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Chapter 88: The Flash
THURSDAY
ONE DAY PRIOR TO METEORFALL
Cloud's eyes slowly opened. It was about eight in the morning. Looking at the window, he could see that the sun (or Meteor) was out, and that his shoulder felt lighter than he had been used to. As the world came into focus, he began to realize that he was back in his childhood home in Nibelheim; the familiar wooden floors and wall slowly faded into view. Then, he painfully realized why his shoulder felt lighter; there was no feminine arm around it.
He rolled over in bed, and saw that there was nobody next to him. It was no mystery to him; he remembered as clear as day that Aerith had sacrificed herself to render Sephiroth less powerful. He recalled waking up in the Forgotten Capital the morning he and his friends had departed, and how his emptiness was not as strong as it was now. He did not wish to indulge himself in the false hope that she had again faked her death. Nor did he have any desire to stop at Choco Bill's for any pleasant surprises; there would not be any. This time, she was really and truly dead. He had felt her die.
All too aware that nothing could be done, Cloud closed his eyes again. He could rest a few hours more; he deserved it.
THREE HOURS LATER...
Cloud awoke again at around eleven in the morning. This time, he sat up; he had stayed in bed for as long as possible, but now he had exhausted his exhaustion, if such a thing is possible. The glow outside the curtain-covered window was now even more intense, and Cloud had no doubt now that it was Meteor showing its ugly face. It was less than forty-eight hours until impact.
He got up, walked to the bathroom, stripped himself naked, and stepped into the shower. Even now, as he was cleaning the filth of the previous day off of his body, he was half-expecting her to join him. He made him sad that he was now showering alone as well, as Aerith had joined him quite a few days when they were together; the void seemed to get bigger and bigger every time he did something normal. True, he had planned to break up with her, but still...
She was still unique. It amused him how she smiled and laughed all the time, making a rough situation better. He even chuckled when he recalled her, very immaturely, referring to sex as "doing it." Even when she wanted to do fun things like Gold Saucer at the most inappropriate times, she would still make everyone want to join in.
But all that was gone now.
He finished showering, dried off, dressed, and sat in the parlor. It was a beautiful day outside, but why should he go out? Sephiroth had been neutralized; Holy would be free to move. His task was completed. He might as well stay home until he vanished the next night.
And then, there was a knock on his front door. Normally, he would have ignored it, but he knew exactly who it was. It was the one person he really wanted to see; the person he desperately wanted to fix things with.
"What's going on?" Cloud asked as he answered the door.
"Just here to check on you," Tifa replied.
"Come on in," he invited.
Tifa did so as Cloud led her to the sofa.
"Are you feeling okay?" she asked as she sat down.
"I really don't know what to feel," Cloud replied. "I saw Sephiroth stab her at the Forgotten Capital, and I had given her up for dead after that. And then, just two weeks ago, I found her alive and well. Now she's dead again. It's like the world wants to play head games with me."
"I know," she gently said as she placed her hand on his shoulder. "You're on an emotional roller coaster."
"Tifa," Cloud then began, "about us..."
"Don't worry about us," she quickly dismissed as she shook her head. "Now is the time to grieve. We'll talk about us when the time is right."
"I just want to say something," he insisted. "I really think you should know this."
"Go ahead," she permitted.
"In her dying moments, Aerith said she was sorry about what she said. How we couldn't see each other anymore."
"That's good to know," Tifa said. "I was hoping she didn't mean that. She did seem pretty angry. I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but I did hear everything she said to you in that cave."
Cloud chuckled slightly.
"Everything?"
"She was pretty loud," Tifa replied.
"I guess there's something else I need to say, then," he said.
"What's that?" she asked.
"You weren't the rebound chick," Cloud said. "I think...I think I've felt this way about you forever."
"Cloud, I know," she said. "When you tried to join SOLDIER for me, I was beyond touched. You didn't have to do that."
"Tifa," he continued, "about your feelings for me...was that what you said you wanted to talk about at the Reactor Number Five? Right before we got separated?"
She closed her eyes and silently nodded.
"I don't need time to grieve," Cloud then said, hoping to move things forward. "Life is too short for that."
"Cloud," Tifa said, "Aerith has been gone for less than twenty-four hours. I'm in the middle of writing her obituary right now."
