Once our serious talk was forgotten, Frankie found new entertainment conversing with someone or something on the car's floor.
"N-nope, I d-didn't eat yet. N-no! Y-you ate my l-last sandwich! W-well, then it...it w-was one l-like you!" he argued. It hit me that he'd presumably had nothing to eat in hours, if not days! I took a look around us, then at my clock. We had been traveling for three hours. It was about eleven in the night and we were luckily nearing the 'civilization' again.
"Well, Frankie, I think it's time for dinner."
"Yay! I...I'm h-hungry! B-but can they c-come with us?" he pointed at the floor.
CHAPTER 4
I got a baby's brain and an old man's heart,
took eighteen years to get this far.
Don't always know what I'm talkin' about,
feels like I'm livin' in the middle of doubt.
"Who do you want to bring with us?" I asked while maneuvering the car into the first gas station I saw. "The gnomes?"
"N-no. Not the g-gnomes, th-the little p-people!" Frank said. He was confusing me so much. How could I follow his deliriums if I didn't even understand them?
"Aren't they the same?"
"W-what you m-mean?" Frank seemed displeased.
"The little people you're talking about...aren't they the gnomes?"
I stopped the car and changed my position so I could see Frank better. He grabbed his head and growled.
"A-are you fucking k-kidding me G-gerard? D-don't you s-see them? D-do they l-look like d-damn gnomes to y-you, uh?" he spat angrily. It was kinda funny how he looked so innocent but could be rather foulmouthed when provoked.
"Uh well, they're so tiny that I can't really distinguish the difference. Would you tell me?" I answered.
"AGH!!! G-GNOMES ARE F-FUNNY LOOKING WITH B-BIG NOSES AND WEAR P-POINTY HATS! AND TH-THIS PEOPLE I-INSTEAD JUST L-LOOK LIKE N-NORMAL PEOPLE BUT VERY V-VERY S-SMALL! G-GET IT N-NOW??" he shouted trying to keep his stare on me as much as his troublesome eyes allowed. I was astounded.
"Yes, I do get it now. Thanks for explaining it to me, Frankie! And of course they can come with us." I said while getting out of the car.
"Oh th-thank you! Hahahaha l-look at them j-jumping!" He had already taken off the belt and was kneeling on the floor, totally amused.
I walked over to Frank's side and opened the door. Then I offered him my hand which he took with a giant smile, hopping out of the car. I held the door open, remembering Frank's guests.
"Is everybody out? It looks like it."
"Y-yeah they are." Frank nodded, so I finally closed it.
I headed for the station's diner still holding his hand, terrified of him running away and into the traffic or something like that.
"If anybody says something I'll tell them you're my little brother. So don't deny it, ok?" I instructed Frank.
"O-ok. B-brother."
While entering the place I guardedly studied our surroundings. You could tell it had once been a fashionable diner; but the formerly light blue walls were now a dirty gray and the white tiles on the floor were soiled and sticky, making walking through the diner a disgusting experience. Frank noticed it too, but seemed to be entertained with the 'squeesh-squeesh' noise his sneakers made with each step. The roof looked as if it was about to fall in and there were no lamps, just a few light bulbs hanging from loose wires. Tables and chairs were made of worn out blue plastic.
The smell of beer reached my nostrils. I was craving. I knew I shouldn't yield but I wasn't sure I'd be able to resist. Maybe just one. Couldn't do any harm.
"Hey fag! You could have chosen a better place to take your dolly don't you think?" a drunken voice drew me out of my quandary. It was followed by a choir of laughter coming from the other customers.
"He's my brother for your information." I replied shortly.
"Of course!" another one vociferated.
I looked over at them for the first time. Sweaty, hairy motorcyclists with their obligatory leather jackets, even when it was midsummer. Then you had the truck drivers, better suited to the warm climate with their sleeveless shirts. They were all drinking beer from tall glasses. I was licking my dry lips when I heard Frank's voice.
"Y-yes he's my b-brother. It's t-true!"
"I-if you s-say s-so...HAHHAHAHAHAHA Oh how s-sweet." the fattest of them joked, making fun of him.
"What is this little guy on? Look at him! Look at his eyes!" the one by his side added.
