The drive back to the bunker passed in a relatively calm atmosphere, aside from the muttering man in an unconscious state on the back seat of the Impala. This man was an elderly professor named Donatello, who, against his will, had become a prophet due to an unnatural coincidence of circumstances.
The number of shocks Donatello had to face ultimately led him first to want to escape from the moving car, and in the end to lose consciousness after learning who was sitting next to him in the back seat.
Alex, sitting next to Donatello in the back seat of the Impala, carefully adjusted the elderly professor's head so he wouldn't hit it even harder. After adjusting Donatello's head, Alex returned to what he had been doing before — replying to messages from the girls in the family chat.
He understood that his work in this world would soon be over, and he was already fully planning a family vacation with his entire family, which all the girls were only happy about. After all, they knew that a family vacation with their husband and daughters would be filled with chaos and fun, which they had already started to miss.
Thinking about where they could go as a whole family to create many memorable impressions, Alex wrote to the girls that he had several interesting world options where they could go for a family vacation. After sending the message to the family chat, he put his phone back in his pocket.
"How's our newly minted prophet doing?" Dean asked, looking in the rearview mirror.
"Still muttering in his sleep. I don't know what he's dreaming about. But apparently he really loved his cat Mr. Pickles," Alex said, leaning forward and resting his arms on Dean's seat.
"He named his cat Mr. Pickles? What a strange name for a cat," Sam said in a surprised tone after hearing the cat's name.
Not only Sam was surprised — even Dean chuckled slightly upon hearing the cat's nickname. Dean even imagined for a moment that Donatello's cat really looked like a pickled cucumber.
Imagining this in his head, Dean couldn't help but laugh at his own joke. Hearing Dean's laughter, Alex and Sam looked at him, expecting to hear his next stupid joke. And just as Dean was about to voice the joke he had come up with, muttering came from the back seat again.
"No, Mr. Pickles, I already fed you twice," Donatello's muttering voice sounded next to Alex.
Hearing Donatello's muttering, Dean and Sam, sitting in the front, simultaneously turned their heads and saw the unconscious Donatello lightly waving his hand as if shooing away his cat. Donatello himself was still waving his hand in his sleep, shooing away his cat, and almost hit Alex in the face. Quickly pulling his head back to avoid an accidental hit to the face, Alex sighed heavily.
Placing his hand on Donatello's face, Alex turned the elderly professor away from himself. As soon as Alex did this, Donatello began to snore loudly, wrapped up in his own jacket. Watching this spectacle, Dean and Sam barely held back their laughter. And holding back laughter became increasingly difficult when Donatello, between snores, continued to mutter strange things, including mentions of his cat Mr. Pickles.
Chuckling, Alex turned away and looked out the window. At that moment, Alex was thinking about resting and doing nothing. And what brought him joy was that all of this would soon be over, and he would be able to rest properly.
A couple of hours later, the Impala reached the bunker. Turning into the underground parking lot, Dean slowed down to drive inside carefully. Neither Alex nor Dean wanted to return to the bunker at this time because Chuck had settled here, thinking that everything was going according to the script he had written. Turning off the engine, Dean pulled the keys out of the ignition and turned around. Sam also turned around, and they looked at Donatello, who still hadn't woken up.
"Alright, time to wake up our prophet. We need to introduce him to Chuck. And then go see Metatron," Dean said, looking at Alex.
"Agreed, we need to find out what Metatron wants to show us," Sam said, nodding and agreeing with Dean's words.
Alex just shrugged and turned to Donatello. Raising his hand, Alex lightly patted Donatello on the cheeks to bring him to his senses. Donatello began to wake up after several slaps to the face. Slightly shuddering, Donatello opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw in front of him were Alex's rainbow eyes.
Swallowing hard, Donatello slowly turned his head to the side and met the gazes of Dean and Sam. At that same moment, the realization hit Donatello that what had happened to him was not a nightmare he had dreamed. And all those terrible events that had happened to him were real, especially the truth that he had become a prophet.
Donatello did what any sane person would do in this situation. He grabbed the door handle and began pulling it to escape. He didn't want to be a prophet and certainly didn't want to sit next to Alex.
With a panicked expression on his face, Donatello yanked the door handle, thinking only about escaping. When the door didn't open, Donatello sharply turned around and pressed his back against the door, looking warily at Alex, Dean, and Sam. Donatello was especially afraid of Alex because he had learned that he was Death.
