Fic: Get Well Soon (Avatar)
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seriousficTitle: Get Well Soon
Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender
Timeline: Post-finale
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2,442
Characters/Pairings: Azula/Ty Lee, mentions of Aang/Katara and Zuko/Mai,
Summary: Azula doesn’t know why everyone wants her to get better when it’s the world that’s sick.
Azula paced the cell. It looked like a normal room, but she knew a cell when she saw one. There were grates over the windows and the door locked from the outside, while sweet-smelling incense as well as weights on her wrists and ankles kept her from bending. Her, the conqueror of the Earth Kingdom, Fire Lord, treated like a common crook.
Azula pulled the curtains from their rings and tossed around the furniture, but it didn’t make her feel any better. When she went to sleep, the doctors would restore it to its pristine inoffensiveness. She wanted fire to forever reduce it to ashes, but they never allowed her open flames.
When she woke up, the room was back to normal and Ty Lee was there.
Azula sneered at her. She looked like a clown in all that Kyoshi make-up. You could take the girl out of the circus, but not the other way around. “Why the facepaint, Ty Lee? Had to cover up a pimple?”
Ty Lee ignored her. Not to jump around or do a handstand. Just to stand there and talk. “I used to think you were just mean. But then Mai explained to me how you were sick.”
“I’m not sick, I’m the Fire Lord. And if you had the slightest touch of loyalty you would release me right now!”
Usually, her temper flaring up like that would leave things burning. The anticlimax made Azula feel startlingly empty.
“I want you to get better,” Ty Lee said. “Then we can be friends again.”
”We were never friends and we never will be. Circus freak.”
Ty Lee bit her lip and backed away. Azula screamed and she ran. The Fire Lord kept screaming long after she was gone.
***
When her throat grew hoarse, she drank a glass and laid in bed until sleep took her. When she woke up, the Avatar was in her room. He’d grown a few inches since she’d last seen him. There were a few wiry hairs on his chin. “This place is a little gloomy, wouldn’t you think? We should ask the doctors if you can have a fox-cat. They’re really good pets.”
She narrowed her eyes and extended her arm toward him as if firebending. “Didn’t I kill you?”
He didn’t get the message. “Your brother sent me here. He thought since I was the Avatar, I might be able to help you.”
“Like you helped my father?” Azula aimed her pretend bending to the side. “I hear the guards laughing about it. He can’t bend at all!”
Aang looked where she was pointing. “What are you trying to hit?”
“I’m pretending your little girlfriend is there. What’s her name? Katara, right? When I get out of here, I’m going to find her. And then I’m going to do far worse than take away her bending.”
Aang stared at her before picking up his staff. “To think people like you once ruled a country…”
***
“Oh joy, the darling brother takes time away from his busy schedule of running the Fire Nation into the ground to pay a visit to his sick sister. Wouldn’t mother be proud?”
Zuko made himself a seat on a bench littered with angry pictures of disembowelment. He sat with regal stiffness and Azula slouched down like a pouting child to mock him. “You made the Avatar call off your redemption in less than a hundred words. I suppose I should be impressed.”
“Boys can be so stupidly protective of their sluts. Like if I were to tell you that when I escaped, I’d burn Mai to a crisp and leave her in your wedding bed—”
The air sizzled around Zuko. “You’re never getting out of here.”
“Now that’s cold, Zuzu. Even father was merciful enough to banish people.”
“Neither of you have the slightest idea what mercy is. That’s why you don’t know when you’re receiving it.”
”No. We just don’t confuse weakness for compassion.”
“Because you don’t have any compassion. You think I hate you, that I’m punishing you. I’m not. And I don’t. I pity you.”
“Save your pity for your friends. They’ll have need of it when I get out of here.”
***
She woke up in the middle of the night once, saw Mai and Ty Lee painting the walls of her room. “Hi sick Azula! I’m painting a landscape for you. Remember Fire Island? I might put in some crab-gulls if I have time.”
“Don’t look at me,” Mai said off-handedly. “Not my idea.”
The next morning Azula considered tearing away the graffiti-covered wallpaper, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. She didn’t want to ruin her nails.
