16. Chapter 16
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All the lights around him turned off all of a sudden and the total house got sunk in pool of darkness the very next moment….Abhijeet's body jerked badly in scare and he jumped up from the floor ….
He, all of a sudden, felt that his breaths had gone quite high...he was feeling suffocated as he felt cloud of darkness had encircled him and choking his breaths...beads of sweat appeared on his forehead and he felt that his heart was jumping in his ribcage...
His heart had been already in captivity of the extreme fear which was an inseparable part of his life since that night...he was feeling just disgusting at that moment...he was having a feeling of deja vu...he felt that...that night, the worst night of his life had again returned...that night was repeating...he knew the series of incidents very well...he even knew the consequence of the events too...
He felt that he was not present in his room anymore...but he was present in that attic again, in Surya's imprisonment...now a bulb would lit up right above his head and then those men would come to him...to torture him...to pour acid on him...
He was feeling that his legs were now unable to carry his body weight anymore...his legs were becoming liquid like jelly and he collapsed on the floor with a thud...he felt that from far distance some heavy footsteps were coming...coming towards him...
His body got shrunk in extreme fear and some painful whispers came out from his mouth as...
Abhijeet: nahin...nahin...chod do...mujhe...mujhe chodo...
He tried to move backwards but till then his body had gone out of his control...he felt a huge weight was suppressing his heart under it...and his body...his own body had become heavy like hell...being angry, he banged his hand on the floor and shouted in pain...
Abhijeet: kaha na door raho...pareshan mat karo mujhe...(throwing his palms in air as if to push back somebody)...phir aa gaye?...door raho...
He began to throw his hands in air and kicking his legs in air repeatedly as if he was trying to resist the attack if an invisible army who had come to torture him...again... still shouting...
Abhijeet: nahin jaao yahan se...maine kaha jaao yahan se...kya kar rahe ho...jaao main kehta hoon...jaao...(in anger)...jaao tumlog...sab jaao...jaate ho ya nahin?...jaao...
He now felt that all of his energy was now draining out of his body, leaving him exhausted...an extreme fatigue covered his body and mind as he laid down on floor, still trying his best to fight against that invisible enemy group...his sighs were quite high and his full body had already sank in the pool of sweat...
Now he surrendered as he felt that now it was impossible for him to continue the fight...he felt that now those brutes would again attack him and would again pour acid on him...not only on his face but on other parts of his body also...he closed his eyes in fatigue, shame and helplessness while two drop of tears rolled down from the corner of his eyes...
He was lying at the corner of the room, feeling his life ebbing away; he feels he was soaring above in the sky. He wanted to see someone but could not remember his face...a light feeling was occupying his mind and body slowly...reminding him that now he was free...free from his each and every pain...free from all the disgrace...free from the WORLD...
He could hear a soft ringing tune from a bit far from him...he knew that it was his mobile which was ringing...someone had rung him...but he did not feel any urge to response...he just took a deep breath...
After some moments the door of the room got opened...Abhijeet just smiled as he knew that no torture could give pain to him anymore...he was now just waiting for his last moment to come...but...but what was that?...whose voice was it?...who was calling him like this?...a very...a very much well known voice it was...but who was the owner of the voice?...the voice was full of love, care and concern...he could recognize it but still could not...who was it calling him as...
Voice: Abhi...Abhi kya hua tumhe?...boss utho na yaar?...kya hua tumhe?...isliye maine kaha tha ki main nahin jata...utho na yaar Abhi...boss please...please yaar boss...ek baar aankhe kholo na...
He felt a warm grip around himself which hid him in his chest with a heart breaking scream as...
Voice: Abhi!...
This call worked as a jerk in Abhijeet's brain...next moment, as of with a flash, a name came in his brain as DAYA...with remembering the name he felt all of his memories, which he had collected in his brain since this twenty one years was coming back to him again slowly and he was being pulled downwards, towards his senses...he could now recognize the voice very easily...it was Daya's voice...his Daya...his brother...his buddy...his EVERYTHING...he tried to respond but he felt that his body still...still had not come under his control...
He felt that Daya picked him up and made him lay on any surface which was very soft...he was feeling comfortable...what could be it?...what term was used to describe it?...he put pressure on his brain and could remember that term as "bed"...but he could not think much about it as Daya's voice again entered his ears as...
