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My life on the DC list.

Who: Harley Quinn and you
What: Creative fundraising
Where: Just outside Tribute Tower
When: April 10th
Warnings: None yet but it's Harley so be on your guard for flirting and violence. Also mentions of prostitution.

For every fancy party and corporate sponsorship that provides funds for tributes there has to be an amount of give and take. And for awhile Harley was more then willing to give so long as she had a much more significant amount of take.

But her brash and outgoing nature could be exhausting, especially to the frilly white gloved Capitol upper crust. What had been quaint and charming was now rude and annoying. It had gotten so some of her most loyal pay for play sponsors who had been all too eager to kiss and tell weren't even answering her calls anymore.

And so Harley decided a grass roots campaign was her best option. Sitting in a deck chair outside of the Tribute tower she was in shorts and a loose tank top with her logo on it, three red diamonds.

Sitting in front of her was a simple wooden booth like a child might sell lemonade from and indeed there was a pitcher of lemonade and a plastic cups. Next to the booth was a cooler and hanging from the front was a sign advertising:

"Kissing booth & other stuff
Kiss on the cheek 1As
*Kiss on the lips 3 As
*Tongue 5As
**Get punched by a Mentor 1As
Punch a mentor 5As
Cup of lemonade 1As
Ice 1As
Otter pops 1As (Not made with any actual Otter)
Glitter bomb 2As
Autograph 2As
Photo 5As
Slice of pie 1As
Whole pie 3As
Get hit with a pie 3As
Other requests can be discussed.
* Not for anyone under 18
** Not for anyone under 16"

It was hardly the most elegant solution but it was a start at least. And it gave Harley an excuse to sit outside in the nice weather and eat Otter pops out of a cooler.

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He strolls on up with a crooked grin on his face, hands tucked into his pockets. He's not sure why he never got his hang on more with an indigo sister true. Beyond wanting not to get carried away be disappointing all everyone else, maybe he was just too tired.

He's certainly worn now. Another arena, another friend lost. Another damn piece. Which means he should be avoiding anything what's got diamonds up over it. Turns out, approaching ain't something to be regretted. He reads the sign and can't help on laughing.

"What's being this? AIN'T NO MEANS ON PAYING TO BE SMACKED UP WITH MOTHERFUCKING BOTTLES GLASSMADE? Would've thought for sure..."

Psii cautiously circled before approaching the booth. Anything out of the ordinary around here usually meant impending doom. At least he recognized the person running it. The diamonds on Harley's shirt were at odds with their red color, meaning that they probably weren't a reference to troll symbols of romance. Still, Psii had to pause for a moment and recalibrate, wrenching his eyes from his District Mentor's boobs to the sign in hopes for a better explanation of her activities.

Kissing booth & other stuff

He felt he was not nearly smooth enough to ask for a kiss, even in jest. And, in true troll fashion, he felt the same way about the punches. Let some other Troll Casanova handle that.

"....I don't even technically have money for lemonade," he finally concluded. He could always use his financial irresponsibility card and go (further) into debt, yet he was hesitant to be beholden to anyone, least of all the Capitol. "But I gueth I can athk how you were even allowed to thet up here."

He could understand a Capitolite setting up a food cart or something, but a Mentor or Tribute? Psii was still used to the idea that as glorified slaves, their rights were stripped, and their entire lives were policed and prohibited.

Harley burst out laughing when he brought up their first meeting.

"Bottles cost extra. I'm trying to keep my overhead low. I imagine that's a little hard for someone as tall as you stretch." She tilted her sunglasses down so he could see her twinkling blue eyes and winked with mirth.

"Guess you'll just have to be the special fella who got a bottle bashing for free."

Harley tilted her head for a moment considering his words and tapping her chin with a painted fingernail. The nails had the same black and red base coloring with a black or red diamond over it.

"Well I guess it might be because I never asked. I've never been too great at all that red tape mumbo jumbo. I mean I tried for awhile but fat lotta good that did." She shrugged and sat up in her deck chair adding "And you don't get charged, you're one of mine. The money you gave me would just go back to supporting you in the arena anyway goober. Whatever you want or need you just say the word and I'll try my best for ya."

Stretch. There's a new one. He likes that one, tucks it away with all them others like Izzy, Frayza, and all motherfucking whatnot.