***
It was lunch time and Zuko was dining with her. The only meat on the table was the steak set in front of her. The rest was fruit and vegetables and tea that Zuko sipped as slow as the sand passing through an hourglass. Azula cut her meat and pretended it was Zuko she was cutting into, biting down on.
“Would you like to know how I beat you?” It wasn’t a taunt. Far too calm for that.
“I remember. You had your pet waterbender help you cheat.”
Zuko carefully bit down on a forkful of salad. “Would you like some?
She gestured for it graciously, as if touched by his thoughtfulness, then slapped it out of his hand. The bowl shattered against the wall.
Zuko’s smile was small and serene. “I beat you because I learned a way of firebending that doesn’t come from hatred. It comes from drive and passion.”
“That’s amazing! Just when I think you can’t sound like more of a loser, you literally invent a new form of firebending based on being a wuss.”
“I didn’t invent it.” Zuko watched as royal servants rushed in to clean up the salad bowl. He felt ashamed. It just seemed more proper for him to be cleaning up his sister’s messes. “Our ancestors learned firebending from dragons, the same dragons we’ve been hunting to extinction for the last hundred years. Sozin corrupted the natural form for a quicker way, based on anger and aggression. It stops up chi and muddies the chakras. The dragon form is harder to learn, but more powerful.”
“You would think that. You’ve never had enough anger to harness!”
“I had nothing to be angry over? You were always father’s favorite!”
“And I wonder why!”
Zuko took a deep breath, then exhaled. His breath was as visible as it would be in winter, but it wasn’t vapor coming out of his mouth. It was blue fire, as languid and supple as smoke, drifting across the table to char her meat. It sizzled appetizingly.
“You have no idea of the control this method allows. I could teach you.”
Azula set her shoulders. “I’ve already learned enough from you. I’ve learned blood really doesn’t run thicker than water.”
***
She knew Ty Lee slept next to her sometimes. In her dreams she would hear gentle sobs, Mai’s voice saying things like “Come on, let’s go, it’s almost morning bell, don’t you have anything better to do?” Then she’d wake up to tart perfume and ruffled sheets and the familiar warmth that’d been pressed against her body. Those were the only mornings she made her own bed instead of waiting for the servants.
***
Zuko didn’t even try to find the razor she’d stolen to slit her wrists. He burnt the room to a crisp and ordered her put in a new one. Azula listened to the flames snapping as they devoured Ty Lee’s painting. She couldn’t remember the last time smoke had brought tears to her eyes.
***
It was Katara that healed her wrists. She worked with a fierce concentration, blocking out Azula’s thrumming anger, her bloodied clothes, her hatred.
“So, you get tired of playing doctor with the Avatar, so you thought you’d come and play doctor with me. Or maybe I’m not the Fire Lord you’re interested in.”
Katara didn’t so much as blood-bend her pinky back. Shame. Azula had heard so much about that kinky little skill. “It would never work out between Ozai and me. His jail doesn’t allow conjugal visits.” She opened the bandage on Azula’s other wrist, ripping it away so fast it brought an exciting pain to Azula’s nerves, then began healing the scabbed-over wound with infuriatingly soothing water. “You know, my mother sacrificed her life to save me from the Fire Nation. Since then, I’ve never been able to tolerate people who throw their lives away for nothing.”
“If your mother saved you, she was throwing her life away too.”
Katara slapped her. It wasn’t bloodbending, but it was a welcome change from the healing water. “If you don’t shape up, Zuko will give up on you. And he knows you’re too dangerous to shut in here forever.”
Azula’s eyes lit up like metal fresh from the forge. “And then what? He’ll drag me out in front of all his subjects and burn me to death?”
“No. He’ll just have Aang take away your bending.”
***
“Would you like to see him?” Zuko had asked, without preamble. The distaste in his voice made it clear who he was referring to. She nodded once, curtly, regally. Almost immediately, skull-faced firebenders replaced her weighted bracelets with manacles and led her into a palanquin as Zuko watched. He didn’t accompany her. She was taken to a ship, which went out to sea for several hours. At times she thought she saw the shadow of a boy on a glider shifting across the waves.
They weighted anchor alongside another ship, this one with an escort of two battleships. She was led across the ships and down deep into the hold, where the scones were cold and the light only came from open portholes. Her father sat underneath one. His beard had been cut off and all of his hair had grown ragged, matching the fading bruises that colored his face like one of his old tactical maps.
