Forwarded by the ASC-VSO Posted: 7 May 2004 19:36:35 -0700 In: alt.startrek.creative From: djinn@djinnslair.com (Djinn) TITLE: Man and Man and Wife AUTHOR: Djinn CONTACT: djinn@djinnslair.com http://www.djinnslair.com SERIES: TOS RATING: R CODES: K/S/Ch, HUMOR, Chapel Fic Fest PART: 2/3 DISCLAIMERS: Paramount and Viacom own these characters--they never intended this to happen. SUMMARY: Our intrepid threesome explores a new frontier: getting Professional fictional characters at work: Do Not Try This at Home. Probably best not to read this at work. Thanks to Rabble Rouser and Trekki for the beta! --The Rehearsal Dinner-- Christine looked around the private room at the back of their favorite restaurant and felt her stomach seize up. Whose stupid idea had it been anyway to have a traditional, walk-down-the-aisle, recipe-for-disaster wedding? "You okay?" Jim asked as he came up, munching on a breadstick. "No." She grabbed his drink, drained it. The feeling of Scotch burning down her throat brought a small bit of comfort. "Where the hell is Spock?" Jim took the glass back and walked over to the bar that had been placed to the side of the long table. "He's finishing up with his cadets. You know that." He refilled his glass and poured out another for her. "Come here." "No." Her voice sounded so damned childish that she started to laugh. "What are we doing, Jim?" "We're getting married, Chris. Remember?" He carried the glasses over, handed the fresh one to her, and leaned in, nuzzling her ear. "Getting cold feet?" She smiled. "No." She turned so that his lips fell on hers. He laughed as he kissed her, one arm going around her, pulling her closer. She sighed and relaxed against him, her free hand reaching up to play with his hair the way he liked. "Hey, enough of that kissy-face stuff," Rand said. As they turned to her, she grinned. "Or at least let me play too." Jim shook his head, pulling her in for a quick hug before walking over to greet Uhura and Chekov. "If I wasn't jealous before, I am now. And that was your in-public kiss?" Rand looked around. "Where's Spock?" "Entrancing a whole new crop of female officers and probably half the males." Christine laughed. "He's at the Academy. It's finals." "Great timing, Chapel." "I didn't pick the day for this. I didn't even want to have this. Our wedding planner did. He said it would be bad luck to skip it." "Never argue with a good wedding planner." Rand waved at Scotty and Sulu as they walked in. "So I wasn't really kidding about being included." She turned a mischievous look on Christine. "You three ever take in strays?" "It's confusing enough already," Christine said with a laugh. "So that's a maybe?" Uhura grinned as she walked up. "Isn't it traditional to have an actual rehearsal with the rehearsal dinner?" Christine laughed. "It's also nice if the grooms can both make it." "Spock will be here. I saw him as I was leaving. He said he'd be finished soon." Uhura looked around. "Are we going to rehearse?" "We walk down the aisle. How hard can it be?" Rand began to hum the wedding march. "Or do we have to do some special step?" "Klingon goose step, I was thinking." Christine shook her head. "Just walk...it'd be nice if it were with some semblance of decorum. On the other hand, we're the threesome getting married. Decorum may fly out the window before we even get started." She took a big gulp of Scotch, forced herself to smile. Why, oh why hadn't they just eloped? "How big a wedding will it be?" Uhura asked. Jim walked up, put his arm around Christine. "Big enough." He grinned at her expression. "Small. It's small." He squeezed her gently. "It's not small. It's medium." Christine took a deep breath. "Small would be just us. We could do it here, right now." "Breathe." Jim kissed her cheek, then pointed to the door. "Soft...what Vulcan through yonder doorway walks?" "It is the Spock." She smiled as Spock joined them. He briefly touched Jim's shoulder and her hand before turning to the others. "Where is Doctor McCoy?" "Practicing his speech, no doubt," Jim said. "I'm sure it will be a doozy." He looked a little scared at what McCoy might come up with. In addition to giving her away, he was also best man. Their wedding planner had thrown a hissy fit, said it would screw up the feng shui of the wedding. Jim had finally threatened to can him if he didn't shut up about it. As if on cue, McCoy walked in, grinning broadly. "Tell me there's bourbon among those lovely bottles, and I'll be a happy man." Chekov held up one of the bottles. "I think this is what you want. Distilled by a little old Russian lady in Moscow...Kentucky." "Bless you, my son," McCoy said as he took the bottle from him and poured out a generous helping. Spock motioned for the waiters who had been hovering at the door to come in. "May