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luciddreamingcrow · 1 year

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Abandoned by The Creator{Sagau}

Summery: After your friend decided to move on from genshin they give you their acc to play with.

Some context before reading!!: in this sagau the characters see their original owner of the acc as the creator

Gene & Warnings: angst(?), fluff, themes of abandonment, also I most likely misscharacterized some characters here and there!

After some more weeks they still haven't lost hope, they still waited in the same spot that they were left at. The creators mains started to panic wandering if they weren't enough for them, blaming themselves for what happened.

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After a few days passed and still nothing, why isn't the creator coming back? Every single character was thinking why would they abandon them? We're they doing to low dmg? Weren't they good enough? Are they ok behind the screen? They couldn't think of any other reason why the creator was gone, at the 30th day of the creator not logging in the characters assumed that they were just burned out and were just busy, they'll come back eventually.

But atlas they logged in! But it wasn't the creator that logged in, but it was you, they have heard of you when the creator would talk to you or text you, your characters would visit their world and defeat bosses together once in a while, but where's the creator? Why are you here instead of the creator? Where is the creator in the first place? Has the creator abandoned them? Everything was so confusing but they still were obeying your commands (well not everyone) doing the daily commissions quests etc. Some of them rebelled against your wishes, like for example:

Whenever you'd pres W to walk they would disobey and use their still or their burst out of spite just to annoy you,

or when you'd cook they would never give you a bonus or their specialty,

or whenever you'd enchant a artifact they would purposely try to get the artifact to land on flat defense or hp and never the substat you want.

But this rebellion wouldn't last for that long, because eventually they would notice the amount of effort you are putting on them, from the way you pamper them with new artifacts, new weapons or even giving them some precious constellations, some of them even got a place specifically made for them in the teapot.

But not every main reacted the same way to this major change

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✧°These characters accepted the fact that the creator won't return and made peace with it and in the end accepted you as their new creator, for now they are enjoying the luxuries that you are gifting them, but there's still a hint of yearning for their first creator:

Kokomi, Kazuha, Albedo, Candice, Thoma, Yungin, Nilou, Ningguang, Xiangling, Yanfei, Layla.

✧°These characters accepted the fact that the creator won't return but they are still way too emotionally attached the the creator but they try to move on and be thankful that they have someone else to take care of them but they are afraid to get too attached to you:

Diluc, Noelle, Kayea, Sucrose, Yaoyao, Yae Miko.

✧°At first they refused that the creator isn't coming back, always hoping that one day they'll be back, but after a long period of time they accept that the creator just won't come back. They may have accepted this fact and might accept the fact that now you are the creator and cherish you but their harts will belong to the first creator and nobody else:

Ayaka, Jean, Nahida, Alhaitham, Beidou, Thoma, Barbara.

✧°These characters need a bit more time to process this huge change, they are still confused and unsure whether not to trust you, will you abandon them like the creator did? They are not sure but give them some time and they will warm up eventually:

Itto, Shenhe, Ganyu, Tighnari, Bennett, Ei, Xingqiu, Yelan, Kuki Shinobu, Sara, Lisa.

✧°These characters wouldn't show any sign of sadness or confusion but they feel betrayed beyond words, and how dare the creator abandon them! Doesn't the creator have at least pity on them? after what they have been though? They would most likely side with the new creator out of spite just to "show" the first creator what they are missing because they "choose" to abandon them:

(more mad than sad) Scaramouche, Diona, Ayato(?), Rosaria.

(more sad than mad) Fischl, Childe, Mona, Xiao.

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assortedseaglass · 9 months

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The Seamstress & The Sailor - Volume II

Chapter Nineteen

[Masterlist]

Warnings: Strong Language, Smut, Violence, Depictions of War, Death, Injury Detail, Mentions of Sexual Assault, Depictions of Reproductive Health, Suicidal Thoughts, World on Fire Spoilers

Word Count: 1.6K

September 1940

The night was drawn. In the corner of the small kitchen, the wireless crackled.

