Bonus Chapter - A Pastel Pinky Promise

### Ai

    The rehearsals kept on coming exactly like the first, seven days a week. The rather large meal we had at our favorite restaurant - which the other girls keep teasing me about by calling it my "date night", which isn't nice because nobody wants to date a girl like me anyway - was our last trip there in nearly two weeks. In fact, that had been the last meal any of us had eaten out at all. Instead, Erika made us each meet with her nutritionist - she has one of those - to get a diet locked in with the dorm cafeteria to plan out all of our meals… and even most of our snacks. It's a little boring - we eat so much rice and fish now that Kohaku claims they're haunting her dreams - but it seems to be working. Our stamina is way up - we're barely even completely exhausted from rehearsal anymore - and I've slept better than I have since before my parents… since I was still basically a little kid. We're even looking a little more like real idols.

    We look good!

    Like real, actual idols.

    All of the others look so pretty…

    And now we reap the benefits of our hard work.

    "I'm a girl of my word! You all worked really hard this week, so you each get a treat." The pink-haired pixie dug into her workout bag before making an excited chirrup and pulling out another, smaller bag. She excitedly walked to each of us, handing off a small, cold carton before moving on to the next. "We're doing so great, everyone gets the best treat!"

    "Thanks, Erika-chan, but, uh, I don't think this is what we had in-"

    "Strawberry milk?!" Tae-Eun cut off Kohaku fairly decisively. Over the past two weeks it's been rather obvious that she's been putting in a great deal of effort to be nice. Well, to try to be nice. She's *tried* very, very hard to be nice…

    Cutting directly past a battle of wills, Mariya solved this conflict with her usual diplomacy and tact. Diplomacy, tact, and a hand over Tae-Eun's mouth. And a second hand after she appeared to bite the first one. Erika looked absolutely terrified, like a child helpless as a mad dog leapt over the neighbor's fence.

    "Erika-chan, thank you so much for this lovely treat. It's really sweet that you wanted to share something you love so much with the rest of us." Mariya's captive finally stopped struggling and turned back into the more-or-less friendly girl we were used to. "Tae just gets cranky when she's hungry. Right, Tae?" She had to nudge her with an elbow to get her to comply.

    "Ow, right… Sorry, Erika. I shouldn't have snapped at you like that. It was a nice gesture."

    "Ai and I were talking about it though, and we wanted to do something special to celebrate everyone's hard work. You know, since we haven't had a chance to do anything as a group yet except rehearsals." The mood had ratcheted itself down to a quiet tension, though our junior still looked as though she were on the verge of tears. "Won't you come to dinner with us? It'll be my treat.“ Remembering the sort of attention it takes to sway Erika, the rest of us asked her as well for good measure.

    "C-Can I sit between you and Ai-chan, Akiyama-sama?" The girl said with a tremble in her voice.

    "Of course you can!" I didn't even have to think about that. Looking that vulnerable and innocent, Erika probably could have asked for anything she wanted and would have gotten it.

    "O-Ok then."

    "Great, you're going to love it. You should like the dessert we're getting afterwards too. They have strawberries, your favorite." The singsong tone with which Kohaku tried to calm and sway Erika was very much like one my mom used to use when she was trying to coerce me or my cousins into eating vegetables we didn't like. I shivered involuntarily at the memory, but I'm pretty sure nobody was paying attention to anyone but Erika. "Come on, you want me to walk you to the dorm? I'll carry your stuff. Everything's going to be just fine."

    "We'll meet you two in the lobby. It's going to be great!" Kohaku, true to her word, gathered up Erika's bag along with her own. As they exited, the small girl looked back and I could swear I saw her wink. I stood there and processed what had just happened while my friends got back into it.

    "Tae! How could you yell at her like that?!"

    "Hey, she deserved it! She thought one week of hard work was worth strawberry milk! Not even boba!"

    "She's just a kid, and she's still the one doing us a favor. You can't just-"

    My laughter was so loud it derailed them from their argument entirely.

    "What's so funny?!" Tae-Eun was not happy that I was laughing at her. Even if I wasn't actually laughing at her.

    "Ai, have you lost it?"

    "Erika's sixteen."

    "Yeah…?"

    "You called her a kid, but she's sixteen and an actor. Don't you see what's happening? She has us right in the palm of her hands, and I'm pretty sure she's loving it."

