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Take your Medicine	By : Imaginary Category: DC Verse Cartoons - Teen Titans > Slash - Male/Male > Robin/Slade Views: 8215 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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This chapter is twice as longer than usual, but THIS is what you'll love the most. Because I love you so much, I once again decided to make some use of my crocheting skills

I HAVE CROCHETED YOU SLADE, ROBIN AND RED X DOLLS! Please see these links; just replace the commas with periods:

Slade: lollingdreamer,livejournal,com/15829,html

Robin: lollingdreamer,livejournal,com/20780,html

Red X: lollingdreamer,livejournal,com/21019,html

Please enjoy the dolls and the chapter! Tell me what you think about them both ;)

Take Your Medicine, Chapter 5 (Edited by SladinForever)

When Robin woke up around eleven, he felt relatively good. His mind had rested and he didn't feel so jumpy like in his own room yesterday.

'More like a cell.'

With a yawn, he lifted himself up in bed and felt a wave of dizziness pass him. Ignoring it, he swung his legs over and rubbed his sore eyes. Even his head felt better. It wasn't all foggy and sore, even if all of his brain activity took its own time; he blamed this on morning stiffness. Robin slowly rose to his feet, placing them on the cold floor. He shifted between each foot for a couple of seconds before he got used to the coldness of it. Apparently, Slade didn't seem to care about floor heating.

As soon as his feet got used to the cold, he started to do some stretches until his back cracked and his muscles loosened. When he was finally done with his usual morning ritual, he walked to the bathroom and first looked at his reflection in the mirror. His skin was a tad too pale, he had obvious morning hair, and his eyes were probably blood shot and swollen. Robin didn't dare take his mask off in fear of not getting it back on. So, with a sigh, he splashed some cold water on his face before looking for any useful hair care products.

Pulling the mirror open, Robin scanned the meager selection: men's shower gel, one suspicious bottle of shampoo, since it was the only thing written on it, and a bottle of shaving cream. Robin got the feeling that Slade had written on the shampoo bottle himself, even if that was clearly not the case. Looking at the other bottle now, Robin mused, 'could one do his hair with shaving cream'? Not daring to take the risk of Slade laughing straight at his face if he smelled liked the stinging odor of the foam, he decided to do the simple, but somewhat useless measure anyway: try to make his hair stay in place with plain water. With a sigh, he started to do his hair. What was he even thinking? Of course Slade would need no hairspray. No one knew if he even had hair. And even if he did, it would be flat against that stupid mask anyway.

Once he had made his hair at least a little bit more bearable, Robin returned the bedroom. It all looked so constrained; metallic gray furniture, or lack thereof: gray chair with a gray table, a gray computer, and surprise, a gray monitor. Even the walls were gray. Only thing that brought the room some change in color was the black covers and white pillows. So either Slade was color blind or he cherished simple and dull décor.

Robin let his eyes wander around the room for a while longer while he memorized every little detail. Slowly making his way to the desk, he looked around carefully, making sure Slade made at least some careless mistake to make this a little easier on him. The table had been cleaned with extra care. All the cupboards were locked, the computer was shut down with a password, and even the folders, just for them, seemed to be locked behind a little transparent safe. Robin wouldn't be the least surprised if the coffee cup was chained to the table. Something else managed to catch his eye. There was one piece of paper sticking out from the safe. Robin carefully pulled it away, not daring to risk ripping it. The paper was small, probably an A5 paper that had been folded once to the size A6. He opened it carefully, never noticing that he had tensed his shoulders until they fell down heavily. He read the note to himself.

Good afternoon Robin

As much as I wish for you to get well and going,

I do not like that you have rummaged through my belongings

Feel free to change into your clothes I have for you in the right closet in the corner

Then meet me at the training room when you are ready

Slade

Damn, that bastard had everything all planned. He was always one step ahead! Robin ripped the paper to shreds, not wanting to see it again.

"Stupid cheating note. And I thought you were something important," Robin mumbled as he threw the pieces into the trash bin, not caring if they all got there or not.

Robin stomped over to the closet, throwing the sliding door away with force to relieve his anger.

Don't destroy the door

Something in Robin's mind clicked. "Darn you Slade! Stop reading me and treating me like some stupid guinea pig! If you have anything to say, come say it straight to my face!"

