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Calixto couldn't help but perk up when Christopher mentioned a garden. He had indeed seen the playground but he didn't get a good look at it since it didn't intrest him. But a garden? That would probably be the best place here. Even though he hadn't seen it yet, he was sure it would be paradise compared to the stuffy insides of the orphanage. . Normally Calixto would have taken Christopher's offer to be alone, but curiosity got the better of him once again and he ended up shaking his head. He didn't want to go blindly searching for the garden, because more than pesky little kids, Calix hated feeling confusion and awkwardness, so the only option was to ask Christopher. Calix turned away from the door to their shared room, a serious look on his face. Although it wasn't the best expression, it was, however, at the very least, an emotion on his otherwise emotionless face. "Take me to the garden." Calixto stated before realizing he might need to be a bit nicer in order to get what he wanted. "Please. And thank you for the tour." He added, rolling on the balls of his feet as he waited for the other boy to guide the way. . As soon as they arrived at the garden, Calixto took off, inspecting every inch of the area. Which didn't take much time, considering the garden was relatively small. And besides that, alot of the plants were in poor shape. It was honestly a sad sight for a nature lover like he was, but Calix was ready to fix that. "This place is a disaster." He muttered as he squatted down, sticking his finger halfway into the soil. A second later he frowned and pulled his finger out. "They need watered." . Calix stood up and went over to some weak looking kale plants. "It's no wonder these aren't doing well. They need more sun than what they're getting in their position." He murmured before moving on to a Peace Lily that seemed like it was meant to be a center piece of the garden but was now only a crippled mess. "And this is getting too much sun. This type of flower is really delicate." He then looked around at all the other surrounding plants. "The reason why alot of these guys aren't doing well is because you aren't giving them the right conditions they need to thrive." . Calixto stood up and turned to look at Chris with a questioning gaze. "Who takes care of the garden? Do the little kids come back here often? Do you know all the things that are growing here?" Despite his voice still being monotone, the sparkle in Calixto's eyes was undeniable. He had always wanted a garden, but the dream wasn't feasible when he went from home to home. But now maybe he could, if the people in charge let him. "Do you think they would let me revamp this place? Plant new stuff? Is there anything that they on purposely harvest here? I see some tomato vines. I can always add what they need into the mix when I go to redo everything." Edited at December 7, 2024 08:00 PM by Terebinth Wolves
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Talk about a surprise. Chris had been pretty shocked when the boy—what was his name again? Calix? No, Calixto—had asked to be taken to the gardens. Given their earlier chilly interaction at breakfast, Chris had assumed this kid was one of those types who would avoid talking as much as possible. The kind of guy who stayed locked in their room, headphones on, glaring at anyone who dared breathe in their direction. But no. Here they were, standing in the overgrown, sunbaked patch of dirt Horizons called a "garden," and Calixto was... talking. Like, really talking. Not just one-word responses or sarcastic mutters, but full-on sentences. He was practically chatting up a storm about plants and his plans for the garden, gesturing animatedly at the wilted vines and scraggly bushes like he was some kind of horticultural visionary. Chris tried to keep up, but his brain was still catching up to the whiplash. This was *not* what he'd expected when he agreed to show Calix around. He kicked at a wilted tomato plant near his feet, trying to buy himself a moment to organize his thoughts. “Uh,” he said, his voice breaking through the other boy’s stream of ideas. “Little kids aren’t allowed back here. Ten and up. Liability or something. Don’t ask me why.” He gestured vaguely toward the weed-choked pathway leading back to the main building. The other kid didn’t even seem fazed. He just kept talking about what the garden *could* be—more vegetables, better flowers, maybe even a bench or two. It was the most energy Chris had seen out of him all day, and it was seriously contagious. Chris folded his arms, frowning thoughtfully at a sad, spindly cucumber plant that had clearly given up on life weeks ago, and pulled a leaf off of it. “I mean, yeah, probably. They like that kind of stuff. The adults, I mean. Like, when you try to make the place more... homey.” The word tasted awkward on his tongue. This place wasn’t home, not for him, not for anyone. But he guessed it was better than nothing. He squinted up at the blazing sun, then glanced back at Calix. “I think Miss Linda knows someone who donates seeds or whatever,” he added. “Or you could ask Mr. Clean, but he'll probably try to get you to open up to him about your entire life story.” He hesitated, his voice cheerful. “It’s cool you wanna, you know... fix it up. Most people don’t care about this place enough to try.” Chris stuffed his hands in his pockets and kicked at the dirt again, feeling a little out of his depth. Calix’s excitement was unexpected, sure, but maybe... not the worst thing. He grinned. "I can help too, if you want." He gestured to the storage shed. "There's a buncha rakes and gardening stuff in there. Nobody's gotten stuff out of there since this group of girls when I was eleven. We used to have fresh snap peas all the time."
