Hey, guys! Haha, I got a special little surprise for you people! Sorry but I couldn't keep my promise about publishing a new multichap sooner. However, I have a compromise. But we'll talk about that later.

Now, what better way to kick off the New Year than with a new multichip! Enjoy and please, it's a little long so bear with me. I started off today with 268 and ended up with 5,443 words. So please cut me some slack if it's bad.

Finn's P.O.V

"Lawrence Finnegan Whitman! Get in here, right now!" My mom shouted from the kitchen, and I immediately knew I wasn't going to get any peace and quiet anytime soon even though the entire walk how I'd been anticipating a little relaxation.

"Yeah, mom?"

"A C?! How can you be getting a C in Language Arts? I don't expect you to be getting the best grades in the school, Finn, but this is unacceptable."

"That's just the progress report. I still have half the nine-weeks left to get it up."

"You'd better." She slammed the laptop closed. "Because until you get it back to at least a B, your phone privileges are being revoked." She extended her hand in wait. "Hand it over."

I couldn't even explain the amount of frustration and confusion I had at that moment. "What? You can't be serious."

"Oh, I'm beyond serious."

"But, mom, I need to stay updated on everything. The other DHI's are depending on me to always be available. The only reason my grades are so low right now are because of how hectic everything is!"

"Which is exactly why you can't text them anymore. The less time you spend on all this nonsense, the more time you can spend studying. Now give it up." I reluctantly handed her the phone.

"You're being completely unfair, you know that?"

"You think this is unfair? Fine, how about your TV privileges? And you're grounded for a week."

"But-"

"No buts. Now get up to your room and start your homework. And I want to be able to actually see the floor by the time dinner's ready."

"Ugh! This is a bunch of crap!" I yelled, bounding up the stairs

"Finn, I will not tolerate cursing in this house!" But before she could even continue talking, I slammed my bedroom door closed.

I knew, with the temper she was in right now, my mom would ground me for the next year if I didn't do exactly what she told me to. So, I started my homework like she said and began to clean my room.

By the time I had gone down stairs for dinner, I had finished all my homework but math and was half through organizing my room. We were silent while we ate. It was the first time in a long time I had seen my mom so mad and I guess the whole family decided against getting on her bad side for the night.

My pest of a little sister kept sending me these glares, as if to say Thanks for putting her in a bad mood. She was just pissed off that when she came home she wasn't immediately showering with hugs and kisses and confetti. My parents treat her like she's an angel and they never even notice what a nuisance she is to me. In their eyes, she's not only a model daughter. She's a model student, a model citizen, and a model child.

Of course, my dad wasn't happy either with my grades or with the fact that I put my mom in such a mood. I think he hated me as a son and right now he was really expressing it. I swear, by the way he was looking at me, the only thing between him and beating the hell out of me was the table and a possible child abuse accusation.

I really screwed up since my mom was the only person in my family I could actually talk to. But I wasn't about to regret it. It wasn't my fault. She knows about the keepers and crossing over and the overtakers and she should understand how important it is.

After that half an hour of torture was over, I locked myself in my room, finishing up my earlier tasks. When I was done, I threw myself onto my bed, exhausted. The only thing that kept replaying in my head was the thoughts of tonight, wondering what would happen and if we were going to be attacked.

I don't know how I did it, but I must have fallen asleep in the middle of my worrying. All of a sudden, I found myself laying on a soft sheet of grass and woke up in Disney. Great, I thought to myself. I had forgotten to change into black. My jeans were fine, but my red shirt was sure to be spotted easily from far away.

"Hey!" I heard someone hiss from behind me.

Most people would have jumped out of their skin at the noise, but, being a Keeper, I always had to be alert for sounds and had been somewhat expecting it. I turned around. "Hey." I calmly, said back to Amanda, with a smirk.

"You're here early."

"You too."

"Ms. Nash sent me and Jess to bed without dinner. Apparently, Jeannie told her another lie about something or another and she was real pissed off at us."

"So, why isn't Jess here yet?"

"Last I remember, she was up drawing. Not a dream, just like a few sketches for her art class. Oh and next time remember to wear black." She took off her hoodie and handed it to me. All she was wearing underneath was a black tank top, which I really didn't mind. At all. "So, what's your excuse?"

