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CHAPTER ELEVEN
everyone hates New Jersey
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DIANA'S NERVES HAD a hard time being settled as her pace kept her heartbeat in a rush and her eyes wandering, scoping out everyone around her and Natasha. They were on their way to the Apple Store so Diana could get access to a laptop and run the decryption. She and Nat, who was there for Diana's protection already looked slightly suspicious with their hoodies up the way they were.

"First rule of going on the run is, don't run, walk," Natasha spoke quietly and calmly, looping her arm through Diana's as they continued their pace.

"If I ran, you'd see blood running down my leg," Diana muttered, she was already pushing it when she decided to slide down the hallway in the Triskelion.

They passed the fountain where in the not-so-distant distance, the Mac store revealed itself.

"We're approaching the location," Diana spoke into the comm. If Steve had joined the two, it would've been obvious, but now, he was lurking in the large parking lot of the mall, keeping an eye out for STRIKE and their oppressive bosses.

"Make it quick guys, I look creepy out here," Steve's response in Diana's ear made her crack a smile as the two women walked into the store and found a secluded MacBook.

"The drive has a Level Six homing program, so as soon as we boot up, SHIELD will know exactly where we are," Natasha warned Diana as she got the drive ready.

"Ugh, that means we only have nine minutes," Diana groaned as she took a deep breath, plugged the drive in, and got to work.

Diana's fingers flew across the keyboard, faster than her own eyes as she tried getting into the drive. The problem in the drive immediately arose. Diana couldn't get in. She let out a huff as she tried other methods but still no dice.

"What's going on?" Nat asked, making Diana shake her head.

"Fury was right about that ship, somebody's trying to hide something." Diana admitted, "This drive is protected by some sort of AI, it keeps rewriting itself to counter my commands."

"Then do an override," Natasha responded as she continued to keep an eye out, "clocks ticking."

"Not helping Romanoff," Diana tried another override and slammed her fist on the table, "fuck it, I'm putting a tracer on, we're taking a trip."

She pulled up a tracing program she designed and let it do its job, hopefully giving them the location where the drive was made.

"Can I help you guys with anything?" The voice of a stranger made Diana stand up straight. Her eyes grew wide as she blanked but Natasha jumped into undercover mode.

"Oh, no." Natasha pulled Diana's hand into hers, holding it over Natasha's chest, "My fiancée was just helping me with some honeymoon destinations."

"Right!" It didn't take much for Diana to catch on as she lit up into a smile, "We're getting married!"

"Congratulations! Gay Rights!" The employee smiled, shaking his hands a bit in a small celebration, "Where do you guys think about going?" Diana looked at the monitor and saw that her tracer had almost finished its job, the signal traced to somewhere in New Jersey.

"New Jersey." She read aloud, a smile finding its way back to her face.

"Oh." Diana went back to trying to triangulate where the drive from, letting Natasha deal with the employee,

"My sister is a lesbian," he spoke out loud.

"You must be proud," Diana muttered without thinking, she was almost there, and she was grateful for the program doing most of her work.

"Yeah, she's great," the conversation went slightly awkward after the silence and the worker began to step away, "...if you guys need anything, I've been Aaron."

"Thank you." Natasha spoke sweetly before turning to the screen again, "they're definitely in the building now you have to hurry up."

"Shh, relax, I wanna check the prices for honeymoon suites, babe," Diana tapped enter on her command and smirked at the location, "Got it."

Diana couldn't help the look of confusion on her face. She knows that place, at least she knows who came out of that place.

"You know it?" Natasha asked, clearly seeing Diana's expression.

"No, but I know who does." She pulled the drive out of the computer and grabbed Natasha's hand, "Let's go."

They rushed out of the store at the quicker pace of someone who has someone else holding a door open for them. They were on the second floor, and their exit is across the mall from the first. They were edging towards the escalator when Diana recognized a couple of the STRIKE members.

"I really don't want to fight them," Diana muttered as she reached into her pocket, gripping tight on a pebble she managed to keep.

"Shut up and put your arm around me, laugh at something I said," Natasha commanded.

Diana didn't hesitate, she was slightly taller than Nat so over the shoulder wouldn't work, she looped her arm around Nat's waist and leaned into the woman's side, giggling like Natasha said the funniest thing in the world.