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Calixto was pleased to hear that only certain ages got to come here. He had been planning to fix the walkway if the adults let him, but if that was the only thing keeping the younger kids away from this sacred space, he could afford to leave it. The only thing he was worried about was that if he fixed this place up, it would become infested with the other, older kids that could actually come. If he wasn't careful, they would steal this place from under his nose. Because he wasn't about to tolerate alot of others in his space. Which meant he couldn't let anyone find out, otherwise everyone would ruin this peaceful place. . Calixto happened to glance up at Christopher, only to see him kick a poor plant and pick a leaf off of another. His expression darkened, not exactly thrilled at the other boy's actions. Hearing Christopher talk only made Calix angrier. The kid was getting ahead of himself. Yeah, Calix had made the mistake of talking more than he should've, but that didn't mean it was okay for Christopher to pretend like they were friends now. "I don't care about this place. I just want a space that isn't insufferable." Calix muttered, his voice cold as he stood up and brushed the dirt off of his pants. He turned his icy stare onto the other boy. "And if I catch you ever hurting the new plants I plant you will regret it. How would you like to get kicked and your hair pulled out?" . Calixto then turned away, making his way over to the shed. There had to be some way to keep the other kids from finding out about the garden, right? But even if there was, the secret would always be at risk since Christopher and whichever adult he would seek permission from would be a liability. He couldn't do anything about the adult, but he needed to figure out a plan of action that would keep Christopher quiet. Unfortunately, he didn't know much about the other boy, so he wasn't sure which strings he should pull. Before Calix could reach the shed, a sigh escaped him as he suddenly turned to face Christopher again. While he didn't exactly appreciate the other boy, it would be good to have a helping hand, especially considering the garden's state. . Running a hand through his medium length black hair, Calixto spoke up. "Look, I'm not here to make friends and I don't want to. I just started talking so much because I'm fond of nature and I wasn't thinking. I'm here until I'm eighteen but then I'll disappear just like everyone does. Still, it'll be hard to do everything on my own. You can help. But don't think I'm going to be nice to you. And also, just don't tell the other kids about this if you know what's good for them and you. I don't want anyone ruining the work I put into this place. Got it?" Calixto asked, laying out the ground rules of the space he would be cultivating. After that he turned back to the shed and started rummaging through it, bringing out all the tools he thought would be useful for the work ahead.