I acknowledged Frankie squeezing my hand and he was trembling, eyes fixed on the floor. His breathing was loud. I felt tempted to say something back; or even better, punch the fat one, but I opted for being realistic. I had no chance of surviving. Instead of that I dragged Frank to the other side of the place where the ramshackle counter was. He was applying resistance, looking back at the men with loathing.
"W-why didn't you l-let me k-kick their a-asses?" he asked me once we were on the line to get our food.
"What? Are you serious Frankie? Don't you see those guys? They're huge!"
He stood with his hands on his hips and rolled his eyes.
"M-my army of l-little people w-would have b-beaten them!" he said proudly.
I couldn't help laughing. He didn't like it.
"D-don't fucking laugh or I...I will t-tell them to a-attack you too!"
"Oh no, please don't. I'll stop laughing. But no fights ok? We're here to eat." I told him forcing a straight face.
"F-fine." he pouted. "B-but they're h-hungry so you b-better get them s-something."
I replayed his words in my head. Was he meaning I had to buy food for his little friends too?
"Frankie...I can't buy something for them."
"W-why not? They're h-hungry!" he asked, indignant.
"Because I don't have enough money." I explicated.
"B-but...they're p-pretty small! J-just one b-burger for all w-will be enough!" Frankie insisted. I rubbed my face, annoyed. Not by him, though. I had it clear that I couldn't blame him for being noisy. I was annoyed by the situation. I wanted to please him, he wasn't really asking for much, but I was totally broke.
"I'm sorry. I can't afford even that. We still have more than two days ahead so I need to save. Don't they have money of their own?"
Frank hugged himself and began to walk in circles. He was saying something that I couldn't decipher. Then he stopped in front of me.
"N-NO! THEY D-DON'T! D-DAMN IT! P-please buy them s-something or they will e-eat my food!"
"Frankie, please don't scream! They won't eat your food, I'll make sure they don't, ok?"
"It...it's n-not ok. IT'S N-NOT OK! J-just one s-sandwich?"
"I can't!"
And the argument continued with Frankie repeating the reasons why I should comply and me doing my best not to lose my patience. People were giving us weird looks.
"C-come on G-gerard pleeeease!"
"NO Frank. Stop it, I told you I can't, I'm sorry!" I told him for the thirtieth time, at the brink of losing my temper.
"Is there a problem?" a female voice asked. I looked at the red haired girl behind the counter. I hadn't even realized that we had reached the front of the line. She was very young and pretty and was smiling at us. I thought of how much of a contrast she was to this depressing place.
"Uh no, nothing's wrong. " I quickly answered. Frank glanced at me and then at her.
"L-lies! Th-there is s-something wrong! H-he doesn't w-want to buy another b-burger for my l-little friends!" Frank intervened, pointing down. The girl, whose tag I then saw read 'Jane', let her eyes follow Frank's hand and looked completely confused. Taking advantage of the fact that I was standing behind him at the moment, I caught Jane's attention and signaled my head, meaning that he wasn't sane.
"I'd love to, but I don't have enough money." I said once again.
Jane reached over the counter and touched Frankie's cheek, startling him.
"Don't worry sweety, I think I have something for them. A while ago a customer left his sandwich untouched. I can't sell it again of course, but it'd be such a pity to throw it to the trash can. I'm sure your little friends will give it a better use, don't you think?"
Frank's face lighten up with Jane's words and I felt a pinch of jealousy.
"R-really? Oh th-thanks! S-see how h-happy you made th-them!" he applauded.
"You're welcome!" she answered as if she was addressing them. "Now what do you two want?"
"I'd say two cheeseburgers with fries. What do you think Frankie?" I asked him, running my hand through his dirty hair.
"Yeah! With...with C-coke!" he nodded eagerly.
"I'll have a..." I doubted, the smell of beer calling me again as a man next to Jane was pouring some into a glass. I stared at the yellowish liquid hypnotized, tightening my fists. But no. I couldn't. I wasn't alone anymore, I had someone to take care of now. "I'll have a coke too."
"Ok then! Go have a seat, I'll bring you your food when it's ready. Oh and...you better stay on this side. The tough guys over there...they're really harmless but can be a real pain in the ass. I know about that." the young girl commented. Frank giggled at her last remark.
"Y-yes they are!"
We found an empty table at the back and sat down. The diner really seemed to be virtually separated in two. Or well, not the diner but its clientele. The people around us, on this side, were all either families -some even with kids- or teenagers.
