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Nyx sprawled out on the bed she'd claimed as hers. If four of them were going to stay in this little cottage, then she was going to make damn sure that everyone respected her space. Not that either Paisley or Silver seemed like they were going to be much trouble, it was just her hate for feeling trapped and confined. As well Paisley's mother being a bit of a concern. Nyx's reputation in Four was bittersweet. Some people loved her, others swore she was a demon trapped in a young woman's body. But what right did they have to judge her anyway? None. They didn't know what it was like to have Mr.Dymock as a father, if you could even call him that. He lost all interest in her when she became too old to be in the Games. That came back to why she was uneasy about sharing the room with the thirteen year old's mother. What would she think of Nyx? The last thing Nyx wanted to put up with was a mother hen who didn't trust her to be around her baby girl. When I was Paisley's age I already knew how to use an assortment of weapons, for destructive purposes...

Sitting up slowly Nyx took a deep breath. Too much negativity, even for her. She was here to enjoy herself, it had been so long since she got out and had a good time. Though she couldn't help but feel like a stranger here. She hardly knew many of the guest, even though she'd seem them around Four. Clenching the blanket in her fists she let out an exasperated sigh. Was she really not capable of relaxing? The ability to be at ease had been trained out of her for the sake of the Hunger Games. And now it was nothing more than a pain in the ass. Was being a victor really worth it? Maybe. Maybe not. She wouldn't know. That old bitterness was bubbling up again. Nyx could not help but feel like years of her life were wasted on a goal she would never achieve. Who's to say she would have been able to win. But at least it would have made all the training mean something, have some worth. Sure she could defend herself extremely well, but it wasn't the same. Nyx knew there was no use getting worked up over it, but it still bothered her. And then her own failed marriage... All she could do know is pray for the best for Lucan and Evelyn, no one should have to experience what she did.

Storm blues eyes glanced around the room with a slight nervousness. Her mind was playing tricks on her again. It appeared as if the walls were closing in. Luckily after years of dealing with such strange illusions she had, for the most part, learned to ignore them. They hadn't been really up to this point, so there was no logical reason to worry about them. When she had went to therapy they had told her to use her coping skills, sixteen year old Nyx had taken that as an excuse to hurl a chair at the good doctor, and later regret it. She hadn't really meant any harm, she was just a frustrated teen with an overbearing father and useless mother. Letting her thoughts wander Nyx realized that both Paisley and Silver were much younger than she was. So basically she and Paisley's mother would be babysitting the girls. A small smile played onto her lips. She never had the chance to have children because of the ways things went with her partner. This could be fun. Even if there wasn't quite enough of an age difference for her to be the mother of either of the two girls she could pretend. She really did love children/younger teens, it was adults that pissed her off.

Pale hands lifted a glassed of lemon ice water to her lips. She took a long drink before putting it back down on the end table. A tinge of red in the glass caught her attention. She soon realized in her earlier mental rant she must have been biting down pretty hard on lip. Sure enough after touching two fingers to her upper lip, they came back with a small smear of blood. No big deal, the tissues in the mouth healed quickly, and it was barely deep enough to draw blood. But the sight of the stuff sent a tingling feeling through the deep scar on her back. Now that was a burden. Her dress for the ceremony had a high back on to hid the marred skin. It was a shame really, she was so beautiful, but now she had to stay covered up or risk all sorts of invasive questions that she didn't want to answer. That last thing she wanted was to drag up that story. The thought made her flinch, the point of the sword digging deeply into her back and tearing a jagged line. It was still a vivid memory. A reminder of why you never let you're guard. Nyx allowed herself a dry chuckle as she remember the faces of the doctors who put her back together again.

Enough of my problems This is Evelyn and Lucan's wedding. I at least need to make some attempt to have a good time. It isn't often I get invited to anything like this..

Looking up from her thoughts something dawned on Nyx. Soon Paisley, her mother, and Silver would probably be here to settle in. She had met two of them after getting off the boat, but went on ahead to take a break from it all. The crowed ship had really rattled her. If it hadn't been for the ocean breeze, and presence of the lovely sharks, she probably would have thrown herself overboard. Death by being eaten by a shark sounded pleasant to Nyx, as sick as it may sound to others. But many people already thought she was a bit off, so it didn't matter anyway.