"Grieving for Aerith won't bring her back," he retorted. "Besides, I was going to leave her anyway. I had chosen you, Tifa. I've chosen you. You were the one who put my soul back together. You were the one I grew up with. I belong with you, Tifa."
"And I'm beyond touched with that as well," she insisted. "But that doesn't mean you two didn't love each other."
She had a point; he did indeed love her. It would not be wrong to take some time to grieve.
"Well, then," Cloud continued, "when can we talk about us?"
"When she's buried," Tifa replied. "No sooner."
He nodded in agreement; the last thing he wanted to do was argue.
"You know," she continued. "Back in Costa del Sol, when we were on the beach together, Aerith made a bucket list."
"I saw that list," Cloud pointed out. "'Make a huge sacrifice for the greater good.' 'Start a new quest.' 'Take advantage of a second chance.'"
"She fulfilled it," Tifa pointed out. "She gave up her life for the greater good. She started a new quest when she met you. She went from selling flowers to saving the world. That certainly doesn't happen every day. And Cloud, you know she took advantage of a second chance by spending her last two weeks with you."
Cloud nodded. "Maybe I could fulfill the list myself," he said. "Would you?"
"Make a huge sacrifice for the greater good," Tifa began. "I turned myself into stone. I think that would count."
"I took mako poisoning," Cloud added.
"'Start a new quest,'" Tifa continued. "We started several new quests."
"No kidding," he said. "This all started with us and Barret trying to get justice for Denzel. Look what it's led to."
"'Take advantage of a second chance,'" she continued further.
"I suppose we shouldn't go there," he said.
"We took advantages of a lot of second chances," she insisted. "Like turning Sephiroth into stone instead of killing him."
"That's true," Cloud agreed.
"Well," she said as she stood up, "I need to finish the obituary."
"Understood," he said quietly. He was somewhat disappointed she was leaving. He badly wanted her to stay.
"My cell's on twenty-four-seven," Tifa assured him. "Call or text as needed."
TWO HOURS LATER...
At around two in the afternoon, the obituary appeared online.
"Aerith Gainsborough, beloved friend, daughter, and fiancée, passed away on the evening of January 23, 0008. She was twenty-two years old.
"Born in Icicle Inn on February 7, 1985, Ms. Gainsborough relocated to Midgar as a child. She was a dancer as a child and a cheerleader as a teenager, serving as captain her senior year at Sector Six High School. But she shined her brightest as an adult, when she joined the quest to save the planet. Less than an hour before her passing, Ms. Gainsborough sacrificed herself to make sure the planet would be saved from Meteor.
"She was preceeded in death by her biological parents, Dr. Gast Feremis and Ifalna Feremis. She is survived by Elmyra Gainsborough, her adoptive mother, and Cloud Strife, her fiancé.
"Friends and family are invited to attended her funeral tomorrow, January 25, 0008, at noon, at the Sector Six Church."
Cloud minimized the window and sighed. There was one last thing to do.
FRIDAY
THE DAY OF METEORFALL
Aerith's funeral, as the obituary had promised, began promptly at noon. It was held in the church in the Sector Six slums. It was such a beautiful place; no one would be able to tell it was in such a poor area.
The attendance was enormous. Shera was there, clutching Cid's hands the whole time. Choco Bill and his family were there as well. Reeve was there, with his husband and daughter. Yuffie was seated in the middle, clutching her father's hand. Barret, Marlene, and Vincent were seated in the back. Even a few classmates and teachers from high school were in attendance.
There she lay. Aerith was dressed in a black spaghetti-strap dress, with her best makeup and lipstick applied. Her arms had been folded so her left hand would be on top, assuring her engagement ring would be visible, and allowing mourners to realize what might have been. Next to the open casket was a table with all of her birthday pictures, as well as one unofficial engagement picture Elmyra had taken of her and Cloud.
The funeral was not long; it lasted less than an hour. Of course, it was a tearfest. Elmyra was crying hysterically the entire time. Each and every mourner shed a few tears every now and then; even the minister cried once or twice. As it came to an end, each mourner took the opportunity to pass the casket and say one final good-bye.
Red XIII stood on his hind legs for a final look.
Meanwhile, Yuffie paused the longest. She then made eye contact with Aerith's lifeless, closed eyes.
