Shadow Box

"Shadow Box" by Harlowe Pilgrim

The air rushed through their hair as the car sped down the road.

“You better watch it … one more ticket and you’ll lose your license.”

“No, I’m good.”

“You’re good?”

“I fixed that other ticket.”

“What? How did you …”

“I brought a pizza down to the police station. That and a …” She put her fist up to her cheek and pushed her tongue into her other cheek. Then she smiled. “No more ticket.”

“Are you … seriously?”

Her friend smirked. “What do you think?”

She didn’t answer.

“Tastes like bacon.”

The car sped on.

“Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it, girlfriend. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Okay, sounds good. Let me know if you need help with that Algebra.”

“I will. Don’t study too hard.”

“I won’t.”

“You lying slut.” Her friend grinned. “Later.”

“Later.”

The car’s tires chirped as it started back out of the driveway.

She waved to her friend, turned and trudged up the walk with her heavy backpack and let herself in.

Home lately was not the same. The warmth was gone … and it was giving her chills.

Not the family or anything like that.

Just something about home, the house, the atmosphere wasn’t feeling quite right.

A certain …

He was there.

She didn’t see him, but she could have. Dared she look.

When she closed the door behind her.

When she set down her bookbag and rummaged through the refrigerator.

He was there.

When she changed in her room.

When she sat down with her homework.

He was there. He saw everything, and she felt him but didn’t know him.

He was that something that didn’t feel right, that something that haunted her.

Instinct knew being stalked.

And it expressed itself as a sense of unease.

Unease when she closed the door behind her, and rummaging through the refrigerator.

Unease when she changed in her room and sat down with her homework.

Unease. Terror by another word.

Violated. The feeling of terror at the hand of darkness.

“Put it out of your mind. You’re driving yourself crazy.”

Rational thoughts pulling late night covers up high to hide.

“And your’re keeping yourself awake. You can’t stand to lose a second of beauty sleep.”

From the darkest corner of her room, he watched as he forlong had.

He, blacker than the night.

His form, of lines or scrawls or scratches of black, not solid an object but a mass.

Contrasting not against the shadow … he was the shadow.

His words slipped into her consciousness like a molester’s unwelcome touch.

She pulled the covers tighter, retreating further into their shelter.

“There is NO ONE there. Gracie, you heard NOTHING. Go to sleep.”

And somehow she did get to sleep, despite the darkness approached and leaned over her bed, looking well after her.

2

“Dad went into work early again?”

“Yeah.”

Mom looked like she’d tried to screw her head into her pillow all night.

“I like your hairdo,” Gracie told her with a smirk.

“This little thing?” Her mom smiled and held her head. “I call it the hair tornado. You like?”

“Ooh la la! Very much, madame.”

“Well, thank you. I put a lot of work into it.” She turned somber.

“Still not sleeping, mom?”

“Not very well.”

“The pills aren’t helping?”

“Not much, honey.” She read her daughter’s face. “But it’s nothing you should worry about. I’m sure it’s just a phase.”

“Hey, I’m the kid. I thought it was kids who go through phases.”

“Well what do you think adults are, silly? Just old kids, you know.”

They laughed.

“How’s things,” mom said after, “with school and everything?”

“Fine.”

“Fine?”

“But I don’t like it when dad is gone so much.”

“Me either,” mom said sadly all of a sudden. “You have no idea, Gracie.”

At home, the day was a long lifeless wait.

But everything comes to an end.

The convertible screeched to a stop in the driveway.

“I think you deserve a lot of credit.”

The girls dragged their bookbags from the car to the house.

“For failing the Algebra test? Thanks. The last thing I expected was praise for that, but praise me if you must.”

Gracie fumbled for the key. “I mean getting some help. Anybody can fail at something the first time. It’s the winners who dig down and turn a failure into a success.”

“Inspirational.”

The door sprang open.

“My dad says that all the time.”

Gracie led the way inside.

“You believe that crap?”

“It depends.”

“It depends?”

“Yeah, he says that all the time too. ‘It depends.’”

“That one, I could go along with. Is that a new chair?”

“We got it a couple weeks ago, mom picked it up at a flea market. Dad says it probably has fleas. Has it been that long since you’ve been over?”

“I guess so. Seems I’ve been spending all my time out raising Hell … while some people been wasting their youth here, studying.”

