The Doctor, Willow, Rose and Mickey find themselves upon a ship that somehow leads into 18th Century France. More specifically, the timeline of one Madame De Pompadour.

***

In the 51st century, the TARDIS materialised upon a spaceship floating in the darkness of space, seemingly abandoned. The doors opened, whereupon the TARDIS crew hopped out with an ecstatic Mickey. "It's a spaceship. Brilliant! I got a spaceship on my first go."

"It looks kind of abandoned. Anyone on board?" Rose wondered, observing the equipment and technical junk left lying around.

"Nah, nothing here. Well, nothing dangerous. Well, not that dangerous." The Doctor hesitated, slightly concerned. "You know what, I'll just have a quick scan... in case there's anything dangerous."

He wandered over to a work station, playing with the equipment. "So, what's the date? How far have we gone?" asked Willow who wore a flower-patterned black linen dress.

"About three thousand years into your future, give or take." He pulled a switch, lighting up the room and open the roof to reveal the depth of space. "Fifty-first century. Diagmar Cluster, you're a long way from home, Mickey. Two and a half galaxies."

Mickey found himself drawn to a nearby window, looking out into space. His girlfriend approached him from behind, placing her hands on his shoulders. "Mickey Smith, meet the universe. See anything you like?"

"It's so realistic!" Mickey cried in amazement.

Rose chuckled, grinning at her cousin. Willow too smiled. "I'm pretty sure it would be, Mickey."

"Dear me, had some cowboys in here. Got a ton of repair work going on." He fondled with the equipment for a moment as the others joined him. "Now that's odd. Look at that. All the warp engines are going. Full capacity. There's enough power running through this ship to punch a hole in the universe, but we're not moving. So where's all that power going?"

"Where'd all the crew go?" Rose added.

"Good question." The Doctor quickly checked the computer, finding nothing. "No life readings on board." 

"Except us, of course," said Willow.

Rose spoke with a sarcastic tone. "Well, we're in deep space. They didn't just nip out for a quick fag."

"No, I've checked all the smoking pods." He stopped, sniffing the air. "Can you smell that?"

Soon they all noticed the strange whiff. "Yeah, someone's cooking."

"Sunday roast, definitely." Mickey guessed before the Doctor used the computer console to open a door behind them, revealing another room.

They all turned, curiously gazing inside. There on the far wall was an ornate fireplace with an ormolu clock on the mantlepiece and a blazing fire in its pit below. It appeared too antique for a spaceship in the 51st Century though. "Well, there's something you don't see in your average spaceship." The Doctor mentioned, wandering through, followed by the group. "Eighteenth-century. French. Nice mantle. Not a hologram. It's not even a reproduction. This actually is an eighteenth-century French fireplace. Double-sided. There's another room through there."

Rose found a small porthole on the side, looking through to see the back of the ship. "There can't be. That's the outer hull of the ship. Look."

Willow knelt by the fire, looking through and meeting the eyes of a confused little girl. Startled by her sudden appearance, Willow mumbled in surprise. "Oh, hello."

Upon her words being heard by the others, they too gazed through the fireplace to see a blonde girl with blue eyes staring back. "Hello." She instinctively said.

Since it appeared that Willow was leading the conversation, she spoke some more. "What's your name?"

"Reinette." She smiled.

"Reinette, that's a lovely name." Willow complimented.

"Hello there." The Doctor joined in, crouching by the fire. "Can you tell us where you are at the moment, Reinette?"

Reinette seemed slightly astounded by his question. "In my bedroom?"

"And where's your bedroom? Where do you live, Reinette?" He interrogated, wanting to know where she was talking from.

She had obviously thought the strange man in her fireplace was slightly dimwitted, giggling under her breath. "Paris, of course."

"Paris, right!" He nodded, pretending to be stupid for asking that.

"Paris?" Willow muttered under her breath, remembering how she had always wanted to go to the magical city. Why she hadn't asked the Doctor to take her there shocked her. All that time and she could have simply asked him if they could go.

"Monsieur and Madame, what are you doing in my fireplace?" She wondered.

