The Rebelled Angel {PG-13}
Hey guys! This is a collaboration between Ellie Cullen <3 & Me (Carmen E) We are writing an elaborate Seth Clearwater story that's divided in two parts that you will soon discover in the plot: Here's the plot:
Alexya Kristianna Wood is a new girl (typicall) that moved from Houston to Forks. She left her dark past to have a new start at Forks and that new start begins the first day she arrives. She meets Seth, but she's fifteen and he's seventeen. This first part of the story is their 'best-friend stage' and the second part of the story is when she's seventeen and like how their relationship evolves from friendship to love. We give you:
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CHAPTER ONE – THE MOVE {Alexya's POV} Written by Carmen E
July 7th. I’ll never forget the day I felt a bone crushing pain, one worse than the one I suffered when I was ten.
‘Alexya it’s time!’ Dad called from outside. The roar of his car was uncomfortable. I took a ragged breath and looked one last time at the empty house with the first trickling tears on my cheeks. I whipped them away quickly. It had finally hit me, I was moving away from the only place I called home.
‘Goodbye’ I whispered, my voice echoed in the empty space. Goodbye memories, goodbye Mom, goodbye Anthony, goodbye Houston. Goodbye sun, goodbye Silver, goodbye Mariah, goodbye past...
Today I was moving to Forks, Washington. The rainiest and coldest place in the continental U.S. because my father, Frank, was offered a good job as a head surgeon at the local hospital and he couldn’t resist the opportunity. I tightened my grip on Pooh, Anthony’s small brown teddy bear. I turned my back on my past and walked with my chin held high to face my present and future: Forks.
I am fifteen and my life couldn’t have been any worse. I slammed the door of the red truck my dad owned and looked at him firmly ‘Let’s go.’
He smiled warmly but it never touched his eyes, he knew what I was going through. He backed away from my childhood’s house, from my suffered past.I hoped that my future would be something better but I doubted it. Bad luck chased me everywhere I went.
At the airport, we went through the normal procedures except that this was a one way ticket, there was no turning back. Forks would be a new home, a home I’d have new memories in, better memories as Frank had put it.
On the plane flying to my eminent town, I didn’t sleep, though it was a five hours flight. I looked out the window and at the changing weather when we reached our destined place. I let a gasp escape my lips. I smiled in anticipation. Raindrops were staining the thick glass of my window. I loved the rain and the cold.
The plane started descending and I prepared myself for the speed of the aircraft when it touched land, wet land.
Finally there: Seattle International Airport.
Frank had already bought a car the last time he visited Forks. He even got the house furnished and enrolled me into high school.
Ugh, high school. I absolutely did not want to be the new girl in school. I’d rather be invisible than the new girl. I couldn’t handle the gossip that would probably scatter all around this small town. In fact, I already think – no I know – that they’re aware of our arrival. Word spreads fast in towns where there were three thousand one hundred and twenty one people, well three thousand one hundred and twenty three now. Thank god I had two months to settle in and get familiar with my surroundings, especially the people, before enduring a new torture.
The relief washed away when we were racing to the black BMW under the rain. ‘Don’t worry Lilia.’
That was what everyone at home used to call me, Lilia; I liked it because it reminded me of flowers. I felt uneasy and homesick; I took calm slow deep breaths. Don’t cry Alexya, not now, I reminded myself. ‘You’ll love the house, and Forks.’
I doubted it; I just stared at the unending green nature passing by in a blur. The rain became much more persistent, and I became much calmer. The sound of the drizzling raindrops on the car’s rooftop above us was very relaxing.
I was fixing my eyes on the beautiful nature when I saw a blur in the woods. I straightened. Alert, I turned to Frank ‘Did you see that?’ my voice was frantic.
‘See what, honey?’ He took his eyes from the road to look at me with interest.
‘Never mind’ I slumped back on the seat and focused on the blurry green image. The car slowed and turned into a brick driveway and in front of a two-storey white house.
The forest grew from every way. I had no neighbors nearby. The first hint of civilization was situated around the corner and down the street. Great, I thought to myself dryly. Dad cut the engine and faced me. ‘I have work, Al so here’s the key.’ He handed me the metal key in my white small hand. ‘I’ll help you carry the bags. The room upstairs to the right is yours and the other one is mine. You don’t have to unpack my bag, just get familiar with the house and relax.’
