The silence that filled the room was deafening. The seriousness that enveloped the room had also taken over the features of everyone present. The profound meaning of what I had said must have hit a cord within the vampires in the room due to the fact that it was the only lead we had.

Out of all the things I said prior to this, this was piece of information was far more essential in terms of creating a strategy that could be built on during these following weeks. Although this was one date in particular, that no longer held any importance to my father because it was something worth forgetting.

He wanted to leave behind everything that happened on that day; when he was chased away from his tranquil solitude by the villagers leading to his exile and when he departed he gave into the instincts he had been suppressing for many years thus the existence of Count Dracula was born.

Finally through the thick, almost suffocating silence the vampires spoke.

"You're Father's exile." Aro began.

"And creation." Caius finished.

"I can see how that date is significant, he wishes for it to end on the day it all started." Marcus briefed.

I could hear someone sighing loudly and turned towards the source of the sound, feeling somewhat relieved that things were slowly returning to normal or as normal it could get considering the situation.

"This is some pretty intense shit, but just as long as I can kick some ass I am all for it." Emmett quipped, resting his hands above his head.

"Emmett, watch your language this isn't a game." Esme scolded while Rosalie hit him upside the head.

"Babe, you need serious counseling for your violent tendencies." He grumbled while rubbing his head.

"Emmett, just you wait until we get home." The Ice Queen threatened murderously.

"Awww, babe I thought the 'no-sex' ban was lifted already!" Emmett whined and my eyes grew wide.

"Emmett!" The entire Cullen Clan shouted at the childish Cullen's antics.

"I apologize for my son's behaviour Aro." Carlisle bowed his head in atonement.

Aro just waved his hand, dismissing the matter far more entertained than anything else.

"Do all of you Cullen boys think with your dic-" Sam had begun to say.

"Don't you dare group me with him." Edward warned dangerously interrupting Sam.

"We are not all like Emmett who only thinks about sex twenty four hours a day, seven days a week." Jasper added.

"Don't act like you don't do it either, Jasper." Emmett mused while looking at his brother.

Jasper returned his look with a deadly glare.

"What I do with my mate behind closed doors is none of your concern." He spat.

"Don't need to get all touchy about it Jas." Emmett replied with a smile on his face which only further enraged Jasper.

"Can you stop acting like a child Emmett." Edward huffed in annoyance.

"Ha! You're such a prude Edward. We all know your still a virgin." He bellowed.

"You little ba-" Edward began as he advanced towards Emmett in a deadly manner.

"I thought I taught you boys better than this. We are discussing a serious matter and it is no time for your childish banter." Esme snapped at her sons.

Sam chuckled quietly to himself in the background.

"And you." Esme swiveled towards him.

"Stop taunting them. You are here to help us not join in on their foolishness." She chided sternly.

He blinked and looked at her in surprise then annoyance quickly took over his features.

"Listen lady, I decided to help you but don't blame me for the way your 'sons' choose to act." He replied irascibly while making air quotes with his hands. "Clearly they've learned it from somewhere else."

"You have no right to talk to Esme like that, mutt." Alice growled.

"Wanna go pixie sticks." He taunted, preparing to fight.

Snarls and growls erupted from both parties, except for Carlisle and Esme who watched the madness unfold before them helplessly. Taking a deep breath, I moved swiftly and got in the middle of them. I raised both of my hands until my palm faintly touched Sam's growling chest and the other was raised towards the direction of the Cullens'. Neither of them had noticed I was there.

Taking advantage of their obliviousness, I pushed them back. I used force to push Sam but I manipulated the air that surrounded me to create a gust of wind to push back the Cullen children in the opposite direction.

"As disgustingly entertaining your argument is, I think you all need to start thinking with your heads and put an end to this childish bullshit." I snapped.

Sam and the Cullen's looked dazed from their positions on the floor even Alice couldn't have predicted what I would have done, of course the boys of the Cullen Clan hovered over their mates protectively as they detected a threat. Sam just looked confused and couldn't make sense of what happened.

Slowly they all stood up and stared at me.

"Have you all decided to grow up a little?" I questioned with a lifted eyebrow.

They blinked at me as if trying to refocus their vision.

Had I used too much power? Looking at the spots where both parties had been pushed, I could see indentations on the marble floor where they had been thrown.

Maybe I had.