"Oh, it's a..." Willow eyed the Doctor, attempting to find a good excuse.

He understood her puzzlement before spinning his head back towards Reinette. "It's just a routine fire check. Can you tell me what year it is?"

The young girl happily obliged. "Of course I can. Seventeen hundred and twenty-seven."

"Right, lovely. One of my favourites. August is rubbish though. Stay indoors." The sentence confused the girl as he rambled on. 

"Well, I think we should go. Everything seems fine here, don't worry. Thanks for your help and I hope you enjoy the rest of the fire. Goodnight." She told her, pulling the Doctor away for answers. 

"Goodnight Madame." The child replied, expressing her farewell.

Once the two straightened up, they met with the confused faces of Rose and Mickey. "You said this was the fifty-first century."

"I also said this ship was generating enough power to punch a hole in the universe." He reminded. "I think we just found the hole. Must be a spatio-temporal hyperlink."

"What's that?"

"No idea. Just made it up. Didn't want to say magic door." He stated as Willow quietly stepped away to investigate the fireplace.

"And on the other side of the "magic door" is France in 1727?" Rose questioned.

"Well, she was speaking French. Right period French, too." The Doctor informed as Willow noticed on the edge of the ornate fireplace was a small switch.

"She was speaking English, I heard her." Mickey argued.

Rose latched onto Mickey's arm. "That's the TARDIS. Translates for you."

"Even French?"

Upon impulse, Willow flicked the switch which suddenly made the fireplace move. It rotated like a theme park attraction with Willow still on board. "Willow!" Rose yelled as the Doctor tried to squeeze on board to no avail. 

Soon enough, her friends were gone from sight and she was now in the room of the little girl she saw through the fireplace but was now asleep in her bed. A faint ticking could be heard in the room as Willow quietly stepped down from the fireplace, unsure what to do since she was now trapped in another time. She gazed through the fireplace for a moment. "Doctor!" She whispered loudly but was given no reply.

Hoping not to wake Reinette, she quietly crept over to the window and brushed away the veil to reveal Paris in all its beauty. She shed a small smile as she gazed across the picturesque landscape. Snow descended from the sky, falling upon the cathedral of Notre Dame in the distance. "I'm here, Pete," Willow muttered, taking a pause. "I'm here."

A horse neighed outside which startled both Willow and the now awoken Reinette. Reinette's small gasp, upon the realisation that someone was in her room, made both girls fear the worse. "It's ok. Sorry, it's just me. The fireplace lady." The small girl sat up, glaring at the young woman as she wandered over to the candle and using a match to light it up again. "We were talking just a moment ago. I was in your fireplace with that other man."

"Madame, that was weeks ago. That was months." She insisted.

"Oh, I don't..." She backed up, strolling over to the fireplace. "Time must run faster here than on the other side."

"Who are you? And what are you doing here?" Reinette questioned, fearful.

"I'm nobody. I shouldn't even be here. I came here by accident but don't worry I can find my way-" Unexpectedly, her eyes shot up to the broken clock on the mantelpiece which, in turn, presented Willow with her own realisation. "Ok, that's scary."

She squinted at the clock for a second, wondering what Willow was meant. "You're scared of a broken clock?"

"Yeah, just a bit." Willow turned her head, searching the room. "I don't want to alarm you but since this clock's broken, why can I hear ticking?" Once they both took notice of the loud sound, Reinette froze on her bed while Willow began thinking about what she could do without the Doctor. "That doesn't sound like a clock, more like something... mechanical. Could be a walking grandfather clock... or something around that size."

"What is it?"

"Ok, quick thinking." She waltzed over to a window, looking behind a curtain. "If you were a thing that ticked and you were hiding in someone's bedroom, you'd smash the clock so they don't hear two clocks ticking. No one notices the sound of one clock ticking because it's in the background but if you hear two then..."

Willow's eyes glanced down at her bed, remembering all those childish fears of there being a monster under your bed. What if there actually was?

"Right, Reinette." She stumbled over to her bedside again, kneeling. "I want you to stay in the middle of the bed. Don't put your hands or feet over the edge, alright?"

