There were black and storm cloud gray stitches sewn into her fair plush skin, though they were of an amateur's doing, for they were rather messily done (it is indeed fair to say that Felix is not the Van Gogh of threads and needles). The black and white dress clothing the marionette though was of the perfect size for the doll, and more than likely Felix's best needlework. Elanor's hair was actually thick dandelion yarn, flecks of gray within the entwined strands, which was all tied up in a little forest-green rubber band. Her mouth though, was stitched beneath a place where they should have been a nose sewn or drawn, but Felix had been too lazy to sketch one, therefore giving it a morbid zombie-like appearance (not only did Felix use Elanor for companionship as a child, but she also used Elanor to ward off her mocking enemies in elementary school on the playground.). At the time being when she had created her little friend, there was a construction site near her house, so that supplied her the with the wooden hand grip attached to the tips of the strings. The strings she had snuck from her mother's sewing kit (her mom loved to cross-stitch). That little string-bow of her mother's also happened to be where she obtained her needle, which she kept buried in the bottom of Elanor's case. When Squee had interrogated her about when she had made it, she had merely answered that she invented her little friend when she was about his age. Squee was satisfied with her answer, but still kept a wary eye upon her and her puppet-companion.
"Hold on," Todd said, softly placing Squee besides Felix's flank with his gaze still transfixed on the tapping puppet. "I'll go ask daddy."
Felix blinked and observed the little boy hoist himself up and waddle into the house innocently with his hands clamped together up front, his head declined somewhat. She inclined her own head to the right slightly while subconsciously laying Elanor flat besides her, and turned herself on all fours to crawl to the entrance of Squee's little domain, ear pressed curiously against the door. Suddenly, the muffled voice of Squee trailed through the door.
"Daddy?"
Felix nearly squealed, he sounded so darling! Oh, how adorable and so innocent he sounded… how could any parent refuse to respond to that sweet little voice of his? A soft, smile curled at the corners of her lips, her keen ears pressed harder against the door. Such a good, little boy definitely had to have loving, good parents that would—
"What the fuck do you want!?"
Felix blinked in astonishment, that happy, delicate smile immediately flipped upside down, her eyes wide. She had not seen that coming. Most, loving good parents would not say that to their good child… Concerned now, she vainly pressed her ear even harder against the thin door, straining her eardrums to catch every bit of it to properly diagnose Squee's parents directly.
"Daddy, what time is it?"
"Why the hell do you wanna know?"
"My friend wants to know what time it is."
"Since when the hell did you start making friends!?"
Felix blinked, her jaw dropping slightly in horror. "What the fuck is that supposed t' mean?" she hissed to no one in particular.
"When I first met the scary neigh—"
"Get the hell out of here, I'm busy!"
"But daddy, what—"
"It's four-thirty two, time for you to get the hell out of my face!"
"Okay, daddy…"
At this point, Felix's mouth was even more agape than it was before. What the fuck!? she mouthed, tilting her head. What kind of a bloody parent says that to their only, frightened, innocent child!? Sure, if the parent is under an immense quantity of pressure or something of that sort of matter, of course he would want his offspring to skedaddle ((A/N: Jesus Christ, I hate that word…)), but interrogating him when he started meeting people!? Would not a parent be happy for their child if such a thing happened!? Why would someone hate Squee? He was a wonderful, sweet kid and a trustworthy little friend who just needed someone there to shield him from the frightening things of life… There was nothing wrong with the lad…
The sounds of his shuffling little feet brought her out of her angered, disgusted reverie, and she herself quickly scuffled back to her pose where she was sitting comfortably on the top rung with her legs outstretched in front of her. She turned her head to see Squee close the door behind him and plop his little form down next to her as he snatched Schmee up once again in his habitual bear-head-popping embrace.
"Are your parents always that concerned about you?" she asked bluntly, her eyes narrowing in new found detestation towards her little friend's guardians.
"Daddy loves me," Todd answered quietly. "so does mommy, but Daddy's always busy and Mommy's always so tired."
The female's head tilted sadly and her eyes softened a bit, sympathetically watching the little boy stare long and hard at his little bear Shmee. She stiffened her neck upright again in preparation to say something, but Squee suddenly spoke, "Um, it's four thirty-two, by the way…"
Felix smiled slightly at his act of information. "Thank you, Todd," she replied, pushing herself from her sitting position. There she pivoted in her crouch so she was facing Squee gingerly. "Hey," she began. "Ya know what?"
Squee tilted his head slightly, wondering warily why she had moved so quickly. "Hmmm?"
"It's October; ya know… ya know what means, right?"