"What the hell Bells?" Emmett hissed, rubbing his shoulder.

My ears twitched upon hearing that ridiculous nickname again.

"What did you just call me?" I asked slowly as my eyes narrowed in on his standing figure, challenging him to repeat it once more.

Having not realized this grave error he continued on.

"I said; what the hell Bells?" This time it was spoken louder.

One moment I was still standing in the middle of them and then in the next, I appeared in front of Emmett's tall form. All the vampires in the room seemed to understand Emmett's mistake except for Emmett himself and Sam stood indifferently, he was far more occupied with massaging his aching muscles where they had taken most of the blunt force from the push.

"Ah Emmett, maybe you should take that back." Alice warned, her eyes seemingly glazed over as if in a vision.

He turned to look at her in confusion and cocked his head.

"What do you see Alice?" He wondered while staring at her.

My hands had tightened into tight fists and my head was hung low, the air around me began to stir dangerously.

"Oi! Alice!" He waved his hands in front of her frozen figure.

Jasper batted his hands away and scolded him.

"Does it have to do with Bells?" He wondered aloud.

At the sound of that absurd nickname, my fist grew tighter and my nails dug deeply into my palms.

"Emmett, I think you should really turn around." Edward suggested, emphasizing the word while trying to hide a smile.

I could feel a stinging in my eyes at Edward's reaction. I saw nothing funny about this and if it continued on he would be my next target.

I could sense Emmett turning around as he peered at me.

"What's wrong Bells?" His giant hand had found its way onto my head and had begun to pat it.

"Do you feel sick? Was it something I said?" The patting had evolved into rubbing and he was messing up my hair.

That was the last straw and the air that surrounded me spiked into a thick, ominous entity that engulfed the entire space. My head slowly rose up to look at him and I could tell they glowed a frightening silver. I could sense more stinging coming from my optical organs but I ignored it far too angry to even care.

"Wooh, calm down there Bells." He spoke nervously, raising his arms cautiously.

In that instant, Emmett had committed two very grave faults.

1) He had made a mess of my well combed hair.

2) He had used that tasteless nickname for the fifth time.

So you could see why I was a little upset.

"My name is not Bells. It's Isabella you DUNCE!" My tone had started off quiet but ended in a scream as I insulted him.

The power that was suddenly unleashed as a result of my outburst threw him back and he went through multiple sets of walls as he was thrown further and further away from the throne room. I seethed and spat as the power only grew larger and denser. Everyone had backed away and had moved closer to the platform, the guards stood protectively over the kings and the males protected their mates. Sam had moved closer to Carlisle and Esme as he watched the scene unfold before him with wide eyes.

"Damn." I heard him say as he whistled in shock.

"Someone of my lineage won't get sick either!" I shouted in addition to my insult.

I took in deep breaths, calming down and returned the power I had unleashed on Emmett. It started to fade until the atmosphere in the room returned to normal. I started to fix my hair which Emmett had messed up, looking at my palms the blood had dried up and my hands were healed.

"The nerve of that prick." I seethed to myself, knowing full well everyone could hear.

Then a thought popped into my head. I snapped my head in the direction of the vampires and shifter, they flinched-excluding Aro.

"That goes for he rest of you. Don't butcher my name by giving me shortened versions of it." My tone emitted death if this rule was to ever be broken again. I could see the lower ranking guards cowering away.

"Isabella, I think you made your point. Please stop frightening everyone." Aro requested happily while a smile formed on his lips.

My eyes twitched in aggravation. Only Aro would be unfazed by such events.

"That rule applies to you as well." I threatened lowly.

His features morphed into a smirk and he crossed his legs.

"Oh, really?" His tone was challenging.

The only thing I was able to catch with my eyes was the motion of him standing up but I did not anticipate for him to appear in front of me. Startled I tried to move back but his hand suddenly shot out and he grabbed my arm. He dragged me closer to him until we were looking into each others eyes. Aro had a disturbed look on his face which quickly vanished and returned to its dangerous smugness.

"Unhand me Aro." I whispered, my voice losing the edge it just had the minute he made contact with my skin.

I stiffened as he leaned in closer until he was mere inches away from gently grazing my nose.

"I feel like you sometimes forget who it is your talking to." He expressed discerningly.

"Oh? And who is it I am talking to?" My head was cocked, preparing to play Aro's little game.