The frightened little girl nodded in hesitancy as Willow grabbed a large candlestick, ready to poke something underneath. She lifted the veil, the ticking noise growing louder and louder. With slight anxiety, Willow slyly put the stick under the bed hoping to touch something. It only took a few seconds for something to knock it out of her hands and push her backwards. She let out a small gasp before looking back under the bed. Instead of seeing the ticking creature underneath, she observed a pair of feet on the other side of the bed. For a moment, she wished the Doctor was with her to help, but she was on her own.

Then, as a chill went down her spine, she peered up at the figure who now stood only a few inches away from Reinette. "Reinette, don't look round." Her eyes widened, afraid of what the creature was as Willow stood up to confront it. "You, stay exactly where you are."

The creature resembled an 18th Century French aristocrat with a grey-black wig and an old mask with a creepy smile painted onto its face. "What have you been doing?" She interrogated, to no reply. "I demand you tell what you've been doing to this little girl under the protocol of the... Shadow Proclamation." Yet, it merely stared through her like a window. "Why have you crossed over from another century to this one? What interest do you have in Reinette?"

"I don't understand. It wants me?" She spoke before turning towards the clockwork man. "You want me?

It twisted its head to face the little girl, replying to her. "Not yet. You are incomplete."

"Incomplete? What's that supposed to mean, incomplete?" Willow asked but the clockwork man continued to stare at Reinette. "You can answer her, you can answer me. What do you mean, incomplete?"

Abruptly, the droid walked away from the bed approaching Willow as she hastily backed away. It suddenly forced a blade out of its arm, almost cutting into her. "Madame, be careful!"

"Just a nightmare, Reinette, don't worry about it. Everyone has nightmares." She mentioned, hoping this was one herself. The clockwork man then started to use his blade to slash her but Willow had managed to dodge it and lead it towards the fireplace. "Even monsters from under the bed have nightmares, don't you, monster?"

The droid later trapped his blade in the wood of the fireplace, unable to release it. "What do monsters have nightmares about?" The young Reinette asked.

Willow had managed to retrace the latch, activating the mechanism once more. "Me!" She nervously joked as the fireplace rotated, allowing her to rejoin her friends. 

"Willow!" Rose yelled, delighted. 

However, the Doctor soon noticed her distress and the thing she brought with her from the other side. He sprung into action, grabbing a futuristic fire extinguisher from the wall as Willow ran towards her cousin to embrace her for comfort. The Doctor fired its contents over the clockwork man, eventually freezing it in place. 

"Excellent. Ice gun." Mickey stated without comprehending the obvious.

The Doctor threw the object into Mickey's hands, looking at the clockwork droid. "Fire extinguisher."

"What happened, Willow?" Rose wondered, causing everyone to stare at the slightly shaken woman.

She stammered. "W-well... I went into Reinette's room and noticed... the clock was smashed but... I could still hear ticking. I looked under the bed and there it was. I managed to get it away from her, almost caused an injury to be honest."

"It must have come from here." He stated, a little uncaring for Willow's state. 

"So why is it dressed like that?" asked Mickey.

"Field trip to France. Some kind of basic camouflage protocol. Nice needlework, shame about the face." He reached for the android's face, removing the mask and wig to reveal its true form. Underneath was a narrow glass head that appeared quite exquisite with the clockwork design inside. His eyes widened, exclaiming with joy while putting his hand inside his pocket. "Oh, you are beautiful! No, really, you are. You're gorgeous! Look at that. Space-age clockwork, I love it. I've got chills! Listen, seriously, I mean this from the heart, and, by the way, count those, it would be a crime, it would be an act of vandalism to disassemble you." He removed the sonic screwdriver from his pocket, revealing it to the droid. "But that won't stop me."

For a moment, its head moved until suddenly snapping back to life and pressing a button on its arm to beam away. "Short-range teleport. Can't have got far. Could still be on board."

"What is it?" Rose queried.

"Don't go looking for it!" He ordered, hopping onto the fireplace. Once Willow understood what he was doing, she wandered towards it as well. "No, you're not coming with me!"