It came to no surprise that no one answered. Growling angrily, he took off the paper, squished it into a small ball, and then threw it over his shoulder, not caring where it fell. He started to feel something boiling inside of him. He pulled the clothing furiously out of the closet, only to find yet another small folded piece of paper. It fell to the floor. He quickly picked it up.

Calm your mind before your headache and nausea return

There is a big mirror hidden on the wall next to the bathroom

Close the doors with care

See you in the training room

"Close the doors with care," Robin imitated Slade with a rather sarcastic tone.

He closed the closet with one powerful slide. With deep breaths, he stepped to where the bathroom door was and threw the suit onto Slade's king-sized bed. With a rather loud sigh, he leaned on the wall, pressing his forehead against the cold metal to cool his nerves. He had only been up for about fifteen minutes and already Slade managed to strike a few nerves, without even being there in person. Robin squeezed his eyes shut to collect himself. He lifted his right hand to start banging at the wall, hopefully finding the place that opened the mirror.

After banging on it for a while, he started to think of a completely different way of trying to open the trapdoor, seeing as nothing happened no matter how much he hit it. And what made him so sure it was the right way anyway? Somehow, Robin just felt familiar with the way of opening the door, like if Slade had some other hidden passages with the same kind of opening system before. Finally deciding to give up on his method, he moved his head back. To his surprise, the wall opened immediately after the contact had been removed. Eyes narrowing, Robin looked at the now visible, full-length mirror and all the things beside it, placed on hangers on both sides at about arm's length.

'You have got to be kidding me,' the thought escaped Robin as he noticed the hairspray on the right top holder. 'Now he decides to tell me after I've gotten my hair wet.' He sighed. 'Can't put it on now until my hair is dry. Dammit.'

Giving up, Robin took his new uniform from the bed, sending a glare at it that clearly stated he would loathe wearing it, no matter how great it might be. Gritting his teeth, he started to strip off his black and white night wear, threw them on the bed, and then tried to get the new uniform on.

The suit was like a second skin. Getting it on took a bit of effort, but surprisingly it didn't hold onto his moving back at all. In fact, the cloth was like it didn't even exist. Man could move as freely as he'd want with this. His first thought was that it would be the same as wearing a diving suit, but that wasn't the case at all. Diving suits were stiff and awkward. People could barely move in those as it didn't allow elbows or knees to fold and bend. But this suit didn't have that problem. Besides, it barely weighed anything at all, so it really felt like he was wearing nothing. This made Robin feel a little awkward, but as he looked at the reflection in the mirror, he could see that the suit was on. It was even better looking than his old one and he could say that it suited him better. Not that he wanted to wear it anyway.

Robin examined his reflection in the mirror. The cloth showed off his abs and hugged every curve of his body. Secretly, Robin thanked god that he had all his muscles and curves in the right places, otherwise this suit would definitely give him away. With a small smile, he took two steps backwards and admired his reflection in the mirror.

The suit was mostly black with a big silver "S" on his torso. It started from his left armpit and went over his collarbone to the right armpit. From there it went across his stomach to the left side on his waist, where it ended at the right side, curving through his lower abs first. The "S" worked effectively as a divider, as the right side of his torso of the suit, including the arm, was orange. The left hand from his elbows down was also orange and the suit also had some little orange details on his thigh. There was also a smaller "S" inside the bigger one, on his chest, which Robin noted with great distaste. And just for some little extra show, or protection, there was a silver neck plate, shoulder protectors, knee pads, and leg protectors. The suit had shoes all on its own, so no need for them.

Not bad even if he said so himself. But Robin still didn't like wearing it. Well maybe a little. For show. But…No! He didn't like Slade's new uniform, and that was it! Period!

Robin stomped back to the closet and looked in there again, just to make sure he hadn't forgotten anything. The closet was empty except for a gray case that was placed on the furthest right corner. Curious as he was, he pulled it out and went to sit on Slade's bed to take a better look.

It had no security codes, so he opened it without problems. He noticed then that there were gloves and a belt to go with the suit and, even more surprisingly, a new mask to go with it too. And, no surprise, a note was inside it.