His eyes flashed with an unknown emotion which is what first alerted me that something unexpected would happen.

He closed the small distance which separated us and at first it appeared that he was coming in for a kiss but just as quickly a flash of pink darted from his lips and I realized he was licking the contours of my own. My body had solidified not able to follow my demands to stop him.

He traced them slowly, almost in a teasing fashion when my lips had begun to part ready to yell at him, he moved his torturous tongue to the sides of my cheeks. They left a trail of fiery sensations and my body shivered unacquainted to this new feeling.

"Does it still apply to me now?" He asked mockingly.

"Y-yes." I stuttered not able to focus with his tongue grazing my cheeks.

"Ahem." Someone had cleared their throat in an attempt to get our attention, which only worked for a fraction of a second.

"As much as we all want to see you guys suck face, shouldn't we be focusing on the task at hand. I didn't fly all the way to Italy with leeches just to see a little watered down porno. I could have done that at home." The tone was sarcastic and I knew immediately that it belonged to the shifter. (This sounds completely opposite from what Sam would normally say and more along the lines of Paul but I thought it would be funny to write :P)

My gaze shifted from behind Aro's imposing figure to stare at the wolf, who had crossed his arms and had a grimace on his face. Aro however was not bothered by being intimate with others around and continued his assault on my face. My body had jolted back into action and I fought against Aro's hold. He sighed in indignation and let go.

His back was suddenly turned to me as he stared down Sam. I received a very dark vibe protruding from Aro and unconsciously began to move away, sensing the danger that lurked. His hand darted for my own in that same instant and kept me in place. He growled possessively and I stayed put, understanding the message.

"You have some nerve cane bastardo." His tone was no longer its usual cheery timbre and I knew that this was one of the rare instances in which Aro's anger surfaced..

"But because of the circumstances, I will let you off. This time." His tone changed with lightening speed. It was hard to believe that he had even been angry at all. Although there were still traces of a threat hidden within his speech.

"Now, dear friends who have gathered here today. Let us end the meeting at that for now. We will continue preparations tomorrow and assign tasks for the battle in Transylvania in a month's time." Aro had clasped his hands together and the sound reverberated throughout the massive room. Everyone's attention was glued on him even Sam.

"Shifter, we will have someone escort you to your chambers and as for the Cullen's we have rooms prepared for you." His eyes lingered on the Cullen's and their guest.

"Thank you for your hospitality Aro." Carlisle inclined in a gracious manner.

Aro waved his hand dismissively and gestured towards the twin guards.

"Alec, Jane. Please bring our guest to their rooms." He ordered.

They bowed simultaneously as a sign of respect.

"Yes master." They answered as one and began to lead them out of the throne room.

"As for everyone else, please return to your quarters at once and meet in the throne room first thing in the morning." He then turned his attention to the two men sitting on their respective thrones. "My dear brothers before you depart, may I have a word?"

The guards bowed at their masters and disappeared. Athenodora understood that whatever it was the brothers wished to discuss did not include her so she quietly took her leave but gave me a small smile as she departed. The four of us remained and Aro took the liberty to return to his own throne. Not wanting to intrude on a private moment, I took the time to stare at the wonderful artistry that covered the entire room.

No matter how many times I entered this space I found myself feeling very impressed with the level of artistic talent that was displayed through the work of the artists who had created such wonderful master pieces. Although I was far more curious to know how Aro had obtained such rarities but then I found it best if I did not know of certain things, such knowledge came at a high price.

My attention was first drawn to the ceiling. The entire thing had appeared to have been painted in the Italian Renaissance era but I could not seem to pinpoint the artist behind the piece but I had a few speculations. My first guess was Giotto di Bondone because of how dated the painting appeared to be, possibly created sometime during 1280 BC and also because of the amount of realism that was used to enhance the models expressions. However my second guess was Cenni di Peppi who had been the first to introduce the technique of realism into his work, yet he specialized in mosaics and this painting did not fit under that criteria or his painting style.

This was not the only fascinating piece in Aro's large art collection, there were multiple sculptures glistening in their positions on the marble pillars they were placed on. The sculptures didn't seem to have been touched since the day they were placed on their display pillars but they were given a thorough daily cleaning as a result of both Aro and Caius' compulsivity when it came to the immaculateness of their art relics-according to Marcus.