The agents paid them no mind and they managed to get to the escalator with no problem, Diana was keeping an eye out on the people on the floor when Natasha spun around and caught Diana's attention.

"Kiss me," Natasha demanded in a low voice. Diana looked down at the escalator to see Rumlow about to come up, making panic set into her nerves before she looked back at Nat.

"Can I touch your butt too?" Diana asked, making Natasha smirk.

"You're ridiculous."

"You betcha," Diana replied, grabbing her friend by the face and pulling her in for a kiss.

It was slow, and the passion Natasha put in it was definitely for show. Diana didn't feel anything from it, the question about her attraction to Nat was answered, and the scent of Rumlow's familiar cologne passed with no violence other than to Diana's nose.

Natasha could sense it too and pulled away, turning around and walking down the escalator the rest of the way.

"Do you still like me?" Natasha asked.

"Not in that way anymore, no," Diana winced, "Sorry."

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"WHERE DID CAPTAIN America learn how to steal a car?" Natasha's voice spoke up from the passenger seat. Diana was in the back, watching the trees fly by through her window.

"Nazi Germany," Steve replied, once again, baffling Diana.

"Mm." Natasha seemed satisfied with the answer.

Diana, however, wanted to ask more about the time but she wasn't sure if it was appropriate, Steve was always telling her new things almost every day.

"And we're borrowing." Steve's voice turned stern, "Take your feet off the dash."

Natasha did as asked and then turned her head to look at Diana, showing that she had something to say to the woman.

"Alright, I have a question for you, oh, which you do not have to answer." Natasha rambled on, "I feel like if you don't answer it though, you're kind of answering it, you know?"

"What?" Diana asked, not sure where the question was even going.

"Was that your first kiss?" Natasha spit out.

There was a pause of silence. Steve didn't say anything because he was genuinely curious too now.

"I-I don't know how y-you would get to that conclusion I mean if it was that bad you could've just said that," Diana stuttered out since she was on the spot.

"I didn't say that." Natasha cracked a smile at Diana's flustering. She's right, but it was heavily implied.

"Well, it kind of sounds like that's what you're saying," Diana responded, trying her best to flip it back on Natasha.

"No, I didn't." Natasha shrugged, "I just wondered how much practice you've had."

"Who practices kissing, Nat?" Diana asked incredulously.

"Everybody needs practice." Natasha shrugged once's more.

"I bet Steve hasn't practiced since nineteen forty-five," Diana crossed her arms over her chest, not liking the heat that's being directed on her

"I've kissed people since nineteen forty-five." Steve sent a glare Diana's way after she successfully flipped the kissing questions onto him, "I'm ninety-five, I'm not dead."

"Nobody special, though?" Natasha asked. Diana used the backseat to calm her nerves from the high stakes at the mall.

She was surprised that two girls kissing so openly didn't bring Rumlow's attention to them. Diana figured that Rumlow was silently homophobic and didn't want to see it or say anything about it because he was looking for them and bringing attention to himself wouldn't have helped that mission of his. Being a part of HYDRA would fit that narrative considering the organization's past.

"Believe it or not, it's kind of hard to find someone with shared life experience." Steve pointed out, which was true, the only ones with his life experience are either old or dead, poor Steve.

"Well, that's alright, you just make something up." Natasha shrugged off her words as if lying about her whole life was easy.

"What, like you?" Steve suggested, Diana furrowed her eyebrows.

"Steve!" She exclaimed, how dare he suggest something like that.

"I don't know." Natasha shook her head, she began to look out the window, "The truth is a matter of circumstances, it's not all things to all people all the time." She alternated her attention between Diana and Steve, "And neither am I."

"That's a tough way to live." Diana frowned. Natasha looked back at Diana who had a look of concern on her face.

There was something unreadable in Natasha's face. Diana couldn't decipher it and Natasha wasn't going to give her the time to do it. The redhead in the front seat moved her head to face the road, blocking Diana's analyzing eyes from assessing her.

"It's a good way not to die, though," Natasha spoke softly.