I suggest that we sit?" "Aristocrats are so good at that," Jim whispered to her. "Does that mean you're Lord Jim and I'm Lady Christine?" "Somehow I doubt it." He gave her a last squeeze before walking to the other end of the table. He sat down by McCoy. "What's the matter, Jim? Don't you trust me to behave?" "Not even as far as I can throw you." Jim leaned in. "So, how's the speech coming?" "My toast?" McCoy grinned. "Well, I like it." "That's what I was afraid of." Christine sat next to Sulu. He shot her an easy smile, and again she was struck by how comfortable he seemed with the whole scenario. "You had a very wild youth, didn't you?" "I had an interesting roommate at the Academy. He was dating a Deltan. She was...quite fond of me." "I'm starting to get the picture." "Oh. I don't think so." He laughed, a very evil twinkle in his eye. "But you're closer than most people." She smiled. "Jan wondered if we took in strays." "Do you?" he asked, looking as if he might file that knowledge away for future use. Maybe they should start a waiting list? "No, we don't. Three's fine." "Too bad." He laughed again, then turned his attention to the appetizers that were making their way around the table. "So you're not having a bachelor party?" Scotty asked Spock. "We are not." Jim leaned in. "Who needs one last fling when you have this?" He waggled his eyebrows. "Aye. Who indeed?" Christine thought Scotty looked a bit envious suddenly. But still on the verge of some humongous laughing fit. "So who'll end up wearing the dress?" Rand asked. "She will," Spock said, indicating Christine with a nod. "It did not fit me." Christine thought Rand was going to fall off her chair. The whole table broke up. The waiters brought in wine, and Jim waited until everyone had a glass before raising his glass. "To our best friends. We may not be rehearsing, but we wanted a chance to say thank you with this dinner." "To a long and happy marriage," Uhura countered, lifting her glass to all three of them. "To very strong bedsprings," Chekov said, then pretended he hadn't meant to say it. When the giggles died down, he lifted his glass. "To love. If you find it, especially twice over, you are truly blessed." Christine wiped at her eyes. That was the sweetest thing anyone had said to the three of them. "I guess it's time for my speech." McCoy stood up. "To honor the occasion, I have written a poem. In three parts, naturally." Jim and Christine groaned, Spock stayed silent but looked slightly uneasy. Everyone else leaned in with anticipation. "There once was a man name of Kirk. Who met his two lovers at work. He couldn't decide, a groom or a bride? So he's taking them both--Admiral's perk." Christine groaned along with the others. McCoy just laughed. "What? You wanted real poetry? From me?" "What's the next part?" Sulu asked. "I'm getting there." McCoy took a big sip of wine before taking a theatrically deep breath. "There once was a nurse name of Chris. Who we all thought was a priss. But look at her now, she's busy and how. I wonder can I get a kiss?" He walked over to her chair and she kissed him. "I'll get you for this." "Promises, promises," he said with a gentle smile. Then he went to stand behind Spock's chair. "And of course, I saved the best for last." Spock's uneasiness looked more like outright anxiety. "Just proceed, Leonard." "Ooh, he called me Leonard." "First, do no harm, remember, Bones?" Jim said with a laugh. "Oh, yeah. I always forget that one." McCoy set his hand on Spock's shoulder for a moment, then coughed. Dramatically. "There once was a Vulcan named Spock. Who said his emotions were locked. We all know he lied, for his groom and his bride are clearly what makes his world rock." "My world does not rock, Doctor." "If you say so, Mister Spock. If you say so." McCoy leaned down and gave him a big kiss on the cheek--much to Spock's dismay. Then he walked back to his chair and picked up his wine glass. "To Jim Kirk, Christine Chapel, and Spock whatever the hell the rest of your name is but I probably couldn't pronounce it anyway." He shot Spock a soft look. "Three finer friends, I'd be hard pressed to find. It's an honor and a bit of a voyeuristic thrill to wish you a happy life filled with joy and contentment. To love. In all its fascinating permutations." "To love," the others echoed. Christine met McCoy's eyes. "Thank you," she mouthed. He shrugged. The perfect southern "Aw, shucks, ma'am" shrug. She heard Jim laugh, felt Spock's hand settle on hers and squeeze gently. "To love," she murmured, suddenly feeling much more relaxed. The waiters came in with the main course, refilling the wine glasses once they'd passed the food out. She drank deeply. Good friends, lots of excellent wine, and the love of two good men. The evening couldn't be any more