    Dinner, predictably, was the usual Yakiniku, and since it was a special occasion - if you can call a week of good rehearsals a special occasion - Mariya insisted we get steak. We made an effort to focus on our newest member, but none of us were very successful in getting her to engage in conversation. We all wanted to get to know her better. We'd been spending several hours a day together in rehearsals, plus nearly the entire day on the weekends. We should be actual friends instead of just group mates, or at the very least know a bit more about each other. It isn't entirely unrelated to the group either. Those sorts of questions are things that we may need to know about each other for interviews, and given how Erika is already famous, it seems inevitable that those are the sorts of questions people would eventually ask us.

    *"What's it like working with Erika Horie?"*

*"How did you convince Erika to join your group?"*

*"Your producer said that Miss Horie isn't even your leader. How can that be?"*

*"Erika's been a darling in movies and television since she was just a toddler. Why is she in a group with a bunch of amateur models?"*

    Those sorts of questions…

    "Erika-chan, what do you like to do when you're not training?“ Asked Mariya, giving it another try.

    "Puzzles, mostly." Erika turned around to look out the window of the train, declining to elaborate at all. She didn't come off as dismissive or like we were bothering her, just entirely uninterested in anything we were saying. Despite her being very much not a little kid, she often has the same demeanor as one, acting generally disinterested in anything that doesn't fit into her very narrow field of interests. Of course this may be on purpose, as she still dresses like she's in primary school, and this is coming from someone whom Tae-Eun has told more than once that they dress like they're still in middle school. Tonight's ensemble for Miss Horie was a mid length bubblegum pink skirt, a matching blouse under a plaid, primarily sky blue cardigan, and big, comically oversized puffy white knee socks. Topping it off was a bucket hat in her favorite color covered with images of a smiling cartoon strawberry.

    We know Erika is a high school student, but between her size, attitude, and dress, everyone else around us had to be wondering whose little sister she is. Though if that's the impression people are going to get, at least she's amazingly well behaved… for a twelve year old.

    "What kind of dessert do you think you'll get? Tae says they have practically anything you can think of, and a whole bunch of things that we've probably never heard of before. I think I want something chocolate. I haven't had any in two weeks. Oh, or orange. Or maybe they'll have something that's chocolate *and* orange…"

    "I already had my dessert earlier. Thank you very much though."

    Mariya's face turned sour, unable to understand what those two things had to do with each other.

    "Well then, this can be a bonus dessert."

    The petite girl ignored that and turned back to the window, sitting quietly until our short voyage ended and we walked through the busy, brightly lit street to our second restaurant of the evening.

    Exactly as Tae-Eun had described, the Lunation Bakery was absolutely adorable. Also exactly as she has described, the shelves and display cases were overflowing with pastries and baked goods whose names I couldn't even begin to guess. The sheer number of options available were… overwhelming…

    Even at my best moments, I'm not what most people would call a decisive person. Honestly the fewer decisions I have to make about anything, the happier I am. For the most part it isn't difficult. At meals I tend to order whatever the easiest thing is. I don't eat a lot, so even if it's something I don't particularly like I don't really mind because I won't be eating much of it. My clothes, unlike most of the other girls at the agency, are similarly simple. When you go to a modeling job they usually either provide the clothes or at least tell you what to wear, so the rest of the time there isn't really a problem with wearing either my school uniform, my workout clothes, or like now my favorite comfy pullover and a broken-in pair of jeans. I'm also usually perfectly happy to do whatever my friends decide. Thinking about it, there are very few things that I have such a strong feeling for - good or bad - that I can easily bring myself to make a decision about them. I love animals. All types of animals, so it's easy to do stuff like volunteering at the local shelter or helping rescue stray kittens. I love my friends, so doing things to make them happy is always easy. And I love-

    Interlunium?!

    In the center of one of the long tables stacked high with prepackaged desserts was a poster advertising my favorite idol group. It was one that I knew really well - I already have the exact same poster hanging on the wall in our room, even though they haven't even properly debuted yet - but this one had seven splashes of colorful ink scribbled across it, and was framed behind a sheet of glass.

    It's beautiful.

    Like all the girls on it.

    "Figured you'd like that." I jumped a tiny bit, having been so absorbed into what I was seeing that I had let Tae-Eun sneak right up next to me. "You're going to give it a try, I assume?"

