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Chapter 22: First Step Taken

*I wish to thank all of you for 300 saves on the book. It's something phenomenal for me, a milestone that I'm most thankful for. Thank God I managed to keep writing, and thank you all for reading and enjoying the ride until this point. We're one chapter short of completion for Jarilo-VI's main questline, then I'll do some omakes (I hope I got the right word) as well as go on with the plot. Still, we have some silly little stories that are to come first. Until then, peace out, Deus vult, and thank you all once more. I love you all :))*

The nightmare was there again. Even if he had managed to defeat those thoughts once, burning them to the ground, they didn't leave him fully. Wounded was his mind, and it came from deep within himself. The guilt of having just vanished from his world, without an explanation, of having left everyone he knew behind. The images of his family broken down by his disappearance tormented his sleep. 

As he opened his eyes, he tried to quietly wipe them before tears could manage to slide along his face. 

"He's awake!" shouted March, leaping over his side, knocking the wind out of him. 

Everyone had gathered, with Natasha at the side, smiling softly. 

"It's good to know that I'm alive. How long was I out for?" 

"Two days, Mark. You slept like a baby for two days," replied Stelle, pulling March back a little to give Mark some room to breathe. 

"I see, two days... did I make it?" 

She nodded, and in walked everyone, both people he had expected to see and those he hadn't. Dan Heng, Seele, Bronya, Serval, to even Gepard and Cocolia. 

"Woah, that's a huge load of people. Heck," he chuckled, sitting upright on the bed. His body felt sore, sluggish in its movements, yet that didn't bother him in the least. He could recall all that he had done, the way he even managed to make the planet warm up a little. 

"You know, Mark, the kids from both the Underworld and the Overworld are enjoying the green stuff that you made pop up. Grass, or what was it called?" 

Seele's words made him smile a tiny bit, his heart warming up with joy. 

"I see... they're enjoying it?" 

"Yeah," answered Bronya, "and not just the children. Everyone is thrilled with the new apparition. The snow is melting, and somehow the Fragmentum is no longer around. We finally have flowers blooming on the fields instead of snow and cold winds." 

He nodded, glancing around at everyone, taking in the different ways they were all looking at him. He knew something was off, but he couldn't quite pinpoint it. 

"Go on... speak your mind, all of you." 

Stelle and March became a bit petulant, looking around as if wishing to avoid the topic. Even Bronya didn't quite like it, so the task was left up to one single guy who handled the serious business. 

"Who are you, Mark?" asked Dan Heng, his arms crossed. 

Mark sighed, tired of that stupid question by that point. 

"Hell, I'm a normal human, ok? I got some memory problems just like March, ok? I can't recall many things, that's for sure... so just leave it be, ok? We've saved the planet, and I have no plans of harming anyone. After all, if I wanted to, I could have done it while in that rampant stage under the Stellaron's influence." 

He was pissed already, his words coming off as a bit harsher than expected, even for him. Dan Heng kept staring at him, giving him the thousand-yard stare, but Mark didn't falter. His words carried the truth with them, and that's all that mattered to him. 

Both March and Stelle began laughing, nudging Dan Heng in the sides. 

"See? I told you he would just say the same thing over and over. How about we have a little faith in him?" 

March's words were a beacon of salvation for Mark, who had grown tired of repeating his ideas over and over. Sure, it was logical for them to question him, especially after such a display, but he didn't quite like it since his explanation lacked logic, looking more like a far-strung lie that a kid would use about aliens breaking a vase in the house. 

Relenting due to peer pressure, Dan Heng let out a sigh and allowed his arms to fall at his sides. 

"Fine, but that doesn't mean I won't be keeping an eye on you, Mark." 

He nodded, unbothered. 

"If I wanted to stab any of you in the back, I would have done it long ago." 

He stood up slowly, noticing that his sheathed sword and metal pipe were neatly placed in the corner of the room. 

"Heh, thank you for taking care of these things for me. It would've been a shame to have me run back for them right now." 

He chuckled like a mischievous child as he grabbed his clothes, noticing that he was wearing something else only when his usual outfit, neatly packed and washed, came in sight. His cheeks were a bit red again. 

"Who changed me this time?" he asked, trying to keep his voice from cracking. 

Stelle walked from behind and gently patted his shoulder, smirking at him as she teased. 