"Alright, Donatello, that's enough. We understand, you're scared. You don't understand what's happening. We'll explain everything to you. We just need your help to find Amara, and that's it," Sam said in a calm tone, trying to calm Donatello down.
"I… I… I can't do this! Don't ask me. I didn't sign up for this!" Donatello spoke quickly, shaking his head negatively to make it clear that he didn't want to get involved in any of this.
"You can do everything. You just need to try," Dean said, looking at Donatello with a calm gaze.
"No, I swear, I can't!" Donatello practically shouted, continuing to shake his head negatively.
"We can't force you to believe in this. You have to believe in yourself. If you don't believe in yourself, Donatello, then believe in my belief in you," Alex said with a serious expression on his face, placing his hand on Donatello's shoulder.
Donatello shuddered slightly, feeling Alex's hand on his shoulder. He was still afraid of Alex, and anyone in his place would be afraid, knowing that Death himself was sitting next to him. Barely holding back his laughter, Donatello looked at Alex, trying not to move or say anything extra, fearing that one wrong word and he would be dead.
Sam nodded in agreement with Alex's words, showing Donatello that they weren't going to harm him. After all, they just needed his help to find Amara. Donatello struggled to contain his emotions, trying to choose the right words so as not to offend anyone and to make it clear that he simply didn't believe.
"You do understand that this is the same as making me believe in Santa Claus," Donatello said in a worried tone, trying to convey his thoughts.
"Well, actually…" Alex began, raising a finger.
"Alex, not now… Listen, Donatello, we're not asking you to believe. Just pretend that you believe," Sam said, interrupting Alex and trying to calm the worried Donatello.
"Right, people always pretend to believe. And you can do it too," Dean said, nodding his head and showing that it wasn't that difficult.
Donatello opened his mouth and immediately closed it, not knowing what he should say. He was still panicking because of what had happened to him and what he still had to do. And like any sane person, he simply didn't want to get involved in any of this. Especially if it was connected with God and his so-called pissed-off sister who wanted to destroy everything.
The thought of getting involved in something like this didn't even cross his mind, let alone helping. Donatello began to shake his head negatively, continuing to repeat that he couldn't help with anything. But suddenly Donatello fell silent, and his gaze became glassy, as if he had felt or seen something. A strange feeling began to spread inside Donatello, which he couldn't express in a single word.
Trying to explain what he was feeling, Donatello asked to open the car doors because he wanted to get out. Sam looked at Dean and asked him to open the doors for Donatello. When the doors opened, Donatello, still muttering to himself and trying to describe his strange feeling, got out of the car.
"I'll go after him. I think he felt Chuck," Sam said, quickly getting out of the Impala to follow Donatello.
When Sam got out of the Impala, Alex and Dean exchanged glances and simultaneously shook their heads. They really found it funny how Chuck was pretending to be God, but they couldn't do anything about it yet. After all, some part of Alex's plans had not yet been implemented, and that was why they had to wait.
Getting out of the Impala, Alex and Dean wanted to change into casual clothes to go meet Metatron and finish this matter as quickly as possible. Walking down the corridor to their rooms, Dean looked at Alex with undisguised amusement in his eyes.
"Dude, that was a quote from Gurren Lagann, right?" Dean asked, barely holding back his laughter as he looked at Alex.
"I don't know what you're talking about. I just told Donatello what he wanted to hear," Alex said, stopping at his room.
"Yeah, sure. I almost believed you. If only we hadn't watched that anime last week," Dean said with a chuckle, giving Alex an amused look.
Alex dryly cleared his throat, pretending he hadn't heard Dean's words, and entered his room. Entering his room, Alex changed with magic into his everyday outfit, consisting of a thin black coat, a black T-shirt, and black jeans.
After changing, Alex sat down on the chair and took his phone out of his pocket to pass the time. He definitely didn't want to talk to Chuck and play along too much in this whole spectacle without visible necessity. Spinning on the chair, Alex texted with Enid, who was bragging that they had gone to play baseball.
Immediately after that, Enid began sending her selfies and other photos she had managed to take. Alex wasn't surprised that they had gone to play baseball at the Cullens' usual spot. Flipping through the photos, Alex saw a photo of Doll in baseball clothes and immediately saved it to his separate folder.