He makes a face like he's all sorts of touched, folding both hands over his chest. He grins.

"HOW TRULY MOTHERFUCKING GRATEFUL AM I TO HAVE BEEN ONE TO RECEIVE MOST BLESSED BASHINGS GRATUITOUS. The envy of undented individuals all the fuck around shall I be," He says. "SUPPOSING YOU'VE BEEN ON FAIR AND WELL THE FUCK ENOUGH?"

"I get by." She chuckled and opened the cooler fishing out an Otter Pop for herself and one for him. Ripping the plastic tubes apart from one another she held up a purple and a red one. Once he picked between "Alexander the Grape" and "Strawberry Short Kook" She would toss it to him.

"This one's on the house." She'd add playfully. "Cuz you make me laugh in and out of the arena. I have to admit I'm kind of surprised you haven't done better with those slicers and dicers on your fingers. Let alone those choppers of yours." To illustrate her point she bit down on the tip of her plastic tube and tugged a couple times till it opened and she could get the sugary ice syrup inside.

He peers at the Otter Pops as she pulls them out. Always new things what as to see and learn on of. Here's some new confectionery and upon it a reference as to some human joke he's got no knowing for, but can recognize as being a thing. She holds them up to him he grins, pointing a finger on at the purple. Of course he'd pick the purple.

That grin grows wider when she tosses it to him free of charge. Girl's going to miss out on her funds, but he supposes as he can't stop as how the pusher wills. In contrast to her, just as he's sure she'd expected he rips his own open quite cleanly after following her example.

"Hah, well, you know as how they're saying with odds and all." But of course that's just a little bit hoofbeastshit. "ACTUALLY BEEN TRYING TO GO CLEAN, ME. All motherfucking cull-colored my ass used to be. AT FIRST I STUCK BY JUST CAUSE I DIDN'T ALL WANT ON GETTING BORED. Then shit happened, changed. FRESH PLACES, FRESH STARTS, ALL THAT NOISE, YOU FEEL ME?" Not that he's forgotten how to take nugbones right from them shoulder bits as was his enemies and turn flags of them.

Again he watches her example, bringing the colored ice on up to take bites out of. He lifts it in a sort of cheers and thanks to her.

"Ahhh~" A blissful sigh and she leans back in her seat once more. "That hits the spot."

Crossing her legs and wiggling her toes she watched the Initiate discover the flavor of the grape ice syrup "Not bad huh? Cheap and refreshing. Kids go crazy for this stuff on a hot day back home. Give em a couple of these and a pocket full of quarters and they'll be happy for a couple hours at least." She was thinking back to her niece and nephew. Likely she'd never see them again but her family had always been prepared for that.

Smirking at his explanation she winked, "Trust me brother, I know how you mean. I've had so many fresh starts just in the last two years that I barely recognize the gal in the mirror. Seems like every time I lose another friend I have to start all over."

And she'd lost many, MANY friends in the last two years.

Grape ice syrup is curiously similar to that of grape soda syrups. Which is to say, incredibly sugary and wholly artificial. His favorite.

"That a thing you humans do? JUST GET ON SPILLING SWEET AND SHINE FOR THE SPENDING? Not even for no thing or other reasoningwise?" He looks curious, wondering if such idyllic sounding things could truly up and be.

He shoots her a look sympathetic. He was coming up on his first sweep-- two years, real fast. He got missing people, losing them. Maybe not so much as her, but still.

"SEEMS YOU AIN'T DONE ON TOO BAD, SISTER. Least not from where at I'm standing," He tells her.

"Oh sure! We've got so much sticky sweet going around you can buy it just about anywhere. We give it to kids just to be nice or to reward em for not being brats ya know?"

Things that she tried not to take for granted. Even if the Capitol seemed to have even more sweetness on tap.

"Still standing. Still grinning. Still annoying the hell out of people even if they try to ignore me." She chuckled crossing her legs and bouncing a foot idly. "A Princess asked me to do what I do best and this is about halfway there."

It would take much more work to turn the Capitol on it's head like she'd been tasked.

Just to be nice. To wrigglers. Or give reward as for not being urchins on toward the whole of motherfucking society and its many motherfucking elders.

He has to look on in amused disbelief. Humans and their strange ass customs.