"My grandpa was one of the worst humans who ever lived," she said to the body. "But he was still my grandpa. If you see him, his granddaughter says hi."
Most of the mourners simply took a look and kept going.
When it was Tifa's turn, she bent down and whispered something into Aerith's nerveless ear. She did not reveal what it was.
Finally, it was Cloud's turn. He looked upon his late fiancée one last time before kissing her on the forehead. It was true; they still loved each other.
The casket was slowly closed, taken outdoors, and, with a few final words, was lowered into the grave.
And that was the end of Aerith Gainsborough.
LATER...
Cloud, Tifa, Barret, Jessie, Red XIII, Reeve, Yuffie, Cid, and Vincent were standing outside of the cathedral. The rest of the funeral attendees had long gone, and the area was empty. All gave Cloud their full attention; after everything, there was only one thing left to discuss.
"Meteor is supposed to strike at ten tonight," Cloud began.
"In a couple of hours," added Reeve, "I'll evacuate the city. I'm having a feeling, probably a premonition, that having everyone take refuge in the slums won't protect them enough."
"That won't be necessary," Cloud dismissed. "In the original timeline, Meteor did hit Midgar, and virtually trashed it. But, in that timeline, the rocket hit Meteor without all that materia. In the old timeline, Meteor actually struck more than a week ago."
"So where's Meteor going to hit now?" asked Yuffie.
"On the plains of the Western Continent, between Nibelheim and Cosmo Canyon," Cloud replied.
"So out in bumblefuck where nobody can get hurt?" Cid asked.
"You got it," Cloud answered.
"That's a load off," Cid said.
Red XIII then gave a solemn look.
"Cloud," he said, "I think it's time to tell them all."
"Agreed."
"Tell us what?" Tifa asked.
Cloud took a deep breath. There was no gentle way to tell them.
"If you're going to watch Meteor tonight," he began, "he's what you need to expect. When Meteor is within about a thousand feet of the ground, red tornadoes are going to form between said ground and Meteor. Anything in their path will be destroyed, so, whatever you do, stay away from Meteor."
"I think we can all manage that," Barret said.
"As Meteor continues to wreck havoc on...well, nothing this time, Holy will come and separate Meteor from the ground," Cloud continued. "But that won't be enough. Lifestream will come from multiple spots in the ground, cover the entire area, and push Meteor upward. And then, Holy will be able to destroy it."
Cloud then took a look at each of his companions, one by one. He finished with Tifa, giving her the longest gaze.
"After that," he said solemnly, "we'll all disappear."
The was dead silence from the nine of them. It was a lot to take in. None of them, minus Cloud and Red XIII, had seen that coming.
Finally, Cid became the first to speak.
"You're joking, right?" he hopefully asked.
Cloud shook his head.
"Remember what Bugenhagen said at the Forgotten Capital. All that is bad will disappear."
"But that's not possible," Reeve added. "You and Tifa saw the future, and how we all lived and died."
"That was an old timeline that doesn't exist anymore," Cloud replied. "History has been changed. We all know it, and the planet knows it, too."
"We were given a second chance in the original timeline," Tifa added. "And, well, that was kind of blown when this whole time travel episode came to pass. I don't know if we'll get a third chance. We're just going to have to wait and see. And if we don't get one, then it's time for a change."
"But life will continue," Cloud said. "No matter what."
"But we'll all die!" Yuffie tearfully complained. "All our work was in vain. We couldn't save humanity!"
"Our goal never was to save humanity," Cloud replied. "It was to save life. Nothing, Yuffie, nothing is more important than life."
"But I'm only sixteen!" Yuffie objected, more tears threatening her eyes.
"There are newborn babies who will never utter their first word," Cloud said. "It wasn't our decision, and it's not ours to make. But we'll leave ruins behind. Humanity will never be forgotten."
"So, then," Barret softly asked, "what do we do?"
"We go home, and be with the people we love one last time," Cloud replied. "That means Cid goes home and spends time with Shera. Barret goes home to Marlene. Reeve goes home to his husband and daughter in their home at the edge of the forest. Yuffie goes home to her father. Red XIII goes home to Cosmo Canyon. I don't mean to be rude, but, not being human, he has the best chance of getting out of this alive."
Everyone was silent.
MINUTES LATER...