I sighed, arguing was no longer useful. I got used to Frank bailing out on me for the hospital. I reminded myself that it was for a good cause. I wanted to be alone anyway. I sensed the tears that I’ve been holding back since five hours resurfacing and with more power this time. I swallowed the gulp in my throat forcefully. I kept my voice calm and serious. ‘Will you be back early?’
‘I don’t know, Lilia. If I’m late, don’t wait for me.’ He paused with a smile then continued. ‘Come on; let me help you with the bags.’ I got out of the car and opened the trunk.
I had two small cases when Dad had only a big one. I grabbed my luggage and walked up the unsteady stairs of my new porch. I unlocked the door and stepped inside the manner.
I stood unmoving, my eyes sweeping the space. To my right, a glass dining table of four was centered in the room. Black and white photographs of all sizes were placed on each beige-colored wall. To my left, a red leather couch with two flanking armchairs tinted in the same color stood. An oak-colored oval coffee table was centered between the red furniture. A plasma TV was bolted to the wall facing the couch. This was the living room, I concluded. Impressive, Frank had good taste. A door was open and I could see a small round table with two simple chairs pushed to a window. I turned my gaze reluctantly to the wooden stairs built in the hall.
I climbed the steady steps silently with my baggage in hand. I faced two closed doors and opened the one Frank had pointed as mine. The room was pink. I groaned. Frank knew how much I hated that color. I didn’t have it in me to complain right now, I was missing Houston enormously. I threw my bags on my blood-red bed but didn’t open them, not yet. I was afraid that if I started unpacking this would crush me. I just grabbed Pooh tightly and stared around me until I caught my drained reflection on the wall-length mirror.
My lavender eyes were swollen with exhaustion, my pitch black straight hair clung to my face, because it was wet. I had tinted my fringe flashy blue as a tribute to Adam Lambert. It always caught people off guard. I think they were intimidated by me. Surprisingly, I felt smug that I was the only one to have tinted my hair. I felt special. Ha!
My navy t-shirt kissed my chest and shoulders because as my black pants did to my legs and my sneakers to my feet.
‘Bye honey!’ called Frank from downstairs before closing the door behind him. I sighed and detached my eyes from my pathetic look. I wanted to clear my head, breathe some fresh air so I decided to go take a walk into the strange woods.
I didn’t bother getting a coat. I wanted to feel the rain pour on my skin. I stepped in the kitchen but didn’t stop. I continued till I was outside in the backyard.
As soon as I stepped on the grass, I was immediately drenched with the rain’s downpour. I walked towards the immense trees. I wandered aimlessly for the perfect spot to sit on. The soil beneath my feet was muddy, the smell of pine trees was overpowering. I felt tired but I kept going, leaving sight of my house but I made sure that I was going on a straight path so that I’d know where to get back to when I’m calmed and had cleared my head.
Exhausted, I stopped and looked around me. I found a small rock under a tree and went to sit on it. As soon as I was under the tree’s safety, all my feelings of pain hit me with much power. This time, I let my tears fall. I hid my face between my hands while I sobbed quietly for the ache that’s been tormenting me for the past five hours. I didn’t want to be here; I wanted to be back in Houston with Becca– my best friend, and I wanted to be in the ranch again, taking care of Silver, my white horse. I wanted to be near Mom and Anthony but I wasn’t, I couldn’t. I was in Forks, the silence seemed too disturbing, and my quiet sobs echoed in the forest.
I bit my tongue, I shouldn’t make any noise. If anyone heard me, they’d think that I’ve been hurt or something bad had happened. I was hurt, and something bad did happen to me. I was taken away from the only place I called refuge; I’ve been brought to this town forcefully. I wished I had never told Dad that I was happy for him. I knew that he wouldn’t have moved to Forks without my acceptance. But I wanted him to be happy, so I let him take me away from Houston. It was my fault I was here.
I heard movements coming from a bush in front of me, my head snapped up to the noise. I started hyperventilating, this couldn’t be good. I held my breath and pressed my legs to myself. I shrunk to the tree. Maybe the person won’t notice me. He emerged from the bush.