“Sounds about right. Which brings us to your current predicament.”

“Sounds about right. It is a predicament.”

Even in the company of her friend … she felt him.

When she closed the door behind them.

When they set down their bookbags and rummaging through the refrigerator.

He was there.

When they changed in her room.

When they sat down with to study.

Unease … terror by another word.

“Jenna! Jenna!”

“What is it, Gracie?”

“The bathroom door is stuck! Come help me, give it a push!”

Jenna started for her friend.

Then another voice stopped her.

“Who’s … there?” “Because I wanna know.” “I’m NOT taking off my …” “I’m not taking off ANYTHING. Seriously, who’s there?”

“Jenna!” Gracie called from the bathroom.

“Who’s there?” Jenna demanded of other, mysterious voice.

Gracie’s sudden appearance startled her.

“Why didn’t you help me?” demanded Gracie.

“I was on my way, then …”

“Well I got myself out.”

“I can see that, congratulations.”

“Thanks.”

“Gracie … there’s nobody else here, right?”

“Here in the house? Of course not.” Then she hesitated to ask. “Why?”

Jenna shuddered. “Mmm … no reason.”

But Gracie felt the reason. She, the girl who hid in her covers all night.

From the darkest corner, he watched as he forlong had.

The bathroom door had never stuck before.

3

Safety in numbers? She doubted it.

“Gracie, aren’t you hungry? You like this.”

“I know, mom … I do like it. I guess I’m just feeling … kind of weird.”

“Oh, sick to your stomach? That’s too bad, honey.”

“Not sick to my stomach … just not myself.”

“Okay, I’ve got you now. What about you, Jenner?”

“Mom, her name’s Jenn-A … not Jenn-ER.”

“I know, I’m just trying to liven up the spirit in this room.”

The lights went out.

“Um …” Jenna said. “That was―”

“Creepy,” Gracie said.

Gracie’s mom went for the light switch.

The lights popped back on.

“There,” she said. “Switched off was all it was.”

“How did that happen, mom?”

“Yeah,” Jenna chimed in, “mom.”

“I don’t know … maybe the switch wasn’t switched the whole way, and it popped back …”

“Does that really happen mom?”

“I don’t know … something happened.”

Jenna turned to Gracie. “You said it. Creepy.”

Gracie shuddered, wanting for the sanctuary of her bed covers.

Silence was broken by the grandfather clock on the wall beginning to strike.

They snapped up like sprung mousetraps.

And then stared at each other a second. Before laughing.

The tension had broken itself.

“You guys,” mom said after the clock finished chiming. “I think you’re wound a little tight tonight.”

“WE are?” Gracie giggled. “You jumped higher than we did.”

“Please …” her mom smirked. “I did no such thing.”

“Mrs. B,” Jenna chided her, “I think you did.”

“Oh, so that’s how it is. Two against one.”

“But … it’s gonna be one against one.” Jenna pointed at the clock. “I should get headed.”

“Already?” Gracie said. “Sure you don’t want to stay over?”

“As if. Ever since I failed that test … my parents have been all over me about curfew … especially on a school night. Not like I don’t deserve it …”

“Yeah, you could have studied harder before.”

“I could have tried harder to keep them from finding out about the grade, too.”

“How could you have done that?” mom said.

“You don’t want to know, mom.” Gracie’s expression warned Jenna.

“It’s like fixing a speeding ticket.” Jenna said as Gracie squirmed. “You have to play on their, um … sympathy.”

She winked at her friend.

On through the evening … she felt him.

When her dad came home. When her parents kissed her goodnight and went to bed.

He was there.

When she fell asleep on the couch in front of the TV.

Gracie’s eyes popped open.

An old sitcom was playing out on the screen.

She had goosebumps like someone had breathed on her neck, although she was virgin to the sensation.

The tingling touched everywhere.

She sat up.

“How late is it?” She consulted the grandfather clock. “Oh … that late.” She rubbed her face. “Time for bed.”

She noticed the door that led into the garage was open.

“That’s funny. Why’s that open?”

She got up meaning to close it, but hesitated.

The door closed. On its own.

If she had goosebumps before, they doubled in number, the chills up and down her spine were electric.

She wanted to run for covers. But remained frozen, eyes fixed upon that door.