"Welcome to the oh-so-cozy cottage." She kept her tone sweet and gentle. It would be nice to spend some time with the young girls. Hopefully mommy dearest wouldn't be a pain.

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Post by EVELANCHE WUHH? on Jan 12, 2011 20:41:01 GMT -5

PAISLEY ARMANDA BRIDGENNE // WHAT'S HER SONG?

^{Pais entered the cottage, almost closing the door on mother dearest. She would rather she had been in entirely different housing, but she knew that would be impossible. Thirteen year old girls weren't meant to be, under any means, alone. But she wouldn't be alone. She'd be with other girls, older than her but still very young, whom Pais wouldn't have difficulty understanding. She supposed no one was going to stay up late into the evening gossiping, unless of course, you got really rather lucky. She was sure her mother would restrain her some from making positive relationships with other people in her cabin, which consisted of two woman she had heard of, but never truly met.

The first thing Pais set up to do was construct her living space. She was going to be here for around a week. While her room at home was rididuclously organized, she didn't feel any need to recreate that here. No, she didn't have time to color code any containers based on their contents. And not to mention that there probably weren't about the be any containers available. She wanted it to feel as little like home as possible because, god damnit, this was vacation. And considering her home life with not-so-parently parents, she wanted to make it feel as far away from District Four as possible.

To set the scene for the next week, Pais chose the bed on the opposite side of Nyx. She was identified by her long, dark hair. That was truly all the girl had seen or heard of her, really. Actually, she heard something about her being widowed, but to be honest, Pais hadn't confirmed it as any more than a gossiping housewives' tale. And she wasn't about to go on anything on the sort for fact for the next few weeks. Judging hadn't been her plan. Actually, Pais found it rather easy to judge. It was something she was in the habit of. But in the essence of vacation, she was going to abandon that. Everyone here was going to start with a clean slate, except for her parents, of course.

Speaking of her parents, Paisley hoped that her mother would take the hint that she didn't want to be anywhere near her. The bed she had claimed was pushed up against the wall, and Nyx was between her and any other bed. She was grateful she had chosen something in such a completely convenient place. Pais was close to mouthing a silent thankyou when she remembered her intentions. After throwing her satchel on the solid mattress containing the few things that were not clothes, that she had been allowed to bring, she got down on her hands and knees, unzipped the suitcase she was using to carry two dresses and various shorts and tank tops, and threw nearly everythingaround. She mussed the neatly folded piles. Satisfied that she had not only set the scene for herself, but probably decently confused her roommates, she sat on her bed and folded her knees together.

She wanted to be the first to speak, but Pais couldn't even begin to form words. She wasn't good with them, to say the least. She knew nothing needed to be said, and she was only capable of that. Sentences she could spit out expertly when you needed them, with short, unsophisticated language. Everything was quiet, until Nyx spoke. She realized that she was the only roommate she had truly thought about the say the least, but she was sure Silver would be perfectly nice as well.

"Welcome to the oh-so-cozy cottage.", Nyx had said. Pais smiled softly, planning out her words. She wasn't someone who spit things out, to be honest. She didn't gain any friends through charm, to say the least.

"Definitely," she said, rolling her eyes, a small, warm smile lingering on her face. She was trying not to display the teenage-brat pieces of her, but she couldn't help but be sarcastic. As much as Pais planned to enjoy herself, this was far from cozy. The rock hard mattress beneath her bum began to prove it. Cozy cottage? More like cozy jail cell. And Pais might as well have had a life sentence.}

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Walking into the cottage, I find that both Nyx and... of, what was her name again. I think for a moment, standing in the doorway with my bag on one shoulder, feeling stupid. Paisly. That was her name. For some reason, it brought the image of a soft pink flower into my mind. However, her slightly sarcastic tone makes that image fade slightly, and without a word, I walk over to the bed next to Nyx's and lay down my bag, plopping onto the mattress and staring at the ceiling a moment with wide grey eyes.

Propping myself up with my elbows, I gaze at my bag. I should unpack, but it seems so much simpler to just pull out what I need when I need it than to put everything in a certain place and have to remember where it is and such. I'm lazy when it comes to clothes. Except, maybe...