Todd tilted his head and blinked. Evidently, he had not the slightest clue of what was going to happen later on in the month.
At his answer, Felix's smile expanded in secret amusement. "It's going to be Halloween soon," she informed gently, sitting back and watching him in grand delight. "What're you going to be this year?"
"I don't like Halloween," Squee was quick to reply softly, his bone-crushing embrace on Shmee increasing a little bit more.
It saddened her to see his eyes had increased in size once more, just like their first encounter, no doubt inflicted by such grand fright. Her smile faded slight, but, nevertheless, there was still a semi-happy expression upon her pale face. "Why do you not like, Halloween?" she asked, thoroughly concerned. "Most kids love this holiday! You get to dress up, get candy and stuff from the kind neighbors and friendly people, the wonderful orange and black decorations—what's there not to like about it?"
"How do you know that some of them are in costume…?" Squee muttered neurotically, twitching in what was no doubt fright, holding Shmee before his face so only his freakishly wide eyes were visible. "What are in all of those bags they have? How do you know its candy!? How do you know the candy isn't poisoned? Huh!? Huh!?"
Felix blinked and sat back with her legs childishly outstretched before her, pondering his musing. "Ya actually got a point there, Squeegee…" she muttered, staring at the sidewalk paved before her. "You're right… maybe some kid is abusively being used to by keeping some sort of a poison to use on chick… ens, to…" She titled her head and glanced back to the little boy, whom was still incessantly huggling his teddy bear. Suddenly, she laughed. "Squee! You had me thinking there for a second! But, er… no, there's nothing bad in the bag, so, why be afraid of bags?"
"I can fit in those bags…" Squee whispered hoarsely, cringing back slightly.
That statement had her thinking again, just another path of thinking. "Why would you get into one of those bags, anyways?" she inquired finally, careful to keep her eyes on him while she retrieved Elanor back onto the surface of her lap.
"There are people who might want to find out if I fit into those bags…"
She tilted her head, and she chuckled slightly. "You don't like Halloween because so many things scare you?" she asked gently, absent-mindedly running her fingers through Elanor's dandelion-gray hair. When Squee offered a short nod to regard her question, she averted her gaze back down to the concrete. Suddenly, her smile grew back in place and she looked up quickly.
"I have an idea," she began, gently placing Elanor besides her cross-legged position. "How about you get your parents to go Trick-or-Treating with you on Halloween?"
"Mommy'll be too tired, and Daddy has lotsa work t' do," Squee mumbled, though his eyes size did decease slightly.
Then what if I take you trick-or-treating this year? I don't have any plans… come on, it might be fun and stuff, and evidently you don't either, and I'll make sure that nobody tries to shtuff ((A/N: Yes, it's meant to be spelt that way)) you in a trick-or-treat bag."
Squee's whole face slowly emerged over the peak of Shmee's head, his eyes watching her cautiously. Could he trust his neighbor Felix already? Sure, she was very kind and understanding and all, but still… she lived with the scary neighbor man, and anyone who lived with the scary neighbor man has to have something wrong with them, right? But, still, the scary neighbor man was nice to him, and so was this lady… what would it hurt?
His gaze went downcast and he buried the bottom half of his face into Shmee's head, but he nodded to signify his consent.
Felix, though she kept a small smile upon her face, was positively delighted. She leapt up in the air so suddenly that it caused him to habitually squeak ("squee" as Johnny informed her). She wheeled around on the heel of her foot, leg up in the air to sprint to the neighboring house excitedly, when she realized Elanor was not in her happy, clenched fist.
"Hmmm… Todd," she began again, lowering her leg slowly and crouching down once more to retrieve her puppet friend. When she saw Squee look to her to notify she possessed his attention, she continued. "would it be alright if Johnny came with us? He doesn't necessarily need a costume, and if for some reason I could not watch and attend to your side, we both know that he would protect you."
Squee's eyes enlarged once again, the right retina twitching occasionally. The scary neighbor man… with him… at night… no parents… to be his guardian… on… HALLOWEEN!?
"We both know that he wouldn't hurt you, Todd," Felix reminded him bluntly, tilting her head customarily. Though it was a reluctant action to admit it, he knew all to well that she was correct, and nodded slightly to display that he comprehended.
Felix's smile took its rightful place again upon her lips, now in danger of coming in contact with her tri-pierced earlobes. It frightened Squee slightly, but only because she harked the same face of a certain insane, homicidal maniac living next door who just so happened to live in the same household as her…
She ran her fingers through Elanor's blond hair again, and waved her other hand to Squee in farewell. "I'll see you later, Todd," she said, beginning to meander down the concrete pathway. "I just have to convince Johnny that it's a good idea."