It swung open again. Then closed.

Then it swung open again. From the unhinged side, unbelievably. Then closed again.

Her mind had gone foggy, swimming in fear and mystery.

When the door opened again, there was a figure in the opening.

Naked and swaying wantonly, the woman kneaded her breasts and tweaked their peaks.

It was shocking to see her mother that way.

She twirled her hair her fingers … looked hotly back behind her … and the door closed.

And it stayed closed. Only the goosebumps remained.

Brushing her teeth … goosebumps remained.

Slipping under the covers … goosebumps remained.

He was there.

He was the goosebumps.

And he was feeling talkative.

“Do I WANT you?” she replied from deep under covers. “Who ARE you?” “You just want to be my friend?” “And WHAT me? That’s disgusting.” “Was that really my mother, or just some sick …” “You know, if my father finds out … if he knew you were in here ...” “No, I don’t want you to go wake him up. You leave him alone too.” “No, you may not come in with me … you stay away.” “We’re not making friends, we’re never going to.” “WELL BELIEVE IT.”

How she ever got to sleep she’ll never know.

Not with the form of lines, or scrawls or scratches of black hovering over her bed all night.

Lusting for her candy … nibbling around her edges.

4

“Morning.”

Mom was up early.

“Sleep well honey?”

And mom was smiling. And chipper.

“Not great …” Gracie said.

Mom smiled and stretched her arms up overhead.

She was standing in the doorway, open to the garage.

Like the woman her likeness stood nude last night.

At least she wasn’t acting as horny.

At least she had her clothes on.

“I got it so good last night,” her mom said. “Sleep, I mean. I slept like a log.”

“Great, mom.” “Too much information,” she thought, “but great.”

“Me too,” Dad said. Surprisingly, from the kitchen. “I only have an afternoon meeting today … so I thought I’d sleep in and make you guys breakfast.”

“Thanks Dad, but I have to leave for school soon.”

“I’ll cook it fast,” he said. “Just promise to eat it fast, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Wow,” Jenna said, “your dad’s car is in the driveway. Is he home sick?”

“No. He never stays home sick.”

“Then what’s up?”

“He stayed late to make us breakfast.”

“Oh, you mean your mom earned breakfast last night.”

“Ew … you mean … ew.”

Jenna pulled the convertible onto the road, and waved at Gracie’s house. “And I bet she’s already earning herself dessert right now.”

“Ew, Jenna. Can we talk about something else?”

“Okay. You know what I heard?”

“I don’t know,” Gracie smirked. “But when you giggle like that, I know it’s gonna be dirty.”

“It’s not. Okay, maybe just a little.”

“So, out with it.”

“You know Corey in Algebra?”

“Yeah.”

“Not bad looking, right?”

“Not bad.”

“He was hoping I could get him a study date with you.”

“A study date?”

“Yeah, he’s stupid for algebra just like me.”

“So it would be the three of us?”

“Just the three of us … and his stud friend Trent.”

“Trent? Isn’t he the guy you were telling me is supposed to be hung like a―”

“Well, I’m told he can lift heavy objects with it.”

“Oh yeah? How heavy?”

“As heavy as me, anyway. That’s all I care about.”

“I’m beginning to think that.”

“So tonight will be fine?”

“I don’t know … my parents are going out.”

“Perfect. It’s a date, I’ll tell the boys.”

5

Two cars wheeled into the driveway, the convertible in front.

“Do you think you can stall them? I left clothes all over my floor.”

“Silly. Having boys over to an empty house, your clothes are supposed to end up on the floor.”

“Jenna, you don’t think they expect that, do you? I’m not that kind of―”

“Relax, nobody expects anything. Of course they’re boys, so they’re always looking to get in our pants.”

“So what do we do?”

“We lead them on. That’s what keeps them interested.”

“I like your house.”

“Thanks Corey,” Gracie said. “It’s the best one … my parents have.”

Her awkward smile was reassured by his confident one.

“Well good for them.”

“Do you like it?” Jenna asked Trent, who was by then deep in the throes of snacking.

“Yeah,” he said, assuming she was talking about the snack, until the others’ expressions clued him in otherwise. “Oh, the house. Yeah, it’s nice.”

“Thanks,” Gracie said.

“You know what?” Jenna said. “We should play a game.”