Even the architecture of the room was designed in various patterns, the thrones themselves did not appear to be of this time. In fact all of Aro's pieces were probably made way before I was even born. Thinking about Aro's true age frightened me but as humans of this time say, 'some things are better left unsaid' a perfect expression to describe my situation.

Amidst my wonderings, I noticed that the room had been eerily quiet for awhile.

Curiously, I turned my attention to Aro who stared back at me in amusement. Caius and Marcus had slight smirks on their faces that they tried to keep hidden.

I cocked my head to the side feeling confused, hadn't Aro wanted to speak to them?

Understanding my confusion Aro spoke with a wide grin.

"Have you finished admiring the art work?"

Furrowing my brows, I nodded my head slowly.

"Why haven't any of you spoken?" I asked aloud, voicing my previous thoughts.

"When I said I wished to discuss something with my brothers, I thought you were under the assumption that it was meant for their ears alone." Aro explained.

My mouth formed a small 'o' in realization of my stupidity.

As I exited through the large double doors after excusing myself, I had a faint suspicion that I was forgetting something, that we all had. Even with the distant movement of rubble and loud groans echoing through the castle walls I could not bring myself to care or to investigate the origins of the familiar sounds.

For possibly the second time in my unchanging vampire existence I fell back on the unused bed in my chambers. My emotions were on a turbulent high and it was difficult to shift through them all. Through all of my many sentiments, some known other less so I worried immensely for the safety of my parents, my kind and even the absentee Celestina. I knew that they could easily take care of themselves but I could not shake off the feeling that whoever was behind these series of attacks was not an enemy that could be easily disposed of.

A faint throb began to ache in the muscles in my head and I understood that it was best not to overthink such things before I gave myself an unwanted feeling of a nagging pain. I turned my head to face the windows, the light of the moon was still as bright as it was before I left the room. Even though it was still dark outside, I felt the need to close my eyes for a brief second. I lay very still, I did not dream but witnessed the absence of light through my eyelids.

I remained like this for a few minutes until my eyes snapped open in sudden pain. I sat up with a start and clenched my teeth together, my fangs piercing my bottom lip drawing blood. I stood up drunkenly while squeezing my eyes firmly shut to avoid any further pain. Swaying to the bathroom, I struggled to stand upright or to even process what it was I kept bumping into.

I used the walls for support as I continued on the arduous journey of locating the bathroom by touch. The rest of my senses had been dulled due to the scorching agony that override them. I refrained from crying out from the stinging in my eyes not wanting to bring attention to myself or alert Aro.

Finally reaching my destination, I flipped on the light switch but hissed in pain realizing that the light only made it worse. I shut it off immediately and stumbled towards the large mirror. Slowly and with great care I re-opened my eyes only to back away in utter shock.

My reflection gazed back at me, mimicking my expression and movements. My dark chestnut hair cascaded down my shoulders to my lower back as it normally would and my snow white complexion glowed from the casted incandescent light of the moon that was shone through an open window. Nothing was amiss with my body, it was my face that shocked and worried me. My plump red lips covered my fangs that now rested on the bottom and lower part of my lips and as I stared intently at my features, I easily detected the abnormality.

My eyes.

Their normal honey brown that was gilded with the faintest specs of aurelian no longer shone as brightly as they usually did.

Instead I was confronted with something much different. Something that had been bothering me since I had gone hunting, almost making it seem like I was a different being entirely.

As the light of the moon glowed brighter, the light in my eyes that had recently been relit because of my encounter with Aro were beginning to dim and I was staring at a monster I thought had been satiated long ago.

One with sharp features, a pernicious smile and cimmerian eyes that had the frightening ability to swallow anything and everything that stood in its destructive path.

It was the pure blood that resided within me and it was going to swallow me whole.

ABSOLUTELY POSITIVELY WITHOUT A DOUBT THE MOST IMPORTANT AUTHOR'S NOTE EVER!

*Questions you may have in regards to my absence will be answered here, along with any other questions you may have.*

I apologize for the long wait, my devoted DOCC readers and I will promise to try and make quicker updates for the next chapters that I will post. The reason for my absence during these past months and partially August is because I was finishing up summatives for school and studying for exams and the other portion of my summer was spent preparing for my trip that I will be leaving very soon for.