Daya: ek minute Abhi...tum laite raho main abhi Apurv ko call karke aata hoon...theek hain?...
Apurv?...who the hell was it?...but he could not let Daya to leave...he could easily remember what had happened with him sometimes ago...he forced his hand to move...Daya's voice was going far but the words could be heard easily as...
Daya: chinta mat karo Abhi...abhi theek ho jaoge tum...main Apurv ko call karke aata hoon...abhi aaya main...
Abhijeet applied more force and this time...and yes this time he could move his hand...he forwarded his hand and grabbed Daya's hand in a tight grip as if he was grabbing the last support of his world...
Daya's face lit up in pleasure as Abhijeet grabbed his hand...he immediately sat beside him and put hand on his forehead...Abhijeet, after a bit struggle, opened his eyes, looked towards him and frowned the very next moment as 9f he was trying to remember who he was...Daya shivered badly in fear as he knew the meaning of Abhijeet's this gaze very well...it was the same gaze which was always present in Abhijeet's eyes whenever he had opened his eyes for the first time after suffering a memory loss attack...he kept starring towards Abhijeet's confused face...
He felt his small organ of fist size fighting to jump out from its orbit cutting all its arteries and veins...his muscles in leg had frozen as If he was living in minus degree temperature...he felt his sweat pores had increased in diameter that they were flowing like water falls...his throat had no sufficient moisture...it was sore...his lungs were demanding more oxygen as it was completely filled with carbon di oxide as if he had forgotten to breath...his pbreatwas capturing the view around him but could not send the pictures to the brain for storage...Many thoughts were going through his mind but seemed they got out through the other way out, not getting storage space as brain was very busy with analysing what this man was upto...a silent prayer came out from his heart with a faint whisper from his mouth as...
Daya: Abhi!...
On the other hand Abhijeet opened his eyes and discovered a middle aged handsome man was standing near his bed...the lights of his room and the house was on again...he knew that face very well but still...still he could not recognize him...where had he seen him?...where?...
Daya again called him but now as if with his last remaining power...
Daya: Abhi!...
Being hear the call, with a flash, a name returned to his brain...flash containing an image of his dearly younger brother, his buddy, his Daya...a faint whisper came out from his mouth as...
Abhijeet: Daya!...
That " Daya " brought back Daya's pounding heart to normal beats. His lungs thanked him for giving it enough oxygen...his muscles relaxed...sweating pores closed its wide doorway...brain activated...giving access to the thoughts and view to enter through its nerves...Tears found its way breaking the barrier...a smile curving his lips...which got fainted with the next word of Abhijeet as...
Abhijeet: tu...tum Daya ho na?...
Daya again managed to smile and said in soft tone while supporting Abhijeet to sit up as he had already started struggling to sit up...
Daya: haan main hi hoon Daya...tumhara Daya...aur tum mere Abhi...
Abhijeet nodded, still looking confused about the surroundings...Daya noticed it but now stood up, ignoring it with...
Daya: tum yahan baitho...main Apurv ko call karke aata hoon...theek hain?...
Abhijeet(in confused tone): Apurv?...woh kaun hain?...
Daya(in shocked tone); Abhi yaar...Apurv...humara dost...doctor...yaad karo...kya hua tumhe?...
Abhijeet(in same tone): pata nahin yaar...aisa lag raha hain jaise maine aaj subah teen char bottle sharab pee liya hain...aur abhi tak nasha nahin utra...matlab hangover jaisa feeling hain...sab kuch dhundla dhundla sa lag raha hain beech beech mein...yeh Apurv...kaun hain?...(after thinking for sometime)...arey haan Apurv...humara dost...(looking towards Daya)...doctor haina yeh?...
Daya nodded and left to make a call to Apurv as now he was feeling that Abhijeet badly needed a check up...here Abhijeet remained sitting on the bed, grabbing his head in his hands, trying to remember something...when Daya entered and said...
Daya: Abhi...Apurv aa raha hain...tumhare check up ke liye...
Abhijeet(in confused tone): check up?...(remembering something)...woh haan check up...par kyun?...main to theek hoon na ab?...
Daya nodded disappointedly as he had gone fed up already due to Abhijeet's bad habit of ignoring his sufferings...and to much of his sorrow, nowadays it had become Abhijeet's regular habits of ignoring his health and somewhere...his feelings too...