“A game?”

“Yeah, we should play hide and seek.”

“Hide and seek, Jenna? I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Yeah!” the boys said, their thinking parts quick to spot an opportunity.

“But it’s getting dark, and the guys don’t know the house.”

“I know my way around great in the dark,” Trent said. “I’m like a bat. Kinda.”

Mostly Jenna giggled.

“We’ll be ok,” Corey said. “If … you want to.”

“Of course she wants to. Right Gracie?”

Their hostess looked reluctant.

“Okay Gracie, come on and let’s hide. You guys, make sure you count all the way to a hundred before you come for us. No cheating.”

6

“Are you counting?” Trent said.

“Kind of. We’re probably up to like, fifty or so.”

“Cool. I’m glad you’re counting.”

“If you,” Corey said, “happen to find Gracie …”

Trent grinned wide. “No worries, my man. She’s all yours.”

“Great. I mean, that’s cool.”

“But when I find that minx Jenna … that girl’s gonna be in trouble.”

“I don’t think she’ll mind too much.”

“I don’t think so either,” Trent said. “I hear she’s a beautiful person on the inside.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Oh yeah. Hey, where’s that bathroom? I gotta piss before we go find them.”

“That way,” Corey said. “First door on the left.”

“Thanks man. Hey, wait for me, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Cool. I’ll piss fast.”

It was hard to even find the closet in the dark. Inside it was dark as a womb.

Jenna sat cross-legged on the floor amongst the rest of the closet’s contents, facing the back wall. She tried not to breath too hard as she anticipated being discovered.

She unbuttoned a few buttons of her blouse to aid in that discovery.

A few minutes passed.

There was a noise close by. Then another. Someone was in the room.

Her heart raced.

The closet door opened behind her. The sound, the airflow, but no light.

Hanging clothes parted, yet she knew not for sure whether she was found. The camouflage of darkness gave her still a chance, and she breathed not a sound to make fullest use of that chance.

Not that she entirely minded being found.

Then hands on her shoulders informed her she was.

Though not a word was spoken.

Hands reached around her, finding the unbuttoned blouse she’d left for them, cupping her first, then taking them out of her brassiere.

“I can unhook that for you,” she whispered, reaching back and totally freeing herself from the garment.

His grip was greedy and rough, but she like it. He seemed to know what to squeeze.

One of his hands began working its way lower … and lower … she could feel herself melting already.

“Oh Trent,” she whispered. “I want this so much … kiss me.”

7

“Nice bathroom,” Trent said to himself, looking around as he peed. “I love that dirty water,” he sang to the bowl. “Oh, Boston, you’re my home.”

He finished up and started to put it away. But then, he started thinking about Jenna. Especially, what he planned to do to her when he found her.

His member swelled to an impossible rod.

“Mmm … it’s never going back in my pants now.”

He considered his options.

“I’ll just leave it out.” He shrugged he shoulders. “Everybody will understand.”

The kiss in the dark she’d asked for, she got. And then some.

So deep she almost choked on it. Red hot and ice cold at the same time.

Hot and horny … with goosebumps.

Not right. Not right at all.

“Trent?” she whispered to her closetmate. “That is you …”

“No.”

The hand tickling between her legs was bringing her to climax.

“No?” she squeaked as it came on.

“Shadow Box,” her lover whispered in her ear.

8

“You almost done in there?” Corey got up off the couch. “I could have counted to like, a million.”

“Just a sec.” Trent opened the bathroom door, and started to walk out phallus-first, carrying his pants rolled-up in his hand. “You might want to avert your eyes, my man.”

Then just as he reached the threshold, that problem bathroom door … slammed shut.

On him.

“AHHH!” the poor boy called out.

Corey hustled into the hallway, toward the bathroom.

Trent continued to shriek.

“What?” The hall was dark, but his hand found a light switch.

“OH MY GOD!”

The limp end of Trent’s manhood protruded from the shut door like the head of a dead snake.

Trent continued to shriek.

It was taking Corey a moment to process the scene.

Gracie, hearing Trent’s screams had come running.

She met Corey and then …

“OH MY GOD!”

“That’s what I said!”

“Corey, we gotta open that door.”

“We do?”

Trent continued to scream.

“What choice do we have?” she said.