Use the new mask

The special glue tube on the left side of the mirror will help it stick

Come when you are ready

Robin picked up the new mask and looked at it with great distaste. 'Do I have to?' Robin was giving in way too easily—he knew—but it was only for one week. Not that the mask was too different anyway. It looked the same like his usual one, but it had the curves on the ends. The curves were rather long actually, reaching somewhere near his temple, probably only to look more threatening? 'Or to remind people of Slade, seeing as his mask has the same kind of curves near his eye too.' Robin made a face and seemed to get into a fight with himself. 'What the hell, it's only for one week. Then I'm free and can do whatever the hell I please.' And with that, he jumped up and walked up to the mirror, grabbing the sides of the mask. 'Or maybe this is a trap? A trap to see my eyes?'

Robin really hated his inner voice sometimes. He shifted from one foot to the other at the thought. Maybe he could just keep his eyes shut… Nah, he felt like he wanted to see his eyes, just to make sure they were not bloodshot. Shaking his head again, he blamed his paranoia and then quickly tore the mask off. With his eyes still shut, he covered them with his hand and took a glimpse behind it.

'Who knows what kind of reflecting glass and cameras that idiot uses,' he thought.

His eyes were slightly red, but nothing bad, he noted as he smeared some of the glue on his new mask with his free hand. Cursing Slade in his mind, he fitted the mask in place and then went back to the case to get the belt and gloves. Sighing in surrender as he finally got all of them ready, Robin stepped out of the room and left the case on Slade's bed, not caring about taking it back to the closet. As he stepped out of the room, the door closed behind him automatically and he doubted that it would open again to let him back in.

'There's no turning back,' Robin thought. He started walking along the corridors, not caring if he got lost or not. Slade wouldn't let him escape and he knew it; the man would come back to get him. There were square lamps on the ceiling every once in a while and they were lit in every twist and corner. 'So this is my room now is it?'

Robin walked to where he thought his room was supposed to be. Slade was probably going to make him stay in there from now on. Just out of curiosity, he opened the door and looked inside. The room was not the way they had left it. The cover wasn't on the floor anymore to get dry, but on the bed, all neat and tidy. The floor and shower were no longer wet either. All-in-all, the room looked like no one had lived there; clean and taken care of.

'Is this my room after all?' Of course it was. Everything else in the room was right as when he came in. The hideout was no hotel after all. There was, without a doubt, no other room like this. 'Must be a Slade-bot's doing.'

Throwing the door closed, Robin turned his back and tried to remember his surroundings; who knew when it would be useful to know the hideout's corridors. He then turned to walk left, away from his quarters. The halls all looked the same, the only difference were the doors that led to who knows where. There were twists and turns and of course some windows in order to watch from the corridor to inside the room. These helped Robin the most. That way he could easily tell if he was walking in circles, was in familiar territory, was going in the right direction, or whatever. For example, he had been circling around the kitchen for a while now.

'Damn labyrinth!' Robin growled in frustration as he noticed that he was once again standing in front of a window that he could see led to a storage room. Being as determined as he was, Robin decided to walk straight without taking any turns this time. 'The corridors couldn't possibly go on forever! Or could they?' He now walked until he came to a corner that the only way he could go was to take a left turn. Straight forward from there was a door with no window. Walking forward, he examined it. 'This is the door back to Slade's room.' Robin's face fell. "This can't be!" he yelled out loud, to break off some of his frustration. 'Fine, I'll explore every corridor if I have to!'

And with that, he took off running along the corridors. Robin noted each room he saw in his head; conference room, living room, computer room, laboratory, weapon storage, Slade-bot storage, place to make Slade-bots, kitchen again? Security room, empty room… Jail? Storage, non-shooting weapons, Slade training in a training room, infirmary… Wait, what? Halting, Robin turned around to look in the previous room. Well, he found him. There Slade was, training with his Slade-bots.

'Or rather making them useless junk,' Robin thought. He noticed the head of a bot had just hit the window straight at his head's height, which made him so happy that the window was there to guard him. Slade had really taken a liking when training with his toys. The room was full of Slade-bots, which were attacking him with a variety of weapons: bo staves, swords, nunchucks, spears, and god knows what else. Slade was simply barehanded. 'How can he take on so many opponents at once?'