My mind draws up an image of the beautiful dress I chose out for myself. Looking through my mother's things, I found it by pure luck. My mother was a small woman. The dress fit me just right. And it looked nice on me. The dress was dark grey, it's thin straps the right length, with a flowing skirt that was simple, but pretty, and came down to my knees. It's a shiny, silky fabric, and if I put on a tiara, I would look just like a princess.

Then my hand comes up to my hair, fingers slipping through the silver strands. Like a princess from one of my books. Except, not as pretty. More freaky. And definately not as wise. In fact, we can just scratch me ever looking like a princess. My metallic strands just make me too different to be royalty.

Not that I don't like my hair. I love it. I even found the perfect hairstyle for the wedding. I like the way that it's the perfect length for everything. And how wavy it is. The only disadvantage is it looks terrible when I pull it back. But that hurts my scalp, anyways.

I sit up all the way, and smile. "I like it. It's..." I search for the right word, brushing a stray strand out of my eyes, "classic. Then again, I sleep on a lump, hard mattress at home. So I could lay anywhere and be comfortable."

My hand runs over the blanket. It's perfectly made, and clean too. Slightly cool. Fresh. I love it when blankets feel that way. And pillows, too.

I stop my train of thought immediately. Am I really that much of a nerd? But at least I'm not thinking about water. Anything is better than thinking about water, and waves, and drowning...

Sighing, I lay back down. I really am a freak, inside and out.

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Paisley and Silver's arrival added some warmth to the room. It didn't feel quite as cold or alone to Nyx. Paisley mouthed a thank you, for what Nyx wasn't quite sure but she replied with a polite nod. Still she couldn't help but feel out of place. These were two teenage girls with their whole lives ahead of them. What was she? A washed up career with a split personality. Perhaps one, or maybe both of them had heard about the incident that widowed her... God, people liked to talk, they didn't know the half of it. Morons, if you weren't there don't run you're mouth about my business. With any luck the two girls hadn't heard too much of the bad things people said about her behind her back. Really Nyx didn't considered herself to be evil, or cold hearted. Just practical. Elian and her had had issues, no doubt, but that didn't make her a monster. People just loved to place the blame on an infamous career trainer's only daughter. And the sick part was her father welcomed the publicity, no matter how negative. It was all a huge game to him. Nyx was a pawn to get him ahead of his competition. Just like how he originally wanted a son, until he realized a girl that could beat all the boys would be impressive...

"Definitely," Paisley's reply came with sarcasm and a roll of her eyes.

Nyx snickered, "I was a smart mouthed teen once. Not too much different than you. I bet we have more in common than you think." She struggled to kept her tone sweet and light, rather than coming out in her taunting melody. Really this was harder than she thought. She would set her goal on being better behaved than these two, anything more was asking too much. Perhaps she should take the two out for drinks... That was what normal mother's did with their teens. Okay, so maybe not quite, but it seemed like a good bonding experience in her mind. And the little fools would probably over do it and feel terrible the next day, therefore turning them off of drinking early. Nyx had to remind herself that as fun this could be, these really weren't her girls to toy with. What a shame really, they seemed so perfect.

Silver seemed quiet. This intrigued Nyx. She hated secrets, and well Silver could be hiding something. Not likely, but you never could be too careful. Someone so young was really not a threat to a seasoned, former career. But the need to be the 'best' still burned in Nyx, deeply engraved from early childhood. Wouldn't daddy be shocked to hear I'm at wedding, as an invited guest... After my wedding he swore I would never go near another one. Surprise, surprise. Instead of questioning Silver like she wanted to, she settle on pulling some clothing out of her bag and setting it on the bed. Black silk pajamas, with red buttons. Purely something Nyx would wear. It went so nicely with her dark hair and blue eyes. Her hand touched something else. A small stack of photos. Yanking them out the first image caused her to flinch. Looks like she never took the pictures from her honeymoon out of her luggage before coming here. The glossy paper had an image of her and Elian on a beach surrounded by candles. She was tempted to shred it right here, but that would look strange. So instead she tossed the stack onto the end of her bed. The pictures scattering. She'd pick the dreaded things up later and throw them out.