Diana leaned back in her seat, digesting Natasha's words as they continued to drive. Diana's brows furrowed, confused as to what Natasha's true story was. That was a thing with them. Diana was never asked about Tom and Celeste Renfrey, and she never asked Natasha about her past, it was unspoken, so to get the coded message that she was running from something in her past still was hanging over Diana's head.

"You know, it's kind of hard to trust someone when you don't know who that someone really is." Steve pointed out, Diana couldn't help agreeing with him now.

She began to realize that the trust for Natasha she had was more so desperation to hold onto what she thinks is a friend that she's made.

"Yeah." Natasha's tone was still soft with her words, "Who do you guys want me to be?"

"How about a friend?" Steve's words made Natasha chuckle.

"Well, there's a chance you might be in the wrong business, Rogers."

Diana frowned, she guessed that meant the desperation she held onto was for nothing. She dwelled on those thoughts as the truck pulled up to an abandoned military base where the signal led them to.

The three got out of the truck and approached the fence. She could tell that the government didn't care enough about the place; an old sign hung on the gate that marked the border of the property lines.

CAMP LEHIGH: BIRTHPLACE OF CAPTAIN AMERICA.

"This is it." Steve thought out loud, assessing the buildings being the gate.

"The file came from these coordinates," Natasha spoke up as she assessed the data on her phone. Diana had sent it to Natasha's phone so they didn't have to go off of Steve and Diana's memories.

They walked in, looking around at the old building, there was a flag pole, but no flag proudly waving through the air. No signs of life, so sign that anyone made a digital file here.

"So did I." Steve muttered through the quiet night, if they weren't so secluded, Diana wouldn't have heard him, "This camp is where I was trained."

"Changed much?" Natasha asked. Her question made Diana look to Steve for an answer, though he seemed lost in the past.

"A little." Steve was staring off in the distance, Diana could definitely see that he was reminiscing about something so she stepped over, taking his forearm that didn't hold his shield in her hand.

Pulling his attention to the present, he looked down to lock eyes with her.

"Are you okay?" She asked, looking around, "I wasn't even here in its prime so it gives me the creeps but the memories you've made here."

Steve shook his head and patted her shoulder.

"I'm okay, I promise." He responded in a tone that matched hers.

"This is a dead end." Natasha spoke up, "Zero heat signature, zero waves, not even radio. Whoever wrote the file must have used a router to throw people off."- Steve looked up from Diana and she watched his face drop, Natasha noticed it too- "What is it?"

Steve began to walk to a door that seemed to be built into a mound of dirt, a bunker of some sort maybe, but Diana would never know since she was never interested in the military. She quickly followed after Steve with Natasha at her side. He turned his head back to talk to them.

"Army regulations forbid storing ammunition within five hundred yards of the barracks." He spoke, taking another look at the building, "This building is in the wrong place."

They approached the door and Steve opened the lock with his shield. They entered inside, Diana looked to the side and found a switch. The room illuminated, casting light on the dust-coated furniture that should be an office, on the back wall was the SHIELD logo, though it seemed to call itself the SSR.

"This is SHIELD." Natasha voiced out their findings. Diana stepped forward, looking through the desks, looking for anything with more modern technology to it. She found nothing of the sort.

"Maybe where it started," Steve replied, he looked at Diana, the expression on his face asked if she found anything, she could only shake her head.

The trio entered a room where they found old framed portraits of people who were long to be memories, Diana instantly recognized Peggy and Tony's father, Howard. The third man, who clearly looked to be a high-ranking officer in the military, though she couldn't remember his name.

"There's Stark's father." Natasha pointed out, Steve nodded.

"Howard." Steve's voice hinted at the slight pain of missing the man on the wall. Diana wondered how many times she was going to forget that this man has lived two lives at this point.

"Who's the girl?" When Steve didn't answer the question, Diana furrowed her eyebrows. If Steve didn't want Nat to know, she wouldn't say anything, but the woman found it off. Steve had walked off, stopping down the hallway to stand in front of an empty bookcase.

There was something odd about the way the cobwebs dangled off of it as if the air was being pushed out of the back of the bookcase.

"If you're already working in a secret office..." Steve cut himself off as he used all his energy to push the bookcase to the side, it revealed an elevator behind it, making it obvious they had a secret door, "Why do you need to hide the elevator?"