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Chris stood there, stunned for a moment as Calixto turned his icy glare on him and unleashed his tirade. His first instinct was to laugh—because really, who threatens to kick someone and pull out their hair over plants? But the cold edge in Calixto’s tone made it clear he wasn’t joking, and Chris swallowed the chuckle before it could escape. Instead, he raised his hands in mock surrender, stepping back from the wilting tomato plant like it might testify against him. “Alright, alright. Message received. No kicking plants, no touching leaves, no... I don’t know, breathing too hard near your precious tomatoes,” Chris said, his tone light but not mocking. “Relax, man. I’m not here to wreck your garden revolution.” He watched as Calixto marched off toward the shed, his shoulders stiff with determination. Chris couldn’t help but shake his head. The guy was clearly serious about turning this patch of dirt into something special, and while Chris didn’t exactly get the appeal, he had to admit there was something kind of impressive about the intensity. When Calixto paused, turned back, and laid out his terms like some kind of nature warlord, Chris smirked despite himself. The guy was prickly, sure, but at least he was honest. Chris could work with that. “Got it,” Chris said, nodding. “No friends, no niceness, and absolute secrecy. You’ve got yourself a deal.” He crossed his arms and leaned against a nearby fence post, watching as Calixto began pulling tools out of the shed with a singular focus. After a moment, he added, “You know, you’re kind of intense about this, but I respect it. You want a hand with all that, or should I just stand here and keep looking pretty?” Calixto didn’t respond immediately, too busy assessing the tools he’d gathered. Chris waited, figuring he’d either get barked at or handed a shovel, and honestly, he wasn’t sure which outcome he preferred. “You’re right about one thing, though,” Chris continued, his tone softening slightly. “People do leave. Most of us are just... passing through. But if you’re sticking around long enough to fix this place up, maybe you don't have to be grouchy while you’re here. Just saying.” Chris pushed off the fence and walked a few steps closer to Calixto, his hands shoved in his pockets. “Anyway, like I said—if you need help, I’m here. And I promise, no plant abuse. Scout’s honor or whatever.” He offered a small, lopsided smile, then leaned casually against the shed, waiting to see if Calixto would take him up on the offer or just tell him to get lost.
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Calixto rolled his eyes when Christopher brought up breathing too hard. As if he was that much of a control freak. But he quickly forgot about that when the boy agreed to his terms. Wow, he had thought Christopher would need alot more convincing than that. It's not like he was complaining, he was just surprised. Still, he would happily take it. So he tuned Chris out for a minute as he focused on getting the tools he needed. A shovel, gloves, watering can, rake... all the good stuff. He wasn't sure if the gloves would fit him - they seemed small. And all of the tools were rusted and no doubt old. It reminded him once more that this place was less than ideal. He was just grateful to have a chance at gardening in the first place though, so he dared not complain. . Calixto came back to reality just in time to hear Christopher speak up once more. His expression darkened for a moment, bad memories filling his brain like weeds. It didn't help that Christopher was alike Aaron, his ex-best friend, always making jokes of some kind. Calixto's knuckles turned white as his grip around the spade he was currently holding tightened tenfold. He quickly shoved the plastic tool into Christopher's chest, silently telling him to take it. "Sorry, I forgot how to be a loser like you a long time ago." He muttered when Chris brought up not being grouchy. Calixto then handed him a few other items as he added, "Another rule. No making jokes. They are annoying." After Christopher couldn't carry anymore, Calix pointed towards the corner of the garden closest to the entrance. "Put everything there. Once we get permission we'll start working there." . Calixto quickly grabbed the rest of the tools before following after Christopher. Once everything was sat down, Calix glanced around as he wondered how things ended up like this. Why did Christopher want to help when he was being so hostile to him? What was wrong with this boys head? "I'll go get permission. You stay here and just start pulling the weeds. Start right here and work your way down. Please try not to step or pull on any live plants. If they have a hint of green still then I might be able to save them." With that said, Calix put his hands in his pockets, turned and started his journey to find the old guy. . Calixto didn't forget what Christopher had told him, and while he didn't exactly want to spill his guts to an old man, he figured he could try and get the man's pity and make him promise not to tell the other kids about the garden. It would be easy, he just needed to milk his story for all that it was worth. He would say something like, 'My best friend betrayed me and the whole school turned against me. And when my family finally moved to get away from all the toxicity, my mother got deathly sick. Her last words to me were 'please, Calixto, promise me you'll be happy'. After that my dad tried his very hardest to provide for me, but he never seemed to be able to make enough to give me and my sister a comfortable life. We struggled for years until my father was put out of his misery by a car crash. But then he left me and my sister all alone. My sister would cry every night and it hurt because all I could do was hold her. The only thing that brings me joy nowadays is nature and quiet solitude. So please keep the garden a secret. I promise I won't be completely alone. Christopher is really nice. Honestly, I'm starting... to feel loved again.' And then cue the tears. . That, my friends, was the power of manipulation Calix had learned to use on adults to get what he wanted. But the only thing Calix wouldn't ever admit was the reason why his friend betrayed him - the fact that he was gay. No amount of convincing would make him tell a soul. Because he thought if he did, things would end up like they did last time. Edited at December 7, 2024 10:22 PM by Terebinth Wolves