I will be gone for the remainder of August and a bit of September as well, so during my time away on vacation I will not be able to post any new chapters for DOCC. That is why-fret not dear readers, I will try and post at least two chapters before I depart (if I can). This will leave you guys with something to read during the remainder of your summer.

I do feel super terrible for not being very frequent with updates like I should be but I try. I usually attempt to make it up to you guys by either making a super long chapter or posting more chapters in a short period of time. I hope you will accept my apology by reading and reviewing the chapters (that will soon be posted I hope) as a token of my gratitude for sticking by me and this story for as long as you have.

I am also in the process of re-editing all of my chapters. After reading all of them, I noticed a lot of things I wanted to change and make clearer because my writing has improved tremendously since I first started writing DOCC. The date/time that a chapter has been fully edited will be posted at the end of the last line of each chapter.

I have also speculated on making a sequel to this story (which I probably shouldn't be telling you guys seeing as it is just a tad bit early to even consider one). My mind will only be made up when DOCC gets more reviews and its popularity grows. Tell me what you think in your reviews :)

Translation of the day:

Cane bastardo (said by Aro to Sam in Italian)- Mongrel, pooch, bastard dog.

History lesson of the day: (You can skip this section if you are uninterested but please continue further down for the TwQn + excerpt)

Giotto di Bondone: Born on January 8, 1297 also better known as Giotto, was an Italian painter and architect from Florence. He is considered the first in a line of great artists who contributed to the Italian Renaissance period.

Giotto's contemporary Giovanni Villani wrote; "the most sovereign master of painting in his time, who drew all his figures and their postures according to nature. And he was given a salary by the commune [of Florence] in virtue of his talent and excellence."

The 16th century biographer Giorgio Vasari stated; "He made a decisive break with the ...Byzantine style, and brought to life the great art of painting as we know it today, introducing the technique of drawing accurately from life, which had been neglected for more than two hundred years."

Giotto's masterwork is the decoration of the Scrovegni Chapel in Padua, commonly called the Arena Chapel, completed around 1305. This fresco cycle depicts the life of the Virgin and the life of Christ. It is regarded as one of the supreme masterpieces of the Early Renaissance. Giotto died in the year 1337.

Cenni di Peppi (or Pepo)/ Giovanni Cimabue: He is also known as Bencivieni di Pepo or in modern Italian, Benvenuto di Giuseppe, was an Italian gothic painter and creator of mosaics from Florence. Cimabue (nickname) was born in Circa in the year 1251 much earlier than Giotto.

Cimabue is generally regarded as the last great Italian painter working in the Byzantine tradition. The art of this period comprised of scenes and forms that appeared relatively flat and highly stylized. Cimabue was a pioneer in the move towards naturalism because his figures were depicted with more life-like proportions and shading. Cimabue died in the year 1302 in Pisa, Tuscany, Italy.

Now that the boring stuff is out of the way, let us move on to the usual TwQn:

I forgot to give you guys a question last time I updated (whoopsie!) so I will just start off with a brand new semi difficult question;

"In the book/movie Twilight, who was the first to bat when the Cullen Clan played baseball during the thunderstorm?"

a) Alice

b) Jasper

c) Emmett

d) Rosalie

e) Edward

f) Carlisle

I am switching it up a bit by giving you guys an array of choices, this is multiple choice so you just simply have to pick the letter or name that you think is correct. Please tell me if you guys prefer the multiple choice (this one) or the no multiple choice type TwQn (which would be the usual one).

As usual, you guys did amazingly well on the last TwQn, therefore a long (possibly) awaited excerpt is in order. Enjoy!

"What do you think brothers?" My hands were presently resting on the armrests of my throne.

"You want our input?" Caius wondered surprisingly while lifting a delicate white brow in my direction.

Marcus just snorted softly trying not to show his interest in why I wished them to voice their own thoughts on the matter.

"Why do you care what we think? Just do whatever you wish as always." Caius responded, bristling dismissively.

Ignoring Caius' unwanted commentary in which I would have usually rebuked with cheerful ease, I began to think of much more important things that I wanted their help with.

"I am not in the mood right now, Caius." I warned dangerously, knowing that using a strict tone on my brother was the only way to reign him in without initiating an outburst. As much as my white haired brother may deny this fact, he and Isabella were similar in terms of both being very short tempered.