They stepped forward and Diana frowned at the keypad that no one knew the code to. That frown was quickly wiped away after Natasha's phone scanned it and revealed the passcode. Diana's jaw dropped, she needed to get that program on her phone.

The three got into the elevator, there was only one button, Diana pushed it. She watched as the door closed behind them and let out a puff of air.

"It could at least play music, if it's going to take forever to go down," Diana spoke up, making both Natasha and Steve shoot her a glare.

The elevator opened to reveal rows upon rows of old computers that stood taller than even Steve. The ancient technology made Diana shudder. This probably wouldn't even run Google chrome. They walked down the path to the row of monitors, the dust was uneven, meaning someone was there before, and it was somewhat recent.

"This can't be the data-point, this technology is ancient." Natasha ate her words as Diana took a seat in the chair. There was a key port sticking out like a sore thumb.

The redhead shoved the drive into the port and Diana jumped as the computers came to life.

"Initiate system?" The computer sounded out.

Diana didn't think to type out yes, slamming the enter button when she did.

"Shall we play a game?" Natasha joked, making Diana snort and look at Steve.

"It's from a movie that-"

"Yeah, I saw it." Steve interrupted, seemingly not amused.

"Rogers, Steven. Born, nineteen-eighteen. Romanoff, Natalia Alianovna. Born, nineteen-eighty-four," the computer began speaking, Diana jumped back, knocking the seat on the floor. She squinted at the top screen, the face of a man covered in green lines from the outdated monitor showed, "Renfrey, Diana, born nineteen-ninety."

"It's some kind of a recording."

"I am not a recording, Fräulein." The computer argued, "I may not be the man I was when the Captain took me, prisoner, in nineteen-forty-five, but I am." The computer screen shows an old photo of a scientist.

"Do you know this thing?" Natasha asked Steve. This prompted Diana to look at the man, hoping to actually get an answer this time.

"Arnim Zola was a German scientist who worked for the Red Skull." Steve explained, "He's been dead for years."

"First correction, I am Swiss." The robot's voice was so matter of fact, she wondered who could make him into such an advanced AI, "Second, look around you. I have never been more alive. In nineteen seventy-two, I received a terminal diagnosis. Science could not save my body, my mind, however, that was worth saving on two hundred thousand feet of data banks. You are standing in my brain."

"That seems a bit invasive, don't you think?" Diana frowned as she felt icky, "I feel even grosser now."

"How did you get here?" Steve asked, redirecting the conversation back to the main point.

"Invited!" Zola chirped, making Diana frown.

"It was Operation Paperclip," Natasha explained to Steve and Diana, "after World War II, SHIELD recruited German scientists with strategic value."

"They thought I could help their cause." Zola added, "I also helped my own."

Something twisted in Diana's gut as she looked around. If this was the case, it meant that she was working for HYDRA this whole time. She was working for Nazis this whole time.

"HYDRA died with the Red Skull," Steve argued, he was in denial.

"Cut off one head, two more shall take its place."

Diana only watched everything that unfolded in front of her in sheer horror. This was one of the few times where she was truly stunned in silence.

"Prove it." Steve's stubborn voice didn't want to accept the obvious.

"Accessing archive." Zolas voice turned automated, Diana drew close to Natasha, wanting to hold the woman's hand for support, Natasha seemed to know that because she didn't hesitate to grab Diana's hand, "HYDRA was founded on the belief that humanity could not be trusted with its own freedom. What we did not realize, was that if you try to take that freedom, they resist. The war taught us much. Humanity needed to surrender its freedom willingly. After the war, SHIELD was founded and I was recruited. The new HYDRA grew. A beautiful parasite inside SHIELD. For seventy years HYDRA has been secretly feeding crisis, reaping war. And when history did not cooperate, history was changed."

As Zola went on Diana watched the screens go through photos and faint videos of events through the years, a small clip of a shiny arm with a red star on the side, the Winter Soldier. Her heart dropped at the sight. Whoever this man was, he had to be like Steve in some way to be able to do so much over such a long period of time.

"That's impossible." Natasha squeezed Diana's hand, "SHIELD would have stopped you."