"She knows me better than you," Willow argued. "Besides she's a little girl and you'd probably scare her if she found you in her room at night.

"What like she wasn't scared of you appearing in her room either?" The Doctor replied.

She rolled her eyes. "Well, I did kind of save her life also! So, end of discussion because I'm coming with you whether you like it or not!"

The Doctor took a breath before turning to the others who watched them both in awe. "Back in a sec." He pulled the latch, allowing the two to cross into the 18th Century once again.

Upon reaching the other side, Willow noted that her room seemed different. Perhaps because it was now day instead of night. "I don't remember it like this."

"Well, I'm pretty sure it was night time when you came here-"

"I know that, smartass!" She quarrelled, stepping away from the fireplace and quietening down. "Reinette? Just checking you're ok." Meanwhile, the Doctor had put on his "brainy-specs" and found himself fiddling with a nearby harp as Willow glared at him in disgust. "Honestly, you're distracted by everything you see."

Behind them, a young woman had walked in, clearing her voice to gain their attention. The pair spun around, meeting the eyes of a blonde blue-eyed young woman wearing a beautiful French dress. "Oh. Hello." The Doctor muttered, removing his glasses.

Willow decided to take lead upon talking to her. "Er... we were just looking for Reinette. This is still her room, isn't it? I've been away, not sure how long. And this is a friend of mine who wanted to tag along."

"Tag along?" The Doctor catechised, repulsed by her accusation.

"Reinette!" A woman shouted nearby. "We're ready to go."

"Go to the carriage, Mother. I will join you there." The moment she replied, Willow and the Doctor finally realised who this woman was. She smiled at Willow as her eyes widened in surprise. "It is customary, I think, to have an imaginary friend only during one's childhood. You are to be congratulated on your persistence."

"Reinette!" She exclaimed, shocked. Willow glanced back at the Doctor for a second who was just as surprised. "Wow, you've... certainly grown."

She strolled up to her, holding her skirt as she moved her legs. "And you do not appear to have aged a single day. That is tremendously impolite of you."

"I didn't know I'd been away for so long." She told her.

On the other hand, the Doctor wished to leave the slightly uncomfortable situation they were in. "Listen, lovely to catch up, but we better be off, eh? Don't want your mother finding you up here with a strange man and woman, do we?"

"Strange?" She questioned. "How could you be a stranger to me? I've known you since I was seven years old. I remember you in the fireplace and I will always recognise the woman who saved me from the monster under my bed."

"Yeah, I suppose I did." Willow discerned.

Nevertheless, Reinette raised her hand, stroking her face and appearing confused. "You seem to be flesh and blood, at any rate, but this is absurd. Reason tells me you cannot be real."

She didn't know what to say, neither did the Doctor. A servant yelled from outside. "Mademoiselle! Your mother grows impatient."

"A moment!" Reinette shouted, severely annoyed. "So many questions. So little time."

In a flash, Reinette grasped onto Willow and pulled her in for a tight hug, bewildering the young woman who also joined in the embrace. As quickly as it started, it ended due to the servant yelling once more. "Mademoiselle Poisson!"

She released herself from Willow's grasp, running out of the room with a clutch in her hands. The ginger gazed up at the Doctor who had been leaning on the mantelpiece, wondering where he had heard her name from. "What is it?"

The servant, who was yelling for Reinette earlier, stormed in, expecting to find her. Although, his eyes enlarged upon recognising there were two unknown people in the room. "Poisson? Reinette Poisson? No! No, no, no, no, no way." The Doctor sprinted down from the fireplace stairs, running towards the servant. "Reinette Poisson? Later Madame Etoiles? Later still mistress of Louis the Fifteenth, uncrowned Queen of France? Actress, artist, musician, dancer, courtesan, fantastic gardener!"

"Wait, what?" He jogged back to a perplexed Willow who was taken aback by what he was saying.

"Who the hell are you?!" The servant barked.

The Doctor laughed as he held onto the mantelpiece, ready to spin back onto the ship. "I'm the Doctor, this is Willow and she just became the imaginary best friend of Madame de Pompadour! Haha!"