“It was a service shelter I went to, and one of the most cheering sights I’ve seen since the raids started. I’ve been around the streets on one job or another, but I’ve never seen anything to equal this shelter for comfort and cheerfulness. All the people come from a nearby blocks of flats. The families have decorated the walls with pictures of film stars, and the children have hung up paper streamers. Along one wall are chairs and a few tables, and when I went in all the women were knitting very busily. There was a babble of talk and most of the children were playing cards.”

“I hope Mrs Mason’s children are listening,”

“Don’t be a snob, Dot.”

“They could be quiet and play cards, rather than clattering about. Don’t know why we bother with the blackouts, the Jerries’ll find us from their shrieking and shouting.”

From her perch by the hearth, curled up like a cat in her father’s armchair, Bess smiled. The newspaper lay forgotten on her lap as she watched her sisters. Cora was at the sink, preparing potatoes for the following day, Dot looking into the mantel piece mirror, rolling her hair for bed. At the kitchen table, two figures hunched over the wireless. One with sandy hair, once blond now fading with age, the other under his raid warden’s hat. In each of their hands, a cup of steaming tea. Black, no milk. Milk was hard to come by these days.

Bess could have been content. Content, were it not for the blackouts in the windows, the fire and candles casting shadows across their gaunt faces, the hush of the street beyond. Content, if Tom Bennett were not God knows where. She checked her sisters. Cora was still tutting at Dot. She checked her father and Douglas. They were silent, staring into space as they listened to the radio broadcast. Certain she was safe, Bess extracted the folded paper from the pocket of her slacks and hid it behind the newspaper.

…The Palais better still be standing when I get back. I don’t mind if some of the mills get blown up, even better if a bomb lands on Walter Watson’s place, but if the Palais goes I’m done for. So will you be, my girl. I’ll have to expend my energy somewhere…

Bess’ stomach flipped.

“Come away from the fire,” Cora smacked Bess’s legs off the grate they were propped on. “You’ve gone all flushed.”

“It’s nice,” Bess swallowed the lump in her throat away. “The flat’s freezing.”

“When are you back on shift, Bess?” Douglas was watching her, soft-eyed and gentle.

“Tomorrow,”

“Fancy a cycle?” Bess nodded her reply and Douglas smiled, his eyes crinkling at the edges.

“Douglas is too good to you. I hope you’re grateful, my love.” Fergal didn’t look up from his position by the wireless.

“Both the Bennett men are good to our Bess, dadda.” Dot smirked. “Mind my curls!” Cora had swiped at her with a tea towel. A small gargle distracted them all. Bess looked down. Wrapped in knitted blankets of blue, little baby Vera stretched in her basket. A small hand balled its fist and her little rosebud lips parted with a quiet smack as she yawned.

“Are you sure you don’t mind having her tonight?” Douglas whispered.

“Don’t be silly,” Cora rubbed his shoulder.

“No offence, Douglas, but you could use a good night’s sleep.” Cora shot Dot a look but the others laughed. Bess reached out to stroke the baby’s soft cheek with the back of her finger. She settled quickly, her little breaths huffing in and out. A fresh heat lit in Bess’ stomach, and she traced the edges of Tom’s letter.

…I can’t wait to be back with you all. Even Dad! It feels like we’ve turned a page since Vera came along. It’s like you said, when babes come along we see the world with fresh eyes. I think me and dad are seeing each other clearly for the first time in years. All because of Vera. That miraculous thing, you called her. I came back that day scared Dad and Lois would have moved on without me, and that you hated me still. I didn’t expect to feel more love than I have in my life. You know me, I’m not a broody man. But the sight of that little one makes me half mad with wanting one. What do you say, love? Shall we get some practice in…

“I’m off.” Bess jolted in her seat. Douglas was stood over her.

“Oh, right, yeah.” She stood and wrapped her arms around him, inhaling the comforting scent of his aftershave and laundry detergent. “I’ll knock in the morning, before my shift?”

“Aye,” he placed his cap on his head and bent over the basket, placing a kiss on his granddaughter’s chubby cheek. “Goodnight my sweet one.” He patted a hand on the shoulders of the other three, opened the Vaughns’ front door and slipped into the quiet street.