“Father,” she said, forcing herself into a deep bow. Hands on the cold, dirty floor. Uncut hair falling across her face. Voice coming out as a hoarse, terrible sound instead of her usual clarion call.
“Get out of my sight.”
“Father, please…” Tears were coming to her eyes from nowhere. They just wouldn’t stop, no matter how frantically she tried. Azula wondered if this was what being bloodbent felt like. “It’s been so hard! Zuko keeps me locked up and the rest of his filthy traitors are always with me and…”
“At least Zuko managed to cover up his inadequacies with a precisely chosen ally. You sent away all the protection I’d left you and lost your crown to an exile and a Water Tribeswoman.”
“They cheated! There were… his mother, Zuko’s mother, she… turned people against…” Her voice couldn’t come fast enough to outrace her sobs. Tears gathered on the ground below her like dew.
“You’re no longer my daughter. You’re someone else’s. You’re some weak thing that pretended to be my daughter and then failed me when the time came to repay all the love I gave you. Get out. Get out before I kill you with my bare hands.”
“Daddy…”
“My bare hands are all that’s left to me! My bare hands, Azula! My bare hands!”
***
Azula sat, back straight and head rigid, like a princess should. She let Ty Lee dip her hair into a pot of sweet-smelling water, then comb the tangles out of it, then maul it into shape with a pair of silver scissors. Azula didn’t look at Ty Lee’s face, because it did to her heart what smoke did to her eyes. The intense concentration, the tongue jutting out between the side of her lips like a corncob pipe…
“You never learned how to care for your hair,” Ty Lee said as she braided it with beads. “I bet boys would like you twice as much as they like me if you did half as much with your hair.”
“As if you want boys to like me,” Azula said acidly.
Ty Lee snipped the hair away from the nape of Azula’s neck, then rested her forehead there. Her skin felt cool, like Katara’s healing water. “Why can’t you just be nice?”
***
“It’s not a combat stance,” Zuko said, throwing her whole form out of balance. Her shoulders ended up too loose, her feet too widely spaced. She couldn’t feel the heat in her extremities.
“Don’t summon up the heat,” Zuko told her. “Call it up from your center and let it flow through you.”
“Like this, ‘zula!” Though she couldn’t bend, Ty Lee was easily able to imitate Zuko’s moves.
“Yeah, like that,” Zuko said with a nod.
Azula lackadaisically followed suit, letting a puff of flame escape her like foam out of a bottle of wine.
“Didn’t burn you on the way out, did it?” Zuko asked, patronizing.
“I miss the burn.”
***
They let her go to Zuko and Mai’s wedding. Without the incense, her head cleared. She could picture everything burning with crystal-clarity. She could do it, if she wanted to. Ty Lee sat next to her, though, and kept saying things like “Don’t you think Mai looks pretty in her dress? I helped pick it out, you know,” so Azula went through the dragon forms in her head and didn’t let so much of a spark flitter from her.
“Thanks for not making a mess of things,” Mai said afterward, before Zuko dragged her away with a brotherly nod to Azula.
From Mai, that actually meant a lot.
***
She hasn’t forgiven Ty Lee. This is punishment. Even if Ty Lee enjoys the little sparks that arc from Azula’s fingers and into her trembling flesh, it’s still Azula that derives the most satisfaction from seeing that lovely skin turn beet-red.
“I could’ve won if you’d stood by me,” Azula says, over and over again, while she makes Ty Lee scream.
“Oh, ‘zula,” Ty Lee says afterward, affectionately, before telling her about what it’s like to live in the post-war Fire Nation.
Somehow, Azula can hear names like “Aang” and “Zuko” without wanting to vomit. She can wonder about the forms she’ll bend when she has the chance, and not just the destruction she’ll wreck. She can hold on to Ty Lee and wonder if it wouldn’t be so bad, waking up like this each morning. Not the Fire Lord, not Azula, just a girl and another girl.
She thinks that would disappoint her father. She thinks she can live with that.
Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender
Timeline: Post-finale
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2,442
Characters/Pairings: Azula/Ty Lee, mentions of Aang/Katara and Zuko/Mai,
Summary: Azula doesn’t know why everyone wants her to get better when it’s the world that’s sick.
Azula paced the cell. It looked like a normal room, but she knew a cell when she saw one. There were grates over the windows and the door locked from the outside, while sweet-smelling incense as well as weights on her wrists and ankles kept her from bending. Her, the conqueror of the Earth Kingdom, Fire Lord, treated like a common crook.
Azula pulled the curtains from their rings and tossed around the furniture, but it didn’t make her feel any better. When she went to sleep, the doctors would restore it to its pristine inoffensiveness. She wanted fire to forever reduce it to ashes, but they never allowed her open flames.
When she woke up, the room was back to normal and Ty Lee was there.
Azula sneered at her. She looked like a clown in all that Kyoshi make-up. You could take the girl out of the circus, but not the other way around. “Why the facepaint, Ty Lee? Had to cover up a pimple?”
Ty Lee ignored her. Not to jump around or do a handstand. Just to stand there and talk. “I used to think you were just mean. But then Mai explained to me how you were sick.”
“I’m not sick, I’m the Fire Lord. And if you had the slightest touch of loyalty you would release me right now!”
Usually, her temper flaring up like that would leave things burning. The anticlimax made Azula feel startlingly empty.
“I want you to get better,” Ty Lee said. “Then we can be friends again.”
”We were never friends and we never will be. Circus freak.”
Ty Lee bit her lip and backed away. Azula screamed and she ran. The Fire Lord kept screaming long after she was gone.
***
When her throat grew hoarse, she drank a glass and laid in bed until sleep took her. When she woke up, the Avatar was in her room. He’d grown a few inches since she’d last seen him. There were a few wiry hairs on his chin. “This place is a little gloomy, wouldn’t you think? We should ask the doctors if you can have a fox-cat. They’re really good pets.”
She narrowed her eyes and extended her arm toward him as if firebending. “Didn’t I kill you?”
He didn’t get the message. “Your brother sent me here. He thought since I was the Avatar, I might be able to help you.”
“Like you helped my father?” Azula aimed her pretend bending to the side. “I hear the guards laughing about it. He can’t bend at all!”
Aang looked where she was pointing. “What are you trying to hit?”
“I’m pretending your little girlfriend is there. What’s her name? Katara, right? When I get out of here, I’m going to find her. And then I’m going to do far worse than take away her bending.”
Aang stared at her before picking up his staff. “To think people like you once ruled a country…”
***
“Oh joy, the darling brother takes time away from his busy schedule of running the Fire Nation into the ground to pay a visit to his sick sister. Wouldn’t mother be proud?”
Zuko made himself a seat on a bench littered with angry pictures of disembowelment. He sat with regal stiffness and Azula slouched down like a pouting child to mock him. “You made the Avatar call off your redemption in less than a hundred words. I suppose I should be impressed.”
“Boys can be so stupidly protective of their sluts. Like if I were to tell you that when I escaped, I’d burn Mai to a crisp and leave her in your wedding bed—”
The air sizzled around Zuko. “You’re never getting out of here.”
“Now that’s cold, Zuzu. Even father was merciful enough to banish people.”
“Neither of you have the slightest idea what mercy is. That’s why you don’t know when you’re receiving it.”
”No. We just don’t confuse weakness for compassion.”
“Because you don’t have any compassion. You think I hate you, that I’m punishing you. I’m not. And I don’t. I pity you.”
“Save your pity for your friends. They’ll have need of it when I get out of here.”
***
She woke up in the middle of the night once, saw Mai and Ty Lee painting the walls of her room. “Hi sick Azula! I’m painting a landscape for you. Remember Fire Island? I might put in some crab-gulls if I have time.”
“Don’t look at me,” Mai said off-handedly. “Not my idea.”
The next morning Azula considered tearing away the graffiti-covered wallpaper, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. She didn’t want to ruin her nails.
***
It was lunch time and Zuko was dining with her. The only meat on the table was the steak set in front of her. The rest was fruit and vegetables and tea that Zuko sipped as slow as the sand passing through an hourglass. Azula cut her meat and pretended it was Zuko she was cutting into, biting down on.