Nothing was said at first, Frankie making origami out of the paper napkins. Eventually he got bored of that, changing his position every twenty seconds.
"G-gerard, do you have a g-girlfriend?" he suddenly questioned. Not exactly what I wanted to answer. That had never been my favorite subject. I had only had two relationships in my life. One that no one but Ray had known about, and the last one, which I hadn't been into much, which had ended because it was the best thing for both of us.
Frank tapped his fingers on the plastic surface, waiting.
"Uh no, I don't." I responded simply. "Do you?"
"Eww n-no. I...I d-don't like girls! W-well maybe as f-friends. B-but even for that...just s-some of them. Th-they're mean."
"Why?"
"Th-they bite! And...and s-some kick and p-punch!" he explained doing all the mimics. "And...and they h-have boobs! Ewww."
I tried to hide my laugh. The girls at that mental institute were surely violent.
"You have a boyfriend then?" After asking him that I feared his reaction, but he just blushed.
"N-no...not a-anymore." He sounded unsure and uneasy. "I...I u-used to b-but...we d-didn't do many th-things boyfriends do. He..."
His sentence ended when he abruptly looked at the floor and screamed. Then he jumped onto his chair, shaking from head to toe and gasping for air.
"Frankie...Frankie what happened?" I ran to him, grabbing him by the arms. He kept on staring at the floor, terrified, his eyes pacing more rapidly than ever.
"Please tell me so I can help you."
He lifted his head for just a second and saw me. Gulping, he started pulling at his hair.
"Th-there are c-cockroaches. L-lots of them. E-everywhere. D-DON'T YOU S-SEE THEM? A-ALL OVER THE F-FLOOR. L-LOOK! I...I H-HATE THEM! P-PLEASE M-MAKE THEM GO AWAY...P-PLEASE. Pleasepleasepleaseplease..." he shouted, hysterical. Everybody was watching us and also checking the floor. Although it would have been highly plausible in a filthy place like that, there were no bugs to be seen. That would get us into real trouble if I didn't do something.
"Frankie...this time I'm serious, there's nothing there. Please, try to calm down." I made an attempt, but he just pushed me away.
"I...I'M N-NOT AN I-IDIOT I SEE TH-THEM! T-TELL SOMEONE TO M-MAKE THEM L-LEAVE NOW! L-LOTTA C-COCKROACHES! L-LOTS OF THEM!
In that moment I saw Jane coming over with our food. She got close to me and spoke in my ear.
"I'm so sorry, but if he doesn't calm down now the owner will ask you to leave. Customers are walking away..."
I sighed loudly and, raising my voice as much as I could, I said: "Please, ladies and gentlemen, don't leave. There are no cockroaches. Don't pay attention and just continue eating, I'll take care of the situation!"
"B-but but..WHY D-DID YOU SAY T-THAT? I S-SEE THEM. T-THEY'RE THERE!"
"I just told them that so they wouldn't go away. Now come here." I offered him my hands.
"N-NO WAY! N-NOT GONNA G-GO DOWN...P-PLEASE D-DON'T MAKE ME! P-PLEASE GERARD PLEASE!" he was so frightened that I was getting really worried. So far his hallucinations had been about nice things that would only amuse him or even keep him entertained. That one was different.
"I'll hold you, you won't touch the ground, I promise."
Frank then threw his arms over my neck and I lifted him from the chair. He wrapped his legs around my waist and hid his face against my shoulder, trembling.
"It's ok, it's ok. Stay like this. Jane will get rid of the bugs and I'll tell you when they're gone." I whispered holding him tight. He started to sob, for the first time since I had found him. His body felt so good close to mine, and I knew more than ever that I wanted to protect him, to help him. For the first time in my life I felt needed.
"I'll do that right now, I'll chase them away." Jane assured him. "They're already running away from my broom!" she told Frankie, though she was really just standing there.
"T-they scare me t-too much I..."
"I know Frankie, I know. They're leaving. Almost gone and...no more bugs! Look!" I hoped my plan would work. He raised his head, took a look around and smiled, wiping away the tears with the back of his hand.
"Thanks again." I told Jane, making Frank sit back on the chair.
"Enjoy your meal." she replied with a grin and walked away.