"Mom was mad at me about my grades and I had to spend the entire night cleaning my room and doing homework. I was exhausted."

"Oh, you poor baby." She mock-pouted, stepping a little closer.

"Hey, you have no idea what I've had to do lately." I looped an arm around her waist and pulled her even closer to me. She was basically pressing me against the wall when she spoke again.

"Why don't I wake you up a little, then?" She whispered bewitchingly, leaning up.

"Okay, lips, tongues, and all other parts of the human body to yourselves, people."

Amanda straightaway jumped away from me. "Jess!"

"What? As far as we're concerned, what's in order at this moment is for us to organize ourselves and understand what's coming tonight, not a love fest generously provided by you and Finn." Willa smirked.

"Whatever." I couldn't help but grin as Amanda tried to glare straight through the two. "It might be a while before the others get here. So get comfortable."

This was somewhat true. It was a rather long fifteen minutes in the eyes of four impatient teenagers. But when we had all managed to get there, we went straight to business.

"So we know the overtakers are planning something. They've been a bit more active, sneaking into stores and stealing certain merchandise." I said.

"Maybe hats and disguises so they can go out even when the cast member that plays them is walking around." Charlene suggested.

"No, that can't be it. Most of the villains don't have walk-arounds, and they won't really care if they're seen. But they might be planning on going beyond the gates of the park. There they won't have their Disney character appearances to hide behind." Philby stated.

"We're all aware of the division in the ranks of the villains. Some are considered higher in power than others. Most of the time this has some kind of correlation with popularity." I said.

"Their jobs and tasks probably depend on their status in the hierarchy." Amanda added, catching on.

"Exactly. What we need to do tonight is find out what every different rank's tasks are. We'll be able to group it all together and figure out what they're planning."

"Yeah, that's a good idea." Willa agreed. "The guards are normally the less important ones or the ones with lower rank and power. But, they have to report to the others at one point or another. When they go to base, we'll know where the most important stay."

"Okay, then. Two groups. Group one: Willa, Jess, and Philby. You guys will keep watch on the guards. You know who they are. The CTD's, the pirates. If you see them go into what looks like a good O.T. headquarters, tell us so we can investigate. When we go in, continue to watch the guards. Maybe they'll help us figure out their tasks and plans."

They nodded and ran off.

"Now, what do we do while they look for guards?" Maybeck asked, almost complaining he was bored.

"We keep our eyes out, too." I told him. "Just keep quiet. The last thing we want to do is give away the fact that we're here. We're usually in groups or pairs, so we're not so much of a threat. But if they find out we're all here, they'll attack for sure."

We weren't on lookout long before Charlene, crouched in the bushes, waved us over.

"What's she doing here? Maleficent normally isn't out!" Amanda whispered.

"I don't know. Sh…be quiet so I can listen."

We were all dead silent, basically lying on our stomachs in the dirt trying to keep out of sight. "The Keepers are here, master. I've just been informed by the guards in sector 12." A pirate told her.

A wicked smile spread across her green face and my blood turned to ice. "All of them?"

The pirate nodded. "Yes, master."

"This is going to be enjoyable." She cackled. "Search for them. Tell all the guard to stop and find them. Once all seven are found, bring them back to me. Alive." She turned, her black cape flapping and called her crow over. After whispered something in its ear, it flew off. Her grin would make babies cry. Then she disappeared into the building behind her.

"Well, at least now we know where the headquarters are." I muttered, begrudgingly.

"Yeah, and we know that we're all dead in ten minutes if we don't get out of here. How'd they find out?" Charlene whispered frantically.

I tried to think. Sector 12? I hadn't even known they separated the park into sections. "The guards must have spotted the others."

"We have to find the fob and get out of here. Now." Amanda said.

"We have to warn the others first." I pulled out my walkie-talkie. I pressed the button and spoke into it. "Guys, they know we're here. Get out now."

At the first, there was no response, just static. Then a rushed Jess responded. "Yeah, we just saw a mob of pirates heading our way and now we're in a mad dash for Escher's Keep!"

"Come on, we have to meet them at Escher's Keep." I told my group. There was the sound of guns sounding in the distance. "Get up!"

I saw toy soldiers way off and waved the others to hurry up. We scurried, hopefully unseen, towards Cinderella's castle. I heard yelling from pirates and, by what they were saying, understood that the others had lost them. When we reached the castle, we pushed open the door of bricks and stepped inside.