“I don’t know. But …” He pointed at the hurt member.

“It’s not gonna be pretty,” she said. “But we gotta let it out.”

“Let HIM out, you mean.”

“Yeah, well they say where your cock goes, the rest of you will follow.”

“I’ve heard that too.”

“Okay Trent … ready or not … we’re opening the door.”

9

Gracie was first to notice Jenna had rejoined them.

“Jenna! Where the Hell have you been? Didn’t you hear Trent screaming?”

“I … I was … hiding. Why didn’t you come for me?”

“Look at Trent!”

Jenna was blank. “Why didn’t you come for me? Why did you … leave me to …”

“You guys!” Corey said. “I can’t believe I just packed someone’s dick in ice. I mean, I’ve sure never done that before.”

Trent was nearly passed out on the couch, a strange sight, naked from the waist down except for the bags of ice.

“Do you think we should call an ambulance? Or something?”

“NO,” Gracie said. “We can’t let anyone find out somebody hurt their penis at my house.”

“You, a … worried about your reputation there, Gracie?”

“No, but guys aren’t supposed to have their penises out here. I told my parents we would be studying!”

“Yeah … studying penile first aid.” Corey smirked.

Trent groaned.

Jenna sounded shaky. “It comes in handy.”

Corey replied, “It does sometimes.”

“Jenna?” Gracie asked. “Do you have any bright ideas?”

“Yeah, um … I don’t feel so well. I need to go home now.”

“Jenna?”

“Really, I feel awful but … I feel really awful.”

He was there.

When Trent was suffering.

They didn’t see him, but they could have. Dared they look.

When Jenna came from the closet.

He was there.

When Jenna had fled for home, and the other two were dragging Trent to his feet and getting him out.

He was there.

When she pretended nothing was wrong, greeting her parents and going to bed.

He was there. He saw everything, and she felt him.

The haunting was intense.

Instinct knew stalking.

Unease … terror by another word.

10

“Why did you do that?” demanded Gracie from beneath her covers.

“Which thing?” He had taken up his watch at her bedside.

“You know which thing.”

“I don’t, but … because they had it coming?”

“WHO has THAT coming?”

“That should be obvious, my Gracie. Who got it?”

“Says you, they had it coming. Who died and made YOU God?”

“I don’t think that’s how it works. That’s not how God got the job.”

“Do you think I’m stupid or something?”

“Not at all, my Gracie.”

“Then why do you play with me?”

“It turns you on?”

“CERTAINLY NOT.”

“Okay, it turns me on.”

“I’m going to sleep.”

“See you there.”

11

“Hi Gracie.”

Mom had watched her get off the bus.

“What happened to your ride?”

Gracie set down her bag and shut the door behind her.

“Jenna wasn’t in school again today.”

“No? Still under the weather? She must have caught something good.”

“I don’t know. I called her and she said she didn’t want to talk about it.”

“Really. Guess something really did got ahold of her.”

“Seems like.”

“Good day today? Besides having to take the bus …”

“Yeah, it was okay. I don’t think I was really into it.”

“No? I hope you’re not getting what Jenna got.”

“Guess we’ll see. How ‘bout you, mom?”

“I’m exhausted. I don’t know why, all I did was lie around all day―”

“Are those scratches on your arms?”

“Oh no, they’re …” Mom quickly rolled down her shirtsleeves. “… they’re nothing. I cleaned all day, so I probably just―”

“I thought you said you lied―”

“I never said ‘I LIED’ young lady.”

Gracie was taken aback by the change in her mother’s demeanor. “You misunderstood, I didn’t mean―”

“I understand perfectly well. Maybe you should go to your room.”

“But … I …”

Mom pointed down the hall. “To your room.”

Dismayed, Gracie started walking.

“Disrespectful,” she heard her mother mutter after her. “Little bitch.”

He was there.

With mother and daughter.

When Gracie went to her room.

He was there.

They could both see him now.

12

After awhile, Gracie’s mom poked her head into the room.“I’m going to run some errands.”

Gracie was seated on her bed, books and papers spread all around. “Okay.”

She didn’t look up from her schoolwork.

“I’m sorry,” mom said, “I was very short with you before. I was out of line. Wasn’t feeling like myself, I guess.”

Gracie shot her mother a cold glance. “Nobody’s themselves. I hope your not getting what Jenna got.”