Toddy's eyes expanded again as she said this, but she was much too far away now for her keen ears to catch the characteristic, inaudible "Squeeeeeeeee…" muffled via his little teddy bear's head pressed against his mouth.
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Darting down the hallway, she followed the typical screams from one of the lower chambers, half aware that Elanor was flowing liquid-like in the air behind her in time with the rhythm of her footsteps. The stairway, you ask? 'Twas yet another aspect of the household she had discovered when Johnny was on his seventeen-and-a-half hour long hike outdoors. She had gotten used to the cries coming from below her room, but her stomach had not toughened enough to handle some of the shit that Nny pulled on the assholes he captured. She can watch some of it without flinching now, but that had become unbelievably rare. Most of the time she covered her eyes anyways, especially if she had not eaten yet.
After locating the trapdoor she had discovered the other day, she had lowered her lanky form onto one of the steps and bounced down the rungs in search for the homicidal housemate.
Finally she found him—and was surprised to find the one who had been bellowing and shouting was Johnny himself. But, it was not in pain and agony and discomfort, but in what seemed to be rage and anger…
Anger in which he was pinning onto his unfortunate victim, who was sprawled uncomfortably on the floorboards with hooks caught into his wrist and one in his crotch, and each of his ankles were bailed down. A screw driver was lodged into his right ear, but, unfortunately, for the victim, he managed to cling onto life…
Oh, how deeply it sucked to be him.
Seeing such a horrifying sight, the room began to swim slightly, but, clutching onto the door frame allowed poor, scarred Felix to keep her flimsy stance. Jesus Christ, Johnny had quite an imagination… Felix kept her ground though, and just stood there, listening to Johnny's incessant rants and accusations and bitching.
"-AND WHAT THE FUCK IS THE POINT OF CRITISCIZING SOMEONE WHEN YOU'RE GOING TO BE A FUCKING HYPOCRITE ABOUT IT? WHY DO YOU DO THAT TO PEOPLE, CLAIMING THAT YOU ARE THE BEING WHO IS DILEBERATELY UNIQUE FROM EVERYONE ELSE, AND THERE IS ONLY ONE HUMAN ON THE FACE OF THIS FUCKING EARTH!? WHAT DO YOU SEE, MAN WHO IS SUPPOSEDLY TOWERING OER MY RANK, WHAT DO YOU SEE IN THIS WORLD AND WHAT MAKES YOU FEEL MORE SUPERIOR THAN THE REST OF U—"
"Ahem; Nny?"
Immediately, his ear-splitting screaming ceased, as he slowly craned his neck to stare at the girl whom he shared his household with. "Hullo, Felix," he said, grinning insanely. "I was having a little talk here, if you had not noticed. Would it be alright if you came later?" Already he was beginning to rotate around to fish out some new horrible painful weapon from his own doctor bag.
"Johnny, I have an idea for To- um, Squee," she asserted, dropping Elanor besides the bloodstained doorframe. At this statement, the maniac halted. "You do realize that Halloween is in about… oh say… twenty-five days, no?"
"Yes…" Johnny replied ever slowly, straightening his posture vaguely and bowed his head slightly, peering at the man who was too frightened and stunned to see a female step in, inexplicably unharmed and questioning his reaper about… Halloween?
"Well, I thought that maybe we can take him Trick-or-"
"No."
"Johnny!"
"Yes?"
"We have too! He's so frickin' scared of everything and that little teddy bear of his—"
"I don't like that bear…"
"I know ya don't, Johnny, Squeegee informed me about that, but… damn it, ay got me sidetracked! Damn it, LISTEN!"
Johnny arched a brow, but sighed in exasperation—(He's annoyed? She thought to herself unbelievably) – closed his eyes to signal that she had permission to continue her idea.
"We can take him trick-or-treating, Nny," Felix began again, lacing her fingers together and resting them upon her bosom. "It would be really good for him, and as I said before, he's so frightened of everything, and the closest thing he has to a best friend is a teddy bear bewitching his innocent little mind to suicide and homicide! No offense," she quickly added before she roused a reaction from her friend. "but, anyways, Johnny, he needs to go out—"
"I won't do it," Johnny said conclusively, crossing his arms. "Halloween is a holiday in which I prefer to avoid society and keep indoors… the children constantly ringing the damned doorbell, the sweet-smelling kids clinging to their fucking parents-"
"But Todd doesn't even have worthy enough parents to cling to, let alone take him out for a night to enjoy himself," Felix quickly interjected, halting Nny from continuing his Why-I-Detest-Halloween list.