Apurv had arrived within half an hour of receiving the call in hurry as nowadays he, along with Daya, had become much alert about Abhijeet's health and more accurately...about his reactions...he entered Abhijeet's room with a concerned...
Apurv: kya hua hain Abhijeet?...tum theek to ho?...
Abhijeet looked up towards him with a jerk and after some moments, frowned...this time too he could recognize the person standing in front of him but still could not remember his name at all...he knew him but...but who was he?...
Seeing his confused face, Daya said in soft tone while patting his back to relax him as he could already see that Abhijeet has started to sweat badly...
Daya: Abhi...teh Apurv hain yaar...daro mat...yaad hain maine kaha tha?...humara dost...doctor dost?...
Abhijeet(now seemed to be relieved): ohho!...Apurv!...(with a relaxed smile):...haan yaad aaya...
Apurv(with a smile): accha ab chalo lait jaao...check up karna hain tumhara...dekhna hain kyun aisa ho raha hain?...
Abhijeet(in confusion): check up?...
Apurv(with love): haan Abhijeet check up...chalo lait jaao ab...
Abhijeet, with a confused gaze, took a glance of Daya who assured him with eyes...being assured, he laid back on his bed while Daya left the room after getting signal from Apurv who had now got busy with checking Abhijeet...
Daya was standing in the balcony, with his gaze fixed towards any indefinite point...he could not understand what had happened with Abhijeet suddenly...he had thought that Abhijeet was not afraid of darkness but he was just spell bound seeing Abhijeet's condition in darkness...and he could not understand how the main switch of their house had turned off...
He came out from his trance feeling a soft touch on his shoulder...he turned backwards with a jerk and discovered Apurv was standing behind him, looking towards him with concerned gaze...he wiped his face to relax himself and asked...
Daya: Apurv woh Abhi?...
Apurv: so gaya hain Abhijeet...maine use sedatives de diya hain...
Daya(in curious yet anxious tone): kya...kya hua tha Abhi ko?...woh hume pehchaan kyun nahin raha tha?...aur...aur tumne dekha na woh kaise choti choti aam baatein bhi bhool raha tha?...kya ho gaya hain yaar use?...(in fear)...ka...kahin phir se uski yaaddash to...
Apurv(cut him): nahin Daya...aisa kuch bhi nahin hain relax...actually woh kisi baat pe bohot hi zyada dar gaya...isi baat pe uski dimag aur dil bohot ho zyada affected hua hain...maine tumhe warn kiya tha yaad hain na ki use ab memory lapses, confusion, lack of concentration wagera bohot sari complications hoti hain...yeh memory lapse aur confusion ska ek thodi si jhalak tha...
Daya sighed out painfully...Apurv put his hand on his shoulder and asked in soft tone...
Apurv: kya...kya hua tha aaj shaam ko Daya?...Abhijeet ko itna massive panic attack lyun aaya?...tum the na iske saath?...
Daya nodded in no with a soft and guilty...
Daya: kal shaam ko main aur Abhi mall gaye the...wahan logon ki baatein sunke Abhijeet ko bohot sadma pahucha...panic attack bhi aanewala tha ki main use auto mein ghar le aaya kyun ki woh gadi mein nahin aana chahta tha...to aaj shaam main gadi lene mall gaya tha...lauta to dekha pura ghar par andhera tha aur ghar ki main switch bandh tha...to maine...
His words were cut by a sudden ringing of mobile...he took it out and frowned with...
Daya: yeh kiska number hain?...
He accepted the call and attached the mobile with his ear with a hesitating...
Daya: hello...
The answer came after a few seconds in a rude, coarse yet smirking tone...
Voice: kaisa laga aaj ka surprise...(stressing)...senior inspector Daya?...
Daya(in alert tone): aye...kaun ho tum haan?...aur...aur kaunsi surprise ki baat jar rahe ho tum?...
Voice(with a teasing laugh): Daya...main to tumhare ghar ki ass pass hi rehta hoon...pehchaan sakte ho to pehchaan lo...
Daya: tum kehna kya chahte ho?...saaf saaf bolo...