She couldn’t breathe, but somehow, she knew she was alive. Beneath her heavy chest, her heart was beating a tattoo.

“Bess, love, come on. Get up.” Cora’s voice was serious.

“I’m going to help Mrs Mason with the children. See you there.” Dot’s voice was distant, and Bess could faintly make out her footsteps hurrying away. She raised herself from sleep only to have her head cleaved in two by a great caterwauling beyond the windows.

The air raid siren. It wailed its tormented voice into the chill air. Up and down. Up and down. The race was on. Bess flung the blanket from her body, pulled her jumper over her nightdress and reached for a pair of woollen socks. Cora was already racing down the stairs. Bess grabbed Tom’s letter, and the photograph she always carried with her, and placed them in the basket alongside baby Vera. Holding the basket firmly in her arms, she descended the stairs after her sister.

“I’ve got your coat, Bess.”

Bess shoved her feet into her brogues, not bothering with the laces and hurried through the kitchen to the back door, out of the gate and into the ginnel. Residents were shuffling along the wet cobbles, some muttering their annoyance at the Germans, others with terror wide in their eyes. Mrs Flaherty was struggling with her shawl. Bess draped it over her shoulders and with the baby and basket under one arm, used the other to guide her to the shelter at the end of the road. Fergal was already there, whistle blowing, shepherding his little community to safety. Behind them, the street was dark except for the glistening of the moonlit rain on the stone.

Bess caught up with her sisters as they queued to get in, Dot with Mrs Mason’s youngest on her hip, Cora worrying her lip between her teeth as planes roared overhead. Enemy or ally, they couldn’t tell. Bess took her hand.

“Roger’s the best pilot they have. He’ll be fine.”

Just as Cora looked at Bess, eyes bright with tears, an almighty bang split the air. Blisters of brick and mortar rained down from the sky. Vera screamed at the top her lungs as the other children began to cry. Through the dust cloud, Fergal’s whistled screeched.

“Dadda!” Dot handed off the girl to Mrs Mason and pelted after her father as he ran towards the street.

“Dot!” Cora caught her hand as they turned into the road. Whistles and torch beams pierced the smog, the air raid siren still crying as distant ambulances joined its howling. By the time Bess caught up with them the air had cleared, and hot fear froze her whole. The roof of the Bennett’s home was gone, bricks from the front wall cluttering the street. It was as if it had been cut in two, its organs spilling into the road. Glass crunched under the wardens’ feet as they shouted in nearby houses for anyone that may have been left behind. Bess’ eyes flitted across the road. The windows of the Vaughns’ home had been blown away in the blast, but mercifully, their home still stood.

“Thanks God we have Vera,” Dot choked.

“It’s ok,” Cora soothed her little sister. “Douglas will be in the shelter. He’s a light sleeper, nothing could stop him hearing that siren.”

But Bess hadn’t seen him in the crush to get to the shelter. Nor had she seen him in the queue. Near tripping on her untied laces, she raced to the shelter. Frank Smith was waiting at the door in his warden’s hat. He reached for her elbow.

“Let’s get you inside, Bess-”

She wrenched away from him. “Fuck off, Frank. Douglas? Has anyone seen Douglas Bennett?” The faces that looked back at her from the darkness were blank, scared, confused. Helpless. “No. No. Shit.” Bess ran back outside, ignoring Frank’s angry shouts for her and her sisters to get in the shelter. Her sisters had their backs to her, facing the street as a weary figure made its lonely way towards them. Fergal. He took Cora and Dot by the arms and led them to the shelter, faltering in his steps when he saw Bess. His eyes, like Cora’s, were wide with tears. Blood was spattered on his hands. His steps were weary, too weary to catch Bess as her feet gave way, and she fell to the ground.

Notes: We're back, babies!!! Let's see what Volume II has in store for Tom and Bess, shall we? (please check the warnings in case you haven't watched the new series/will struggle with some of the content)

The transcript at the beginning is a real broadcast from September/October 1940. Its quite easy to find archived radio broadcasts if anyone is interested!