The boy, or should I say man, was tan skinned and wore only shorts. It was freezing; I myself was shaking from the cold. His chest was wet and perfectly structured. I trailed my eyes to his abs. One word popped in my head: Wow. The stranger’s hair was cropped short and dark. He didn’t seem to notice me yet, he was looking at the dirt. I exhaled quietly. ‘Humph’ I heard him huff.
He froze when our eyes met.
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Chapter Two - Imprinted {Seth's POV} Written by Carmen E
Chapter Three - Friends {Alexya's POV} Written by Ellie Cullen <3
Chapter Four - Bliss {Seth's POV} Written by Ellie Cullen <3
Chapter Five - Paint Job {Alexya's POV} Written by Carmen E
Chapter Six - Declaration {Seth's POV} Written by Carmen E
Chapter Seven – Knowledge {Alexya’s POV} Written by Ellie Cullen<3
Chapter Eight – Dreams I Want to Believe {Seth’s POV} Written by Ellie Cullen<3
Chapter Nine – Sleepover {Alexya’s POV} Written by Carmen E
Chapter Ten – The Cullen’s: Part I {Seth’s POV} Written by Carmen E
Chapter Ten – The Cullen’s: Part II {Seth’s POV} Written by Carmen E
Chapter Eleven – Reunion {Alexya’s POV} Written by Ellie Cullen<3
Chapter Twelve – Explanations {Seth’s POV} Written by Ellie Cullen <3
Chapter Thirteen– Buried With the Truth {Alexya’s POV} Written by Carmen E
Chapter Fourteen – Jealousy: Part I {Seth’s POV} Written by Carmen E
Chapter Fourteen – Jealousy: Part II {Seth’s POV} Written by Carmen E
Chapter Fifteen – False Hope {Alexya’s POV} Written by Ellie Cullen <3
Chapter Sixteen – Anger Management: Part I {Seth’s POV} Written by Ellie Cullen<3
Chapter Sixteen – Anger Management: Part II {Seth’s POV} Written by Ellie Cullen
Chapter Seventeen – Distraction {Alexya’s POV} Written by Carmen E
Chapter Eighteen – A Walk Down Memory Lane {Seth’s POV} Written by Carmen E
Chapter Nineteen – Josh {Alexya’s POV} Written by Ellie Cullen <3
Chapter Twenty – Complications {Seth’s POV} Written by Ellie Cullen
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Chapter Twenty One – Cruel World {Alexya’s POV} Written by
Carmen E
Chapter Twenty Two - Dissapearing Slowly {Seth's POV}Written by Carmen E
END OF PART ONE
Chapter One - Worried {Alexya's POV} Written by Ellie Cullen <3
Chapter Two - She's Back {Seth's POV} Written by Ellie Cullen <3
Chapter Three - Confessions [Part One] {Alexya's POV} Written by Carmen EChapter Three - Confessions [Part Two] {Alexya's POV} Written by Carmen E
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Song – Hump de Bump by the Red Hot Chili Peppers
CHAPTER FIVE – PAINT JOB {Alexya's POV}
Since I’ve come to Forks, Seth was the best thing that ever happened to me. That first day, Seth and I talked non-stop. Throughout the days, we became very close that I even shared with him secrets I thought I never thought I’d tell a single soul. I didn’t know why I blurted everything to him, maybe because I felt safe with Seth. He had this thing about him, I don’t know what it was but he looked like a cute little puppy with his huge dark brown pools of eyes despite his enormous size. I trusted him, and it was unusual for me. I found it very strange, normally I’d keep my distance for weeks before I tell anyone anything – but Becca and Seth were the exceptions I guess.
Of course, I told Becca everything that happened the day after my acquaintance with Seth. She was at first skeptic; she wanted to know why he was in the woods and under the rain nonetheless. I hadn’t thought about it before, I just thought that he liked to jog under the rain and in the woods, although Port Angeles was quite far. I shrugged it off, it wasn’t my business. I missed Becca immensely, I loved her to pieces she was practically my twin sister. People often got mixed up between until I dyed my fringe aqua blue.