"Oh, is our little Mark shy?" 

He tried to not smack her with the pipe, exerting more self-control than he could at the moment. With a sly smile, he turned at her, deciding to scale the situation. He leaned in, whispering softly in her ear. 

"Oh, so it was you, my dear Stelle? Well, can't say I mind." 

Instantly, she pulled away, her face beet red, even worse than his. The whole room burst into laughter, until Natasha defused the situation. 

"Mark, you know that a doctor takes care of the patients. I was the one who took care of your wounded body. The state you were in was much worse at first, with bruises all over your chest, but your body somehow healed faster than normal." 

The answer did surprise him a bit. Bruises that vanished fast. Might be something about the Stellarons within him. 

"I see... well, thank you, everyone." 

He took a good look at all the happy faces he saw in the room, noticing that just one was a bit off. Cocolia stepped closer, and Mark nearly forgot that he had managed to save her. Indeed, it was a pretty weird sight, especially since her screen time in game ended with her death. 

She quietly stood before him, looking up at him. Mark suddenly felt self-conscious for a lot of reasons, especially since a pretty woman was so close to him. She gently grabbed his right hand and held it between hers, cradling it gently. Tears prickled at the corners of her eyes, threatening to spill out. 

"Thank you..." 

Heck, he nearly cussed himself out. His level of experience with such situations was low, but in the end, he still knew what had to be done. Without hesitation, he chose to do it his way, ending with a light pat on the head with his free hand. 

"No worries. I did it for everyone, and it's thanks to the Astral Express crew that I even managed to get to that point. They could have done things without me, that's for sure, but maybe I can take a little credit for saving you specifically." 

He chuckled and pulled his hand back, reaching for his clothes again. No words were said as he went to another room, only to come out looking like his usual self, the large shirt allowing his body to breathe. 

"This is more like it. Everyone, not sure what turn the journey will now take, but I'm sure of one thing: I'll come visit whenever possible." 

He turned to Dan Heng, who had a small smile on his face at the sight of March further teasing Stelle, whose cheeks were still rosy. 

"Dan Heng, when is the Express leaving?" 

The question caught him a bit off guard, yet he did anchor himself quickly. 

"The Express is leaving a bit later than expected. Since the anomalies have stopped once the Stellaron had been taken care of, there is no further need for us to leave in a hurry." 

Mark nodded, but the answer was different from what he had known. He did hope that it wouldn't affect the timeline too much or something, since the Xianzhou disaster did happen as they left. 

"Let's hope that the timeline won't get cooked thanks to me. Maybe we should leave sooner? Who knows. Perhaps Kafka will still show up on time, even if we leave or not." 

Mark took a deep breath then spoke in all seriousness, his face changing back to normal in a flash. 

"Well, I would like to join the Astral Express. Is it alright if I go there right now?" 

The three members all turned to face him. March had a clue already about this wish of his, which she was more than glad to lend a hand with. Stelle nodded, while Dan Heng chose to keep his answer to himself. 

"Sure, Mark. I'll lead the way." 

March grabbed him by the sleeve and dragged him out, to everyone's amusement. Stelle quickly followed behind, leaving a tired Dan Heng to take care of the loose ends with the report of their mission. 

Mark had always wondered how the Astral Express allowed its members to disembark, especially since the train didn't seem to touch the ground in-game. However, the true answer was anticlimactic. The train did land near the ground since its size wasn't all that impressive. It was a train, the same as any other he had seen, just way larger, enough that each wagon seemed to be a house in its own right. Still, the total size was far smaller than he thought. 

"Welcome, Mark. This is the Astral Express in all its beauty. I'll show you all around." 

March's excitement was contagious, attaching itself to Mark's already joyful heart. He stepped in with somewhat shy steps, aware of the ones he'd meet inside. The door opened, revealing the interior that he was so familiar with. His heart couldn't take it, and he felt like screaming. 

"Oh, you're back," said Himeko, giving all of them one of her soft smiles. 

In that moment, Mark's mind went blank. Sure, he could speak and not make a fool of himself, but seeing Himeko made his heart do flips in all sorts of ways, from the normal ones to feeling like it tried to do a triple backflip on a motorcycle mid-air. 