“Maybe I am.” She coughed once. “You’d better see that you don’t.”

She heard the garage door open, mom’s car drive out, and the door close again behind it.

“It’s all you, isn’t it.”

“It’s all me?” replied the dark figure looming in the corner of her room. “I suppose that depends on what ‘it’ is.”

“IT is Jenna …”

“If one’s playing hide-and-seek, does not one expect to be found?”

“My mother …”

“She’s more like lost and found.”

There was a hint of a chuckle from the faceless form of lines or scrawls or scratches of black.

“How DARE you talk about my mother like that?”

“You brought her up. And don’t be silly. Just because a woman’s a mother … trust me, that doesn’t mean she’s a lady.”

“We’re through with this conversation.” She covered her ears. “Blah blah blah blah.”

“As you wish, my Gracie.” He let it settle a moment. “What would you like to talk about?”

13

The night persisted, long and unsettled. In and out of sleep, one may as well have been the other.

“Hot,” Gracie said throwing off the covers. “Too hot.”

She shuffled down the hallway to the bathroom, and by the nightlight downed a cup of water.

Something made her turn around fast. “Shadow Box!”

She turned on the light.

There was nobody there.

Leaving the bathroom light on, she crept back up the hall.

“Shadow Box?” she whispered. “Shadow Box?”

The fear was present, but also … there was defiance.

Defiance of the fear. Defiance of the haunting.

She expected to find him finally lingering in that corner of her bedroom he’d so made his own.

Yet there was no shadowy form in that shadowy corner.

“If you’re playing hide-and-seek, don’t you expect to be found?”

What drove her to scour the house for the tormentor, she didn’t know.

Were she awake enough to sense the attraction, she would have run away screaming.

But throughout the domicile, she searched.

Until she crept up to that very last door, the one rock she’d not yet looked beneath.

The attic.

She’d hated it always, before she knew. Before she knew what lie in wait.

And now she did. And open up that creepy door and start climbing up those creaky stairs … she did.

“Are you there?”

She couldn’t make out a thing in the blackness.

No answer came.

“Oh, cat’s got your tongue, does it? I know you’re here, Shadow Box.”

She stepped forward.

“If you know I’m here,” replied a voice from the dark, “why do you ask?”

“Okay, I didn’t know. But I thought so.”

“Why are you here? Why pursue me?”

“Don’t you know the answer?” Gracie asked.

“Well yes―”

“If you know the answer,” she interrupted him.

“I don’t believe it. Not until I hear it from you.”

Gracie swallowed hard. “I … know what you want.”

“My Gracie.”

“And I know you’re not going to leave me alone until you get it.”

No response.

She got down on the floor.

Hiked her nightgown up around her waist.

And pulled her panties down over her knees, slipping them off one foot, then the other.

“So here it is!”

She arched her back and thrust her pelvis up at the darkness.

“I’VE GOT YOUR SHADOW BOX!”

No response.

“TAKE IT!”

In an instant he was down, inside, and all around her.

The encounter was not brief.

Nor was it gentle.

14

“Good to see you’re back in school.” The cheerleader snapped her gum.

“Thanks,” Jenna said. “Glad to be back on my feet.”

“Gracie,” the cheerleader said, “you look like Hell. You feelin’ okay?”

“I’ve felt better.”

“So I was just telling somebody about this dumb movie I went to the other night …”

Jenna made a face. “Surprised you noticed it was.”

“Um … what?”

“Nevermind.”

Jenna and Gracie shared a smile.

“And it had a girl, who let this evil spirit screw her … and like, everybody knows, you never have sex with the evil spirit. The evil’s been inside you. That’s the WORST thing you can do.”

Jenna and Gracie shared a frown.

“Everybody knows that,” the other girl continued. “What a stupid plot for a movie.”

“Everybody knows it,” Jenna said.

“Some people make mistakes.” Gracie was tearing up. “Huge, awful, terrible mistakes.”

She took off sobbing.

“Was it something I said?” asked the cheerleader.

“No. It’s just her time of the … whatever.”

“Is that why she’s walking funny?” She snapped her gum again.

Jenna paused a second to consider her response, then threw a big right cross and knocked that cheerleading bitch out.

“Read into that,” she said, “whatever you like.”

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