Flipping further through the photos, Alex saw Enid and Alice in identical very colorful baseball uniforms. The next photo was a selfie of Enid against the background of Samantha and Lucina, whose faces looked as if they would have preferred a regular walk in the woods instead of playing baseball.
But the next photo made Alex open his mouth in shock. He saw Wednesday and Alessa dressed in black baseball uniforms. And the only question spinning in his head was: how on earth had they managed to convince Wednesday to wear something like that. Looking at the photo of Wednesday, Alex wondered how they had managed to convince her to take part in all of this.
Wanting to know the answer, Alex quickly typed a message to Enid. Enid's reply came very quickly with a simple explanation that Wednesday was thirsty for revenge. And in Alex's head there was only one assumption about who Wednesday was going to take revenge on. And it could only be Emmett, who could make very peculiar jokes, as always. Mentally offering a prayer for Emmett's safety, Alex wished the girls luck in their game.
"Hey, dude. Have you seen my laptop? Did I accidentally leave it with you?… And what are you laughing at?" Dean asked, entering Alex's room.
"The girls went to play baseball… And your laptop is probably in Chuck's hands," Alex said, turning his phone screen toward Dean.
Dean grimaced in disgust that Chuck was touching his things. Dean even thought after that about burning his laptop and buying a new one. But he still showed interest in the fact that the girls had gone to play baseball. Dean looked at the photos Enid had sent. Dean thought it would be nice to play like that too sometime.
But his smile faltered when he saw the photo of Wednesday. Like Alex, Dean had the question of how this had happened. Hearing the reason, Dean could only wish Emmett luck. While Alex and Dean were laughing, Sam entered the room, already changed into casual clothes.
"How's Donatello after meeting Chuck?" Alex asked, putting his phone in his pocket and looking at Sam.
"Well, I think he's a little in shock… You know, as it usually happens," Sam said with a strained smile, shaking his head slightly.
"Yeah, shock, panic, and all that other shit. Did you settle our newly minted prophet?" Dean said carelessly, shrugging and lazily gesturing with his hand.
"Ah yes… Yes, I settled him. He needs some time to get used to everything… So are we ready to go see Metatron?" Sam said thoughtfully, nodding and showing that he was ready to go.
Alex and Dean nodded understandingly, even if they knew the truth about who Chuck really was. Especially Dean perfectly understood this feeling. After all, if it weren't for the spell that calmed the mind, it would have been just as difficult for Dean to accept all the truth he had learned.
This time Alex suggested teleporting straight to Metatron so as not to waste time driving the Impala. Dean and Sam didn't object to Alex's suggestion, and both of them wanted to finish this as quickly as possible and return to the rest of their business.
Seeing their agreement, Alex stood up from the chair, placed his hands on Dean's and Sam's shoulders, and at that same moment they disappeared from the room. The next moment Alex, Dean, and Sam appeared in an alley near the bar where Metatron was. Coming out of the alley, they saw a small bar on the other side of the street with a country-style sign.
"Alright, let's finish this quickly and go home," Dean sighed, getting ready to cross to the other side of the street.
"And, Alex, I hope you won't…" Sam began, following Dean.
"I won't hit him, don't worry… Only if he doesn't start talking nonsense," Alex said, waving his hand and showing that he would keep himself in check.
Sam looked at Alex with obvious doubt in his eyes, clearly not believing it. Sam knew Alex's character perfectly and what could happen if he got irritated. Noticing Sam's look, Alex waved it off, showing that he wouldn't do anything. Alex even thought for a moment about using Metatron as a librarian in the Guild so that his Valkyrie Reginleif would have more free time for herself.
But this went against the decision to throw out all the garbage that Chuck had created. Thinking about this, Alex, together with Sam, caught up with Dean, who had already crossed the road and was ready to enter the bar. When Alex and Sam approached, Dean opened the doors and entered first. When Dean opened the doors, country music mixed with the sounds of pool and conversations of visitors began to play from the bar.
"Oh, bartender, tres tequilas for my compadres," Metatron's voice sounded from the bar counter.
Alex, Dean, and Sam immediately noticed Metatron as soon as he spoke. A brief flash of interest appeared in Alex's eyes when he saw that Metatron had really become just a human. And there wasn't a drop of that filth in him like in the other angels created by Chuck.