It’s been three weeks and Seth and I couldn’t be any closer. There was only one thing that I never to him about: December 20th 2004. The day where my life turned upside down…
My phone rang, detaching me from my train of thoughts. I didn’t bother checking who it was because I already knew that it was Seth, he was the only one who knew my phone number apart from Dad and Becca.
‘Hello?’
‘Lex, What are you up to?’ Seth asked from the other line.
‘Well, I’m sitting in my pink’ I spat the word, ‘room trying to figure out what color to paint it.’
‘I see. Need any help?’ his voice was eager.
‘Sure.’ I didn’t mind his company, I actually loved it.
‘Okay, I’ll see you in a few’ and he hung up.
I sighed and stared at the stupid wall, I felt disgusted.
How could Frank do this to me?!
A while later, a knock on the door interrupted my concentration and I ran downstairs. I opened the door and a gust of cold wind blew in sending my hair flying.
Seth picked me up and kissed my cheek.
‘Tiny! I’ve missed you.’
‘Dude, it’s been a day.’ Actually, I missed him too, a lot. I was bored out of my mind. I pinched both his cheeks and pulled on them making them flex.
‘Your cheeks are made of latex!’ I gasped dramatically.
He glared at me. ‘Let go.’
I looked at him from under my thick lashes. ‘No.’ My voice was innocent and overdone.
‘I’ll tickle you.’ He threatened.
I immediately dropped my hands, anything but that. I looked at him horrified, please no my eyes said.
‘Good girl.’ He chuckled while patting my head.
I scowled and stared at Seth’s arms around me. He put me down and closed the door.
As usual, Seth wasn’t wearing a shirt. The reason? God only knew.
‘Weirdo, why don’t you wear a shirt?’
He shrugged. ‘It’s not cold.’
‘Yeah, it’s freezing.’
‘Not for me.’ His tone was nonchalant as he dismissed the subject. I decided to let it go as well.
I took his hand and let him upstairs. This action became very normal between us; I always took his hand when I wanted support or if he was walking too slowly. At first, I found it a bit awkward, but then I got used to it. His hand was always warm compared to my freezing touch.
‘I want a perfect color but I don’t know what to chose.’ I said while we sat on my bed, back in my room.
I groaned and laid my back on the mattress; I was seriously getting a headache from the flashy color.
Seth patted my hand. ‘What about teal, don’t you like that color?’
I loved that color! Why hadn’t I thought of it before?!
‘It’s perfect!’ I sat straight and hugged Seth. ‘Thank you! Thank you!’ I said while kissing him on the cheeks successive times.
He sighed and looked down. ‘It’s okay.’ He paused then lifted his gaze to me. ‘Do you want to go buy the color now? I got my bike.’ He stated proudly.
‘Okay, sure but you better get a shirt.’
He chuckled and took my hand. ‘Let’s go.’
‘Uh, hello I’m wearing my pajamas. Let me change first.’ I pointed at myself while I raised both my eyebrows.
Seth rolled his eyes and smirked. ‘Whatever you wear, you’ll still look like a freak.’
‘Get out.’ I grinned and slammed the door on his face.
After arguing with myself on whether wearing a green sweater or a brown one, I finally got out to finding Seth sitting on the stairs.
‘What took you so long?!’ He patronized as he stood up to take my hand again and race me out the house.
After spending approximately an hour on choosing the right shade of teal and getting Seth a shirt to ruin later, we were back in my room and moving all the furniture out of the way and draping them with ripped garbage black bags. Actually, Seth moved the furniture, I just faked it. Damn that boy was strong.
My walls were so tall that I had to get a ladder for Seth as he took the upper section and I the lower one.
The silence grew, all we could hear was the brushes’ scrape on the wall.
Halfway done, I got annoyed with the stillness between us so I just asked him the first thing that popped in mind.
‘Seth, what’s your favorite band?’ I didn’t look from the spot I painted.
‘Um, Red Hot Chili Peppers.’
‘Really?’ I was truly interested, that band made very meaningful music. I admired them deeply. ‘What’s your favorite song?’ I looked up at him.
He grinned, not meeting my gaze. ‘Hump de Bump.’