“Would you like to know how I beat you?” It wasn’t a taunt. Far too calm for that.
“I remember. You had your pet waterbender help you cheat.”
Zuko carefully bit down on a forkful of salad. “Would you like some?
She gestured for it graciously, as if touched by his thoughtfulness, then slapped it out of his hand. The bowl shattered against the wall.
Zuko’s smile was small and serene. “I beat you because I learned a way of firebending that doesn’t come from hatred. It comes from drive and passion.”
“That’s amazing! Just when I think you can’t sound like more of a loser, you literally invent a new form of firebending based on being a wuss.”
“I didn’t invent it.” Zuko watched as royal servants rushed in to clean up the salad bowl. He felt ashamed. It just seemed more proper for him to be cleaning up his sister’s messes. “Our ancestors learned firebending from dragons, the same dragons we’ve been hunting to extinction for the last hundred years. Sozin corrupted the natural form for a quicker way, based on anger and aggression. It stops up chi and muddies the chakras. The dragon form is harder to learn, but more powerful.”
“You would think that. You’ve never had enough anger to harness!”
“I had nothing to be angry over? You were always father’s favorite!”
“And I wonder why!”
Zuko took a deep breath, then exhaled. His breath was as visible as it would be in winter, but it wasn’t vapor coming out of his mouth. It was blue fire, as languid and supple as smoke, drifting across the table to char her meat. It sizzled appetizingly.
“You have no idea of the control this method allows. I could teach you.”
Azula set her shoulders. “I’ve already learned enough from you. I’ve learned blood really doesn’t run thicker than water.”
***
She knew Ty Lee slept next to her sometimes. In her dreams she would hear gentle sobs, Mai’s voice saying things like “Come on, let’s go, it’s almost morning bell, don’t you have anything better to do?” Then she’d wake up to tart perfume and ruffled sheets and the familiar warmth that’d been pressed against her body. Those were the only mornings she made her own bed instead of waiting for the servants.
***
Zuko didn’t even try to find the razor she’d stolen to slit her wrists. He burnt the room to a crisp and ordered her put in a new one. Azula listened to the flames snapping as they devoured Ty Lee’s painting. She couldn’t remember the last time smoke had brought tears to her eyes.
***
It was Katara that healed her wrists. She worked with a fierce concentration, blocking out Azula’s thrumming anger, her bloodied clothes, her hatred.
“So, you get tired of playing doctor with the Avatar, so you thought you’d come and play doctor with me. Or maybe I’m not the Fire Lord you’re interested in.”
Katara didn’t so much as blood-bend her pinky back. Shame. Azula had heard so much about that kinky little skill. “It would never work out between Ozai and me. His jail doesn’t allow conjugal visits.” She opened the bandage on Azula’s other wrist, ripping it away so fast it brought an exciting pain to Azula’s nerves, then began healing the scabbed-over wound with infuriatingly soothing water. “You know, my mother sacrificed her life to save me from the Fire Nation. Since then, I’ve never been able to tolerate people who throw their lives away for nothing.”
“If your mother saved you, she was throwing her life away too.”
Katara slapped her. It wasn’t bloodbending, but it was a welcome change from the healing water. “If you don’t shape up, Zuko will give up on you. And he knows you’re too dangerous to shut in here forever.”
Azula’s eyes lit up like metal fresh from the forge. “And then what? He’ll drag me out in front of all his subjects and burn me to death?”
“No. He’ll just have Aang take away your bending.”
***
“Would you like to see him?” Zuko had asked, without preamble. The distaste in his voice made it clear who he was referring to. She nodded once, curtly, regally. Almost immediately, skull-faced firebenders replaced her weighted bracelets with manacles and led her into a palanquin as Zuko watched. He didn’t accompany her. She was taken to a ship, which went out to sea for several hours. At times she thought she saw the shadow of a boy on a glider shifting across the waves.
They weighted anchor alongside another ship, this one with an escort of two battleships. She was led across the ships and down deep into the hold, where the scones were cold and the light only came from open portholes. Her father sat underneath one. His beard had been cut off and all of his hair had grown ragged, matching the fading bruises that colored his face like one of his old tactical maps.