That was the only thought that crossed Robin's mind at that moment as he saw Slade fighting his way through the human-like machines. Roundhouse kicks were performed and Slade seemed to jump from one place to another instead of staying in one place. He was quickly surrounded by more robots. Slade jumped away again to be a little bit farther from one bot, swinging his right arm and hitting its neck, stunning it. Once again, he jumped behind another bot and kicked it in the back. It flew into the bot in front of it, which hit the kicked bot to the floor like it had been performing some kind of self-defense move. Slade seemed to be in a rush and fully into the battle that was taking place. Robin found himself captivated in the fight. Slade seemed entirely focused as he kicked the bots, making his way from one side of the room to the other.

Robin was now completely mesmerized. This happened to be the first time he could just be the observer instead of the one fighting against Slade. All of the man's moves were coordinated and not a single emotion seemed to enter his eye as he hit his opponents that looked like real people. He was graceful and he seemed to glide from one place to another, not making a single sound. Somehow he was even able to move so fast and avoidably, like he knew all the moves that his robots were about to perform. Not even one blow seemed to hit Slade as he had already dodged an attack. Before the bot could prepare again, the man was already behind it to stun it with a swift move.

The bots seemed to fall like nothing as Slade moved fast and devious around them, hitting them in every fatal organ of the human body. The Slade-bots didn't have a chance and they were soon lying on the floor, unmoving and tainted. Slade, on the other hand, didn't seem to have suffered from any damage. He now made his way to the window. With that only visible eye, he stared straight at Robin, daring him to step into the room.

"That was…awesome," Robin said, ending with the slightest bit of uncertainty.

"Yes," was Slade's only answer as he called for some new robots to clean up after him.

Robin grimaced as he saw the broken robots being taken care of. They were really made to look like real humans. They had all the same details and features that humans did and they even seemed to bleed. It really made him feel nauseous as the other bots dragged the junk metal off with no sympathy, leaving a bloody red trail behind them. Some of the cuts and bruises looked so real that more than once he doubted if they weren't real people after all. Even the faces looked real and the emotions were still visible on their now lifeless faces. They still held those shocked eyes, painful screams, and looks of total suffering as they were dragged away. The sight really made Robin's stomach uneasy. Only when he saw the robot's head that Slade had kicked off was in its lap did Robin finally lose his cool and make him want to really puke.

"Robin, I understand your uneasiness, but try to remember they are still only robots," Slade said as he took Robin by the shoulder to turn him away from the sight. He made him look at him instead. "So I take it that you are now rested and ready for some training?" Robin nodded slightly, not knowing if he really wanted to train if it meant that he needed to be fighting against those robots. "No Robin, you won't be fighting with robots anytime soon. Instead, we'll do some warm-ups and then, if you feel up for it, we can have some one-on-one sparring."

Slade turned to the training room that had now been fully cleaned with no sight of the previous massacre.

"How can you be so…neutral about this?" Robin finally mumbled as he followed Slade to one separate room, which had all kinds of equipment in it, like punching bags and weights.

"It's what I do best," Slade said. "It's the main thing to consider when deciding your job."

"Yeah, but…I mean like, how can you stand doing this? Why do you do what you do?"

"I bet you'd like to know," Slade said dismissively. He walked to the corner of the room where all the training mats were located. Robin followed behind him. "I expect you to perform one hundred pushups for starters." Slade pulled a mat away from the wall and sat it before Robin. He watched as he lay down and started his exercise. "Don't forget to count or I'll make you do them from the very beginning."

Robin rolled his eyes and started to count under his breath. "Ten…eleven…twelve…"

Pushups had never been one of Robin's specialties and Slade knew that. His grasp was way too weak for his taste. Not to mention he needed more strength in his hands. Robin had already reached eighty when he started having some problems.

"Robin, I know you have been sick and are still weak, but I know you can perform better than that."

"Shut up and let me do it myself," Robin snarled. This took Slade off guard. He didn't want him to snap at him. Maybe he needed to teach the kid some anger management and manners. "Ninety-f-five…n-ninety-s-six…ninety-seven."

When Robin was one push-up away, Slade said with a smirk, "Now do ten more." Scowling, the boy performed the requested push-ups. "Good, we'll come back to this later, but for now some sit-ups." Scowling again, Robin changed his position and started again with his new exercise. Unbeknownst to him, Slade was testing Robin on his abilities with the exercises he had given him. Once the boy had gone through the usual ones, Slade decided to praise him with a ten minute break.