The nine of them had hugged, shaken hands, given their "good-byes" and "good-luck-to-us-alls," and solemnly parted ways.
Cloud and Tifa stood alone at the cathedral.
"If this is my last night," Tifa began, "I don't want to spend it alone. Do you?"
Cloud shook his head. "Not really. Who will you spend it with?"
"Did you forget?" Tifa asked. "I'm all alone. I don't have anywhere to go."
"I can stay with you," Cloud offered. "After all, I promised that if anything were to ever happen to you, I would come to help."
Tifa suddenly began to giggle.
"What's so funny?"
"We're repeating what we said in the original timeline."
"This didn't happen in the original timeline."
"I know," Tifa said. "We said it on the Highwind. It was when everyone had left, and it was just the to of us."
"Right," Cloud said. "I remember it now. We didn't say it this time, at least not when we were alone on the Highwind."
She nodded. "But we're saying it now because..."
"Because we're both scared," Cloud finished.
"As long as I'm with you, as long as you're by my side... I won't give up even if I'm scared."
Cloud was silent. He was somewhat happy she wanted to spend time with him, but, given the circumstances, it was not that reassuring.
One of three things would happen.
The first would be that they would disappear. They had been given a second chance already; to deny them a third one would be fair. It would not be what anyone would want, but Cloud was well aware that it was a possibility, so he had to consider it.
The second was that all humans would remain. As for himself and Tifa, however, they would remain platonic for a while before ultimately going their separate ways. He had effectively left her for Aerith, despite all of the love she had given him. No woman in her right mind, not even Tifa, should take a man back after doing such a thing.
He could almost imagine it: "Yeah, I know you risked your life to save mine, and I still left you for another woman, and we got a house together, got engaged, and had non-stop sex, but she died. Baby, can we get back together?"
If she responded with a slap on his cheek, or a kick in a worse place, he felt that he would certainly deserve it.
The third would be that they would remain, and that they would get back together as if nothing happened.
But that would be the least likely to happen.
THAT NIGHT...
Cloud and Tifa returned to Nibelheim at three in the afternoon. They had changed out of their funeral attire, and agreed to spend the next couple of hours to themselves before meeting up again for the final time.
As Cloud walked into his house, he found it amazing how it simply seemed routine. Everything was the same as it usually was; he nearly had to remind himself that this was the day of his death. He changed his clothes, and put his funeral clothes in the hamper. He wondered why he did so; they would never get washed. He then realized that there was no sense in wondering, nor wasting any more time when he had only hours left.
There was a clock above the fireplace that slowly chimed the hours that would never occur again. Cloud sat on the sofa, with a lot on his mind. It had been a unique experience. He had been killed by a gunshot wound to the stomach, only to come to at Reactor Number One. He wondered what it would feel like to die this time. He had no doubt that he would fade away from existence; whether it would be slow or fast would be anyone's guess.
Finally, at six, a knock sounded the front door. Cloud, completely resigned to his fate, stood up and answered, quite happy to see the person standing there. It was Tifa, dressed in her usual crop-tank and mini skirt. For some reason, she looked more beautiful than ever. Perhaps it was because she was about to disappear as well.
"Want to go to the diner one last time?" she suggested.
"Sure," Cloud replied. "I'd like that."
They went to the diner and had their favorite meals. They spent their time there discussing the fate of humanity.
"Do you think anyone else knows?" Tifa asked as she finished her dinner and signaled for the check. "About humanity? Anyone that we haven't told?"
"Maybe a few people at Cosmo Canyon," Cloud suggested. "But I doubt anyone beyond that. But it doesn't matter anyone. Everyone in the world is expecting to die from Meteor tonight anyhow."
"That is true," she said. "At least we'll all go more peacefully. That's a little comforting."
Cloud looked Tifa in the eyes.
"Are you okay with this?" he asked.
"Not really," she replied as she shook her head. "There was so much I wanted do in life. But it's not all about me, or any other human being."
A few minutes later, they had paid the check, and were walking around Nibelheim, more or less saying good-bye. Suddenly, Tifa grew a smirk on her face.
"What is it?" Cloud asked.
"I think I left the water running in the ladies' room," she giggled.
At eight in the evening, they made their way to their well. As they sat down next to each other, they were treated to an excellent view of Nibelheim's southern entrance. Beyond that, ten miles to the south, hovered Meteor. It was now but a mile from the ground. It would not be long now.