    I didn't have the slightest clue what she was talking about. She took something off the table and handed it to me - a small hexagonal box of brightly colored… cookies, I think. Some of them were a single color - purple, green, and red - while others were a blend of two that I had no idea how they managed without them running together in the middle. All of them were dusted with something shiny and… Do they make glitter you can eat? Drawing my attention away from the beautiful image on display, the table was covered about halfway in stacks of identical packages, each filled with the same seven confections I was holding in my hands, each with a little sticker that says, simply, "Win!" plastered on the top. Tae must think I'm a dummy for taking this long to figure it out.

    "You mean, if I buy these I could win the poster?"

    "Obviously. That is, if you get really lucky. You could also win free food or a drink, but no matter what they give you a little postcard sized photo just for playing. Just think, you could hide it in your textbooks when you're at school so you can see your kamioshi whenever you want."

    I know she's making fun of me, but if there's a chance to win the poster - complete with everyone's autograph - then I would be derelict in my duties as head of their fan club to not try to win it.

    Right?

    Plus, this was an awfully convenient way to make a decision on what sweets to pick out. Tae grabbed another of the packages - insisting that "I'm not trying to win. I just like macarons, ok?" - and took off to browse the rest of the bakery. I grabbed something to drink as well - a bright green melon soda float with a scoop of French vanilla ice cream - and made my purchase. The friendly lady behind the counter slid me a small envelope about the length and width of a volume of manga along with my change. It was plain brown paper - the same type they were using to pack certain pastries and buns - and if Tae hadn't clued me in on what to expect I would have had no idea why I was even receiving it.

   Now that I had my dessert - a literal edible rainbow - I looked for my friends. Not that they were hard to find - the bakery isn't that large - but again, it's easier to follow their lead in these sorts of situations. Erika and Mariya were the easiest to spot. Once we got off the train Erika - true to her juvenile form - had insisted Mariya hold her hand while we walked, and she was still clinging to her as they slowly moved through the bakery. Kohaku, thankfully, had already made her selection of some kind of sticky looking, sugary bun and her own ice cream float and had picked a large, round table for us near the center of the dining area. Taking a seat, we decided to be polite and wait for the others. I don't think they would have minded if we'd started without them, but it seemed the right thing to do since the outing was in celebration of all of us.

    I fidgeted with my package while we waited. I wonder how it works. The plastic is clear except for two small stickers with the price and the already mentioned "Win!", with seven little cups each holding a small paper liner like you usually see on a cupcake. Those, unlike the cookies themselves, seemed to be placed at random, and my package had three that were pink, two that were blue, one in green, and one white, in no discernable order or fashion. I've heard of cakes where people bake in something that's supposed to be good luck when you find it, like a coin or a little toy. Hopefully that's not how they're doing it. I would hate to bite into one of these only to chip a tooth…

    The slow duo were the next to sit at the table, with Erika grabbing the seat next to me with the unspoken implication that Mariya would be next to her. True to her word, while Mariya had a boba tea and an impressively tall slice of chocolate cake - with chocolate icing, a chocolate drizzle, and chocolate shavings on top - Erika had only a can of unsweetened green tea. Pretty much the least unhealthy thing in the entire building, and a very sad dessert.

    "Excuse me. I've got a lot of stuff here. Let me just…" Tae joined us as she does most things - slightly more aggressively than was necessary. She set down a tray with one hand - she had bought so much that it required a tray to carry? - almost directly in front of me and Erika, then gently pushed me aside. I ended up having to scoot my chair to my right quite a few times as she stuck one she had grabbed from another table between us and finally took a seat. "Sorry about that. It looked like there was more room. Oh well." She slid my cookies and envelope over to me. On her tray was an identical pair of items, plus a boba tea, a cake covered with perfect looking strawberries, and an ice cream milkshake topped with an overly generous amount of whipped cream. "Did you get her?"

    I didn't quite understand what she meant by that until she grabbed her own envelope.

    "Your kamioshi."

    "I haven't looked yet… Will you trade me if you get her and I don't?"

    "I dunno, Ai. Junko's pret-ty cute. Maybe I'll keep her for myself." I could feel my cheeks starting to tingle as she teased me. Sure I had only met her once, and I was so in awe of her that I could barely even introduce myself, and there's no way she even remembers me, but even still, Tae knows it's not nice to tease me like that. "Go on, let's open them together for good luck."