"UPON ALTERNIA, BEING NICE ONTO WRIGGLERS WAS THE SPARING OF THEM ALONE. That and making tell as only to be taking off one limb over the two," He laughs. "THINKING AT I WANT SOME OF THIS MORE."

He lifts a brow at her then. "Princess? ANOTHER ONE? Fuck, seems as we get a lot of them here." He stares upwards, musing, then says, "NEED MORE CLOWNS IS WHAT."

Harley laughed right back "Well we can't all be hardy wrigglers from Alternia. Human kids are soft and delicate things. They can be tough if they have to be, but it messes them up inside. You can only push a kid so far before he stops being a kid entirely you know? I figure that's the problem with most of the kids around here and probably some of the adults. No childhood to speak of." She dug around in the cooler throwing him another iced treat.

A longing sigh was met when he suggested more clowns. "I can think of one clown. I hate his guts I love him so much." She slurped up the juices from her own tube of ice licking her lips slowly.

"He's a jerk and he's terrible for me. But if one clown could turn this place into a giant circus it'd be him." There was a pause before she added "Either that or he'd be shot in the head on day one and we'd never see him again." Which wasn't entirely a bad thing even if it would break her heart.

"That'th what you're raithing money for? I didn't know Mentorth did that. I thought they jutht.... mentored."

He surreptitiously glanced around, making sure he wasn't scaring any of her customers away.

"What I want or need at the moment are thingth no one can give me." Freedom, for example. "But I gueth if I had to make a requetht for the arena, I'd thay thend me thingth that can't be crafted, like firtht-aid kitth. Don't bother with food, I can uthually get my own."

He was no Disciple, but he was learning fast how to hunt more effectively. He had some practice back home, and in the last arena.

Can only push so far before they stop being a kid. Humans, speaking like that ain't being a good thing. But such as came of aliens. He won't scoff it now. Especially not when all it's getting him more all of these motherfucking "otter" pops. He's never seen beasts colorful as like these otters.

He notes that longing sigh. His brows are going up when at she says what she does. Was things like this as threw him always. It sounds a textbook kismesis most motherfucking romantic. Except for where she says at she loves him. A vacillating mess is what at it sounds like.

"S'a shame your kind ain't go on about auspisticizing. SOUNDS AS YOU AND THIS CLOWNING BROTHER COULD BE AT TO USING IT. All make dealing on that red-pitch vacillating for the settling," He says. Then he shrugs. "BUT THAT AIN'T MY BUSINESS NONE MUCH. Figure that's probably being why such a motherfucker ain't gone kicking it about hereways. S'WHY THEY GOT ME IN WHILE I WAS YOUNG, NOT ALL THOUSAND SWEEPS DONE."

"Oooo is that so?" She flipped around onto her stomach, resting her chin in one hand while holding her own Otter Pop with the other and watching him over the tops of her sunglasses.

"So you turn out to be a real big bad booty conqueror of worlds huh? Or are you more of the mass murdering chaos type? And how'd you find out what your future holds anyway? I mean the Capitol has their ways but I'm not sure that's entirely accurate."

She sure hoped not anyway. Back in the mall arena she'd poured over the comic books based on her and some of her potential futures were downright grim.

"Well sure we do." Harley chirped brightly "Problem is your District is stuck with me as a Mentor and for awhile I was doing great at raising money but these days..." She sighed and pouted her lips "Well let's just say I'm not going on as many dates with the rich and charitable these days."

Her bad reputation for being rebellious and downright dangerous was finally outweighing the novelty of sleeping with her which meant even the most depraved of Capitolites were calling for other mentors and ignoring Harley's attempts to contact them

"The Coordinator is supposed to help raise money too." She added "So it's not all on me thank goodness. But I'm sure we can hook you up with some firtht-aid kitth's for you."

Harley was proud of herself that it had taken her this long to break down and finally tease him a little about his manner of speaking. It had been a struggle not to jump right into it.

Well if she's going all to sit like that, he figures she won't mind him leaning right up against the stand himself. She doesn't seem disturbed. Unlike with many, he doens't feel any qualm in telling.