"Enjoy this rest, because we'll move onto much harder exercises next, like chin-ups, punches, kicks, and, just to annoy you, some more push-ups, this time one-handed."

Groaning, Robin fell onto his back, burying his head with his hands. He felt slightly disappointed as he suddenly found out that now he could barely perform half the effort he usually did. His sickness had really taken him down several levels. To be perfectly honest, Robin was really disappointed, or better yet, mad at himself about how weak he had gotten. Not wanting to look like some stupid wimp, notably in Slade's eyes, he wanted to force himself as much as he could. He was not weak!

Cold water was suddenly thrown onto his head. He quickly sat up and choked on some that had entered his mouth.

"Just a boost for you. Now let's get back to work." Slade said, throwing the plastic mug, from which he had thrown the water on Robin's face, away.

"Bastard, you could have just said so!" Robin said angrily, still out of breath from coughing.

"I did, several times, with no answer. Besides, that's not the way you speak to your superiors."

"Fuck you and your superiors," Robin groaned angrily.

This comeback resulted in punishment. Slade stepped down on Robin's hand that had been on the floor beside him with his steel-toed boot.

"What was that? I thought I heard you nagging about something." Robin just grimaced in pain and tried to pull his hand away futilely. "We can either do this in peace without scolding each other, that being the easiest and best way, or we can make this hard for the both of us. Which is it going to be?"

"Like you could!" Robin growled, but was already regretting his words as Slade put more force down, shifting the position to put more pressure on his hand.

Robin almost screamed in pain as he felt the bone in his middle finger beginning to come close to snapping in two.

"You have not given me any reason to, so you don't know. Now, answer my question," Slade said with a threatening tone, which caused goosebumps to run along Robin's spine.

Just for some more reassurance, Slade put forth even more pressure. This time Robin practically screamed. "You win! Whatever! Just don't crush my hand!" Robin yelled among the screams, trying to lift Slade's boot off.

"Now say the magic word."

"Never!" Slade stomped down more powerfully until a slight crack was heard. Robin really screamed from the top of his lungs this time. "Please! Please, let me go! Please!"

"Fine, if that's what you want," Slade said smugly.

He took his foot of Robin's hand. The boy took it in his other hand, as though trying to protect it. 'Like that would even ease the pain.'

"I expect obedience and respect, Robin. So far you have not been successful with these areas," Slade said. He then knelt before Robin, reaching his hand for him. "Now, give me your hand."

"No!"

"Trust, Robin, trust," Slade said reassuringly, holding his hand out to him still. Robin just looked at him like he was some kind of maniac who would rip his hand off if he got a hold of it. Shaking his head slightly, he tried to move his hand further away from him. Slade did not a move, just looked at Robin with his only visible gray eye. "Trust me," Slade said again, looking deeply into Robin's masked eyes.

Robin felt that eye piercing into him. He suddenly remembered it when he walked with Slade to the kitchen last night:

"It was just a test then?"

"In a way it was. There is one thing I seek from my apprentice and that is trust. I don't require acceptance or agreement of my opinions, just trust for what I'm doing is the best. There is no need to worry over petty things. And congratulations; you passed."

Robin still shook his head slightly, but he finally gave in to Slade's look. It was like his stare would have drilled its way into his soul and make him do what he wanted. Robin allowed him to carefully take his hand.

"Good boy, now let's take a look at it," Slade said, examining his hand, which was now completely red. The middle finger seemed to be loose and was in a weird position. "Now tell me if it hurts." Robin already told him what was hurting before he even started feeling for any breaks and/or bruises. Slade completely ignored him. "It seems the middle finger has been dislocated, but nothing too serious." Slade looked back at Robin. "I can put it back, but it will hurt. I hope you have learned something from this."

'Oh, like you're a huge sadistic bastard that will break my fingers if I disobey?'

Not daring to say that out loud, Robin just nodded and then squeezed his eyes shut. Taking a firm grip on his middle finger, Slade, without warning, pulled it back and then quickly forced it upward. A pop sound as his finger was put back into place was silenced by Robin's cry of pain. He held it in his other hand after Slade released it, trying to stop the painful throbbing.