Mark's eyes met hers, watching as she stepped closer. Dan Heng and Stelle walked in as well, looking over at March as she tried to tug on Mark's sleeve, but he didn't budge. His eyes were stuck on Himeko, watching as her slender figure came closer, her golden eyes ushering him to drown in them. 

"You must be the one who helped our little trio here, right? What is your name, if I may ask?" 

Mark looked straight at her, then a bit around, trying to not seem like a creep from too much eye contact. He took a small breath, hoping to hold some sort of image of confidence in his actions. 

"Name's Mark. You must be Himeko, the famous Navigator of the Astral Express." 

She chuckled softly, the sound divine in his ears. It was the only thing he needed to just lose himself and forget all about the outside world—the sort of laugh he'd die for. 

"Mark, that's a simple name, but it seems fitting." 

Mark nodded, smiling a bit. 

"I like leaving a 'mark' wherever I go, and hopefully a good one." 

March's eyes narrowed, a soft scoff leaving her lips. 

"You did not just say that." 

He nodded, glancing over to the side. He loved puns, using words for stuff like that, and this specific joke about his name was his favorite thing to use when introducing himself. 

"I sure did use that, March. I sure did..." 

Himeko chuckled softly, noticing the group interact. It was silent, but there was a connection between all of them. 

"It looks like someone enjoys a bit of witty humor. That only makes it more pleasant, Mark." 

She went over to a tiny table, pouring a cup of coffee. 

"Would you like some coffee?" 

March and Stelle took a step back as Himeko approached. Their silent gazes were pleading with him to say no, trying to warn him about the danger that came with it. That coffee that she drinks was as bitter as a stormy night where the wind blows and you're soaked from head to toe. 

"Oh, coffee? Sure, thank you." 

He took the cup, bracing himself. Even Welt and Dan Heng were watching curiously, waiting. 

Mark took a sip, then gulped down the entire cup with no hesitation or sign of discomfort. 

"Mhm, bitter, same way I drink it. It's good coffee; thank you very much." 

She offered a polite smile, pleased that someone else enjoys her passion for coffee. Everyone else was dead silent, wondering how he could handle it with such ease. It's like he couldn't taste it. Little did they know that he started drinking his coffee as bitter as possible, thanks to Himeko. It began as more of an attempt to see how bad it could be, and the taste somehow stuck to him. 

"I guess my stay here will be pretty funky." 

Himeko then motioned for him to have a seat, which he gladly did. Still, his eyes looked around for someone specific. 

"Oh, visitors?" came the tiny voice. Mark looked down and found Pom-Pom. 

"Hm? Oh, the famous conductor. It's my pleasure to meet you, Pom-Pom." 

He reached down for a handshake, and surprisingly, Pom-Pom didn't even hesitate. Instead, he puffed up his chest, giving Mark a semi-serious smile that tried to demand respect. 

"It's a pleasure for me as well." 

Mark then took a seat and sighed, relaxing on the soft cushions. 

"Mhm, this place is nice. I was wondering, however... could I perhaps travel with the Express?" 

Himeko glanced towards everyone, awaiting their opinions. No one denied it, and even Dan Heng nodded approvingly, despite his lack of trust in Mark. 

"As you can see, everyone seems to agree with the decision. Welcome abroad, Mark. From this day forward, you're one of the Nameless."


Chapter 23: Finishing Touches

*Here with another chapter. These ones are just some sort of 'conclusion' to this arc, let's call it, and we're in for just some moments of chatter. I hope I got the dialogue decently for the characters, since putting myself in that character's shoes to just grasp their personality and way of talking is a bit difficult even for me. So, enjoy, let me know what you think, and have fun. Peace out and Deus vult.*

*update on 5th of December 2024 when the room update came out and stuff. It's a bit of a scuffed fix, but I'm going to modify a little here on the details and stuff. Thus, Mark's room becomes the training room kinda, so at future mentions, it would kinda be the same thing, and hopefully the rest doesn't become all too scuffed cuz else I might cook myself way too much*

The words struck a chord within him. For a moment, everything was silent. He simply looked around, smiling faintly, the left side of his lips rising up a little. It was a genuine smile on his side, crooked as it looked. 

"Well, since he's one of the Nameless now, I think we should show him around, right?" asked March, grinning from ear to ear. Himeko chuckled and nodded, pouring herself a cup of steaming coffee. 