He shrugs his shoulders to make lesser deal of it though. "Both motherfucking things?" He answers sort of helplessly. He sighs. "FROM THE PAST, ME. Everyone else gets being of the future. EVEN BEST FRIENDS WHAT WAS MINE. Capitol didn't need on gettin' accurate, but I'm thinking like they did for what fits. LEAST OF ME."

He throws a grin despite himself. "It's chill though. AIN'T GONNA BE A FUTURE MINE IF I CAN HELP IT. What about you? YOU SET FOR HERE OR ONWARDS?"

"Oh onwards absolutely." She declared slurping up the second frozen treat and rolling the wrapper between her fingers.

"I got some unfinished business back home. You ever done something stupid for love? And then realized that it was a huge screw up and you wish you could take back everything that led up to that moment?"

Let it never be said that Harley Quinn was subtle or closed off about her life.

"The Capitol did a great job of motivating me when they brought my best friend for a visit last year. She may have forgiven me but that don't mean I can rest on my cute toosh and forgive myself. I gotta go back to Gotham and make sure that I set things right. Whatever that means."

He mimics the action of curling the wrapper, always trying to learn off these human motherfuckers how best to do it all. From foods to greetings and all the more.

"Shockingly, naw. AIN'T GONE FUCKED UP IN THAT MOTHERFUCKING DEPARTMENT ON YET. Mostly just screw on up in spite of it all. BUT FUCK YEAH, I GET WANTING TAKING IT BACK."

It's interesting to learn of a sister. Certainly braodens what viewing he's got. Starts to make a clearer picture for him. And, strangely, sometimes it's nice knowing he's not the only with baggage and regrets.

"Well shit, sister, what can I even up and do? WHAT CAN ANY MOTHERFUCKER EVEN UP AND DO? All but getting a root on for you, yo. I GOT MY FAITH. You'll kick that shit right proper down the stairs of getting it done."

She grinned back at him and then puckered her lips blowing him a kiss.

"Your adoration and support is all I require my loyal fanboy. That and so long as you keep being your own loud and crazy self so I have someone to watch when I get the longing for a clown."

She put a slight, luxurious moan to the word "Longing" for fun, squirming her hips a little in the process.

She gets right on to his weakness. His got an embarrassed grin upon his face and an indigo flush up under his paint. He hides his eyes with a hand even as he laughs.

"NAW, SISTER," He says back in turn. "Don't let the paint get on a fool. I AIN'T YOUR TYPE." Human and troll first the fuck off. All that madness what came of business with Shepard and their parting for second.

"Got girl of my own all anyways. SWEETEST SISTER IS SHE. But all true and truthfulness, support's being all a sorts free for Carnival family," He promises.

"Aw, that's great! You deserve someone sweet to help out with your sweet tooth...or teeth as it may be." She teased and kicked her feet childishly.

"That being said, unless it causes trouble I'll just keep flirtin' however I like. You can let me worry about who is and isn't my type." She laughed out loud.

He grins all sheepish then, smiling down at the ground. "ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT. Got me on at for being there. I'LL KEEP MY TRAP SHUT ON SUCH NOISE."

He gets an idea then. "Hey, let me pay back some ways on later, what with my credit. OUGHT TO GET MY GIRL ONE OF THEM RED ONES. And my own as a good old fashioned glitter bombing."

"Ooo, you mean you owe me a favor? Well I'd been a real fool to say no to an offer like that." Harley's grin was almost more wicked then a sharp toothed trolls for just a few seconds before melting back into her usual playful cheer.

"And I'm always in favor of a glitter bombing. It's all the fun of annoying someone but with beautiful sparkly glitter."

"SURE THING, WICKED SISTER." That wicked grin could mean a whole lot of things but he finds he's not afraid. She's a sister of the Carnival, even if not truly so. He knows what games get played.

"Afraid I ain't in for the annoying by glitter this time though. THIS IS ALL BEING FOR ME, TO GET MY PRAYER ON RIGHTEOUS. Throwing the stardust is how all we do, but's it's being close as I can get on with glitter, yo. HIT ME."

Before the period has been placed on his last two words she's sprang from the chair with surprising speed and agility for someone not in the arena and she's plunged her hands into the box of improvised weapons. If this were an actual life or death scenario he probably still could have dodged it...but it was still impressive for a mentor who didn't have to actually train every day in preparation for an arena.