If either of their pride or name was being tarnished they would not be silenced and hunt down those who chose to mock them. I found it quite comical.

In response to my tone, he simply rested his elbow on the armrest of his throne and used the back of his hand to support his chin. His eyes were focused and any hint of hostility was lost but a scowl still formed on his features. This was his way of showing that he was being attentive and that he would try to remain open minded but no promises would be made.

"Firstly, in regards to tomorrow's meeting I believe we should assign the tasks before hand. I do not want any arguments to ensue of who should do what." I spoke when I had the attention of both Caius and Marcus.

"That sounds simple enough, but is that the real reason you wanted us to stay behind." Caius deadpanned in his usual unwelcoming frigid tone.

Marcus raised his hand as a sign of peace.

"Let us listen to what he has to say before we judge him so harshly, brother." His voice took on its monotonous timbre but I felt that their was something different about it.

Before when Marcus spoke, I would overlook anything he said out of pure disinterest but this time my attention was not diverted from the words he spoke but instead I found myself almost intrigued as to what he had to say. I mentally smiled at myself, seeing as how my plan had worked. The purpose of the battle between Sulpicia and Isabella was not entirely for the reason I had given in the throne room not too long ago.

This was an opportunity to get Marcus to open up to someone and as much as it pained me to do so, I allowed him to get near Isabella while I trained my vixen of an ex-wife. Out of everyone, I understood that Isabella could relate to Marcus the most seeing as how they both suffered from tragic losses. It was my duty as the leader of the Volturi, that its members remained loyal and that they were not to be distracted by other unimportant matters.

Marcus had grieved for far too long and during his long mourning period the Covens began to become dubious of the Volturi's power because of the loss of Didyme and Marcus-who took a place by my side as one of the co-leaders, unstable mental state. I even went as far as using Chelsea's ability to keep him with the Volturi when he wished to end his life and join my sister. This was something I could no longer tolerate not to mention the fact that I had to stay with a very forlorn and moody Marcus for many years. I needed not only Marcus' ability but his support as well, his tranquil demeanor and analytical thinking was essential to contrast Caius' brash and violent methods.

"I believe that Jasper should be in charge of the training of the guards and the remaining clans that will be arriving." Caius notioned.

Breaking away from my thoughts, I nodded my head in agreement along with Marcus who had decided to participate in the discussion for once.

"I would like to aid him to provide reinforcement. Jasper may have lived as the feared God of War in the South for many years but he specializes in offensive and defensive techniques that could only be used on normal vampires. That will only take him so far, seeing as how the enemy is still unknown but we can safely assume that whoever it is will be stronger. I am also infinitely wiser in battle not to mention stronger." I explained, regarding my input.

Caius stared at me intently, then reluctantly nodded his head.

"I assume that you wish for Isabella to be by your side." He prompted.

Unabashedly, I nodded my head in obviousness.

Caius rolled his icy red eyes at me to which I ignored.

"She can educate the vampires on the pure blood's long history not to mention help with training." I offered an explanation even though it was relatively obvious. I didn't add the fact that she was my soul mate and I did not want her near any other male but myself.

"We do not object to your choice brother nor your reasoning." Marcus said peacefully, sounding less monotonous while Caius huffed in annoyance like the child that he is.

"I will be in charge of any strategic planning that is involved." Caius announced.

Marcus and I both rolled our eyes.

"I believe that Demetri, Heidi and Tanya could be of use to you as well." I added.

Caius made a disgruntled sound with his voice but did not object.

"As you have your mate by your side, I wish to have mine as well." He supplemented.

"No objection." Marcus and I replied simultaneously.

Satisfied, Caius turned towards Marcus.

"What will you do?" He asked.

"I will help to strengthen the bonds between the clans as well as help with strengthening their gifts." He responded with ease.

Both Caius' and my eyes widened in surprised and we both did a double take.

"Pardon?" I blinked, not believing what I was hearing.

"What?" Caius questioned rudely.

"Must I repeat myself?" Marcus retorted not fazed by either of our reactions.

Caius and I shared a look.

"Do as you wish." I answered.

"Does it look like I care?" Was Caius's brilliant reply to cover his shock.

I sighed loudly knowing this would be a long night, but I could only think of my dear Isabella and how I noticed a startling change within her and wondered if she had begun to sense it herself.

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