All the contrary to a minute before, Frank now appeared to be in a zombie state, tired and limp. Even his pupils were quiet, close to each other.
I placed his food in front of him. Seeing that he wasn't reacting I made his right hand hold the burger.
"O-oh...yeah." he muttered. He was going to bite it but instead he grabbed the ham and cheese sandwich from the white tray and disappeared with it under the table, leaving the meal on the floor.
"A-all for you." he spoke to his tiny friends.
Only then he began to eat his own food, or better said devouring.
At one point he extended his hand to get hold of the glass, but it was evident that he had trouble to calculate the distance since it took him several tries when he'd just hold the air until he finally succeeded. Of course I was no expert but I presumed that was due to sight problems, most probably had to do with his eye deviation.
He didn't speak at all for a long while, his mouth was too occupied. He even ate half of my fries, but I didn't mind, the poor boy seemed to be starving. Every time I'd see him reach out for the glass of Coke I'd hand it to him to make things easier.
"G-gerard?" he broke the silence while I was finishing my drink.
"Yeah??"
"A-am I gonna l-live with you?"
I closed my eyes, meditating. Was there any other choice? Would my conscience let me go on with my life if I did any other thing? What could I do anyway? Report him to the police? He'd end up in a public place, a fucking madhouse, tied up to a bed or pumped full of sedatives so he wouldn't be a nuisance. I could never let that happen. Not to Frankie. I had only known him for about five hours but I felt it was meant to be. He had been sent to me, or I had been sent to him. Anyhow, we needed each other.
"Yes, you'll live with me." I answered, secretly hoping he'd come to me and give me a big hug. But he didn't. He barely smiled and said: 'O-ok!'
His frequent lack of reaction was something I would have to get used to.
It was near 1 am when we left the diner and headed for the bathrooms. Besides doing the usual stuff, I had decided that Frank needed some cleaning. He was beginning to stink a little. I was pleased to see there was soap.
"You have a clean shirt in your bag, right?" I asked him.
"Y-yep."
"Ok. Then take this off and wash yourself in the sink. Neck and armpits!" I specified. He looked offended.
"I...I k-know how to d-do it, YOU F-FOOL! B-but...would you w-wash my hair? It...it's g-greasy!" he made the question displaying his best angel face. I felt like I could melt. His hair was, indeed, greasy.
"Of course I will."
Twenty minutes and a water-war later we got out of the bathroom. Frank was now wearing a black t-shirt with Jack from The Nightmare Before Christmas on it, and his wet hair was stubbornly falling onto his face.
We walked to the car, ready to continue our trip. I let go of Frank's hand to fight with the car's door, which had decided to act up.
"Stay here. Don't move!" I commanded him.
"K-kay."
Once I managed to solve the issue, I turned around to coax Frank into the vehicle.
"Oh my God! Frank! Where the fuck is he?"
CHAPTER 5
Welcome to my nightmare,
welcome to my breakdown,
I hope I didn't scare you.
That's just the way we are when we come down.
We sweat and laugh and scream here,
'cuz life is just a dream here,
you know inside you feel right at home...
Desperate, I scanned the parking lot. Not being able to descry him from there, I locked the car again hoping it would let me in later.
I ran along the place, checking in between trucks and calling Frank's name.
"G-GERARD! I'M..." I heard him scream and then nothing. I followed the sound of his voice and it led me behind the biggest red truck.
Approaching that spot, I saw one of the big guys we had seen inside earlier holding Frankie by the hair. Another one was standing in front of the boy, menacing him with his fist while covering his mouth with the other hand to stop him from screaming.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing? Don't you see he's just a kid?" I burst into the scene. Frank definitely looked at least three years younger, and I guessed anyone would think the same. That made that situation more inexcusable. The one who had a grip on Frank's hair smirked.
"Your kid...came to us to tell us we are a bunch of ugly motherfuckers. " the second man said grabbing Frankie's neck now. Frank was struggling to say something and his eyes were huge with fear as much as with anger. He tried to kick them, but they systematically avoided his feet.
Again, I had enough brains to know that if I tried to free Frank by force both of us would end up badly.
"And just because of that you're gonna hit him?" I asked.
"Yes, and because we're bored. Any problem, Snow White?" the tallest guy provoked.