"Perhaps we should. However, we do have a bit of a shortage when it comes to the rooms. Plus, Mark has to say a pledge to officially join our ranks." 

March narrowed her eyes, letting out a somewhat annoyed sigh. 

"That cringey thing again? Can't we just skip it? Stelle had to say it, and it felt so awkward." 

Mark's mind instantly went into overdrive, memories crashing inside, refusing to come out without a fight. The moments converged, causing his nose to bleed out and his headache to take off. He wiped it clean instantly, forcing himself to stand. 

"Are you alright, Mark?" asked Himeko, reaching out to help him stand. 

"It's not that bad, you know? No need to bleed out for such a thing," added March, looking a bit worried. Mark simply chuckled, forcing the pain to subside with the joy of a warm moment. 

"No worries, just a little something. I guess I screwed up one way or another and my body is still upset. I'm fine tho," he said calmly, smiling from ear to ear. 

Himeko's warm smile soothed his heart, and the others were just as calm, albeit a touch worried deep down. Without further ado, Stelle and March grabbed him by the arms and began showing him around, taking him for a quick tour. Little did they know that he had a clue about some things, while the others were foreign—and he had the faint idea that what he didn't know, March and Stelle didn't know either. 

The tour was quick, they showed him to their rooms and even to Dan Heng's space, where the information was piled up neatly and arranged. Mark took a quick look, noticing books on all sorts of topics, from Aeons to just the history of random things. 

March's room was the same as he recalled—a pink paradise filled with fluff. 

"Heh, this one's pretty pink. Looks like the perfect room for you, March. It simply yells out 'this is March's room', and I like it." 

She gave a satisfied hum, resting her hands on her waist. She was pretty proud of it; that much was evident. 

"A cute girl needs a cute space to live in. Plus, it's very comfy, especially the bed." 

She jumped on it without even facing the right way, simply tossing herself behind and on to it, jumping slightly as she touched the mattress. Stelle took a dive as well, jumping in like an Olympic swimmer. They chuckled together, and Mark felt like he had somehow snuck in on an all-girls' sleepover. 

"Welp, you have your fun here. I'll figure out my way around this place." 

As he turned around to leave, he found himself dragged down between them. He froze instantly, blinking slowly. 

"Heh, feeling shy again? You sure don't look the part, Mark," teased Stelle, quick on the uptake. It seemed to him that she just loved being sassy. 

"Should I summon the Sword of Will and make my getaway through the door or something? I'm deep behind enemy lines." 

Alas, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying the warmth. 

"I could sleep here instantly... March sure has a comfy bed... I hope the one in my room is the same." 

The two girls chuckled and sat up, giving him a moment, a moment during which March took a few photos. Mark could hear the camera, but he couldn't be bothered to care that much. 

"Yeah, sure, take photos of me when I'm vulnerable," he chuckled, having genuine fun. It's the most relaxed he's been ever since finding himself stranded in the middle of a snowy field. 

Five minutes later, he was up and running, following March and Stelle down the hall. One room boasted the strong fragrance of coffee, and Mark could bet an arm and a leg that it was Himeko's private space, while the other one couldn't budge an inch. 

"I always wondered how come Mister Welt's room wouldn't open. The door isn't even locked, yet the door stays in place no matter how hard I try to move it." 

March was still struggling to pull the door but to no avail. Stelle gave it a try as well, only to get the same outcome. Mark didn't even bother since he knew exactly what was going on. 

"Well, this should be a clear sign that Mister Welt doesn't want anyone barging into his room. Come on, time to see Stelle's room, right?" 

March nodded, but she wasn't that much excited. She shot Stelle a sidelong glance, to which the girl answered by looking away, acting like nothing was wrong. 

"Come on now, March. You know I joined not so long ago myself, so why press this issue? The room is empty, large as it may be." 

"I would still like to see it," said Mark, admitting that his curiosity was there despite the barren state of the room. Thus, they walked back to the Parlor Car, and entered the door on top of the staircase, which Mark could only ever see in game. Still, the headache was there, persisting in spite of all his efforts. Most probably, it would've been shown somewhere in the future, so that's why the pain lingers. 