"Accidents will happen." Zola somehow sounded smug as the screen showed them that HYDRA had killed Howard and Maria Stark and made it look like a car accident along with the recent death of Fury, "HYDRA created a world so chaotic that humanity is finally ready to sacrifice its freedom to gain its security. Once the purification process is complete, HYDRA's new world order will arise. We won, Captain. Your death amounts to the same as your Life; a zero sum." - in anger Steve suddenly smashed the computer screen, but Zola just popped up on another- "As I was saying..."

"What's on this drive?" Steve demanded.

"Project Insight requires insight." Zola answered freely, it made Diana uneasy, why would he tell them so much knowing that they weren't a part of HYDRA? "So I wrote an algorithm."

"What kind of algorithm?" Natasha asked, "What does it do?"

"The answer to your question is fascinating." Zola was eager to answer once again, "Unfortunately, you shall be too dead to hear it."

Dianas' heart dropped similarly to how she dropped Natasha's hand, she spun around to see that the doors started to close, Steve tried to stop it by throwing his shield in between it but he was too late. Diana drew closer to him after he caught his shield, they were trapped now.

"Guys, we got a bogey." Natasha announced, "Short-range ballistic. Thirty seconds tops."

Diana was ready to freak out, they had nowhere to go now. She looked around for an exit sign somewhere, maybe even another elevator that'll bring further down in the earth where the missile won't demolish them.

"Who fired it?" Steve asked as if that was relevant.

"S.H.I.E.L.D."

" I am afraid I have been stalling, Captain." Zola mocked, Diana pointed to the hole in the ground, a spot for them to hide in, "Admit it, it's better this way. We're both of us...out of time."

The three ran for the metal grate and Steve threw the metal door aside and just as the rumbling of the explosion set in. Before Diana could process what was going on, she and Natasha were under Steve's shield with him.

Memories of The Room flooded her mind, she reached into her pocket and pulled out a pebble, making it into a shield like Steve's, he grabbed it as well, making more room. The darkness consumed Diana's vision, her breath was filled with dust and hot air, which further made her brain go fuzzy as tears flowed freely, her heart rate faster than it had ever been. Diana shedded her jacket but it wasn't enough, it began to feel like the rubble was scraping down her arms and before she knew it, Diana fell unconscious.

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SAM WILSON'S BATHROOM didn't have much in the way of a dry shower, but then again, neither did Diana's. She was sat on the lid of the toilet, quietly dabbing away at her bloody arms. The rubble of the bunker scratched her pretty bad when the middle hit, or so she thought.

Diana pulled a sliver of a finger nail out of her marred flesh and finally looked at her hands, under each nail except her right ring finger where some of the nails broke off was blood and skin.

"Did you do that to yourself?" Steve's voice didn't even faze Diana anymore.

"I- I guess I did," Diana frowned as she swiped the blood out from under her nails, or what was left of them, "I think it was the rapidly enclosing space."

"Didn't know you were claustrophobic," Steve was leaning against the wall, "does it have to do with that closet you mentioned when you talked about Tom and Celeste?"

Diana looked down at her arms, she didn't want to talk about them right now.

"I've been working for Nazis this whole fucking time," she muttered, "I told myself I'd never work for the government because they're corrupt and then I went to a fucking Nazi organization."

"Hey," Steve's voice turned stern as he stepped over and squatted to make himself eye level with her, "you didn't work for HYDRA, you worked for SHIELD and a robot can't change that."

Diana's frown was unmoving but she leaned forward, pulling Steve into a hug. Burying her face in his neck.

"The second we find the person calling the shots, I'm punching them in the throat," Diana mumbled, making Steve chuckle as he hugged back.

"I'm gonna go check on Nat, finish up on cleaning your arms, I don't want them getting infected," Steve advised as he pulled away.

Diana nodded and watched him leave the room to go to Nat who was sitting on the spare bed. Diana tuned out their conversation, it was private to just them, and she respected that.

She winced a couple of times as she wiped away the blood to reveal the shallow cuts. She grabbed a pebble on the counter and turned it into a large padded gauze and pressed down on the scratches. Diana grabbed another pebble and turned that into a wrap. After she wrapped up her arm, she did the same for the other. She grabbed the extra washcloth Sam gave her and wet it down, she went to washing her face off and wiping the dirt out of her red hair.

Diana stepped out of the bathroom when she finished where she and Natasha made eye contact and gave each other a nod.