perfect. Rand looked over at her. "How much of that do you have to drink before you're willing to share?" She just laughed. Jan was such a kidder. She hoped. --Pre-Wedding Interlude, Complete with Hangovers-- Christine woke up slowly, aware of a dull pounding in her head and the loud staccato bass roar of two men engaged in a snoring duel. "Oh god, kill me now," she said, as she tried to figure out how to get out of bed. Jim and Spock had managed to wind the sheets up over her and she fought her way loose, her head screaming each time she jarred it. Married. She was getting married. Today. If her head didn't fall off first. Or she didn't kill her future husbands just to shut off the snores that had to be approaching eardrum-crunching decibel levels. She pushed Jim out of the way. Hard. He groaned, moving away from her and finally freeing up enough space that she could pull herself out from under the sheets. She crawled over Spock, managing to knee him in the side as she did it. "Christine?" "Tell me there's some antitox," she mumbled as she wove her way to the bathroom. "I told you that you would regret drinking that much," Spock called after her. She heard Jim groan, then mutter, "Keep it down, for god's sake." Rifling through the medicine chest, she finally found the antitox pills. She threw one back, chased it with a big gulp of water. Then she took one out to Jim. "I come bearing salvation." He opened one eye. When she held out the pill, he opened the other and sat up. He sucked the pill down, holding his head as he did so. "I will never understand the human predilection for overindulging," Spock said as he rose, donned his bathrobe, and walked out of the room. "Oh, blow it out your ear." Jim lay back down, covering his head with the pillow. "Wake me when you feel better." She laughed, then regretted it. The sound reverberated through her head, threatening to split her skull apart. "Not so loud," Jim said, his voice muffled by a pillow's worth of down. "Sorry." She slowly turned, trying not to jar anything as she pulled on her robe. Heading down the hall, she saw Spock waiting for her in the kitchen, a big mug of coffee held out to her. "I love you," she whispered as she gulped greedily at the caffeine-laden warmth. He always made such good coffee. His expression lightened and he turned back to fixing breakfast. As the smells gathered in the small room, Christine felt her stomach seize up. "I'm going outside." She walked out to their balcony, sitting in one of the chairs and watching the city come to life below her as she waited for the antitox to kick in. Spock opened the door. "You should eat." "Later." He didn't argue with her, just shut the door and left her in peace. She leaned back, closed her aching eyes and dozed. Some time later, she realized her head was no longer pounding and her stomach was protesting the lack of food instead of the idea of it. She got up and carried her mug inside. "That offer still good?" she asked Spock. He nodded. "I put your plate in the warmer." "You're a domestic angel, Spock." She retrieved it and called softly down the hall. "Up and at 'em, Jim." He muttered something about not feeling well and missing school. She shrugged. He could wake up on his own then. Setting her plate down on the table, she moved over to Spock's chair. Reaching around him to push the padd he was reading away, she leaned in and wrapped her arms around him. He turned his face so that she could kiss him. "Happy wedding day," she said as she pulled back. "Indeed. A most satisfying thought." She laughed, was about to turn away when he pulled her down for another kiss. When they finally drew away, she said, "Go wake Jim up." Then she grinned. "The way he likes best." Spock's expression shifted, turned somehow devilish. "Do you think he is in any shape to handle that?" "Antitox is a miraculous thing, Spock. Go see for yourself." As she started to walk back to her plate, he pushed his chair back, then surprised her by pulling her down onto his lap. His kiss was unrushed and very thorough. And his fingers...oh god, his fingers. "Sauce for the goose?" she asked with a grin, when she was finally able to speak again. "It seemed only fair." "How generous of you." She moved so she could reach him with her hand. "Oh, wait. I do this. Then Jim does this again later. Hmm, who makes out like the proverbial bandit?" Spock's eyebrow lifted slowly even as his breathing quickened. "I would seem to benefit from the scenario." "Sneaky bastard," she said, kissing him as he moaned into her mouth. Then she crawled off him just long enough to push his robe back and slip on top of him, around him. "You don't mind if I do this?" "I do not mind," he said, watching her as she moved. "Our last time as free people," she said, finding that it mattered