Quick glances, and he saw the bartender robot, but he didn't focus too much on it for the time being, instead following March and Stelle to the room above. Empty, cluttered with boxes, and one carboard box stood in the middle as a makeshift bed. Mark's face simply blanked out, while March and Stelle were chuckling at his expense. 

"I won't ask any more questions," he mumbled, turning around and making haste for the parlor, where everyone had finally gathered. 

"Oh, exactly the one we were waiting for," said Himeko, flashing him a soft smile. He was a bit confused, but then Pom-Pom cleared up the situation. 

"Mark, you've made your wish known that you would like to join our ranks. Are you sure about that choice?" 

Dan Heng looked his way, arms crossed as his cold gaze scanned Mark with sharpened interest. 

"Becoming a Nameless signifies leaving the past behind to blaze a trail into the future," he said calmly, to which Mark didn't react much. With a resigned look, he said his piece earnestly. 

"Past behind by will or not, I only have the future. As much as the past lingers, the future is our only choice. I accept." 

The others were a bit baffled, yet smiles graced their lips at his sincere declaration. It was true, in the end: the past only burdens people, and that much he knows, considering how he ended up there. Going back would probably be impossible, at least for the time being. 

"Since Mark has made his decision, let's gather round and formally welcome the Astral Express Crew's newest member!" 

Pom-Pom's declaration caught him a little on the wrong foot, and the memories related to it were barely there, just blank flashes of words scattered about that brought more pain than needed. 

"Are you ready for you initiation into the Nameless, Mark?" asked the Conductor. With a hand slung over his chest, the new Nameless nodded, taking upon himself the mantle of a burdening past that he was snatched from, and a future where he hoped to do so much more. 

"Bring it on, Pom-Pom. I'm ready." 

"Then let's recite the Trailblazer Creed. Repeat after Pom-Pom." 

Thus, they spoke in unison, the words somehow flowing to Mark naturally –along the bothersome headache that seemed to have dulled a little, hopefully thanks to the information unraveling before his eyes. 

"One, no matter the ebb and flow of fate, stop staying within the lines. Two, even in the face of tempestuous seas, we always align. Three, even if we don't gain the upper hand, we'll fight for right. Four, even if forgotten by the world, never care a rap for hindsight. Five, no matter how bleak the cosmos may get, let us light the night. Six, even when there are wheels within wheels, go ahead!" 

Then, everyone as one spoke out, their voices carrying within the will of many who had been before. 

"May this journey lead us starward." 

March sighed, speaking up. 

"This is kinda cringey, just as I remember. We should skip this the next time." 

Pom-Pom was about to berate her for ruining the moment, but Mark spoke up, a most tender smile on his lips. 

"It's always the cringe within someone that brings out their true nature. It's honest, uncaring for norms. I find it beautiful." 

Smiles all around, until the matter at hand came up. 

"So, Mark, it seems that we have a rooming problem. The Express isn't as big as it used to be, so the only available room we have is in the Engine Room." 

Mark rubbed his chin in thought, asking a question that doubled down as a solution for more things. 

"Is there perhaps a training room within the Express?" 

Himeko's brow rose up a touch, but she nodded. 

"We do have one. Do you perhaps wish to move in there?" 

He nodded, smiling. 

"Sure, I don't see why not. I don't think it's used that much, and not like I have stuff to keep there. I just need a bed and a wardrobe. If you have some spares in a storage, even better. I'll just drag them there and make that room my own sleeping quarters. Of course, everyone's free to come and train there, as long as I'm not sleeping." 

"I guess that settles it, then," said Pom-Pom, taking note of Mark's requests. "This is all for now. We will tell you about work and duties on the Express, but for now you should get used to the place." 

Thus, the group dispersed, safe for Himeko and Welt, who exchanged curious glances, silently conversing. Mark simply sat down on the plush couch and crossed his legs, looking over to both of them. 

"Go on, ask away. I'll answer what I can and leave the rest as secret... of course, secret for me as well, since I don't know everything." 

Welt fixed his glasses, giving Mark a run-over. Himeko smiled his way, crossing her arms. 

"Straight to business, I like it." 

She took a seat next to him, turning to face him fully, her red hair falling slightly over her face. Mark felt something stir inside of him, but he didn't let it cloud his judgment. He was too aware of many cliches like that one, and he wouldn't become prey to things he understood, like his stupid slip-ups next to beautiful women. 