    Kohaku thought it would be fun to count us down, so after a countdown from three each of us opened our envelope to see which collectible we had gotten. Sliding out the picture I was met by a beautiful girl with big, bright eyes and a practically perfect smile. But that can describe any of them! And in this case the beautiful girl had bright amber eyes and two of the most adorable green hair buns I'd ever seen, and was in a classy white and yellow dress, wearing matching kerchiefs with her pet hamster. I love Chiyo Watanabe. I love all the girls in Interlunium. And I love Momo, too. But I love Junko more than anyone else in the world, so it was still a little disappointing.

    "Who'd you get, Tae?"

    "Sigh. Who do you think?" The generally purple hue of the photocard made it clear to any lunula worth the name that she had drawn Dam-Bi Han. From a popularity standpoint, most lunulas would be very happy with that. Dam-Bi, in our latest poll among lunulas, was voted as being the most popular member of Interlunium, even more popular than the superstar Eimi Inagawa, who actually came in narrowly at third. Of course, this is only among those who are true fans of Interlunium, and Eimi still has an entire legion of fans who are devoted wholeheartedly to her who have been slow to open their hearts to her latest project. My photocard is actually the fourth most popular by only a single vote, and my absolute favorite member is number two. In Tae's case though, she has numerous photos already of herself with Dam-Bi because they actually know each other, so she probably isn't as impressed as most fans would be.

    "I'll take it if you don't want it. Dam-Bi's my favorite." Tae-Eun looked across the table at Kohaku like she was considering it, taking a long sip of her tea.

    "Nah. I'm gonna make her sign it. It'll embarrass her like crazy. Erika, here." Half the contents of the tray were deposited squarely in front of the girl to Tae's left. "It's all strawberry. Sorry I was a jerk earlier."

    "Erika. Chan. Please. And I told you I've already had my dessert."

    "Sorry. Erika. Chan. Don't be rude to your elders. Eat up."

    Erika drew her arms across her chest and pouted an obviously rehearsed pout. It was the first time I'd ever seen someone upset over being told to eat extra dessert. Tae-Eun stared her down the same way she often does with Mariya, only in this case she was actually successful. The younger girl relented and plucked a strawberry out of the shortcake and took the tiniest nibble. Despite the nominal loss, I almost wondered if this is what Erika had wanted, since all of our attention was once again back on her.

    "Erika-chan, who's your favorite member of Interlunium? I really like Eimi, but I think they're all really talented." As usual, Kohaku was the first to jump in when Erika seemed upset. She's definitely under the girl's spell.

    "Eimi Inagawa…"

    "Isn't she great? I really like how-"

    "Is the worst! I hate her!"

    This was the loudest I think we'd ever heard Erika, and only the second time I'd seen her say anything with any real sense of emotion. Not since the chocolate milk incident…

    "Why don't you have some of your milkshake, Erika-chan? You're looking warm." Mariya scrambled. "Or some of my boba."

    "Do you like Dam-Bi better? Here, have her photocard. Forget about Eimi."

    "Y-Yeah. Or Chiyo. Do you like Chiyo? Look how cute she is! You like cute things, right?" I held out my photocard, hoping that something we did would at least quiet down the upset girl. She took it and looked at it intently.

    "Did you know that Chiyo-chan has special permission to keep Momo in her room? Wouldn't that be neat? She can pet and cuddle her whenever she wants…" Just like that, Erika's tantrum turned into an air of casual curiosity. "Thank you, Ai-chan. I'm sorry I got carried away. I'll be good now." She took another bite of the strawberry she'd been waving this entire time then took a tiny sip of her milkshake and seemed, for the moment, generally content to stare at the photo of the girl and her hamster.