surprisingly little to her that they would be married. There had been a time when the ceremony and ring was all she cared about. But that had been before Thule. And trying to survive. She knew what mattered now. Spock and Jim were her family. And always would be. Spock seemed in his own world, head thrown back a bit, mouth slightly open. She smiled. He was beautiful. Both her men were. He held her as he came down, nestling against her neck, his lips resting lightly on her skin. "I love you," he said softly. "I love you too," she said, enjoying the moment. Then she eased off him. He looked over at her plate. "Your breakfast is cold." She smiled. "But I'm not. It seems a fair trade." He nodded. "I should go wake up Jim." "Yes, you should, my love. Have fun." She smiled at him. Her love, Jim's love, their love. As he walked down the hall, she pulled his news padd toward her and began to read the morning's headlines. If they hadn't been getting married in a few hours, it would be just another day at Chez Trois. --The Wedding-- "I thought you said this shindig was going to be small?" Rand asked as she pulled the slinky blue dress over her head. It fit perfectly, hugging in the right places, falling away gently in others not so ready to be accentuated. "It's only small in Jim's mind." Christine tried to swallow, felt her throat close up a bit. Nerves. Damn nerves. "Here," Uhura handed her a glass of water. She stepped back, studied Christine. "You look beautiful." "So do you." The dress suited Uhura as perfectly as it did Jan. Turning to the mirror, Christine smiled. Her ivory satin dress was simple and un-wedding like. She just hadn't been able to bring herself to wear anything more traditional. Nothing else about the marriage was traditional, why should her dress be? She patted her hair, still unsure how Rand had managed to get it all up in what was a very sexy style that seemed to be about to fall but didn't. "Don't mess with it. It's secure, but it's not glued in." Rand pushed Christine's hands away from her head and gently pulled a few strands loose to fall down around her face. "There, they'll fall in love with you all over again." Uhura glanced out the door of the small room the wedding planner had appropriated for them. "Uh, Christine. Did you invite the Vulcans?" Christine turned. "How many Vulcans?" "Where I'm from we'd call that many a shitload." "No way." She hurried to the door, gulped. "Len," she said quietly to McCoy. McCoy walked over slowly. "That's a lot of Vulcans. I didn't know Spock was so popular." "He is an aristocrat. Maybe they have to come." "Maybe." He sniffed suddenly. "Do you smell something?" Christine stepped out of the door, peeked around the corner. Reverend Davis was nowhere to be seen, but a Rastafarian was at the front of the church, lighting some small cones of incense. "No. We don't have enough food if everyone gets a bad case of the munchies." She pushed McCoy up toward the front of the church. "Go stop him." "Me? Why me?" McCoy motioned to the wedding planner. "Yo, Sylvio. Ixnay on the Mary Jane." The planner stared daggers at the front of the church. Then he barreled up the side aisle and whispered to the Rastafarian, who kept shaking his head and pointing to the back of the church. Finally, Sylvio said something that shut him up. The Rastafarian retrieved the still-burning ganja and hurried down the aisle, a cloud of aromatic oily smoke sinking over those seated. Sylvio trailed after him, a dreamy smile on his face. As the Rastafarian passed her, he said, "I was just trying to help." Sylvio smiled wider. "Interesting stuff." He yawned. "I'm suddenly very tired." He pushed past her, Uhura and Rand, and plopped into the big arm chair that was the only seat in their little room. "Don't you dare go to sleep," Rand said, hitting him on the top of the head with her bouquet. He began to snore. "Damned lightweight," Christine said. "Okay, team, we're down a planner. That's okay though because we're pretty much past the planning stage and well into execution." She winced at the choice of words. She felt as if she was going to hers. She hadn't been this nervous since her first week in med school. Suddenly, McCoy pushed her toward the little room. "Spock and Jim are coming out. They can't see you; it's bad luck." "But they get to see each other?" "Hon, I don't make the rules." "Fine." She was just heading into the changing room when she realized a tall bearded man was peeking in at the doorway. He smiled at her, a rather heartbreakingly sad smile, then stared down the aisle to the front of the church. His smile grew bigger, and even sadder. "Can I help you?" she whispered. He shook his head slowly. "I don't belong here. But I wish you a very happy marriage. All of you." He smiled tenderly at her and