One, two three! Red and black glitter exploded against his chest and forehead like a magicians trick gone sideways and people yelped and scampered in a panic on the misunderstanding that a mentor was attacking a tribute.

Harley's eyes were crackling with energy as she watched the glitter swirl around him clinging to his skin, clothes hair and anything else it could before what's left came to rest on the floor.

He's thankful he's damn fast and smart enough not to leave his mouth gaping open or some stupid thing or other as the split-second action goes down. Sister is a practised glitter bomber. Like dynamite, and that's the colors what get burst over him, fire and ash.

Once the Initial moment has past, he swirls a bit so the dust falls over the whole of him. Then he grins back up at her. His hand go together, palms flat like in prayer, and he bows to her. Thankful is he. Messiahs would be pleased.

"Miracles," He laughs as he rises on up.

He rolled his eyes and briefly stuck out his tongue at her for making fun of his lisp. Just another day in the life of the Ψiioniic.

Dates. Psii was no stranger to being obligated to pail, and he had been surprised he and the other Tributes weren't required to give their genetic material here. He did the math: It was worse than the requirement for adult trolls to have their quadrants filled. Harley was partly responsible for more than four lives, but she went into it knowing that only one Tribute, at best, would make it out of the arena alive. It was a losing battle no matter how he looked at it, and hardly worth the price. Psii couldn't speak for his districtmates, but he didn't want anyone sticking out their neck for him.

"Thankth for doing all that for uth. You didn't have to. Forget the kitth, I don't need anything. Trollth are uthed to dying untimely deathth in fightth, not thtarving or getting thick like a chump."

"You're goddamn right!" She cheered bundling up three more glitter bombs in a bag and passing them to him. It was her original intention all along that anyone who asked for glitter bombs would in turn get bombed in glitter before they left. It was more fun that way.

She pouted and then whined "But I waaaaaana." she slid from her deck chair approaching him with her hands outstretched attempting to place them on either side of his face so she could look into his eyes.

"You may not think so, but you're important. Any one of my tributes could be the one to save more tributes in the future. So if I gave up on you then I might as well give up on all of em."

Or something nobelish like that.

"I got lucky, and I lost a really good friend to get out of the arenas. If I have any say in it the next winner from District Nine won't have to give up something quite that precious or suffer as much." A surprisingly steady tone of voice accompanied this part. For the first time in a long while Harley sounded more like Harleen Quinnzel and less like Harley Quinn.

If he didn't know her, he'd bat her away. He valued his personal space when he'd grown up among trolls who were just as likely to take his hand off as shake it. As it was, he cautiously let her put her warm human hands on his cooler, rougher skin and let her say her piece.

His face was not as cool as it could be, as yellow began to flush the gray of his cheeks. Her supportive touch was getting too close to one of the platonic romances of trolls, and he was finicky about that quadrant to begin with. Casual sex came easier than talking about his feelings. He gently peeled her hands off and brought them together in front of him.

"I've already been through all that back home, tho no need to protect my innothenthe or any bullshit like that.... But thankth. I'm pretty thet on not dying. The deathth are real, and there'th alwayth a chanthe I might not come back."

"See, at least you get it. There are some tributes out there who still don't believe the deaths are real." she laughed in a belabored sort of way and for a moment her eyes looked very far away.

"I still remember when we found out how easy it was for them to make new bodies for us. It was back in this awful desert arena. I was teamed up with Donnie the turtle...did you ever meet him? He was so fun!"

Especially after Harley had helped push him into madness.

"We had been "Killed" in this arena that looked like my candy dreams come true. When we woke up in the desert it was like the worst bait and switch ever. Then on these TVs we could see what was happening in the other arena, including our bodies which were left to rot."

That had been the straw that had broken Donnie. After that he was a bloodthirsty killing machine, even killing Harley once she'd annoyed him enough.

"Dethert dethhert? Wow, that'th the lametht joke ever."

That was all he could do, jadedly rate the Gamemakers' creativity when it came to killing them. It was the same on Alternia, where killing was sometimes relegated to high art.

"No, I never met The Turtle." He took it for a nickname, like a troll's title. Something official, but not a hatchname. "Take my word for it, I have vithionth that alwayth come true. They returned with my powerth in the thpathe arena. The deathth are real."

His reaction however makes her laugh.

"See? That's what I thought! I mean normally I love punny humor but...sheesh."