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Chris blinked, catching the spade Calixto shoved at his chest, a little startled by the abruptness. He adjusted his grip on the handle, arching a brow as Calixto muttered his dig about being a loser. "Wow, thanks for that. Your motivational speeches really hit me right in the feels," he said dryly. As Calixto handed him a pile of other tools and set the no-jokes rule, Chris sighed dramatically but nodded. "Fine. No jokes. I’ll be the picture of seriousness, your grumpy highness." He shifted the tools in his arms, trying not to drop anything, and followed the pointed finger toward the designated spot in the garden. He was a little hurt by the fact that Chris didn’t miss the tightness in Calixto’s posture or the way his expression darkened now and then. Something about it made him want to tread a little lighter, even if Calixto didn’t exactly make it easy to be nice. There was something under all that prickliness—anger, maybe, or hurt—but Chris wasn’t about to push. Not yet, anyway. After setting the tools down in the corner Calixto had indicated, Chris stood back and surveyed the mess of weeds, broken stems, and drooping plants. It wasn’t much, but he could see the potential Calixto was so clearly invested in. He crouched down and tugged halfheartedly at a stubborn weed while listening to Calixto outline the plan. "Pull weeds, don’t murder the green ones. Got it," Chris said, brushing dirt off his fingers. He leaned back on his heels and gave Calixto a mock salute as the boy turned to leave. "Good luck charming Mr. Clean. Let me know if you need backup." As the other boy walked away, Chris watched him for a moment, his brow furrowing slightly. He couldn’t quite figure the guy out. Calixto was guarded, sure, but there was an intensity to him that Chris found oddly fascinating—like he cared too much but didn’t know how to show it without building walls. With a shrug, Chris turned back to the weeds. The sun beat down on the garden, and he realized how quiet it was out here compared to the chaotic energy inside the building. He could almost see why Calixto liked this place so much. Except that he didn't want to be on his hands and knees pulling weeds. He scowled for a moment, jerking a weed out of the walkway. As he worked, pulling up weeds and trying to leave anything remotely green intact, Chris couldn’t help but wonder what Calixto was going to say to the old guy. Whatever it was, he hoped it worked, because he had no interest in having to spend long periods of time in the Rec Room with a kid who didn't like him, and had no hobbies to pass the time either. Trying to amuse himself, he pulled a stake out of the dirt, and started fencing with a snap pea plant, one of the only ones that was still thriving, since it was in the back corner of a plot. "En garde," he muttered, swinging the metal stake at the dead leaves.
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Honestly, actually finding the old man was the hardest part of the operation. He had no idea where he had went to talk with Lauren. They weren't in his office or anywhere eles he looked. Finally he decided to check outside since he couldn't think of anywhere eles. Sure enough, they were there, and it seemed like Lauren was actually getting ready to leave. Once she had left, Calixto came out of hiding and asked to talk. As they settled into the man's office, Calix started his sob story. Like so many other times, he managed to get the pity he needed in order to manipulate the situation. It was a bit annoying because the old man asked alot of questions, but Calix managed to get through the 'interrogation' unharmed. More than that, he gained the approval to renovate the garden as well as a promise that no one would find out from the old man's lips. Mission successful. . Calixto headed back to Christopher and the garden in a relatively good mood. But that quickly changed when he saw Chris not only messing around but also destroying one of the few semi healthy plants. Anger bubbled up in his stomach but he tamped it down, deciding instead of just blowing up, he would scare Christopher a bit to hopefully get him to behave from now on. Because it was obvious by now that he wasn't capable of listening to verbal directions. Did this boy have ADHD or something? Whatever the case, Calix quietly grabbed the plastic spade, making sure to stay absolutely quiet so Christopher wouldn't notice him. Then, with a lunge forward and using the spade, Calix stopped Chris from hitting the snap pea plant with his stake. Using Chris's shock as an advantage, Calix knocked the stake out of his hand, grabbed the other boy's collar and then gently pressed the plastic spade against Chris's neck. . "I told you not to harm any of the still green plants. And you were supposed to be pulling weeds. Are you deaf or something? Do you need