    We all breathed a sigh of relief at that, and were finally able to dive into our own desserts. Opening the package I was faced with the decision of which macaron to eat first. All of them, like the girls they were representing, were beautiful, and a few had an extra flourish that was making it hard to want to eat any of them. A yellow macaron with two little balls of green icing on it was obviously meant to represent the girl on my photocard. A pretty violet one for Tae's friend. A grass green cookie dusted with matcha powder, a lovely reddish pink one along with a second yellow, each half dipped in pink icing, and a deep navy blue cookie drizzled with what I'm pretty sure is white chocolate. The only easy decision was which one to eat last - the beautifully swirled blue and pink piece that twinkled with tiny pieces of glittery sugar. If I could even bring myself to eat it at all…

    "Maybe you should have gotten a less pretty dessert?" My roommate teased me. She's good at that, but unlike some of the other girls I know that when she does it it's usually because she's trying to help me stop overthinking things, and because she's often right. Her cake wasn't nearly as beautifully decorated, and she was having no problem whatsoever eating it.

    "The purple one is strawberry and… blackberry? Black currant? Something like that. It's good."

    "Gee, Tae. I could have predicted you'd try that one first even without mystic powers."

    "It-It doesn't mean anything! I just picked the closest one. That's it!"

    "You know, I really love your complexion. It makes it so easy to tell when you're lying." When Mariya teases others though, it's not always for nearly as nice a reason. However, she does have a point. Tae-Eun does have a beautifully pale complexion, and it means that it's really easy to tell when she's lying, or embarrassed, or angry, or probably other things that I haven't seen.

    "Fine! She's my friend, ok? Of course Bibi's my favorite. But that's it, so stop fishing. Talk about horrible ideas…"

    While Mariya and Kohaku continued to poke and prod at Tae, and Erika continued happily being attached to her straw, I finally moved beyond my float and took a bite of one of the macarons. Yes, I followed Tae's lead and had the purple one, but to be fair I do like berries and she did say that it was good. Which it was. I quickly sampled another - the next around the edge going clockwise, which seemed as good a way to proceed as any - which was the lemony yellow cookie with pink frosting.

    As I bit into the third cookie - the blue, honey-flavored one covered with white chocolate drizzle - they must've gotten bored of teasing Tae and turned their attention back to me.

    "Did you win yet, Ai?" Asked my roommate.

    "Of course she hasn't. If she did, the whole restaurant would know."

    Tae leaned to her right to investigate for herself. "Yeah, nothing so far. Maybe it'll be under her lucky one? That'd be just about perfect."

    I swear I'm normally much swifter than this, and how dumb I was feeling had to be plainly written across my posture, but I still had no idea how this sort of thing works. Even though it seems to be clear as day for the rest of the girls, I could probably count on my fingers the number of times I'd eaten store-bought sweets like this before I moved to Tokyo, and those had mostly been shared with my family. In fact even now I don't have a particularly big sweet tooth - though Mariya has gotten me hooked on melon soda every now and then - but it can take me weeks to eat even a small package of candy. So tonight's celebration - yakiniku and dessert - is already too much to handle anyway, even before adding in confusing contest rules I don't understand.

    "It's in the little liner. When you take out the macaron, if there's a little token under it, you win a prize. That's why Erika got a milkshake. I won it a few days ago when I came here with Bibi and I'm not a fan."

    "I thought it was supposed to be an apology for being so mean, Song-sama?"

    "It is. Out of everyone, I chose you to have it."

    "Oh. Then thank you, and I accept your apology. It's really- wait, why were you here when we're on a diet?"

    "Shh. Don't worry about it. Here, eat Eimi."

    Tae handed off one of her macarons to the now highly suspicious girl, who looked quite unhappy as she broke it in half, and then satisfied when she took a small, exaggerated chomp out of it.

    "None of you can tell Koko we ate this kind of stuff if she asks. She'd be really mad. You all have to promise."

    "Ok. But who's Koko?" Mariya's head was doing the funny tilt thing. Finally I had a chance to not be the clueless one, though it wasn't exactly a hidden bit of knowledge. Koko Horie is a world renowned fashion model, philanthropist, and clothing designer. She's also Erika's mom, and apparently famous enough that even she calls her by her modeling name. There was zero chance that Kohaku and Tae didn't know exactly who Erika was talking about, but Mariya is a different sort of smart.

    "That's Erika-chan's mom. She's kind of famous.'

    "She doesn't like being called that."

    "Why? She's super famous. Everyone knows who Koko is. She's on, like, a fifty foot billboard downtown advertising perfume." Kohaku spread her arms wide in emphasis.

    "Not that. 'Mama.'" The young girl looked just a hint sadder than her usual mask of indifference was used to showing. "She says it makes her feel old…"

    "Damn. And I thought my relationship with my parents was complicated…" Even Tae-Eun was visibly moved by Erika's story. That's how sad it was!