Voice(with fake concern): Daya...tumhe to main samajhdar samajhta tha...par tum bhi to bewakoof nikle...(with rash)...samajh nahin rahe ho Daya ki achanak tumlogo ki ghar ki electric main switch off kaise ho gaya?...(with smirk)...waise Abhijeet ki halat kaisi hain ab?...zinda hain bhi ya...
Daya(in angry tone): iska matlab yeh sab tumlogo ki karnama hain?...
Voice(with smirk): ab aaya utt pahar ki neeche...waise Daya...yeh na sirf trailor tha...agar do din...sirf do din ki andar tum dono is society se na nikle na to tum soch bhi nahin sakte ki hum kya kar sakte hain...(in a sudden cruelty)...itna...itna zyada tadpayenge hum tumhare us dost ko ki woh khud hi apni jaan lene pe majboor ho jayega...aur tab uske zimmedar tum honge Daya...sirf tum...mind it...
The line got cut leaving a spell bound Daya behind it...Apurv touched his shoulder and asked with concern...
Apurv: kya hua Daya?...kiska phone tha?...aur tum itna pareshan kyun ho?...
Daya(still in shock): pata nahin...
Apurv was going to jerk his friend from his shoulder but just then Daya's mobile, which was still in his hand, rang again...Apurv took the mobile and saw ACP sir's name was flashing in the screen...he took a glance of Daya, who was standing like a stone statue, and accepted the call with...
Apurv: hello...good evening ACP sir...
ACP sir(in disappointed tone as he had not expected Apurv to receive the call): Good evening Apurv...Daya hain kya ass pass?...
Apurv(with a hesitating tone): hmmmmmmm...doon kya use phone?...
ACP sir(in excited tone): haan do do...mujhe usse ek bohot zaroori baat batani hain...(after a second's pause)...accha t phone speaker pe dalo...tum bhi suno...
Apurv did as he was instructed while touching Daya's shoulder with a whispering...
Apurv: Daya...ACP sir ka call hain...
Daya came out from his trance hearing his father figure's name and managed to utter with applying his total strength...
Daya: hello sir...
ACP sir(in excited tone): pata hain Daya...aaj subah Abhijeet ne mujhe WhatsApp pe message kiya hain...haan Daya...sach mein...mujhe to ab bhi yakeen nahin ho raha hain Daya...Abhijeet mujhe...
He stopped suddenly feeling the uncanny silence coming from the opposite side of the call...he controlled his breaths and managed to ask...
ACP sir: kya hua Daya?...tum itna chup kyun ho?...
Still no response came from Daya who was trying his best to control his emotions...ACP sir now said in extra soft and loving tone...
ACP sir: Daya!...
Daya now burst in tears...he tightly grabbed the mobile as of he was grabbing his father's hand and continued crying...neither Apurv nor ACP sir stopped him as they now feel that he too...yes he too needed enough time and a proper person to expel out all of the pain and agony he was storing in his heart since long...when Daya stopped sobbing, ACP sir said in soft tone...
ACP sir: ab theek ho?...
Daya only nodded while wiping away his tears as he knew that though his father had not seen the nod, he had certainly felt it...it was ACP sir who was started the conversation again as...
ACP sir: kya hua hain Daya?...itna pareshan kyun ho?...
Daya remained silent for sometimes, then took a deep breath and narrated all the happenings since evening...ACP sir heard everything silently while some tear drops rolled down his cheeks but his hand was grabbing the backrest of a chair tightly...after Daya finished, he remained silent for long...lastly he said in a FIRM tone...
ACP sir: tum dono ko woh society chodna hoga Daya...main ek ghar ka arrangement karta hoon...tum dono jitna jaldi ho sake wahan shift ho jana...air woh ghar bhi philhal bandh hi kar do...
Daya was just shell shocked hearing that...ACP sir...ACP sir decided to quit?...was he the same ACP sir who taught them never to accept defeat in any situation...he stammered...
Daya: y...yeh kya ke...keh rahe hain aap sir?...hu...hum is ha...halat se bh...bhag jaye?...par kyun sir?...agar hum yahan se chale gaye to yeh to humare haar hoga na?...hum to sahi haina sir?...to hum kyun haar manenge?...(in determined tone)...nahin sir...chahe jo bhi ho hum yahin rahenge...(after a bit pause)...aur unlogo ke aankhon ke saamne hi khush bhi rahenge...dekh lena sir aap...