"Actually yes, I do have a problem. But you have a bigger one if you need to beat up mentally ill kids to feel more macho. " I said, expecting a punch right after. Maybe what I was doing wasn't much more fortunate than using force. But instead of that, the shorter man let go of Frank's hair muttering a 'shit.'
"We didn't know." he added.
"Oh you didn't know, of course! Tell me...even if you didn't know that detail, shouldn't it be enough with the fact that he's much younger and smaller than you?" I continued, seeing that the second guy hadn't released Frank yet. What's more, he was restraining him harder.
"Oh come on! What does that matter? The little brat still insulted us." he spoke to his friend.
"Let him fucking go! He's not aware of what he says, asshole!" I spat at him angrily.
"If he doesn't know how to behave then keep him locked up, I don't fucking care!" the man went on, finding it more and more difficult to keep Frank quiet. The kid was pretty strong for someone his size.
"He has the same right to walk around as pricks like you. More I'd say." I shot back. I didn't care anymore if they'd like it or not.
"Joe, let the kid go already." his partner asked. Joe just stared at him. "Leave him the fuck alone, come on! We don't want trouble."
Before the Joe guy could have time to consider the request, Frank achieved in rotating his body enough for his knee to collide with the man's balls.
"FUCKING CRAZY SON OF A BITCH!" he shouted, finally releasing Frankie. I took him by the hand, and we ran without looking back until we got to the car.
"That was awesome, Frankie!" I laughed, opening the door with no problem that time. "But please, don't ever run away like that again, ok? You scared me to death when I didn't see you behind me anymore."
He looked down, seemingly sorry. "I...I won't d-do it again, p-promise. F-forgive me?"
I knew that chances were he'd do it again, since he didn't always have decision or consciousness over his acts. But I needed to make him know how much he had scared me. Same as he needed to promise me that, I guessed.
"Of course I forgive you. Now come on, get into the backseat so you can sleep more comfortable, you need it." I told him seeing him yawn and rub his eyes like a little child. He did so, and I was about to start the car when he tapped me on the shoulder.
"Yes? Do you need something?"
He bit his lower lip shyly.
"Tell me." I encouraged him.
"W-when I don't f-feel well or...or I'm t-too nervous Grace stays with m-me until I fall a-asleep..." he said, almost a whisper, twitching. "A-and I...I can't s-sleep without my p-pills, I'm s-scared. The m-monsters I...NO! W-would you c-come here and s-stay with me, G-gerard?"
'No' wasn't a possibility. But we were already delayed and still at the same gas station. What if those two men...?
My doubts were erased when I saw two trucks leave and could at least distinguish Joe in one of them. Maybe we could stay there a little longer until Frankie was asleep. Sighing, I climbed over my seat and sat on the back, gesturing for Frank to lie down and put his head on my lap.
"Is it ok like this?"
"Y-yeah."
He suddenly seemed so absent, lost in his own mind, confused. His right hand tensely open, rubbing his forehead continuously. His breath was becoming more elaborated. Without saying a word I took his hand and started to caress it, running my other one through his hair.
"Th-they...no. There, y-yes, maybe. O-outside. Y-yes they might c-come. You sh-should look. We. N-no. I...I d-don't know. Or...no....th-they..." he babbled. I paid attention to see if he was talking to some imaginary being, but it didn't look like it. His eyes weren't set on anything in particular.
"Frankie, what are you talking about?"
"W-what?" he looked up to me.
"You were speaking...what was it about?"
"Th-that. Th-them...that th-thing. I...I d-don't know. M-mess." he rambled, lifting his free hand to hit his head. But I stopped him, holding it together with the other one.
"No Frankie, you won't fix anything by doing that, you know? You're exhausted, you really need to sleep. So don't try to think about anything right now. Close your eyes, relax and keep your mind blank." I told him, still brushing his moist hair with my fingers. He only nodded, letting his eyelids fall. I kissed his forehead and he smiled faintly.
A couple of minutes later his body felt much looser and he was breathing leisurely. Deducing he had finally fallen asleep I closed my eyes too, engraving in my mind the idea that I couldn't sleep for too long. I had always been able to sleep for short whiles at will.
I woke up one hour later, though not for myself. Frank was still fast asleep but he was moving violently in his dream. Kicking, twisting, whimpering and saying random words.