Her hateful rant was interrupted by Silver's voice. "I like it. It's... classic. Then again, I sleep on a lump, hard mattress at home. So I could lay anywhere and be comfortable."

Nyx raised an eyebrow. Maybe all three of them were more alike than she thought. Funny how a mattress description could provide insight to someone's situation. "That's rough. When I was still a career, sometimes my father would keep me up for days. Saying it wasn't safe to sleep in the arena. It was part of his sick training program."

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Post by EVELANCHE WUHH? on Jan 14, 2011 18:34:56 GMT -5

PAISLEY ARMANDA BRIDGENNE // WHAT'S HER SONG?

^{Pais flipped herself over on the bed, and twirled so her feet were pressed up against the wall, and her stomach was resting on the thin lining that served as the only thing between her and the mattress. Her pale, oval face was propped in her thin, short fingers. Her eyes began to rest closed, thinking silently of her home and trying to ponder over whether or not she truly missed it. It hadn't struck her, but what if this 'vacationizing' of the event, (i.e. becoming completely disorganized and spontaneous) was really just concealing the blemishes of her longing for home life, or at leas the home life before her parents became thoughtless wrecks.

"I like it. It's..." The girl on the opposite side of the room, Silver, began to speak "classic. Then again, I sleep on a lump, hard mattress at home. So I could lay anywhere and be comfortable." Pais felt a considerable twinge of guilt. She had never lacked a warm place to sleep a day in her life. Whether she was in her own, queen-sized bed with soft, grey covers, or in a sleeping bag with a plush rug beneath her, Pais always had comfort beneath her back when she slumbered. Pais began to realized she was spoiled more tan what she was worth, and he bit her lip in hesitation. The teen had doubted that she could've related to Silver anyways, but it was difficult for her to conjure a picture of someone tossing about at night on something so unfitting. Then again, it was difficult for her to grasp a picture of something sleeping well on something so unfitting. She suddenly felt twinges of sympathy, but quickly recovered. She wanted this to be as normal as possible.

Paisley turned to her mother to ground her. The woman had snagged the bed furthest from her daughter on the opposite side of the room. She was sitting criss-crossed, like the ecstatic hippie she was. Pais laughed inside her head at the poor lady. Her mother could be so silly. Though the criss crossed position shouldn't have bothered her, it reminded her of the days her mother had once gone extravagant with the thought of something she called 'mediation.' That had been one year, perhaps Pais's eighth year walking Panem, and that was her first mention of it. It continued for nine months maybe, and her mother would only sit legs crossed, palms up, and in other various complicated poses. Sometimes she's try to drag Pais into the act, and try to pretzel her legs into impossible shapes. She's practice on smoothe, squishy rugs. She started to only wear dresses with flowers, and then she strted hanging weird floral creations around the house. But then day Paisley went quiet and found little to say for any longer. After her mother started noticing, her mother took down the decor, and thre her rugs into the back closet. She piled her floral dress into a stack and brought them down to the poorer side of the village, where ladies in dirty brown dresses, soaked from a gentle swim, devoured them into their worn arms. That was the last Pais ever heard of the word 'meditation.' And somehow, the fold of her mother's legs surged something powerful within her. Maybe the woman saw Pais looking, and she smiled. Pais turned away quickly, and looked at the wall.

"I was a smart mouthed teen once. Not too much different than you. I bet we have more in common than you think," Nyx said, with a struggling warmth in her voice. Pais smiled, beginning to understand the softness in her voice. She was trying, and that's what counted. It made her feel better that no one had taken her hard sarcasm to heart. It was something that Pais kept in her head. Everyone here had once been her age, and she hoped that Nyx wasn't the only one who recognized that. However, Pais was beginning to realize that they hadn't been quite the same. "'Appreciate that," Pais said quietly.