ACP sir(in calm tone): khush rehne ke liye zinda rehna zaroori hota hain Daya aur yeh baat shayad tum bhi mante ho?...aaj to tum sahi waqt pe aa gaye par kya humesha aa paoge?...
Daya shivered as he REALLY did not know what to say...he felt lack of words...ACP sir continued as...
ACP sir: nahin Daya...tum shayad roz sahi waqt pe aa nahin paoge...aur yeh unlogo ke liye ek bohot bada mauka hain Abhijeet ko tadpane ka...Daya main samajhta hoon ki Abhijeet tumhara bhai hain aur tumhare liye woh ab bhi woh hi Abhijeet hain...utna hi sundar, utna hi accha aur utna hi pyara...par beta...is duniya ko kabhi bhi tumhare bhavnao ka kadar nahin hoga...aur na hi woh log yeh samjhenge ki jism ki khoobsurati chake jane se kabhi bhi insan ki dil ki acchai ya mann ki khoobsurati jata nahin...to woh to Abhijeet ko phir se takleef pahuchane ki koshish karenge hi na?...aur beta...tum samajhte ho na uski dard ko...bar bar agar woh hi situation mein phans hata to use to woh hadsa bar bar yaad aayega hi na...to phir woh kaise us hadse se bahar niklega tum hi batao...
Daya did not say anything...just a few tear drops rolled down his cheeks...he knew his father was right bit still...still he was unable to take any decision...ACP sir sensed his mental conflict and again said in soft tone...
ACP sir: accha ek baat batao...tumhe Abhijeet ko phir se senior inspector Abhijeet ke roop mein dekhna hain ya nahin?...uska woh...(he chuckled)...angry young man wala avatar ko wapas dekhna haina tumhe?...
Daya only nodded...ACP sir, though could not see it, but felt it and continued...
ACP sir: to beta...yeh jung jeetne ke liye tumhe yeh chunauti to haarna hi hoga...pata haina tumhe ki kabhi kabhi peeche hatna bhi jung jeetne ka ek hissa hota hain?...aaj tum dono ki peeche hatne ki bari...par dekhna...ek din woh log peeche hatenge...aur hum log aage jayenge...jung jeetenge...zaroor jeetenge...dekh lena tum...
Apurv touched Daya's shoulder and pressed it lightly with...
Apurv: haan Daya...hum yeh round zaroor haar rahe hain...par match hum hi jeetenge...zaroor jeetenge...
Daya did not answer...he just remained standing silently with his eyes fixed towards the sky while his back rested on a pillar of the balcony...his eyes were overflowing with tears...
Four Days Later...
Daya and Abhijeet came to hall...while examining the house….the house...in which they were living since many years…...all the great memories were in the house...happiness, laugh, tears grief...all were trapped somewhere...inside the house...they had to leave this house...perhaps now forever...but this was the cycle of life...one day we had to go away... then why not today...they moved out of the house…...closing the door..
Abhijeet: socha nahi tha kabhi iss ghar ko chodke jana padega..
Daya: haan...Abhi...nahin socha tha...ki is tarah se jana padega...is ghar ko chod ke…..
Abhijeet and Daya both look at the name plate..."Senior Inspector Abhijeet and Senior inspector Daya" they touched the name plate…...as it would be removed...soon...perhaps...never to be put back again...
Now there would be no Abhijeet and Daya…...but someone else would live there...they took a heavy sigh...
DARD MEIN...
DARD MEIN...
DARD MEIN...
NIKLE DILON SE...
DUA...DUA...
Apurv came there with...
Apurv: Daya...Abhijeet...chale...der ho rahi hai...
Abhijeet and Daya nodes with a low "haan"...
And they walked towards the cab...
Apurv sat in front seat...Daya opened the door of the cab...and sat...closing the door... he lowered the window...and for last time looked at the house….. whereas Abhijeet was standing...grabbing the open door...not getting inside the cab...he was just staring at duo house...for last time…...like he was capturing the house in his pair of eyes...forever...ever...
Now Daya came out and pressed his shoulder lightly...Abhijeet looked towards him...Daya tightened his grip on his shoulder as je could see an extreme pain in his eyes...Abhijeet closed his eyes, trying to control his emotions while the touch of Daya was giving him an extreme sooth...
MARHAME...