They spent the next couple of hours talking about the childhood memories the both cherished. It was a very pleasant time; they almost forgot that Meteor was right in front of their faces. It was the best possible way for both of them to spend their final hours.
Finally, it was ten. As Cloud had predicted, Meteor, now about a thousand feet from the ground, spawned its first tornado. It slowly streaked from Meteor's surface to the planet's, stirring up dust from the ground. A second tornado then followed suit. It also stirred up dust and caused some nearby trees to bend, tearing away a few branches in the process.
"My God," Tifa said. "How many people died in the original timeline? When those tornadoes hit Midgar?"
"I think it was in the six figures," Cloud replied.
"Wow," she whispered. She then began to feel uneasy inside, as she realized the reality of the present situation. "This time, no one will survive."
"No one," Cloud agreed softly.
More tornadoes began to form, dancing ominously on the landscape. They were not destroying anything significant, but appeared frightening nonetheless.
"Cloud, look up!" Tifa exclaimed.
He did so, and saw a flash of white flying from the north directly over them.
"Holy," he said.
Holy immediately stopped under Meteor. The tornadoes vanished, but Meteor continued to drop.
And then, Tifa's heart began to beat faster, and she began to breathe more rapidly. The thought of her death had always frightened her since she was a child, but, now that it was happening, she was beyond terrified. The announcement had come rather suddenly, and it did make sense to her, but, at the last moment, she wondered if her life had any impact. Sure, it would save all life on the planet, minus the humans, but, when the sun wore out, with no life intelligent enough to escape...
Suddenly, the ground began to rumble.
Tifa gasped loudly, nearly screaming, although she knew exactly what it was.
The white of Holy was suddenly tinted green. Out in the distance, bright emerald threads began to emerge from the ground. One of them popped out right at the front gate, causing a cloud of dust to appear. More and more threads appeared from over the horizon, slowly and gently making their way towards Meteor, their common destination.
Tifa turned to Cloud.
"Is this it?" she asked him in a trembling voice.
"This is it," he replied gently.
More and more threads of Lifestream appeared. The ground now had a green glow. So did the sky. So did Holy. Only Meteor, still glowing red, avoided the tint. Soon, however, that began to change. As the threads approached, Meteor began to disappear amongst them. Then, a whiteness began to appear. The blinding flash of light that would erase Meteor, along with humanity, was seconds away.
Tifa closed her eyes and began to cry.
"Cloud!" she sobbed.
Cloud gently put his left arm around her shoulder and pulled her close. He then took his right hand and clasped hers with it.
And in an instant, the flash occurred.
It was so blinding that even Cloud could not take it.
He closed his eyes. All he could see was dark.
Am I dead? he thought.
He had to be; it was pitch black. He could not hear a sound.
And then, he moved, just enough to remind himself of something. He felt the warmth of Tifa's hand. He felt the warmth of the skin of her bare shoulder. It brought comfort and happiness to him like nothing else could.
I can't be dead, he realized.
He then forced his eyes open to see Meteor, now several hundred feet above where it had been, breaking into pieces. His mouth opened in awe; he was still alive. Humanity had been spared again.
And he knew the first person he would break the good news to.
"Tifa," he whispered.
She did not respond.
He then shook her gently.
"Tifa, open your eyes! Look!"
Slowly, Tifa's eyes opened. She saw what Cloud had seen.
"We're still here," she whispered.
Cloud happily nodded.
"We're still here!" she shouted joyously.
She immediately threw her arms around Cloud and hugged him. It was a great way to feel alive.
LATER...
Cloud and Tifa continued to sit at the well for another two hours. Both were amazed that they were still there. Holy was gone now, having shot north, presumably returning to the Northern Crater and the center of the planet. The Lifestream had also went as it came, disappearing into the ground. The greenish tint slowly faded, and the black, star-filled sky became visible again. Only now, Meteor no longer appeared in the sky. Holy had done its work, and so did the receding Lifestream. There was no doubt in anyone's mind who had been responsible for it all.
"Good-bye, Aerith," Cloud whispered, aloud but to himself, as the last thread of Lifestream vanished into the ground.