"Oh, thank goodness you guys are alright!" Willa said quietly, with a sigh of relief.

"Yeah," I huffed, helping Maybeck push the door closed. "For now at least."

"Man," Charlene muttered, peeking through a tiny window in the wall. "There's a lot of them. I don't think they know we're in here but if we leave to look for the fob and they spot us, we'll be surrounded in two seconds."

"Great, so basically we're dead meat." Jess mumbled from the steps.

"What do we do?" Amanda asked. Everyone turned to look directly at me.

"What?" I asked, somewhat irritated. "You seriously want me to think of a plan?"

"Um, yeah." Charlene said.

"Are you kidding me? I'm so sick of this! I always have to think of a plan. Do you know how much pressure that is?"

"But you're our leader, Finn." Amanda argued. "You always know what to do."

"No! I don't. Every day, every night! It's always nagging at me in the back of my head. At school, at home, on the bus, everywhere! What's going to happen tonight? Are the OTK's going to attack? Is someone going to turn into a green-eyes again? Are things going to fall apart and all the weight put onto my shoulders to fix it?"

"We don't-"

"You don't what? You don't realize how much this worries me! I'm 24/7 thinking about what's going to happen to you guys! All this guilt when one of you gets hurt! All this stress when I don't know what to do! It's eating me alive!"

"It's because you care."

"No, you know what it is? It's this stupid DHI thing! And you know what else? I WISH I NEVER BECAME A KEEPER!"

There was so much hurt in their eyes, all six pairs staring back at me. A mix of browns, grey, and blues, some blurred by their tears.

"You don't mean that." Amanda said, tears threatening to fall over the rims of her eyes.

"And who's to say I don't?"

"But you…if you never became a Keeper, we never would have…met." Amanda was shaking. Tears streaked her face and her eyes blurred. I didn't respond. "You wish we never met?"

"Well…ugh." I felt like screaming but I know that'd just get the attention of the guards. But I didn't know what to say. Sometimes I really just flat-out hated being a DHI! She stared at me intently for an answer, her lower lip quivering.

But I didn't have time to give it a second thought.

I just turned on my heels and fled from the small room, leaving them to deal with their damn problems themselves for once. Think of their own fricking plan for once!

After a while, I was hurdling up the stairs of Escher's Keep, thankfully remembering all the right and wrong steps. The elevator up seemed lonely. The memory of the first time I had ridden it popped into mind, but I drove it away, too angry to think about it.

When I made it to the dark top room, I peeked out the window that overlooked the entire kingdom. I could see guards swerving left and right. They hadn't even come close to the castle, thank god.

I stepped away from the window and tried to catch my breath. It felt like I had been running for hours. My head was spinning.

Maybe Amanda was right. I didn't mean it. No! She was wrong. This job, this responsibility, this life was ripping me apart. I couldn't sleep at night, even on the days I didn't crossover.

My mom was being dragged into it too! She was sleeping less, I could tell from the bags under her eyes. She wasn't eating a lot, I could tell from the way her clothes were extremely baggy on her.

How could I continue with something that was hurting so many people? But, I couldn't help but think that the worst time I had ever hurt them was today, right now.

"What does that matter?" I mumbled to myself. "So what if for once they understand that I can't solve all their problems?"

"Oh, honey, you seem to have forgotten what friendship is really about." A voice came from the shadows.

"Who said that?" I called out into the darkness.

A chubby lady came out in a long blue robe with a pink bow. She had white hair and a friendly smile. I recognized her instantly. "Sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you." She laughed.

"You didn't frighten me. But, as a fairy god mother, you might want to consider a less ominous entrance"

"Well, someone's not in as good a mood as he normally is. You're usually happy to meet the good characters."

"Yeah, well, right now I ain't so thrilled."

"I can see that. I also saw how you treated your friends down there. Now that was a bit rude, wouldn't you say?"

"Are you kidding me? They're always taking advantage of me. They don't know how annoying it is that they always want a plan from me."

"You're their leader, Finn." She smiled, gesturing for me to sit down next to her. I obeyed. "And their friend. They expect you to always be there for them as they are for you. True they can be a little quick at asking you what to do, but that's because they trust you."

"I think it's just a hassle! Ever since I started crossing over, things have been out of control."