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harleychick91 · 6 months

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SuperCorptober Day 22: Art

Friends To Lovers

“You seem rather perky today,” Lena grinned. “What is it?” Taking her normal seat on the couch, the businesswoman studied me. “Something good happen at work?”

Sitting, I unpacked our lunch. “Sort of. It does deal with work but not totally.” Pulling out my phone, I brought up a picture and gave my phone to Lena. “Have you heard of this new artist, Sarah Bennett? Some of her paintings are in the newest collection at the art gallery in town.”

“The one that opened last month?” A dark brow rose.

“Yes. I’ve saved a few pictures if you want to swipe through them. Beyond the woman’s name, there’s virtually zero information about her. Miss Grant wants me to find out who she is for an exclusive.”

Handing me my phone back, Lena nodded. “How do you plan to do that?”

Grinning, I shrugged. “I was hoping you knew something about her since you know people in the art world. Or maybe a lead on the type of art she does? My guess is that she orders all of the art supplies online and has them delivered so she can keep her identity secret.”

“Maybe she wants to stay hidden?” Lena offered. “Like Supergirl.”

“Possibly. If that is the case, I’d write the article without revealing too much.”

“You do have that talent,” the brunette smiled. “You always respect the person you’re interviewing and never write something they truly want to keep private.” Lena chuckled. “I’d know.”

“I do my best.” Looking back at the pictures, I chewed the inside of my cheek. “She captures her subjects in a way that’s incredible. Each detail is done with such care. With the amount of paintings in the gallery, she must have a studio somewhere in town.”

“It sounds like you have a crush on Sarah Bennett,” Lena teased. “Is there something you want to tell me?”

Heat crept up my neck. “Oh, I don’t… It’s just…her art is…”

“Kara,” Lena placed a hand on my arm, “I’m joking. I’m glad you enjoy her art. If I find anything out, you’ll be the first to know.”

“Thank you. I really appreciate it,” I smiled. “Now, let’s eat!”

“Yes,” the CEO laughed. “I don’t want you to get in trouble for being late again.”

Xxx

A few days passed and I still had no leads on Sarah Bennett. Sighing, I stared at the blinking cursor on my empty word document. “Kara Danvers?”

Looking up, I raised my hand. “Over here.”

“I have a delivery.” Placing an 8x10 package on my desk, the man smiled. “Sign here.” Doing as asked, he tipped his hat. “Thank you. Have a good day.”

“You too.” Carefully, I unwrapped the brown paper. A soft gasp escaped my throat when I saw myself staring back. Oh, gosh. This is gorgeous! Unfolding a note, my cheeks flushed.

To my greatest admirer. This is how I see you. -Sarah B

Placing the note down, I picked up the painting. I look beautiful in this. Whoever this woman is, she sees me in a way I don’t see myself. I have to find her.

Walking past my desk, Winn stopped. “Wow. That’s incredible. Who’s it from?”

“Sarah Bennett.” I slid the note under my arm. “I guess she found out I’m a fan of her work.”

“Does Miss Grant know yet?” The man grinned. “She’s going to freak.”

“No. It just arrived.”

“Have fun dodging her,” he murmured.

Taking my lunch break, I kept thinking about the painting. I wish I knew more about her. If I knew something, anything, maybe I could find her. Grasping at straws, I found myself in front of the art gallery. Maybe the owner knows something.

Entering the gallery, I went to the new artist section. My jaw slacked seeing a new painting. It was two women, one blonde and one brunette, sitting at a small table at a local coffee shop. That looks like me and Lena.

“Kara, you’re back.” John, the owner, came to stand beside me. “It just arrived this morning. She named it: Friends To Lovers.”

My stomach dropped. How does she know?

Finish reading on AO3 or FFN

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themattress · 6 months

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Favorite Arch Enemies

Beyond all of the ones that I've already covered, anyway.