    "So, you all need to Pastel Pinky Promise! It's that serious! It needs to stay a secret!"

    It seemed like a lot of hyperbole for what amounted to a single milkshake and a cookie, but we all wanted to avoid another scene. Each of us placed a hand next to hers near the middle of the table and made a "pinky promise" to never tell on her. It didn't work especially well - at least from a physical standpoint, as there doesn't really seem to be a good way to intertwine the pinky fingers of five separate people into anything other than an awkward knot - but she seemed satisfied, returning to contentedly sipping on her milkshake.

    My fourth cookie was, like the first three, delicious, but not a winner. Neither was the fifth, and I was down to only two chances left - the green matcha-dusted one and the glittering macaron in the center of the package. I held my breath as I picked up the green cookie, only to find that the pastry cup held nothing but loose matcha powder.

    "Any luck?" Asked Kohaku, who had finished her honey bun and was now watching the rest of us eat.

    "Not yet, no…"

    "How about you, Tae?"

    "Just another milkshake. Thank you Ms. Kanon." She didn't seem disappointed or excited to win her prize, stating it as just another fact before sliding the cardboard token over to Erika, who ignored it until she thought nobody was looking and slid it into her pocket. Maybe free food doesn't have calories?

    "Here, you can have the last one. It's not worth saving, and I bet it'll be your favorite."

    "A-Are you sure?"

    "Yeah. I'm already feeling full. I think Erika's crazy diet is actually working. It's like a sweetness overload."

    "Told you." Gloated the pixie.

    "Shush. Help me finish the shortcake. You're too skinny."

    Erika looked offended until she eyed the remaining half of the strawberry cake, deciding that if she had already come this far she may as well enjoy as much of her favorite foods as she could. My hand shook as I lifted the seventh cookie from its spot in the center of the package. It was likely my last chance. What would be the odds that Tae-Eun's package would have more than one prize in it? Sure, I could buy more - I could probably afford one more pack - but there were at least a hundred packages still on the display when we got here, and I'd probably need to buy every one of them to win, and it would take ages to save up that much extra spending money. Surely someone else would snatch it up in the meantime…

    "How's Junko?"

    "She tastes like roses…" I nibbled the treat slowly, but probably not for the reason the other girls thought. Growing up, my mom's favorite candy was "beauty candy", and it was my dad's favorite sweet to surprise her with when he could squirrel away some extra money. The texture was entirely different, but the flavor reminds me of when my mom used to share the rice candy with me. It would be beyond cliche to say that this particular macaron, at least to me, tasted like "love", but the flavor does *remind me* of love, even more than Junko normally does.

    "What are you doing?" I looked over to Mariya who was herself looking quizzically at Kohaku between us.

    "I'm casting a good luck spell for Ai." She waved her hands over my hand-me-down package strangely.

    "Maybe it'll be another milkshake." Erika added, hopefully.

    Of course there was no way something like that would work. You can't just change how things are by wanting them hard enough. If you could, then my life would be very different. I'd probably be at home in Hokkaido with my girlfriend Junko, having dinner with my entire family, telling them the story of how we met and fell in love.

    Still, it was sweet of her to try…

    As I opened the package, everyone staring at me made me very nervous. I picked up the final sweet with shaking fingers, and couldn't bear to look. "D-Did I win?", I asked, my voice squeaking through the excitement. There was a long pause before Mariya broke the news.

    "I'm sorry, Ai. It would have looked great on our wall."

    Crestfallen, I took a small bite of the rose-scented macaron, only for it to fracture into pieces and drop a large piece down my chin and into a cozy little nook in my sweatshirt. Grabbing it before it could roll its way to the floor, I was confused to see that the piece was neither blue nor pink, but a peach-colored disc bearing the image of a hamster in a tiny tutu.

    "Wh-What does that mean?"

    All of my friends started at the disc wordlessly before Mariya spoke up.

    "It means Kohaku's spell actually worked…"

    "I-I won?" Even though it was obvious, my mind couldn't accept it. I'm not sure if I believe in magic or fate like Kohaku, but if I were to believe that the universe had a plan for me then surely this must be what you would consider a sign. Maybe my future will be happier than my past…

    "I won!"

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