"Life's not about control. It's about making the best of what's given to you. Some things you just can't keep from happening. Other can be turned around with one small action."

"That's exactly what happened. Now my life is a mess!"

"You're so naïve, Finn. You have no idea how blessed you are. Things could be so much worse."

"Yeah, how?"

"Well, you tell me. What makes your life so horrid?"

I groaned. "For one thing, I don't get sleep or at least not enough. And ever since I got the job, my dad and I have grown apart. And my sister and I aren't as close. And now that everyone's life is in my hands, whenever something bad happens, I always feel awful."

"You know, Finn, that's not such a bad thing." She patted my knee. "Love towards others isn't something you should consider punishment."

"But it gets out of hand." I protested.

She frowned and rolled her eyes "Fine, if you're going to be so difficult, I'm going to show you. I will grant you one wish and we'll see just how you like it."

"I wish the overtakers didn't exist."

"Too late. You've already made your wish."

"What?" Without answering my question, she flicked her wand and disappeared. "What wish?"

For a moment, nothing happened. Then I felt like the world was growing foggy. I started couching, choking on the thick air. All of a sudden, a dizzying feeling washed over me. It was a feeling I remembered from when I first came to Disney world. It felt like…magic.

There was a flash. I was suddenly standing in room with a woman in a chair, bouncing a little baby and a man pacing the room. "What…what happened?" he asked.

"Her parents died last week. I knew her mother, she was a friend of mine. Please, can we take care of her?"

"Have you gone mad? Don't you understand that we have no saving, no money? I still can't find a job and you want to adopt a child?"

"I just-"

"I'm sorry. We just can't raise a child. Not now. We'll have to hand her over to an orphanage."

They continued to talk for a moment but I couldn't hear what they were staying. It was like a TV on mute. There was another flash and now I stood in a small bedroom. A little girl with brown hair was packing a bag with clothes and other essentials.

"I'm leaving this place." She mumbled to herself. "I need to find my parents. I know they're alive, I just know it."

It was dark and most people were probably asleep. She crept out the door and ran out of the building to the woods nearby.

Another flash and now I was a room with creaky floor boards and old furniture. Looking around, it seemed awfully familiar. A girl was sitting by the door in a chair but I couldn't see her face but her hair was the same color as the little girl's.

The door opened and another girl walked in. But it was dark in the house and I couldn't make out anything but the figure. "Where have you been?" The brown-haired girl in the chair piped up. "I was worried sick."

The other didn't answer. "Hello? Are you listening to me? Jess…" Then the other girl jerked forward and yanked the girl out of the chair and pinned her against the wall. After struggling, the brunette was turned around, and the other girl twisted her arm, pushing her to the ground.

"Not Jess. Jezebel!" Then the light illuminated the brunette's face.

"Amanda?" I gasped.

But before I could do anything, there was another flash and I was in a hospital room. A woman sat in the bed, smiling at a little baby. She started talking to her husband. "He's adorable." She smiled.

"He is. And probably smart, too." They both had strong British accents. "I'm going to teach him everything I know."

Another flash and I was in a child's room with toys all neatly placed in a cubby, looking almost unused. "But I don't want to." A little red-headed boy whined.

"Until you can tell me all the temperatures for mild, moderate, and sever hypothermia, you can't play with any toys. Or watch the telly."

The boy sighed and began to recite the temperature. When he was done, the man, unsatisfied, shook his head. He recited them differently now and his father smiled, nodding and handed him the toys.

Another flash. "But, Dad, I don't want to become a doctor!"

"Your great grandfather was a doctor in the army. Your grandfather was a doctor and I am a doctor. You'll be the next generation, Dell."

"Don't call me that, Dad! I keep telling you to call me Philby. And I don't want to be a doctor, for the thousandth time! I want to work in technology."

I had to take a double-take. That was definitely Philby! But he was like twelve years old.

"Fairy godmother!" I shouted. But nobody answered. Another flash. Now I was in front of large building. An orphanage according to the inscription in the front. A woman hurried past in the rain, up the steps. She placed a basket on the floor. For a moment, she hesitated, but then knocked and ran away.

I watched her pull out a phone and call someone. "I did it, okay? I gave her away." She cried. "With her parents gone, she could use someone to love her. Just for a little while. We didn't have to shove her into an orphanage so quickly."