Johnny slowly rotated his head back to regard her, and was surprised to find a pleading gleam in her russet-hued eyes. She really wanted to do this…
Pleased that the maniac ceased his objection, she continued, "Please, Johnny. This is a kid who has the worst parental guardians in the entire world… and he doesn't feel safe out there in the neighborhood, let alone on the front pavilion of the face of his household! Please Johnny? For the frightened, sad little boy next door?"
She had him cornered. He had to admit, he did burden a large quantity of concern for the little chap… and, the knowledge was practically tattooed in his brain that Squeegee's parents were simplistically assholes. They were no where near adapted to the whole caring for your child thing, he knew so well… Perhaps his feminine companion… maybe all little Squee needed was to go out, and live one evening where he need not be frightened to the core.
"Fine, fine," Johnny succumbed softly, shaking his head. Not only had he given in for the sake of his dear little friend Todd, but also to covert that sad, pleading gleam in Felix's eyes. He didn't like it… 'twas immensely vexing.
Felix couldn't help but release a delighted chuckle, as she quickly bent forward to obtain Elanor, took a step out the door—
"Felix?"
She stopped suddenly in her posture, and glanced behind her shoulder to regard her friend. Unfortunately, his voice was toneless and she was facing his back, crippling her ability to read the emotion upon his features. "Yes, Johnny?" she answered.
"We don't have to fetch and purchase his costume, do we?"
"Yuh-huh."
"Fuck.
"Sorry, Nny."
"It's alright, I suppose…"
"Well, I'll be—"
"Felix?"
She rotated around again to face him, a small smile chiseled in her pale face. "Hmmm?"
"Could you pass me the pliers? It's next to that roach cadaver that you almost stepped on… could you pass me that real quick?"
Felix almost squealed when he informed her almost trotting in cockroach remains, but stifled it for the sake of her sanity, and not for only that! She shuddered slightly, frightening methods of torturing someone with pliers racing through her head. Despite the unpleasant images, she complied, took a couple of steps back (eyes vigilant for the dead roach), careful to not plant the heel of her boot atop the crunchy shell of the dead bug that might appear into her sight range. She cringed at the sight of the dead bug finally, its insides now dry and hardened, with its small eyes slightly bulged out… half of the shell was still there, though a quarter of it was slowly being devoured by flocking gnats and maggots. ((A/N: Nyah ha… it's amazing how I can describe this right after eating my dinner, and not feel the least bit ill…)) Clutching Elanor tightly to her chest, she gave the pliers besides the bug corpse a light kick, sending it spinning across the floor, but then skidded to a halt after a harsh impact against Johnny's steel-toe boots. Felix tasted bile in the back of her throat when it dawned on her that when she had sent the pair of pliers across to Johnny, a tad bit of it had nicked the dead cockroach, light, thin lines of tan bug guts streaking across the floorboards.
"Thanks," Johnny expressed, bending over and swiping up the tool in his firm, skeletal grasp. She could not see it, but she knew on that canvas of a face that an insane, maniacal grin was painted there, the metaphoric paint brush slowly adding more and more detail to the corners as he advanced towards his victim. Once again, Johnny crossed his arms behind his back, and the horrified Felix observed the tool menacingly twirling in his hands.
"Dinner's at six," she whispered hoarsely, taking a small step backwards, the embrace of her puppet increasing dangerously. With that said, she wheeled around on the heel of her boot and waltzed as quickly (but politely) out of the chamber, half surprised, half relieved, altogether frightened. Her foot had just lifted from the landing of the staircase, when she could have sworn that she heard him:
"So; where was I again?"
Bile began rising again in her esophagus again, and her already mask-white face began paling even more, if it were at all possible. She chuckled nervously, swallowed, but then broke out into a run, dashing up the string of rungs as if she were attempting escape from Johnny himself. She did not wish to examine Johnny's ritual of torture upon that poor man, let alone have the onomatopoeia haunt her already terrifying nightmares.
Once she had reached the tip-top of the stairs, she flung herself forward into the normal corridor of the first level, shoulders shaking slightly. She had escaped insanity once again! ((A/N: (waves a little flag) Whooooooooo…))
Shuddering slightly, she shakily staggered to an awkward stance, nuzzling against the Elanor's head in protection. "What for dinner, what for dinner…?" she softly repeated to herself, nervously shuffling down the seemingly-eternal hallway.
Alright, there we go! Chapter seven has now officialy concluded! yet again, I'm soooo sorry,I honestly intended to update earlier. Ooh, and I have a PhotoBucket now, for all you people who have accounts on LiveJournal or like to roleplay on Proboards or something. Yea, I made a selection of avatars, and more are coming soon, and all of you are free to use them!
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