The Joker - Here he is, at long last. The man, the legend, the Clown Prince of Crime himself. In my opinion, the Joker is the greatest arch-nemesis in the history of fiction because he compliments his heroic adversary perfectly. Batman is a dark, brooding, frightening figure with a semi-demonic visage, yet he is a hero dedicated to the cause of justice and protecting the innocent citizens of Gotham City. The Joker is a bright, colorful, exuberant and funny clown, something that's supposed to bring joy and laughter to others, yet he is a nihilistic, psychopathic criminal whose only goal in life is to spread death, destruction and chaos through Gotham City because that's what brings him joy and laughter. It's just such a natural conflict: the miserable vigilante vs. the happy murderer, law vs. anarchy, order vs. chaos, hope vs. despair, purpose vs. purposelessness....a battle that is truly timeless, which is why it has endured since 1940. Outside of comic books, the Joker has been depicted masterfully by Cesar Romero, Jack Nicholson, Heath Ledger, Cameron Monaghan, Joaquin Phoenix, Barry Keoghan, Kevin Michael Richardson, Jeff Bennett, Richard Epcar, John DiMaggio, Michael Emerson, Troy Baker, Christopher Corey Smith, Zack Galifianakis, Jeff Bergman, Tony Hale, Alan Tudyk, Mick Wingert.....and of course by Mark Hamill, perhaps his definitive portrayer.

Doctor Octopus - In the realm of comic book superheroes, Spider-Man's assortment of villains comes second only to Batman's. And his arch-foe is Doctor Otto Octavius, aka "Doc Ock". Octavius is much like Peter Parker, except older, crankier, and much more prideful. Like Peter, he invokes an eight-legged creature - an octopus rather than a spider - and takes it a step further through the usage of four mechanical arms attached to his spine. But while Peter had to learn to put aside his hurt feelings and inflated ego because "with great power comes great responsibility", Ock is more a believer in "with great power comes great domination of everyone weaker". Many of Spider-Man's greatest battles have been against this mad genius who seeks to enforce his sense of superiority upon the world. Actors who have portrayed Ock outside of comics include Vernon Chapman, Stan Jones, Michael Bell, Efrem Zimbalist Jr., Rodger Bumpass, Alfred Molina, Joe Alaskey, Peter MacNicol, Tom Kenny, Scott Menville and William Salyers, with Kathryn Hahn portraying a female version in Into the Spider-Verse.

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evita-shelby · 6 months

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Tie your heart to mine

Chapter 17

Charlie knows Harry Chase is what’s stopping Lois from becoming serious about him.

He would’ve hoped she’d gotten over him after six months of silence, but the fucker stayed there on her heart like he was branded on it. He really likes Lois, she was beautiful, kind, politically minded like him and so determined to shine no matter what cloud stood in her way.

“Something came in for your sister’s, ah, friend.” His father said, refusing to call Lois anything else but Diane’s friend. He hates Tom for obvious reasons, and despite how well he gets on with Douglas, he refused to acknowledge that Diane will be Diane Bennett come hell or high water.

Thomas Shelby holds a thick envelope marked with the neat handwriting of Florence Rosenburg ---or Frida Solomons as she had been named at birth--- naming Henry Chase.

It had Harry’s picture, name, address and other pertinent things. There was also a file wedged inside it with a sperate photograph held to it with a paper clip. He could decipher the top of a blonde woman’s head.

Charlie is no idiot.

Harry Chase had gotten married in Poland, that is why he never wrote back. Not only married a different girl, but a blonde.

Lois will be crushed.

“I can take it to Diane, maybe she can break the news gently to her.” Charlie says fighting the urge to peek into the files and see what this dime a dozen interpreter had that he didn’t.

Henry Chase was handsome, blue-eyed and the type of boy girls like his own sister would sigh over. Had he been available, he knows they’d be having this conversation about how to break this to Diane.

“If you are a gentleman, you will leave that file unopened.” His father sat back on his chair and stared at his son to see what he’d do. “If you are my son, you will open it and take flowers to console the girl.”

That settled it.

“And because I am your son and a gentleman, I will be leaving it closed and buying flowers for Lois.” Charlie knows his father was expecting him to do the latter –unless mama was nearby then he was the perfect gentleman she raised him to be--- and the man looked positively proud that he found a great space in the middle for himself. “Do you have anything for Dia?”

“Keep Douglas’ boy out of her bed for me, your mother doesn’t want a grandchild for her birthday.”