I laughed and shook my head. Boys will always be boys.
‘What’s your favorite band?’ Seth questioned, his voice didn’t hide any sign of interest.
‘I’m an 80’s lover; I don’t think that you’ve heard of them.’ I stated matter-of-factly.
‘Try me.’ He challenged.
‘Flock of Seagulls’ I declared.
‘You’re right’ his mouth fell. ‘I don’t know them.’
I giggled. ‘A few people do – the educated ones.’ I teased.
He grinned, untroubled by my joke. ‘Are they good?’
‘They’re awesome!’ I chimed.
And then, there was silence again.
‘Alexya, why did you tint your hair?’ he asked.
‘Adam Lambert fan’ I stated proudly. I mean, should I say more?
‘Adam who?’
I gasped, my head snapped up to look at Seth, ‘You. Don’t. Know. Adam Lambert?’
He simply shook his head. ‘Who’s he?’
‘I’ll tell you who he is. He’s the hottest guy ever who has the most amazing voice.’ I sighed. Dam you Kris, I added mentally.
‘Oh’ was all he said before going back to painting. His eyebrows were pulled in together. He had something on his mind. He took a deep breath and relaxed.
‘Seth, what’s wrong?’
‘Nothing, why?’ his tone was casual, he was hiding something from me. I shook it off; I wasn’t going to make him tell me. If he didn’t want to tell me then it was his choice.
Right then, I smiled evilly. I dipped my brush with the blue paint and turned to my friend.
‘Hey Seth!’ I called.
He looked down at me and I sprinkled him with the wet paint from my brush. It splattered his face. He froze, shocked.
I collapsed on the floor and shook with laughter. His expression was priceless; I wish I had my camera. I couldn’t breathe but I kept on laughing whilst the tears rolled down my red face (as I assumed). I had never laughed this much. I heard Seth descend the ladder.
Crap, I was in trouble. I tried to run for my life but Seth caught my wrist just in time.
‘Where do you think you’re going?’ He pointed the brush at my face.
‘To the toilet’ I lied while I eyed the brush in his hand.
‘Yeah, right, you were there three minutes ago.’ He glared at me.
Think fast, Alexya! Think fast, you can’t get painted!
‘I – I have digestive problems, today.’ I couldn’t believe I just told Seth I was constipated but if that was what it took for me to save my life then so be it.
He narrowed his eyes and let go. Yes! He pointed two fingers at his eyes then to me. ‘I’m watching you.’ He threatened. I suppressed a chuckle and ran for my life.
I locked myself in the bathroom.
I had to think of a good plan to get out of this. I just couldn’t be defeated. I sat on the marble floor and rested my face in my palm as I leant on my elbow.
My eyes locked the window; I was forming a strategy in my head. I can save my life and hide in the back yard until he gave up and leaves.
I scratched that one out immediately because the window was too small and I didn’t want Seth to leave.
That left me with only one choice: fight.
I took a deep breath and stood up. I opened the door and was startled to find Seth standing there, grinning evilly with his brush. I let out a shriek but he had already ruined my shirt and my face dripped in paint. He ran to the half-painted room, his laugh echoing in the entire house.
Oh no, he didn’t. Nobody – and I mean nobody – messes with Alexya Wood. He’s going to get his ass kicked miserably. I clenched my jaw and tightened my grip on my brush. I stomped my way to my room.
‘Seth Clearwater!’ I growled his name.
I found him on the floor, clutching his rib and still laughing. I launched at him.
At the end, we were both painted in blue. I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked hilarious.
‘How am I supposed to go home now? Mom’s gonna’ kill me!’ Seth whined. Paint dripped down his shorts. The man in blue, I laughed silently. He glared at me. ‘It’s your fault I’m blue!’
‘You look good in blue.’ I defended eyeing him with interest.
‘Shut up.’ He chuckled and looked away.
Suddenly, I heard the knob of the front door twisting. Crap! Frank’s here.
Seth and I exchanged looks of shock.
‘Blend in the wall, quickly! He might not see you!’I hissed as I shoved him on the wall and ushered him to close his eyes.
He suppressed a chuckle and did as I told him. What am I going to do? Dad’s gonna’ kill me!