He and Tifa were now alone together. They had intended to die together. Now, they would live their lives. Whether or not they would live their lives together remained to be seen. Aerith's death indeed left an open door for Cloud and Tifa to resume their relationship, but it seemed ambiguous how she felt. He sorely hoped for an answer soon; it was all up to her.
"I still can't believe we were given another chance," Cloud finally said, trying to start a conversation.
"Neither can I," Tifa agreed. "Maybe the planet knows there's both good and bad in all of us."
"Maybe," he agreed.
He then looked at Tifa. She was still beautiful, and he still felt that wonderful feeling whenever they were together. He sorely wanted to feel that feeling every day. He just had to know.
"What now?" he finally asked. He needed to jump it; he remained a poor conversationalist.
"It's going to be a completely different future now," Tifa said. "There won't be an Edge this time; Midgar will continue. Maybe we'll never meet Denzel. Maybe his parents had premonitions of the falling plate and escaped in time."
He was beginning to find the situation frustrating. It almost seemed as if she was intentionally avoiding the subject.
"Tifa," Cloud then began. "She's buried now. Is it okay to talk?"
"I suppose," she replied in a monotone. "What's on your mind?"
She already knew what he was going to ask. She already knew how she was going to answer.
"I really missed you," Cloud began. "And I've never been good about asking or saying things, so I think I just need to ask it. It's been on my mind since before you returned."
"Go ahead," she permitted.
Cloud was becoming nervous, and his palms were sweaty. She was not making eye-contact with him; she was staring out into the now quiet plains outside the village. Still he needed to ask.
Just ask it! he thought to himself. Don't bother gearing up for it. That won't change how she feels.
Cloud took a deep breath. It would be a simple question.
"Tifa," he said, "will you be mine again?"
Tifa slowly looked up at the stars. She gazed at them for a few moments before returning her eyes to the town's southern exit. She gazed a few moments more. Then, finally, she spoke.
"I will always be yours, Cloud," she replied. She then paused. "As your friend."
A wave of grief and disappointment shot through Cloud's body. He nearly felt it.
"But not as your girlfriend," she added.
"I don't understand," he said, attempting to keep his composure as best as he could.
"Cloud," she continued, "we spent a lot of time apart."
He nodded.
"And when you spend time apart from someone, it makes you think."
"Tifa," he began, "I know I hurt you very much by going back to her." He paused. He remembered that sad dream he had kept having; the one with Tifa in the field. "And I know what I did wrong. But if you take me back, I promise I won't ever, ever do it again."
Tifa then turned to Cloud to face him. She closed her eyes.
"It's more than that," she pointed out. "I've realized how short life really is. It's not you, Cloud, it's really not. And it's not me, either. It's life, I think. Everyone's focusing on who they're dating and who they're sleeping with when they could die at any moment. So many people found that out the hard way in the last seven weeks."
"And you want to live for you," he deduced. "Before it's too late?"
"You go it," she replied.
He silently nodded.
"Cloud," Tifa said, "I'm sorry. But I can't ever be your girlfriend again."
"Tifa…." He was doing everything to fight back the tears.
"I can't be anyone's girlfriend," she continued.
"Never is a long-"
"It's late, Cloud," she interjected. "I'll explain more tomorrow."
With that, she hopped of the well, and turned to face him. "Walk with me?" she offered.
"Sure," Cloud replied. It was better than nothing. He wanted to cry. But he knew that would drive her further away. So he hopped off the well himself and joined her.
The walk to their doors lasted only thirty seconds. Soon, they were at Tifa's front door, and facing each other for the final time that evening.
"I promise we'll talk more tomorrow," Tifa said. "And then you'll fully understand why this has to be the way it has to be."
"Okay," he replied softly. "Can I just say one more thing?"
"Quickly," she permitted. "Before one of us passes out."
"I'm still going to help you find your father," he announced. "I'm still committed to it."
"Cloud," she responded with her eyes closed again, "thank you."
He then gave her a stern look.
"Aerith was right about one thing, though," Cloud said. "Stay away from the Continental Governor. You'll only get yourself unwanted attention."
"I'll keep that in mind," Tifa replied.
"I'll be waiting for you tomorrow," he reminded her.
She nodded. "Good night, Cloud," she said as she opened her front door.
"Good night, Tifa," he replied.
A second later, Tifa disappeared into her house, and the door closed.
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