Alex immediately mentally told Dean about it so he would know. Dean turned his head to Alex in surprise for confirmation that Metatron really had a human soul. While Alex and Dean were mentally communicating with each other, Sam approached Metatron and grabbed him by the collar.
"Wait, hold on. I can walk myself," Metatron began to protest, grabbing his beer and bag.
Sam didn't care about Metatron's words, and he simply dragged him to a distant table so no one would overhear them. Dean showed his badge and then took the three margaritas that Metatron had ordered. Alex just put a few bills on the bar counter for the inconvenience.
Seeing a couple of hundred-dollar bills on the bar counter, the bartender pretended he hadn't seen anything and turned in the other direction, continuing to wipe a glass. Sam dragged Metatron to the distant table and literally pushed him onto the bench, sitting down next to him so he wouldn't have a chance to escape. Alex and Dean sat opposite and looked at Metatron, who began to grumble.
"The Winchesters are as rude as always. You didn't have to drag me. I'm the one who called you here," Metatron said, adjusting his disheveled clothes.
"Cut the crap. We came as you asked. So don't try to pull your old tricks," Sam said, reaching for the gun hidden under his jacket.
"And what tricks can I pull? I lost my grace. Look at me. I have nothing. I have to beg for food in dumpsters…" Metatron began to say in an exaggerated tone, pointing at his clothes and the cheap beer he had to drink.
"Let's cut this pathetic performance about how hard it is for you. Everyone is having a hard time right now, and it's going to get worse soon… So get to the point. Tell us why you wanted to see us," Alex said, interrupting Metatron's long complaining monologue.
"I, of course, invited only the Winchesters… And I clearly didn't expect them to drag along the newly minted Death…" Metatron said in a strained tone, nervously spinning the can of beer in his hands.
"For all that is holy, get to the point," Dean said, snapping his fingers in front of Metatron's face.
"Fine… I noticed you've already met Chuck, known as you-know-who…" Metatron began in his usual tone.
Alex and Dean looked at Metatron with a clear desire for him to get to more important things faster. As if not noticing the looks directed at him, Metatron continued his long monologue. Shaking his head, Alex looked at the glass of margarita and shrugged.
Trying the drink, Alex was strongly surprised by the taste, even if it wasn't what he had expected. Dean watched as Alex drank and also took a sip through the straw. Grimacing slightly at the taste, Dean looked at Alex with a look that directly said: "Are you really going to drink this?"
Dean had become so used to the taste of expensive alcohol that drinks like this only left an unpleasant aftertaste in his mouth. Alex shrugged at Dean's look and took the margarita from him.
Sam, meanwhile, had to listen to Metatron's long boring monologue about Chuck. And this long monologue very quickly bored not only Sam, but also Alex and Dean, who very quickly got tired of listening to Metatron's droning.
"Yes-yes. We got it, Chuck is God, he created everything. He's all shiny and all that. What are you getting at? And I'll say right away, Chuck agreed to fight Amara," Sam asked, interrupting Metatron's long monologue.
"He said that directly? Did he say it exactly like that, word for word?" Metatron asked in surprise, turning his head toward Sam and then looking at Alex and Dean.
"Practically. There were a lot of unnecessary words and stuff. Well, he practically said it word for word," Alex said in a calm tone, finishing the glass of margarita.
"Hmm… I see. Understood," Metatron said thoughtfully, lowering his gaze to the can of beer in his hands.
"What? Did he tell you something else? That he won't fight Amara?" Sam asked, frowning at Metatron's reaction.
"Oh, no. No-no-no. He's going to… He's just going to meet her," Metatron quickly said, showing that it wasn't like that.
"But?" Dean said, knowing perfectly well what Chuck's script was like.
"But he won't defeat her… He's going to… sacrifice himself. Give himself into her hands," Metatron said in a slow tone, slightly shaking his head.
Hearing this, Dean almost rolled his eyes and almost voiced his thoughts out loud about how this was all bullshit. Dean was ready to believe that next Christmas he would see the real Santa Claus rather than that such filth as Chuck would really commit an act of self-sacrifice.
Alex kicked Dean under the table so he would keep his mouth shut, allowing Metatron to continue speaking. The one who really reacted to this information was Sam. Sam directly said that he didn't believe it.