The moment of graciousness ended quickly. "That's rough. When I was still a career, sometimes my father would keep me up for days. Saying it wasn't safe to sleep in the arena. It was part of his sick training program."Nyx continued, in response to Silver. Paisley cringed. She hated thinking of the many careers within her district. No one should be trained to be bloodthisty before the age of eleven. it wasn't right. Sure, Pais had a steady, mature head on her shoulders, and she knew she could throw a decent punch, probably kick like a madman if she needed to, and could definitely run if she needed to, but she knew she hadn't been trained like Nyx had been, and how she was going to assume, perhaps, that Silver had, maybe. This is the difference between me and the world, Pais thought harshly to herself.}

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At the word "Career" I can feel myself become tense. I've never really liked Careers, except for Kresh. And I haven't seen him in a long, long time. I'm not sure if it means we broke up, or what, but whenever I try to remember why I ever had feelings for him, I just... can't.

I've had some bad experiences with those who trained for the Games, though. When I was younger, the older kids in school used to tease me. Then, they became Careers, and it just got worse. They taunted me about being weak. A freak who spent all her time in the water. What use was that?

Then, when I was nine, a tribute died drowning. He had been pretty strong, but he couldn't swim, and when those three just dumped him into the lake... well, he didn't stand a chance. The teasing stopped. They were forgiven. But never forgotten.

The thing is, Nyx seems really nice. I can't see her as a Career. Careers are mean, or at least, in my mind they are. I've seen them kill plenty of innocent kids on T.V. Their faces used to appear in my nightmares, before I developed my fear of drowning.

"You were a Career?" I ask, still lost in thought. Finally deciding to unpack, I move off my bed and search through my bag, trying to remember what outfits I have and what outfits I don't. I almost mention that I had a boyfriend who was a Career, but then I remember Paisly's mom is in the room, and decide against it. I need to make a good impression on the adults here. "That sounds awful. I don't go through training like that. No need. It's not like I'd have a family to come home to if I went in."

I shrug, holding up a pale blue top and frowning, unsure of what would match this. I yank out some jeans, put them together, and my frown deepens. Oh, well. It's not like I was going to make any new friends by my appearence, anyways.

I fold the two together, along with a few other outfits, and slide them under my bed before bounces back onto it and smiling slightly. I seem to be the one who sticks out in this odd group, but that's okay.

I learned years ago that blending in wasn't really my thing.

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"Appreciate that,"

"Anytime. We were all less than angelic kids at one time or another." She managed a halfway decent smile.

Nyx noticed Paisley seemed a little more comfortable with her now. That was a bit of a relief. Now the chances of the girl's mother giving Nyx a hard time was a little bit less, and that was enough to give her some sense of calm. No one wanted to be uptight, but many a time she just couldn't find it in herself to let things go. Nyx felt the urge to be in control of any situation she was in. Never giving anyone a chance to outdo her, or take her by surprise. But somehow Pais's presence was rather enjoyable, it took the edge off of the career instinct that bubbled just under the surface. There was always that chance that the dam would break and all hell would break lose, but it didn't seem like there was a danger of that happening tonight at least. And then there was Silver. It was obvious she came from a difficult background, something Nyx could sympathize with. I guess this is the room of misfits. The thought was accompanied by a twisted smile. Her parents surely didn't miss having her around, and Elian was gone. And that was fine by Nyx, she didn't miss them either.

Unfortunately Nyx slipped up, both girls seemed to cringe at the word career. Of course that would make just about any non-career uneasy. Now they must think I'm some sort of monster... Anger flared in Nyx for a moment. It wasn't her fault, her parents made her this way. She had no choice in the matter. They started her training so early she didn't even understand what was going on, or what the purpose was behind it all. A child as young as she had been has no means to disagree or dispute their parents. She had just gone along with it. It was the one time her daddy actually seemed to take any sort of interest in her. It was the only time her ever praised her for anything. Looking back Nyx felt like a fool. How didn't she know better than to fall into that trap? Because being a victor would have proved once and for all I wasn't worthless... She drew in a shuttering breath, rubbing her temples for a moment. Now was not the time to go to that place. She would just have to find a way to put the other girls at ease without sacrificing her stability. Not many could understand why Nyx did some of the things she did, but it all made perfect sense in her own mind. That's all that should matter, right? But no. Panem saw things differently, therefore she must be wrong. Majority rules, unless it goes against the Capitol's wishes... It really was a 'heads I win, tails you lose' kind of thing. And Nyx always seemed to be on the losing side of just about everything.