MARHAME...
MARHAME...
RAKH DE DILON PE...
DUA...
DUA...
DUA...
Abhijeet silently got into the car and next moment a sharp comment, loud enough to be audible from all the house surrounding, entered their ear as...
Voice: aaj chain ki neend to aayegi kam se kam...absagun jo chala gaya maholle se...
NIRAASHA DALE...
KHILE JO KYAARI MEIN...
DIL KI ZAMEEN KI...
DUA...
DIAASHA POORI KARE...
JO BHI ZINDAGI MEIN KAMI THI...
DUA...
Abhijeet bit his lips and arranged the male scarf, which had covered the scars of his face well, properly...the driver started the cab and they started their journey towards a new address...where a new chapter of their life would began...this was the stream of life...being united and being parted from our beloved persons and our dearly things were the main theme of life...the unitation or the partition never left any effect in the continuous stream of life...the life continued even if our most costly relation got lost too...it never depended on anything or anybody...even the most exteme grief too got faded one day...the grief which seemed to be intolerable for us today but one such day would come when it would not even be remembered in the business of daily life...THIS was Life...
Abhijeet took a glance of Daya who was starring outside the window while a drop of tear was sparkling in the corner of his eyes...Abhijeet suddenly felt bad for him...was not he the reason for which Daya was bound to leave his favourite residence?...his "Aashiyana"?...was not he the cause of Daya's grief?...was not he responsible for all the mess happening in Daya's life?...
He was feeling so much angry with himself...he, all of a sudden, banged his hand loudly on the window of the cab...Daya, startled with the sound, turned towards him and discovered his angry red eyes and his high sighs...he, within a moment, realized his mental condition and immediately pulled him in a tight hug...feeling his shoulder getting wet and while wetting Abhijeet's shoulder with his painful tears...
ANDHERE TARSE...
KHUDA KE GHAR SE...UJAALE NA KYUN BARSE...GUZAARE KAISE...
SAZA KE JAISE...DIN NAMO KE...
LAGE ARSE...SAB SAJDE DE...
SAJDE DE...DUA KARO...
DUA KARO...
DUA KARO...
AWAAZ DO.....
The cab started and sped off towards south...
Abhijeet was walking through the street, with a shopping basket in hand and male scarf tied over his face...it was a week since they had shifted to this new place...they had rented a small house in a calm and quiet middle class society and they had settled there well...
The inhabitants of the society still did not know about the truth of Abhijeet as DUO did not get well connected with them...Daya had joined bureau due to Abhijeet's insistence four days ago...ACP sir too allowed him to come only in the condition that he would leave for home in the very afternoon before it got dark as he knew very well that DARKNESS was a primary source from which Abhijeet got panicked easily...being alone in darkness was one of the greatest fear he suffered nowadays...
Abhijeet could see his neighbours too were on the way of market with shopping basket in their hands...the young men and young lads were passing formal smiles to him which he was returning...the old men were turning away their faces...Abhijeet sighed as it had become usual for him to tolerate all the ignorance, insult and hatred from people...he was passing from the side of a group of middle aged and old men who were discussing something very excitedly yet in whispering tone...he could here some comments while passing from beside them...
Man 1: pata nahin yeh apna chehra humesha dhak ke kyun rakhta hain?...
Man 2: haan...pata nahin kaunsi khoobsurati hain iska jo logo ki nazar padne pe kharab ho jayega...
Man 3: chahe jo bhi wajah ho...itna ghamand bhi theek nahin hain...hum uske padosiyan hi to hain...humse thodi kuch chupana chahiye?...
Man 4: pata nahi log kuch kehte kyun nahin hain...itna lukachupi kis baat ki?...
Man 5: nahin...hum society ki chairman se kahenge ki woh koi step le...aur bhaiyon...pata haina jahan lukachupi wahin gadbad aur shaq...
Abhijeet sighed...his eyes had filled with tears already but he ignored them and continued walking...he walked until he heard a huge noise behind him...he turned backwards and what he saw made him just spell bound...
END OF THE CHAPTER...
To kya dekha Abhijeet ne?...kya hoga iska anjaam?...kya natejaa hoga iska?...Abhijeet ki halat mein behtari aayega ye air kharab hoga?...Surya ka agla kadam kya hoga?...janne ke liye stay tuned....
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