Back at the orphanage, a woman hand opened the door and found the baby. She picked her up, cradled her in her arms with a smile, before noticing the rain and rushing inside.

Another flash. I was in a large cafeteria with tables of wood and paint peeling off the walls.

"Psh," a little six year old girl scoffed at another, with pale skin and almost translucent blond hair. "My power is so much cooler." She taunted. "I can start a fire with my mind. Watch." She stared at a cloth draped over the table and it soon caught fire out of nowhere.

A woman came over and scolded her. "Fairlies can't use their powers willy-nilly like that. You need to learn self-control."

Fairlies? This is Jess! It has to be! "Fairy godmother!" I yelled. "What is this!?"

"Hey." The small brunette from before, nudged Jess. "I think that's a pretty cool power." The blonde smiled.

Another flash. Ugh! Quit it with the flashes! "You will be my slave, my minion, my apprentice. I will teach you all I know, but you must only obey me." That was Maleficent's voice, no doubt.

"Yes, master." I watched as Jess's blonde hair turned black, and her grey eyes turned to a dark color. "I promise to only listen to you."

"Good." The evil fairy came out, green smile bigger than ever.

No flash this time, but I was in another scene none the less. I still didn't quite understand what was going on.

"Come on, baby girl. Stand up for mommy." The blonde said to the child. She held onto the baby's hand and lifted her to her feet.

As soon as she let go however, she fell straight down again. "Well, we have time to work on that, don't we? Yes, you'll be perfect." The mother smiled. "Without a single flaw. I promise."

Now I was in a large gymnasium. "Again! Do it again! I want perfection!"

Charlene, around ten years old now, ran across the gym. Her outfit was red and blue with rhinestones and shimmers. She was smiling immensely. Then she stopped at the end, turned and took in a deep breath. Suddenly, she sprinted, doing a cartwheel, summersault, and other gymnastic moves I didn't know the name of.

I applauded her, though I knew she couldn't hear me. "Was that okay, mommy?" She smiled widely at her mom. Her gaze was begging for approval.

"No! Now do it again!"

I was now sitting on a bed. It was soft and comfy. But it was sure as heck a teenage girl's room. Charlene marched in angrily. Her mom followed.

"You can't keep eating like that, Charlene!" Her mother scolded. "Do you want to get fat?"

"No, mom! Of course I don't. I just don't see the harm in just a little snack."

"If you eat a little snack every day, it'll start adding up. And adding up! You'll gain weight!"

"Okay!" Charlene screamed. "I'm sorry! My gosh! I didn't realize how horrible it was!"

"You can be on a diet. I'll help you. My coach showed me a lot of diet tips when I was your age."

Charlene groaned. "Mom, I don't see what the big deal is."

"You have to be skinny. And with your eating habits, that'll never happen."

Now I was in a living room. A woman, holding her baby close to her, sat next to her husband. Two boys sat nearby. "Can I hold her, mom." One asked. He looked around ten. Meanwhile, the other looked about four.

"Of course you can, sweetheart. Come here. But be very careful." She gently placed the baby in the boy's arms.

"This is going to be lots of fun. A little sister we can tease and taunt and play pranks on." He told his brother. The other laughed.

"Oh, stop it, you two!" Their father laughed. "You'd better promise to be nice to your sister."

Their mom rolled her eyes when the two just laughed mischievously.

Suddenly, I found myself in the middle of the road. In front of me was something I'd only expect to see in a movie or CSI episode. It was a horrific car crash. There was blood on the ground and a twenty-something year old being tested for drinking. An ambulance was parked nearby. There was shouting from inside and I walked over to see what was happening.

"Sir! Sir, stay with me!" A woman yelled, performing CPR on the man.

A little girl, about six years old, looked up, teary-eyed at her two older brothers. "Is daddy going to be okay?"

The eldest picked her up. "I don't know." He was crying. So was the other boy.

"I don't think he's breathing!" The lady screamed.

The little girl started screaming. "Daddy! Daddy!" Over and over again.

"Wills." I choked.

Next thing I know, I was on the sidewalk along a row of houses. In front of me, Willa was being followed by a small gang of girls.

"Hey, freak!" One shouted at her, laughing.

"Leave me alone!" The thirteen year old girl yelled back.