"N-no stay! Y-you always l-leave. M-mean. He...h-he's better..." he spoke forthwith, and then went quiet once again. He would intrigue me for moments, since I couldn't be totally sure whether he was talking nonsense.
My clock read 4:15 am. I carefully slid my legs from below Frank's head, replacing them with a hoodie I had discarded back there. I had to keep on driving, couldn't spend any more time parked. I started the car and decided to speed as much as was permitted.
When I had first planned the trip, I thought I'd better drive slowly, specially on my way back since there wouldn't be any hurry and I needed to clear my mind. But now it was different. I wanted to arrive home as soon as possible, give Frankie a more tranquil place and try to help him.
So if I could go faster -at least for some hours now and then- I'd get to my town earlier than first expected.
The heat had lessened and a cool air was blowing. It played with my long hair and filled my lungs, reviving me. I was still kinda sleepy but the feeling was soon vanishing. Since I couldn't rest my body I rested my mind instead, annulling all thoughts and just enjoying the moment. I loved driving.
Seven hours I drove without slowing down -only making some short stops to rest- and Frankie kept on sleeping. Once in a while I'd spy him through the little mirror to make sure he was okay. Besides some restless moments every couple of hours he appeared to be fine. By then I was sure I had not only retrieved lost time but even gained some extra hours.
It was 11 in the morning when I turned on the radio. After so many hours of silence I was in need of some noise; I missed Frankie's voice. Going through the stations and finding nothing good, I chose to listen to one of my old Iron Maiden cassettes. I kept the volume low, checking on Frank once again, a peaceful expression on his face. Cursing the summer sun that was toasting my left side, I followed the drums with my hands on the wheel; banging my head and singing along softly. Songs passed bye and I got more and more into it.
"Oopsss! B-blood!" I heard a voice say, and not exactly in the song.
"What the fuck?" I accommodated the rear-view mirror and looked back.
"OH SHIT!" I exclaimed, shocked. Frankie was still semi-lying, but he wasn't sleeping anymore. He was holding a pair of scissors, scratch-writing on the inner side of his extended left arm. I didn't even remember having left those things there.
I pulled out of the road and stopped at record speed, not caring at all where. Kneeling on my seat I looked at the boy, who smiled nervously. He had been sloppily carving his name on his arm. Up to the 'n' it was just grazes, but he had cut a little deeper for the 'i', dangerously close to his wrist. Blood was dripping from it into his shirt.
"Frankie, give me that." I ordered, reaching out for the scissors.
"N-no!" he answered, preparing to go on with his task.
"Frankie, please give me the scissors, what you're doing is not right, you could hurt yourself badly. Damn...I don't even know how deep you cut already!" I insisted trying to keep calm, not wanting him to freak out having a sharp object in his hands. After all, I barely knew him and his mental problems.
"N-NO! I...I'm f-fine...leave me a-alone, I n-need to f-finish!" he said and crawled to the opposite side of the seat, as far from me as possible.
I jumped over the backrest and immobilized his hand without warning.
"Open your hand."
"N-NO! N-NONONONONONONO!" he yelled shaking his head and pushed me away with his legs.
"FRANK! I'M FUCKING SERIOUS, GIVE ME THE FUCKING SCISSORS NOW!" I raised my voice, having ran out of ideas. It was absolutely necessary. He looked up scared with his eyes wide open and then started to cry.
"Y-you...you're s-screaming to m-me, I d-don't like it. And...and you c-called me Frank."
I got closer and hugged him. At first he resisted me but finally gave in.
"I'm sorry Frankie, but I can't let you hurt yourself, I couldn't let this pass. I had to stop you. I didn't mean to scream and I'll try not to do it again." I told him massaging his back. He put his arms around me and I heard the scissors fall on the seat. I quickly grabbed them, but as soon as Frank noticed he launched himself towards my hand.
"G-give them back! G-give them b-back!"
"No way. They're leaving." I said, throwing them through the window.
"NO! H-how the fuck am I g-gonna finish my t-tattoo now?" he protested and hit my chest with his fists. His blood was all over my jacket now.
"Stop it Frankie, come on kid! I'll take you to get a real tattoo in the future, what do you think?" I asked, cursing myself for speaking without thinking first. He quit the hitting and began to bounce.
"Y-yeah! I w-want to!"
"Ok but now let me clean that. Give me your arm." I said after getting the first aid kit from the glove compartment.
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