I heard his footsteps as he climbed the wooden stairs. I froze in place, he might not see me. That’s what always happens in cartoons, it just might work in real life if Dad doesn’t notice anything.
Dad passed my room not glancing inside but he clearly said. ‘Hey Seth, hey Al’
And he was gone. I exhaled in relief, but then I heard him stop and back to my room again and this time, he did catch us.
He stood there, incredulous, switching his gaze from Seth to me and vice versa. I am in so much trouble.
‘What did you to the poor boy, Al?’ he exploded in laughter.
I widened my eyes in disbelief. Are you serious? I scowled.
‘He wasn’t talking! I had to do something!’
‘So you decided to dip him in blue?’ he mocked me.
‘Uh – hello, I’m blue too!’
‘Well, you deserved it. Now you go hose yourselves down. I’ll give you pants Seth.’ He chuckled.
That backstabber! I looked at him bewildered.
I sensed Seth wrapping his arm around my shoulders. He was shaking in laughter. The sound that erupted from his lips was loud that I had to elbow him in the ribs. Ow, that was definitely a mistake.
‘Come on. I’ll hose you.’ I took his hand and guided him to the backyard
Surprisingly, the weather was warm.
‘Ladies first’ Seth snickered while he pointed the hose at me. He turned the water on.
‘Cold! Cold!’ I shrieked. I turned around so that I’d get a bit warmer but all I got is dizzy.
After I was blue free, I snatched the hose from Seth’s hand and kicked his buttocks. ‘Monkeys after’
‘Sexy monkeys after’ he corrected.
‘No’ I said while turning the water on. ‘Just monkeys after.’
He pouted. I aimed the gush towards him and he didn’t flinch.
My jaw dropped. ‘Dude, it’s cold!’
‘Uh, not really’ he challenged.
He took off his shirt and threw it on the ground. He turned around and shook his hair while the water splashed. I lifted my eyebrow and pursed my lips. I frowned to myself; Seth is your best friend nothing more! I cautioned myself. You can’t see him like that!
Best friends, nothing more, I repeated to myself.
Dad came out with clothes, interrupting my train of thoughts and snapping me back to reality. I turned the water off and stood in front of the door.
‘Here you go; you can take those until your shorts dry.’ He handed Seth a pair of sweatpants and a normal white shirt.
‘Thanks, Frank’ Seth politely took the clothes and walked to the bathroom.
‘I guess that’s what you guys call fun, huh?’ Frank turned to me.
I rolled my eyes at him and went to the living room.
I turned on the TV and pressed on the AV button. I had a good idea for a movie.
Seth got out after a minute looking uncomfortable. I chuckled and he glared at me. He went to the backyard and hung his wet shorts outside. A second later, he was sitting beside me looking at the CD in my hand.
‘The Karate Kid?’ he questioned, puzzled by my choice.
‘Yeah, it’s one of my favorite movies.’ I grinned; Ralph Macchio was hot in that movie – yummy.
‘Let me guess, the guy’s hot and you love him to pieces.’ He rolled his eyes at me
I smacked his arm laughing. ‘That’s none of your business! Well technically it is, because you’re my best friend but still – dude!’
He chuckled and grabbed the DVD. He popped it in and went back to my side. ‘Please don’t squeal when you see him’ his sarcastic tone was thick.
‘I’ll try.’ I smirked.
At the end of the movie, when Danielson was in his battle against the bad guy with his leg injured, I stood up and did the eagle move in the same time that he did. I heard Seth exploding in laughter. He stood up and mimicked me.
I grinned at him. ‘That should be our secret handshake.’ My eyes glowed.
He quickly nodded and did the move again while he hayyaed.
I sighed; Seth was a blessing from God. I was happy in Forks, everything was just perfect and Leah and I are bonding as well. Life was perfect.
We hope you liked this chapter guys! The next chapter will be also written by me and it will be in Seth's POV. COMMENTS PLEASE! -
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I liked every word of the story ....is very good .... really good
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Thank you Paulina! Glad you liked it!
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Amazing Carmen!
I really liked this chapter! I actually caught myself smiling and laughing as I was reading it=]
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I just loved it please write more soooooooooooooooooooooooooon
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