"Oh, please. Don't act like you don't enjoy this. This is the only time anyone in school talks to you. You're too much of a loser for people to even like."

"Shut up!" She screamed, slamming the front door to her house. "Mom? Mark?" No one answered. She ran upstairs and checked all the rooms. When she didn't find anyone, she was near tears. "Why aren't you ever here!?"

The African American woman pulled her baby back towards her as he tried to shuffle across the carpet. "He's so energetic. I can't imagine how much of a hassle he's going to be growing up." She laughed.

"You look a little scared, honey." Her husband came and sat beside her, putting an arm around her.

"I just don't know if I'll be any good at raising a child."

"Nonsense, you'll be amazing." He kissed her. Meanwhile, the baby was crawling away again.

Then, I didn't know where I was. The entire room was dark, pitch black. I couldn't see a single thing. Abruptly, I could see a small glow, a little red light. It grew quickly and I jumped back at the realization. It was a fire!

It kept growing and growing until it engulfed me. Then I opened my eyes and was standing in an rather empty room. There were a few shelves with pot and clay on them but not a lot. The front door opened and in came Aunt Jelly, followed by a little Maybeck.

"You're going to be staying with me now." Aunt Jelly smiled. "Think of it like your visits to my house but permanent. He laughed.

"Okay, I need to go upstairs real quick to get something. Now stay still while I'm gone." She left for a moment. While she was upstairs, she heard a loud clatter and rushed down to see what happened. "Oh, Terrence." She sighed.

The six year old was surrounded by broken clay pottery and bottle of paint were dripping all over the place. He smiled sheepishly up at her.

"Terrence Maybeck! Get down here!" I watched as Maybeck came cautiously down the steps. I could tell by the look on the thirteen-year-old's face that he was pulled away from something her was highly focused on.

He then entered Crazy Glaze. By now it was a real store, with shelving and pot and paints and everything it is today.

"Yeah, Aunt Jelly?" He asked, taking a seat on one of the stools in the closed shop.

"Your teacher, Ms. Rachels, just called. She said that you've been extremely disruptive and that you've been skipping homework assignments."

"That's not true. She has it out for me or something. I just talk a few times in her class and miss a couple of assignments."

"Terrence!"

"I'm not disruptive, I swear. Trust me, there are kids in that class that are so much more talkative than me."

"That's beyond the point. If I get another call, you're grounded for the next month."

"Fine. I'll do better. I promise."

Now there was another flash. When I looked around, it took me a while to acknowledge where I was. I was in the waiting room for the Disney Host Interactive job. This was the room I had stayed in before they told me I got the gig and introduced me to the others.

"Wasn't that a lovely ride through memory lane?" Fairy godmother asked from next to me.

"What's going on?"

"You made a wish. I'm making it come true."

"What wish?! I never made a wish! And what was that?"

"Those were your friends. Their memories, their past lives." She replied. Then she pointed to the doors that led to the recording room. "Right through those doors, their lives hit split in the road."

"But-" It was too late, she was already gone.

Someone walked through the doors and looked at me. "Finn Whitman?"

I nodded. They gestured for me to enter so I got up from the chair and walked in. I sat down next to the others. "Welcome. We've brought you all in here today to announce that we have chosen you five children to be our DHI's. Congratulations: Isabella Angelo, Donnie Maybeck, Dell Philby, Charlene Turner, and…"

"Finn Whitman!" I groaned, pulling the pillow over my head. "Get up. You're going to be late for school!"

I turned and looked at the clock on my bedside table. "I still have like ten minutes."

"Fine, but you'd better not be late." She walked to the door. "Breakfast is ready if you're going to come down with time."

She seemed in a way better mood than yesterday. I wondered what happened. Never in my life had I ever seen her get over something this quickly. I got dressed and, suspicious about her mood, made my way downstairs.

"Mom," I sat at the counter as she fried some pancakes. "I'm sorry about last night. I didn't really mean what I said."

"I know you didn't mean it. But that doesn't mean I'm just about to forgive you."

"Can you please uplift my punishment? I'm sorry. I was only upset because of the whole DHI thing."

"Finn, I keep telling you, you have to get over that. Just because you didn't get the job doesn't mean you have to be so upset about it."

"Didn't get that job? What are you talking about?" Then I heard the bus. "Never mind. Gotta go. See you later, mom."

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