Metatron only smiled cynically and reached into his bag. Alex already knew what Metatron wanted to show, and therefore simply reached for Sam's margarita. Seeing this, Sam sighed and handed Alex his margarita. Rummaging in his bag, Metatron pulled out a thick stack of Chuck's so-called autobiography.
"Here's your confirmation. You can check for yourselves that I'm not lying," Metatron said, throwing the thick stack of manuscript on the table.
"What is this?" Sam asked, frowning as he saw the title page.
"Don't pay attention to the typos. Better read it. These are all his own words… Only this isn't an autobiography, but a suicide note," Metatron said, taking a sip of beer.
Sam looked at Chuck's so-called autobiography with a surprised gaze. Opening the first pages, Sam began to flip through quickly, not even reading. Metatron, meanwhile, finished his beer and raised his hand, ordering himself another can of beer. Pushing aside the third portion of margarita, Alex took Chuck's autobiography from Sam, showing strong interest in the nonsense Chuck had written.
Pulling the thick stack of manuscript toward himself, Alex opened the first page and began to read. And already the first lines made him roll his eyes at such nonsense. Dean leaned closer to read what Chuck had written. But the more Alex read, the stronger his desire to burn this filth became.
Suppressing the desire to burn the manuscript, Alex thought that it would be funny if his father also decided to write an autobiography. But he was sure that his father would prefer to spend time with his granddaughters rather than waste time writing a book like this.
"Alright. Let's assume you're right. And what are the chances that Amara will calm down after she returns to Chuck everything he owes her?" Alex asked, pushing Chuck's autobiography aside.
"I don't know… Maybe fifty-fifty… Either he'll have to send Amara back to the cage again, or he himself will go to the cage… And how she will deal with everything he created… Even the last idiot would understand that," Metatron said, shaking his head slightly as he opened a new can of beer.
"Did Chuck say anything else about his plans or maybe something like that?" Sam asked, frowning at this information.
"No, I don't think so. Mostly he bragged about what he was doing as Chuck… And I'll say, it was quite…" Metatron said, shaking his head and rubbing his eyes.
"Very boring. We know. We've already had enough of listening to it during the days he's been living with us… Do you have anything else for us?" Dean said in a dry tone, looking at Metatron.
"No, that's all," Metatron said, shaking his head and showing that he had already said everything he wanted to say.
Dean nodded and stood up from the table, getting ready to leave. Sam returned Chuck's autobiography to Metatron and also stood up from the table. Before leaving, Alex took five hundred-dollar bills out of his wallet and placed them in front of Metatron. Seeing the money in front of him, Metatron looked at Alex in surprise.
He clearly hadn't expected such a gesture from the one who spent time with the Winchesters. Alex just waved goodbye and left after Dean and Sam, not intending to linger in this bar any longer. Looking at the departing Alex, Metatron put the money in his pocket and ordered himself another beer, planning his next actions.
Alex, Dean, and Sam, meanwhile, returned to the bunker. It was already quite late for dinner, so they decided to make do with a light snack. None of them were going to discuss what they had heard from Metatron, especially Alex and Dean, who frankly didn't care about what script Chuck had come up with for himself. After finishing eating, Sam went to his room to rest and gather his thoughts. Alex and Dean also went to their rooms to take care of their own business.
The next day came quite quickly. And it was the most pleasant day in all these recent days in the bunker. And the reason for this was that Chuck had decided to leave for a while, and no one had to listen to his long monologues praising himself anymore.
Everything Chuck said eventually turned to the topic of himself, and this happened in every conversation. Alex and Dean were sitting in the kitchen and calmly having lunch, buried in their phones. Alex was texting with the girls, and Dean, as usual, was watching funny videos to pass the time.
Alex and Dean met each other's gazes and smiled because Chuck had left for a while and they could sit normally in the kitchen. Chuckling, Alex and Dean continued eating lunch. While they were eating, a disheveled Donatello entered the kitchen, who had finally managed to digest everything that had happened to him in one night and simply come to terms with the new realities in his life. Alex and Dean turned their heads and looked at Donatello, who looked quite disheveled and with distinct dark circles under his eyes from lack of sleep.
"Um, where's the coffee here?" Donatello asked cautiously as he entered the kitchen.