"Well, you seem pretty chipper for someone who just found out they died for nothing." Natasha directed her attention back to Steve, they seemed to have a heart-to-heart similar to what Steve and Diana had.

"Well, I guess I just like to know who I'm fighting." Steve smiled as he leaned back in his chair, Diana just noticed the blood and dirt on his white sleeveless shirt, she was sure that the blood was hers since Steve told her on the way to sams that he had to carry her for a while before they stole another car to get out of Jersey.

"I made breakfast." Sams presence was announced with his words as he peeked into the room, "If you guys...eat that sort of thing."

The trio looked at each other before shrugging. After all, they went through, the thought of food made Diana's stomach grumble. She couldn't remember when she last ate anymore.

The three left the room and headed to the dining area that connected to Sam's kitchen. Diana could only feel like she was intruding, she only ever had maybe two conversations with this guy and they weren't anything beyond polite talk.

"So, the question is: who in SHIELD could launch a domestic missile strike?" Natasha asked as she leaned against the table that Diana sat at, a plate of eggs before her with thanks sent to Sam.

Steve's face visibly showed him piecing information together.

"Pierce." He answered.

"Who happens to be sitting on top of the most secure building in the world." Natasha made Diana frown with the truth.

Her brain was too fried from everything to try and help them with coming up with a plan, so she continued to eat while they thought out loud.

"But he's not working alone," Steve pondered, "Zola's algorithm was on the Lemurian Star."

"So was Jasper Sitwell."

It was so easy for them. Diana wondered if she could maybe get to that level soon or else she wouldn't even be useful to the Cap Squad.

"So, the real question is: how do the three most wanted people in Washington kidnap a SHIELD officer in broad daylight?" Diana asked, making her friends look at her as she proceeded to shove a piece of toast in her mouth.

"The answer is," Sam approached, "you don't. " He dropped a file in front of Steve and Diana, leaving Steve to open it and inspect.

"What's this?" Diana asked, looking up at Sam who seemed proud of himself.

"Call it a resume." Natasha picked up a photo from the pile and analyzed it.

Diana wiped her hands off and grabbed a photo herself. He was in the sky, a pair of metal wings expanded from either side of his back. A jetpack with wings. Her jaw dropped, she never even thought to try and make something like that herself.

"Is this Bakhmala?" Natasha asked, "The Khalid Khandil mission, that was you." -Natasha looked at Steve- "You didn't say he was a pararescue." Steve looked at the photo Natasha held out prompting Diana to stand up and look over Steve's shoulder.

In the photo stood Sam and a colleague with who he seemed close from the context of the photo.

"Is this Riley?" Steve asked. Diana never heard of the name before but she assumed he was Sam's partner for missions.

"Yeah." Sam seemed solemn about that.

"I heard they couldn't bring in the choppers because of the RPGs." Natasha recalled, "What did you use, a stealth chute?"

"No. These." Same handed Steve the file, Steve opens it and reads it. While Steve read that, Diana handed Natasha the photo she was looking at earlier, Natasha's brows lifted in surprise at the sight.

"I thought you said you were a pilot." Steve almost chuckled.

"I never said pilot." Sam's smile was proud, probably because it was impressing Steve.

"I can't ask you to do this, Sam." Steve shut the file, "You got out for a good reason."

"Dude, Captain America needs my help." Sam crossed his arms, "There's no better reason to get back in."

"Where can we get our hands on one of these things?" Steve asked.

"The last one is at Fort Meade, behind three guarded gates and a twelve-inch steel wall," Sam answered, leaving Diana and Steve to look at Natasha who shrugged her shoulders, clearly it'd be no problem for them.

If Diana was going to be honest, she had no idea where Fort Meade was, but she didn't feel obliged to share that information.

"Shouldn't be a problem." Steve three down the file on the table and Diana could finally clearly read the name of the file's project name: Falcon.

Diana pointed at that and looked up at Sam.

"Can we call you the Falcon?" She asked, "that sounds cool as hell."

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friendly reminder that Bucky is in the next chapter and that I too am not ready for this. I've been preparing their meet cute so well that it actually getting done is so,,, mind blowing for me. Diana deserves that best and I can't wait to give it to her after all these years!

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