“Father,” she said, forcing herself into a deep bow. Hands on the cold, dirty floor. Uncut hair falling across her face. Voice coming out as a hoarse, terrible sound instead of her usual clarion call.
“Get out of my sight.”
“Father, please…” Tears were coming to her eyes from nowhere. They just wouldn’t stop, no matter how frantically she tried. Azula wondered if this was what being bloodbent felt like. “It’s been so hard! Zuko keeps me locked up and the rest of his filthy traitors are always with me and…”
“At least Zuko managed to cover up his inadequacies with a precisely chosen ally. You sent away all the protection I’d left you and lost your crown to an exile and a Water Tribeswoman.”
“They cheated! There were… his mother, Zuko’s mother, she… turned people against…” Her voice couldn’t come fast enough to outrace her sobs. Tears gathered on the ground below her like dew.
“You’re no longer my daughter. You’re someone else’s. You’re some weak thing that pretended to be my daughter and then failed me when the time came to repay all the love I gave you. Get out. Get out before I kill you with my bare hands.”
“Daddy…”
“My bare hands are all that’s left to me! My bare hands, Azula! My bare hands!”
***
Azula sat, back straight and head rigid, like a princess should. She let Ty Lee dip her hair into a pot of sweet-smelling water, then comb the tangles out of it, then maul it into shape with a pair of silver scissors. Azula didn’t look at Ty Lee’s face, because it did to her heart what smoke did to her eyes. The intense concentration, the tongue jutting out between the side of her lips like a corncob pipe…
“You never learned how to care for your hair,” Ty Lee said as she braided it with beads. “I bet boys would like you twice as much as they like me if you did half as much with your hair.”
“As if you want boys to like me,” Azula said acidly.
Ty Lee snipped the hair away from the nape of Azula’s neck, then rested her forehead there. Her skin felt cool, like Katara’s healing water. “Why can’t you just be nice?”
***
“It’s not a combat stance,” Zuko said, throwing her whole form out of balance. Her shoulders ended up too loose, her feet too widely spaced. She couldn’t feel the heat in her extremities.
“Don’t summon up the heat,” Zuko told her. “Call it up from your center and let it flow through you.”
“Like this, ‘zula!” Though she couldn’t bend, Ty Lee was easily able to imitate Zuko’s moves.
“Yeah, like that,” Zuko said with a nod.
Azula lackadaisically followed suit, letting a puff of flame escape her like foam out of a bottle of wine.
“Didn’t burn you on the way out, did it?” Zuko asked, patronizing.
“I miss the burn.”
***
They let her go to Zuko and Mai’s wedding. Without the incense, her head cleared. She could picture everything burning with crystal-clarity. She could do it, if she wanted to. Ty Lee sat next to her, though, and kept saying things like “Don’t you think Mai looks pretty in her dress? I helped pick it out, you know,” so Azula went through the dragon forms in her head and didn’t let so much of a spark flitter from her.
“Thanks for not making a mess of things,” Mai said afterward, before Zuko dragged her away with a brotherly nod to Azula.
From Mai, that actually meant a lot.
***
She hasn’t forgiven Ty Lee. This is punishment. Even if Ty Lee enjoys the little sparks that arc from Azula’s fingers and into her trembling flesh, it’s still Azula that derives the most satisfaction from seeing that lovely skin turn beet-red.
“I could’ve won if you’d stood by me,” Azula says, over and over again, while she makes Ty Lee scream.
“Oh, ‘zula,” Ty Lee says afterward, affectionately, before telling her about what it’s like to live in the post-war Fire Nation.
Somehow, Azula can hear names like “Aang” and “Zuko” without wanting to vomit. She can wonder about the forms she’ll bend when she has the chance, and not just the destruction she’ll wreck. She can hold on to Ty Lee and wonder if it wouldn’t be so bad, waking up like this each morning. Not the Fire Lord, not Azula, just a girl and another girl.
She thinks that would disappoint her father. She thinks she can live with that.
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Date: 2008-08-15 10:15 pm (UTC)There needs to be more fic like this.
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Date: 2008-08-16 05:53 am (UTC)And that last line is great.
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Date: 2008-08-19 05:44 pm (UTC)I hope you write more ficcies soon....adding Tyzula would be very nice *waves banner* kudos to you!
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