me to spell everything out for you?" Calixto growled before shoving Christopher away. He then pointed to a particularly dead area of the garden. "If you must destroy something, go do it over there. Clear everything out of that spot. And for heaven's sake, do as I tell you this time. I swear, if you blatantly ignore my rules again you will be thrown out of here. I'm not going to tolerate you're unruly behavior any longer." Calix then picked up the metal stake that Christopher had been using a moment ago and gave it back to him with a 'I mean business' glare. . Calixto turned away and went to inspect the damage Christopher had done to the snap pea plant. "Tch. This is why I hate orphanages. They don't teach kids basic manners. Just because you don't have parents doesn't mean you can just do whatever you want. I bet he has been a orphan his whole life." Calix muttered to himself, letting his anger out verbally like he so often did. He had thought Christopher had already left to the other side of the garden and therefore didn't hold back with his harsh words. Although Calix's words are never really nice, he usually does his best to not go overboard like he had just done. But thinking the other boy was already gone, he let himself let loose. . (You can choose whether or not Chris heard Calixto)
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Chris crouched by the weeds, idly tugging at a stubborn root as Calixto’s words floated through the air. *"This is why I hate orphanages. They don’t teach kids basic manners. Just because you don’t have parents doesn’t mean you can do whatever you want. I bet he’s been an orphan his whole life."* The root in his hand snapped sharply, but Chris didn’t flinch. He just stared down at the broken piece, feeling something twist uncomfortably deep inside his chest. He swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry. He didn’t turn around or say anything. There wasn’t much point, was there? People always thought they knew. Knew what it was like, knew what his life must’ve been, knew *him.* And no matter what he said, they’d still believe what they wanted to believe. Chris went back to pulling weeds, his hands working a little faster now, more focused. His jaw tightened, but his expression stayed neutral, maybe even a little blank. He wasn’t going to let Calixto see that it stung, even though it did. He felt the words settle like a quiet weight in his chest, pressing against that part of him he didn’t like to think about too much. The part that whispered *maybe he’s right, maybe that’s what everyone thinks when they see you.* Chris wiped his hands on his jeans, brushing dirt away that wasn’t really there. He kept his gaze fixed on the ground, on the weeds, on anything but Calixto. “We’ll get it cleared out,” he muttered after a long pause, his voice quieter than usual. Without looking back, he bent over the patch of weeds and kept working. He didn’t want to give Calixto the satisfaction of a reaction, but inside, he couldn’t shake the hollow ache the words had left behind, throbbing deep in his chest.
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After muttering his heart piercing words, Calixto went to work on his portion, unaware the other boy had heard him. He didn't bother with the gloves, instead going at it bare handed. He knew the idea wasn't exactly smart and it was a good way to hurt his hands, but he couldn't be bothered with trying to squeeze his hands into the gloves. Sure enough, he pricked his finger against particularly sharp remains of a plant. He hissed through his teeth, bringing his pricked finger to his lips. It was then that he heard Christopher's words and first started to wonder if something was wrong. Glancing over at the other boy, Calix tilted his head, temporarily distracted from his work. Somehow, despite just meeting, Calix could tell that something was wrong just from the tone of Chris's voice. Yet he quickly shook his head, mentally reminding himself that he wasn't here to make friends. ~ After hours of working in the hot sun, Calixto had managed to rid the whole right side of the garden - aka his side - of weeds. As for the left side - Christopher's side - Calix had no idea what he had managed to get done because the two had worked in tense silence for basically the whole time and he didn't want to micromanage Chris's work since it would only have just exhausted both boys to the point of irritation. In about an hour it would be noon, but Calix was already about to pass out. He had multiple small wounds on his hands and he was starving because he hadn't really eaten breakfast. So he got to his feet and wiped the sweat from his brow before turning to adress Christopher. "Hey, we should take a break. Come on." . As the two headed to the orphanage's kitchen to get a much needed drink, Calixto was once again suspicious of Christopher. What had he done to make him like this besides threaten him a little to do his work? And it couldn't have been because of the threats because they always just bounced off of Christopher before. What was wrong to make him so mopey all of a sudden? No matter how hard Calix thought, he couldn't find a reason for Christopher's decline in mood. While he didn't want to admit it, the change was starting to bug him. He was used to people feeling uncomfortable or unpleasant in his presence, but seeing a jokester become quiet worried him, no matter who it was. Be it a stranger or a rival, he hated seeing an otherwise joyful person suddenly cave in on themselves. Because it reminded him of who he used to be and what he was now. Deep down he never wanted that to happen to anyone eles, even his worst enemy.