then backed out the door and let it fall shut. Just before the door closed, she saw that the Rastafarian was waiting for him. "Christine, get in here." Uhura motioned her in. "You're forgetting something. Something old, something new." Christine touched her earrings. "Old." She smoothed the dress down. "New." She patted Sylvio on the head. "Something borrowed?" "Nyah. You need better than that." Rand put a pearl and silver bracelet around her wrist; Christine knew it was her favorite and was touched at the gesture. "Something borrowed. Although if you want to trade it for one of your fellows--or even just some time in your body--I might be up for that." Christine laughed. "And something blue." Uhura slipped a bottle out of her bag and three small glasses. "Is that what I think it is?" Rand looked admiringly at Uhura. "You are one ballsy dame." Uhura laughed as she poured out the blue beverage. "Why, Janice. Romulan ale is illegal." She handed Christine a glass, then gave one to Rand. Picking her own up, she lifted it. "To my two best friends. May we never forget why we're friends." Rand laughed. "To more good times ahead." Uhura nodded. "Hopefully at Christine's house. With the boys." She made a very lascivious face. "To my two best friends. I'd never survive this without you." She lifted her glass to them, then threw back the drink. It burned all the way down. Uhura and Rand did the same. They all had tears in their eyes when they got done. McCoy peeked in. "Ah. You three getting all sentimental. That's sweet." Then he noticed the bottle. "Is that Romulan Ale?" "Yes, and we're not sharing." "I'll tell Jim you have it." Uhura handed over the bottle and her glass. "Thanks, sweets," McCoy said, heading out the door as he poured the drink. Uhura sat down on Sylvio's lap. "He makes a better planner than a pillow." Sylvio shifted, his hand coming around to clutch her around the waist. "I'll be a very good boy. Please don't discipline me, Mistress Rowena." Uhura peeled his hand off her and got up quickly. "Okay, that was more than I wanted to know." Rand peeked out the door. "Did you figure out why the Vulcans are here?" Christine realized she hadn't. She'd been distracted by the ganja man. "Does it matter why? They're here now. And seated." Rand moved to look at herself in the mirror. "You know, Christine. These are damned nice dresses." "Thank Spock. He picked them out." At their looks, she laughed. "I love going shopping with him. He has the best eye." "And all that wealth," Uhura said. Christine nodded. He did like to buy her and Jim nice things. And he never seemed to look at the price tag. Rand sighed. "I hate being a bridesmaid. And no jokes about never being a bride. I just hate walking down that aisle." "The last wedding I was at the flower girl dropped her basket and the best man misplaced the ring. He spent a good five minutes going through his pockets while the bride and groom glared at him. I didn't know anyone could sweat as much as that poor man did." Uhura nodded, laughing softly. "Good times." Christine shuddered. "I just want to get this over with." Elopement still was a viable option. If she fled now and if Jim and Spock followed her. "Well then, let's get started before you lose your nerve." Rand nodded to McCoy, and he nodded to someone at the front of the church. A second later, the sound of the bridal processional began to play. Christine presumed Reverend Davis had finally shown up. "Okay, let's go. They're playing our song," she said with more bravado than she felt. Her heart was pounding way too fast. When everyone turned to look down the aisle at her, she felt as if she might hyperventilate. Maybe she could sneak up the side aisle and nobody would notice? Rand was walking down the aisle. Christine saw that Jim was looking past Rand at her. He mouthed something; she couldn't read his lips from the distance but she knew it was, "Breathe." She smiled. If she could just make it up to him and Spock, she'd be fine. Uhura started down the aisle. Christine looked over at McCoy. "Ready, darlin?" he asked, the Romulan Ale bottle safely stowed somewhere out of sight. His blue eyes were suspiciously bright. "You old softie. You're going to cry." "Well, I have to give my little girl away..." He grinned. She mock punched him, saw a few eyebrows go up from the Vulcans in the back. "Here we go," McCoy whispered. "You have the rings?" "What rings?" She shot him a dark glance. "Of course, I've got them." He patted his top pocket, then looked a little panicked. "Somewhere." "Cut it out, Len." He smiled. "See." He pulled three rings out. "Don't trip." "Shut up," she said as they set out. Miraculously, she didn't trip. Or laugh uncontrollably. Or cry when McCoy gave her away and then moved to stand next to Jim and Spock, nodding