"Coffee is over there, mugs are in the upper left drawer. If you're hungry, there's lasagna and chicken vegetable salad in the fridge," Alex said, pointing his finger at the coffee maker and the cabinet.
"I think I'll just have coffee. Thanks," Donatello said in an awkward tone, nodding slightly in gratitude.
Alex just shrugged and continued eating his lunch. Donatello walked over to the drawer Alex had pointed to and opened it. Seeing many different mugs, Donatello didn't know which one to take, so he took the first one he saw, which turned out to be Sam's mug. Holding the mug in his hands, Donatello walked over to the coffee maker and poured himself some coffee.
Not knowing what to do, Donatello awkwardly sat down at the table next to Alex and Dean. Spinning the mug in his hands, Donatello still couldn't believe that he had spent the night under the same roof as Death and God. And right now Death himself was sitting next to him, quickly typing on his phone. At that moment, many questions were spinning in his head: does Death need to use a phone, and does Death even need to eat.
But then he remembered that last night he had met Chuck, who was eating cheap Chinese food while sitting in just a bathrobe and underwear. And the only difference he saw between Alex and Chuck was not only their appearance, but also their overall look. While Chuck looked sloppy, Alex looked neatly dressed.
"Does Death even need to use a phone?" Donatello asked, without realizing it, looking at Alex.
When Donatello realized that he had asked this out loud, he immediately covered his mouth with his hand. Alex, who was typing a message to Seras, shifted his gaze to Donatello with mild bewilderment. Dean quietly chuckled upon hearing such a question.
Seeing Alex's look, Donatello thought that he had asked something he shouldn't have. Quickly thinking about how to choose the right words to apologize, Donatello froze in shock when he heard Alex's answer.
"And how else am I supposed to text my wife? What kind of stupid questions are these?" Alex said, looking at Donatello as if he were an idiot.
"Huh?… You have a wife?" Donatello asked in surprise, staring at Alex.
"Well, yeah. Or what, just because I have to work as Death, I'm suddenly forbidden to get married?" Alex said in an exaggerated tone, demonstratively rolling his eyes.
"No, no, no… It's just a little shocking that Death has a wife," Donatello quickly said, trying not to seem rude.
"So meeting the biggest boss in underwear and someone else's bathrobe is normal. But finding out that Death has a wife, and more than one, and also children — yes, that really is shocking," Dean said in an exaggerated tone, pointing his fork at Alex.
"More than one wife? Children? Oh my God!" Donatello asked, swallowing hard and shifting his gaze from Dean to Alex.
"He's not here, he went for a walk… You know, to admire his creation and all that," Alex said in a carefree tone, continuing to reply to Seras's message.
Hearing all this, Donatello grabbed his head, receiving yet another strong shock in his life. This shocked him just as strongly as the realization that he had become God's prophet and had ultimately met this God. Holding his head, Donatello sincerely hoped that he was simply still asleep or had hit his head and was now just lying in the hospital.
Alex and Dean looked at Donatello and just shrugged, continuing to go about their business. In a situation like this, they could do little to help Donatello, because he needed to come to terms with all of this. Massaging his face, Donatello sincerely wanted to go home, but he also understood that no one was going to let him go anywhere.
Sighing heavily, Donatello wanted to drink something stronger than coffee. And just as he was about to ask if there was any alcohol, he didn't have time to open his mouth before Alex, without looking away from his phone screen, pointed to the drawer where the alcohol was. Slowly nodding his head, Donatello stood up from the table and opened the alcohol drawer.
Taking a bottle of whiskey, Donatello poured a little into his coffee. But looking at the coffee, Donatello realized that this wouldn't be enough, and poured even more whiskey into his coffee. Putting the bottle back, Donatello took one big sip and grimaced at the taste of the alcohol. And this barely helped him cope with the overwhelming shocks, even if only a little.
To be continued...
(As I promised, the plot is moving forward. As for the world Alex and the girls will go to on vacation, that's a secret, of course. I seem to remember someone mentioning that world once. And Alex has something that can help him navigate it. And so, heh. But all of this will happen after all the mini-plots I've planned for after the end of this story arc. And if you have any questions, you can contact my secretary; he'll answer all your questions about the plot. Or maybe not, I don't know. I'll go get something to eat. Peace, love, and, well, have you seen that flying piece of bread? Or maybe it's a UFO.)
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