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Chris didn’t respond immediately to Calixto’s suggestion of a break. He was too lost in his thoughts, too tired to even lift his head. He was used to the physical exhaustion, the aching muscles from hours of labor, but it was the mental weight that wore him down now. His body moved on autopilot, hands still working at the weeds, but his mind was elsewhere—somewhere darker, somewhere he didn’t want to go. He could feel Calixto’s eyes on him, but he didn’t meet his gaze. Not once. He didn’t want to. Chris had always been good at hiding, at pretending everything was fine when it wasn’t. It was easier that way. People wouldn’t ask questions if you just kept your head down, did what was expected, and didn’t make waves. He had mastered the art of silence a long time ago. When Calixto spoke again, breaking the silence with an offer to take a break, Chris nodded stiffly, his throat tight. His voice wasn’t loud when he muttered, "Yeah," but it was enough. Enough to acknowledge that he heard Calixto. Enough to say that he wasn’t going to argue. His usual deflection, the sarcasm or the quick retorts, wasn’t there. For some reason, all of that energy had drained out of him, leaving only an empty shell. They walked to the kitchen, but Chris didn’t speak, didn’t look at Calixto. He could hear the faint sounds of the other boy’s footsteps beside him, but it all felt distant, like it was happening to someone else. His mind was still stuck on the way Calixto had snapped earlier, the words that had cut deeper than he’d let on. Chris hated being reminded of the things that hurt. It made everything feel real. And right now, he didn’t want to feel real. When they got to the kitchen, Chris grabbed a bottle of water mechanically, his hands almost trembling as he unscrewed the cap. The cool liquid slid down his throat, but it didn’t do much to soothe the ache inside of him. He wasn’t even sure if he was thirsty. He wasn’t sure of much right now. Chris didn’t make eye contact. He didn’t try to explain himself or even offer the usual attempt at humor. He wasn’t capable of it at the moment. Instead, his voice came out quieter than usual when he said, "I didn’t mean to hurt your plants." It wasn’t an apology, and it wasn’t a defense. It was just something to say. Something to fill the space between them. But even as the words left his mouth, he wished he could take them back. He didn’t need to explain himself to Calixto. He didn’t need to try so hard to make everything okay. But it was easier to say something than to sit there in silence, letting everything unravel. He caught a glimpse of Calixto’s eyes on him, but didn’t return the gaze. He didn’t know what to say. He didn’t want to explain, didn’t want to show that he was struggling. Not to Calixto, not to anyone. He’d always been fine. He always would be. At least, that’s what he told himself. When Calixto spoke again, this time in a tone softer than before, Chris’s heart twisted a little. "I’m fine," he muttered, the words more to convince himself than anyone else. "I don’t need anyone looking out for me." His voice was barely audible now, and he didn’t even try to mask the exhaustion in it. It was all he could do not to let the walls he had built come crumbling down. He was tired. Tired of pretending, tired of fighting it. But he didn’t know how to stop. He couldn’t. Not with people like Calixto around. People who, for some reason, made him want to show them the things he kept hidden. It was easier to stay distant, easier to let them think he didn’t care. When Calixto didn’t say anything back, Chris let out a small breath, a quiet exhale that seemed to release all the tension he hadn’t even realized was building. He didn’t feel any better, but at least the moment had passed. He moved away from the cooler, already thinking about going back to the garden. He needed something to do, something to fill the silence again. Anything to get out of his own head. His hands reached for the door, fingers brushing the handle. He didn’t look at Calixto when he said, "I’m just gonna go back to the Rec Room. I don't wanna bother you." The words were soft, almost defeated, but he didn’t care. He just wanted to leave before the quiet suffocated him.
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