Despite his resolve to become a pacifist, Tom cannot escape fate. Or so he says when he is provoked by some young man he knows and joins the navy to show he is not a coward.

“We could run to Mexico, the war won’t touch it for a while. We could live there in the sun, on the house by the beach.” Diane suggests gently pushing his hair away from his face as they lounged in the couch.

He’d come here after a row with his dad, with Lois and him leaving on the same train, poor Douglas was at his wit’s end. Lois told him their dad had a night terror and chewed him out for not being there for him, Tom now felt guilty for causing him such trouble.

Always causing trouble for him, he’d said as he’d come in and asked her to join him on her couch.

And what better way to assuage his guilt for leaving him than by pretending the world doesn’t exist beyond the door of her room.

No sex, just them cuddling on her too small couch pretending to hear the opera playing in her wireless.

“No. And leave dad all alone when Lois is going too? Can’t do that to him.” I’ve already disappointed him enough. Rather die a hero instead of a coward, Diane can hear the words as if he’d said them. “Besides we’ll win the war, we’ll get married and tell little Vera and Junior about how daddy became a war hero.”

He is saying that to make her feel better as if he wasn’t the one going to his death. You’d think their hypothetical children would be the last thing on his mind.

“Not even married yet and you’re thinking of having a second child, Tommy.” She looked up at him to see that cheeky grin of his.

“Gotta give you something to do while I’m at sea, Mrs. Bennett.” The way he says it makes her forget this isn’t them joking about their future life together. “Gotta give me reasons to keep my mouth shut and stay alive.”

Sounds so sure of it, as if he was the one afflicted with clairvoyance instead of her.

“You shouldn’t say things like that, I might believe you.” She warns him and part of her hoping he means it.

“Why not, my wages and my leave time go up if I’m married and we could share the lease until I save enough to pay for half the house we’ll get.” So he had been given it a thought or two when he was in jail.

Two weeks alone can do that to you.

“Tell me the other reason, Tom.” There is one. One reason he’s afraid to say. Not afraid for her saying no, but afraid because he might never come back.

“If you’re my wife, I can leave knowing you’d take care of Lois and my dad for me.” He can be serious when he needs to be, most people take what they see thinking there’s isn’t much else to Tom.

But there was.

His jokes, brashness and carelessness were his way of moving through life. When you needed him to be serious, to be the man he knows he must be, he delivered on that.

“I’d take care of them for you even without a ring, Tom.” The witch let her hand trail down the side of his face and tried her best not to think about him never coming back.

“But I want to. We can marry later, when the war ends or never if that’s what you want. Fuck, you don’t even have to give me an answer now. Won’t leave for training yet, anyways.”

Diane knows the answer, there’s no need to think it, but she can’t seem to voice it.

The witch is relieved when Mrs. Johnson interrupts saying Charlie’s calling from the station.

While Diane and Charlie claim it’s a bad idea to look at files meant for someone else, Tom has no qualms in reading what Shelby managed to find on Posh Boy.

It was worse than any of them had initially thought.

Harry finding a girl in Warsaw was not a big deal.

Harry marrying a girl in Warsaw and bringing her and her little brother to Manchester was.

To think Tom had stuck up for him when Lois asked him his opinion on Harry’s silence the day he came back from Strangeways.

His sister was going to be crushed. She’d already said he had been different when she saw him a few nights ago at the dance hall and then last night at his mother’s.

She’d come back angry or so his dad had said when he asked why she was stomping around looking like she could burst into tears or kill a man at breakfast.

Fuck.

She already knew, probably met the new Mrs. Chase and had her heart broken at the old bat’s house.

“I could break the news to her if you want.” Diane offers and he shook his head. Lois deserved to hear it from the people who loved her most.

If Diane told her it would have her shooting the messenger. She’d lash out thinking they could’ve spared her the heartache and humiliation yesterday evening.

“Has to be me. If anyone has to break Lois’ heart with the news, it has to be me.” Tom only shook his head and closed the file holding a photograph of Harry and the girl, Kasia something, on their wedding day. “If you want to show her not all Posh Boys are the same, Shelby, she’s doing a farewell show tomorrow night.”

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