"You've had enough training for today," Slade said, heading for the door. "We will postpone the rest until after you take a short nap. Now, let's get some ice to put on your hand and some food as well since we skipped lunch hour."

Slade stopped, waiting for Robin to catch up with his back turned. The teen still sat there in slight shock, trying out his hand, squeezing it into a loose fist and back open a few times. Everything moved as they should, but it hurt to do so. Ignoring it, he rose up and jogged over to Slade. They walked to the kitchen in silence, neither wanting to say a thing. As they reached their destination, Robin sat in a chair and looked at his hand reticently. Slade was concentrating on other things, namely getting a bag of ice. Finding one amongst everything else he kept in the freezer, he wrapped a towel around it before throwing it to him.

Trusting that he would fair alone, Slade started to rummage the cupboards for something to eat. Robin, meanwhile, was buried deeply in his thoughts. Everything seemed to pass him by as he paid no attention to the things surrounding him. His thoughts were soon disrupted as he got a plateful of food in front of him. Robin just looked at it momentarily before looking at his companion. Slade put everything on the table: bread, butter, and milk. He sat down on the other side next to his own plate. Finally breaking from his thoughts, Robin began to eat.

"A dollar for your thoughts," Slade finally said, breaking the silence as he buttered a slice of bread.

A long moment of silence followed.

"You really think we could get along?" Robin soon asked.

"With some alterations, yes." Robin just nodded, brushing his hand. "Who knows, maybe it won't be so bad," Slade added, to get him to open up a bit.

Robin raised his head from the table and said, "I guess." He ate some more in silence. Once full, he rested his head on the table in exhaustion. He didn't want to say that he was already tired. The nausea had really taken a toll on him. "Thanks for the ice."

Slade nodded. "Take it with you and go to sleep," he said, taking their plates to the sink. "You have a full day of training ahead of you tomorrow. You'll need enough rest to fully overcome your nausea. It holds you back."

Slade started to walk away, Robin coming right behind him.

"Yeah, sounds like a plan," he mumbled quietly, even though it wouldn't matter; Slade already made his decision.

It didn't take them long to walk to Robin's room. Slade knew the way by heart, unlike the boy, who got lost once or twice. He held the door open for him. Robin just stood by it, looking inside the dark, dull, and lonely space.

"Off you go now."

Robin tried to say something against this, thinking of anything to prevent himself from going in there. "Well I…I left my sleep clothes in your room."

Slade sighed, but Robin didn't hear it. Suddenly smiling slightly under his mask, he shut the door and headed for his room, Robin following behind. He was half awake, half asleep as he followed him, like a duckling and his mother. Reaching the room a few minutes later, Slade entered and went straight to his desk with his computer. He sat down as Robin slumped backwards on his bed, which highly amused him.

"If I say "you may sleep in here just this once", will you at least change into your nightwear first?" Slade asked with a grin on his lips as he watched the tired teen mumble something incoherent.

Robin forced himself up and tried to get the suit off himself. Slade was grinning more madly now. The suit had been one hell of a goldmine for him. It looked really good on Robin, especially now as he tried getting it off in his half-awake state. He just squirmed around in minimal movements, trying to slide it off his body. For Slade it was like watching his own personal strip show. Robin was being so slow with his movements that it gave Slade a chance to admire his chest, side, and back. It was especially difficult to get off before his gloves, which the boy now tried to do to get his hands free.

After much struggling, Robin was finally able to get them free. He pulled the suit off completely, ending up showing off his boxer-covered ass to Slade as he tried ripping it off his legs, which was rather challenging. Slade was grinning widely during the whole show. He was then able to get a good look at Robin's nice naked body as he wore only his boxers. Then, much to his enjoyment, he noticed that he did a slow spin around in place as he looked for his sleep clothes. It was like the kid was modeling for him, Slade mused.

Robin finally found his shirt, making Slade lick his lips as he pulled the overly big T-shirt over his head. He had to hold his arms up to slip it on, showing off his abs, chest, slim waist, and delicate skin and features. It finally slipped down, covering him completely.

"Night Slade…" Robin mumbled before he fell down, probably falling asleep the moment his head hit the pillow.

"Night, Robin."

A small mumbling sound was heard from Robin's direction, which made Slade smile. The kid had no idea what he was doing to him, did he?
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