to Scotty, Sulu, and Chekov. The attendants looked sort of lopsided--her two to the boys' four. She'd laughingly tried to get Sulu or Chekov to wear a dress and stand on her side. They'd not surprisingly opted out. Scotty had looked a bit interested though. Reverend Davis took a deep breath. He'd confessed to her that he'd never done a group wedding before. The way he started out reading the vows, it sounded like he didn't do a lot of weddings period. She looked over at Spock. He was standing serenely. She turned to her other side. Jim winked at her. She felt better already. They ran through the "Do you take this woman..." part and then ran the "Do you take this man..." part twice. The minister seemed to jump each time two of them said, "We do." McCoy fished out the rings on cue, and they slid on easily as each of them held a finger out to the other two. Reverend Davis sighed, as if in relief they'd gotten that far. "Does anyone assembled here know of just cause why this man...and man and woman should not be lawfully wed? Speak now or forever hold your peace." There was a soft sound coming from Rand. Everyone in the wedding party looked over at her. "What?" she whispered. "I was just clearing my throat." She made an impatient gesture at the minister. "Keep going. Yeesh." All the heads faced front again. Christine felt Jim's hand squeeze hers. She started to laugh. Saw the look on the pastor's face and forced herself to stop. "By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband...s and wife. You may kiss the--you may kiss." He closed his service book with a relieved snap. They didn't try to make it a three-way kiss. For decorum's sake, it was little more than a quick buss all the way around. "We can do better later," Jim said softly as they pulled apart. His eyes were softer than Christine had ever seen them. "Married," he whispered, shaking his head as if he couldn't quite believe it. They turned and walked down the aisle and Christine was very glad that she hadn't gotten one of the dresses with the voluminous skirts and trailing train. No way they would have all fit in the narrow space if she had. "You look beautiful," Spock said as they finally reached the back of the church, his hand touching hers briefly. "She does." Jim was beaming. "So do you." He shot them an expectant glance. "You look good enough to eat," she said. "Indeed." Spock nodded toward the door. "I believe we have a flitter waiting." "What about the guests?" Christine asked. "They can find their own way to the reception," Jim said as he ducked out the door. "Come on." They followed him; Christine felt like a naughty child sneaking out of school. "Don't we have to sign something?" "Nope." Jim sounded sure but something in his expression told Christine he was making it up. Oh well, they could always go back and sign stuff later. "The flitter has a privacy screen, doesn't it?" She saw that the waiting vehicle also had a very large seating area. "Jim, you're bad." He shrugged. "Define bad." "However she defined it, there would be an image of you next to the definition." Spock urged her into the back seat. "You're not exactly the picture of propriety, Mister," Christine said as he followed her in. "I am aware of that, my wife." Spock's expression lightened. "My wife. My husband. Words I will enjoy using." "Enjoy? Why that's an emotion, dearest," she said. "Yes. I seem to be unable to resist them where you and Jim are concerned." Jim told the computer to take them to the reception hall. He also dictated the route. "Isn't the hall a few blocks from here?" "Not if you go via Berkeley," he said, an evil grin growing as he hit the switch to darken the windows and pull down the screen. "So, we'll be a little late." She looked over at Spock. He was already pulling off her dress. "We would not want this to wrinkle," he said as he rolled it carefully. Then he pulled his own robe off. It took Jim much longer to get out of his tux. "That's what I get for wearing the pants in the family," he said as he finally shrugged out of the offending trousers. Then nobody said much of anything for the rest of the ride. But that didn't keep it from being very noisy in the back of the flitter. Very, very noisy. End part 2 of 3 -- Stephen Ratliff ASC Awards Tech Support http://www.trekiverse.us/ASCAwards/commenting/ No Tribbles were harmed in the running of these Awards ASCL is a stories-only list, no discussion. Comments and feedback should be directed to alt.startrek.creative or directly to the author. Yahoo! Groups Links <*> To visit your group on the web, go to: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ASCL/ <*> To unsubscribe from this group, send an email to: ASCL-unsubscribe@yahoogroups.com <*> Your use of Yahoo! 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