She forced her tone to stay even and light, despite her internal struggling. "You look like you think I'm going to do something terrible. I didn't have a choice in the matter, not when my father is a renown trainer of careers. We don't get to pick who our parents are after all. Really, I'm not going to hurt anyone. And besides, I've been retired for four years now...

Slowly Nyx glanced from Paisley to Silver, and back. Hoping she had managed to reassure them that she had no ill will toward either of them. As for Pais's mom, as long as she left her alone, Nyx had no issues. But right about now she felt like a fox cornered by a bunch of coyotes. Not knowing how they would react to her small confession was eating away at her. What could they do to her? Not much in actuality. But being outnumbered had always been a fear of Nyx's. Her hands twisted themselves into the blankets on her bed in an attempt to ground her. Ever so slowly she felt herself able to relax again. Four was full of careers, it wasn't like she was some oddity. There were many children trained for the Games. Most of them ended up like her... Damaged kids who had years of their lives put toward a goal they would never be able to reach. And of those who made it into the arena, even fewer came out alive. It was a fools dream. And she had been one of those idiots. One of those children who were never really kids. And it was all her parents fault. She hated them. They betrayed her, it was them who had turned her into something that she never wanted to be.

Nyx removed her pale hands from their death grip on her blankets. There was nothing left to be afraid of. Whatever her roommates wanted to think about her was set. She had explained herself without going into gory details, and that was the best she could do without driving herself further toward the edge. Still it amazed Nyx that Paisley and Silver hadn't reacted strong to her being a career. Sure, no negative reaction would have been better, but it could have been much worse. Neither of them ran screaming or scorned her. Stormy blue eyes seemed fixed on a random point in space while she argued with herself. There would always be things about Nyx that didn't make sense. Things she couldn't fix. Once you break a mirror, the pieces are almost impossible to pick up. And even when you tried, you are getting cut all the while. Those cuts never quite closed either, there was always going to be a small trickle of blood. In Nyx's case it was less like a trickle and more like a steady stream. The story of her life was painted in her own blood. The story of her father's painted in the blood of others. And they wasn't anything in life hot enough to cauterize the wounds.

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Post by EVELANCHE WUHH? on Jan 18, 2011 20:19:34 GMT -5

PAISLEY ARMANDA BRIDGENNE // WHAT'S HER SONG?

^{"Anytime. We were all less than angelic kids at one time or another."Pais lessened her smile, but the remnants of a grateful grin still danced on her tongue. It felt good when people understood that people, especially children, made mistakes. It also felt good that Nyx saw that Pais was probably mature enough to handle not being disciplined for her mouth. Hell, Pais knew kids who were twice as roudy as her, or in Nyx's words 'less than angelic.' She smirked. Though not exactly someone who acquired 100% perfect grades or even a perfect record among strict peacekeepers, the District Four inhabitant was a good enough kid.

"That sounds awful. I don't go through training like that. No need. It's not like I'd have a family to come home to if I went in." Paisley turned to the sound of Silver's voice. This girl had clearly had a rough past, but one thing that troubled Paisley was that she didn't hesitate to bring it up. Pais was lucky and had received a comfortable life with enough money to get by, plus a little luxury. The girl usually wasn't hesitant to listen, but she felt as though Silver wasn't trying very hard to make Pais, with her obviously cushy lifestyle, feel too at home. Nevermind, the teen wasn't interested in having expectations around here. If Silver was going to bring it up, let her. Paisley had a knack for listening. She wouldn't let the uncomfortable topic get to her.

"You look like you think I'm going to do something terrible. I didn't have a choice in the matter, not when my father is a renown trainer of careers. We don't get to pick who our parents are after all. Really, I'm not going to hurt anyone. And besides, I've been retired for four years now..." The older woman spoke, and it distracted from Silver. Pais was relaxed about Nyx. To be honest, she had stopped feeling threatened. Sure, she knew she was probably the weakest here, but she had a confidence that neither Nyx, or even Silver were going to hurt her. After she had listened to them both speaking, she felt as though if she didn't trust them, she at least trusted them not to totally rip her guts out.

"I understand," Pais said very quietly, not particularly caring if she was heard.

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