"In that case, Mark, I'm sure you are aware of what both me and Welt here couldn't figure out." 

She looked out the window at Jarilo-VI, and Mark had just realized that the Express took to orbit in such a smooth manner that he didn't even feel it move. 

"Maybe it moved slower so I wouldn't feel it. Touche, I got no way out in case I was a bad guy or something. Heh, these guys sure are something." 

Himeko turned back at him, her expression a note more serious. 

"Tell me, Mark, how come there is no trace of the Stellaron left? Both Welt and I checked a few times, only to find nothing. What's more, the entire planet was brought to a state of normalcy, as if nothing had ever happened to it." 

Welt silently assessed him, and Mark made sure to be obvious with how he looked at his walking cane, not even hesitating with what bits of knowledge he held. He took a deep breath and chuckled, bursting into laughter randomly. 

"Well, that's a good question, because I'm not sure either. My best bet is that I absorbed the Stellaron, yet here I am, alive and well. Who knows if it'll have some long-term effects, but the thing I'm sure of is that I'm here, and I'm fine. The Stellaron isn't affecting the planet, and it's all back to normal." 

The answer wasn't all that satisfying, and even Welt regarded him with a sense of wariness. Himeko, on the other hand, chose to put a bit of faith in him. 

"Fine, I'll take that as an answer. After all, the crisis has been dealt with, and if you do have some ability that allows you to absorb Stellarons and neutralize them, it might come in handy down the line." 

Mark nodded, smiling softly. Indeed, that's what he planned to do. The things about the being from the shadows that inserted that weird Stellaron made by it was something he wouldn't reveal for a long time, at least in his own plans. 

"Well, seeing as Himeko chose to give you a chance, I shall do the same. After all, you wouldn't have put yourself in danger had you had some prior motives, aiming just for the Stellaron. Please forgive us, but we just had to ensure the safety of the crew and the Express." 

Mark nodded, understanding their worries. They weren't paranoid, they actually had a serious basis for their reasoning, which he did follow along, knowing that an individual as weird as him is an oddity from all points of view. He didn't hesitate to flaunt the things he knew around, which did bury him deeper in his own mess. 

"No worries, I'm good. It's the logical thing to do. Plus, understanding what my deal is could also help me in turn. If I somehow manage to absorb Stellarons at will, then I sure could help the world get rid of them." 

Himeko nodded, relaxing in her seat, somehow maintaining a dignified stance even when leisuring around. 

"I'm glad you understand. After all, the Astral Express is a place that anyone is free to join, no questions asked unless danger is imminent." 

"No worries. Now, could we bring the Express back down to ground level? I'm sure you tried to sort of secure me up here in space, but still, it's not that good of a choice. If I were some bad guy, do you think I would have boarded this place without a way to escape no matter what?" 

He smirked a little, the witty remarks a pleasure in his eyes. Having someone to banter with surely is a beautiful experience. Himeko returned the gesture, intertwining her fingers. 

"My, it seems that you're also pretty sharp. You can drink my coffee, and you're also witty. It seems like we have an interesting one on our hands, right Welt?" 

Welt gave a light nod, walking towards the door to the living quarters. 

"Indeed. Well, please excuse me, I shall take my leave." 

Mark suddenly became three times more self-aware as he found himself alone with Himeko. His mind tried swirling in certain directions, only for him to banish those thoughts over and over. His inner turmoil was well hidden by his casual demeanor, as if nothing was going on. 

"Well, Miss Himeko, could you please direct the Express back to ground level? I want to take a stroll around and talk with the others, see how things turned out since I was out cold for two days." 

She gave a light nod, standing up, the slit in her dress showing off her legs. Mark could feel his heart go crazy once more. There was something about her that just had him in a trance. 

"Sure, Mark. Make sure to be careful, alright?" 

She went off, leaving the room, and thus Mark was all alone inside. 

"Alone in a new place. Heh, how many times has this happened before? Many, indeed." 

The Express descended slowly, moving smoothly and at a reasonable pace. Mark simply sat down and waited. When it reached the ground, he stood up and grabbed his metal pipe from its corner. He had the bad habit of just letting it rest wherever. With the idea of checking up on the loose ends, he went ahead and disembarked the Express for the first time. 

"In and out, quick experience, but I'm sure I'll grow more familiar with it." 


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