She probably would have liked it more if she'd been allowed to stay on the candy side.

Harley's smile faded a bit and she looked curious now leaning closer.

"See anything really good when the powers were on? If you can't talk about it just blink twice real hard." She winked as if that was somehow less suspicious.

He rolled his eyes at her "subtlety." Then he grew serious, gazing far off into memory.

"I thaw my own death, along with everyone elthe killed in the exthplothion. That'th how I knew what the bunker looked like. I dethcribed it to SS, and he thaid he knew where it wath. He wath my only friend; I made thure he got in and thurvived."

It had been frightening, not knowing if he was going to see his friend again, but he knew he had to sacrifice himself so Signless could live. That was how he'd operated on Alternia as well, whether Signless knew or not. He had a gift with people and the power to galvanize them into action. Panem had done its best to bring Signless down, and Psii had to remind him of the ideals he stood for.

"Wowzers!" She exclaimed looking appropriately impressed. "Can I pat you on the back or something that's like...one of the most nobel things a fella can do for his friend. Even if the Capitol don't appreciate self sacrifice some of us offworlders still see how important it is."

This coming from the girl who got herself killed in her first arena trying to protect the daughter of one of her sworn enemies.

"You pretty much are a big walking trope for people who can see the future though. Heavy is the burden of those who can see the road of fate unwinding and so on. Are your visions ever wrong?"

"You can pat me on the back ath long ath you don't thtab me in it," he quipped with the smirk and swiftness that came with quoting a common phrase. With trolls, it was half serious and mostly literal.

"That'th why I don't like my vithionth. They're alwayth right, and they're alwayth about doom." His mood darkened again. "It'th not thpethial or noble, jutht a pain in the ath theeing all my friendth dying. I can't help picking out their voitheth. It'th even more of a pain when I tell them they're going to die and they don't believe me."

"Yeesh, I could see why you'd be happy to be rid of them then. Maybe once you finally win you won't ever have to have another...it's weird to think about the Capitol's depowering actually being a good thing for a change."

Not that it was the first time Harley had met someone who was happy to be depowered.

"Have you ever managed to at least...soften the blow from one of your visions? Like how you saved your boy in the arena?"

"Well, it'th.... not like I want to get rid of them exthactly. Telekinethith ith pretty damn utheful, ethpethially when I can't reach the remote."

The ghost of a smile flitted across his face, then was gone as quickly as it appeared.

"It'th a double-edged thtabbing implement. The vithionth warn me of impending doom tho I can prepare anyone who might lithten. If a friend benefitth from my forethight, then it'th worth it. Doethn't happen often, though. Motht of the time, people don't lithten to me."

She laughed out loud at his entirely practical use of "telekinethith" powers "You're a regular couch potato after my own heart." she praised.

"And we might as well change your name to Cassandra at this rate. Where I come from we had a story of a girl who could see things like that. And she tried to warn the whole city of it's impending doom but nope! No one ever wanted to listen!"

Winking at him she added "Personally I think it's in the presentation. I mean you've got plenty of suckers out there looking for guidance in their lives. That's probably something that all humans share if not all intelligent life. We want to have a purpose right? A direction to head in so we feel like we're not wasting out lives. Around here they chose to find that purpose listening to their government overlords."

An exaggerated eye roll because where's the fun in that.

"I guess you're kind of proof though that sometimes a surprise is better then planning ahead. I wouldn't say no though if I could get your powers turned back on full time. I'd just make sure you had plenty of treats to sooth your poor nerves after they kicked in."

Psii would like to meet with this Cassandra. Two of a kind. Too bad people put more stock in armored sociopaths instead of real clairvoyants.

Harley surprised him with a curve ball, one that contained offers of comfort. In some ways he was still very much fresh-off-the-ship. He wasn't used to kindness in Alternian culture. Only the strong were fit to survive. His first instinct was to brush it off, tell her not to worry, he'd dealt with this since before he could comprehend what his visions were....

"Thankth for that. I'm not uthed to thith many people looking out for me."

Admitting that he needed looking out for was embarrassing.

"I'll thee you around," he added hurriedly.

"You take care Psii guy." She blew another kiss after him before allowing his escape. He was probably her favorite tribute, not that she'd admit that to the others in her district.

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