Her mouth dropped, leaving a gaping hole for some time. "What did you just say?" The Doctor switched the latch as he continued to guffaw, allowing the fireplace to start moving to the servant's confusion. 

Soon enough, they were back in the 51st Century where the Doctor struggled not to laugh. "Rose!" He shouted out, stepping off the podium. However, they were nowhere in sight. "Mickey! Every time."

Both of them knew they wandered off which disobeyed the Doctor's rules but, knowing her cousin, Willow knew Rose wouldn't listen to rules. "Every time, it's rule one. Don't wander off. I tell them, I do. Rule one. There could be anything on this ship."

The Doctor froze as Willow followed behind. She regarded his stares and turned to look in the same direction, discovering a white horse in the middle of the corridor. "Like a horse."

***

The pair continued to wander endlessly through corridors galore, the horse following close behind. It hooves clicked along the ground as the Doctor proceeded to call out for their other friends. "Rose?"

Ultimately, the Doctor had enough of the horse's persistence, turning to the animal. "Will you stop following me? I'm not your mother." It nipped at him as the two realised there was a large white wooden doorway near them. It wasn't just the fireplace that led to the 18th Century then. "So this is where you came from, eh, horsey?"

He opened the doors, allowing a bright light to flood inside as Willow and the Doctor left the ship and entered another year into the life of Madame de Pompadour. 

Reinette appeared to be with a friend, walking along in the garden of Versailles. Both of them watched her from afar, occasionally ducking behind a stone pillar but she knew that they were there. 

As they ducked the final time, both of them started giggling without warning as the Doctor stared into Willow's eyes, longing to kiss her. Everything about her seemed perfect in his perspective, however, there was something about her that he couldn't place.

***

Rose and Mickey, who were unknowingly being watched by a camera at the time, strolled through the ship with fire extinguishers in hand. Their exploration had led to discovering many things about the mysterious 51st Century ship. "Maybe it wasn't a real heart." Mickey theorised.

"Course it was a real heart." She replied. 

He paused, thinking to himself. "Is this like normal for you? Is this an average day?"

"Life with the Doctor, Mickey? No more average days." Abruptly, they both stopped by a window that looked into 18th Century France.

"It's France again. We can see France." Mickey pointed out.

"I think we're looking through a mirror," answered Rose as a rich fancy-looking man entered the room with two other men to discuss something.

Mickey scoffed at the man. "Blimey, look at this guy. Who does he think he is?"

"The King of France." The Doctor stated, waltzing up from behind with Willow by his side.

Rose smiled at the pair's surprise return. "Oh, here's trouble. What've you two been up to?"

"Oh, this and that," said Willow. "Became the imaginary friend of a future French aristocrat, picked a fight with a clockwork man."

Beside them, the horse they found neighed loudly. "Oh, and we met a horse." The Doctor added.

Mickey rotated his head to his right, regarding the horse standing there next to him. "What's a horse doing on a spaceship?"

"Mickey, what's pre-revolutionary France doing on a spaceship?" He rudely back-chatted. "Get a little perspective. See these? They're all over the place. On every deck. Gateways to history. But not just any old history. Hers."

The group watched from the other side of the mirror as Reinette entered the room, curtseying before the King. "Time windows deliberately arranged along the life of one particular woman. A spaceship from the fifty-first century stalking a woman from the eighteenth. Why?"

"Who is she?" Rose queried.

"Jeanne-Antoinette Poisson, known to her friends as Reinette." He responded. "One of the most accomplished women who ever lived."

"So has she got plans of being the Queen, then?" She wondered.

"No, he's already got a Queen. She's got plans of being his mistress."

Rose smiled smugly, shifting her head in Willow's direction. "Oh, I get it. Camilla." 

The girls chuckled to themselves for a moment before the Doctor continued to explain the story of Madame de Pompadour. "I think this is the night they met. The night of the Yew Tree ball. In no time at flat, she'll get herself established as his official mistress, with her own rooms at the palace. Even her own title. Madame de Pompadour."

As the King and his servants left after his talk with Reinette, she strolled up to the mirror to check her appearance in the mirror without knowing that she was being watched from the other side. "The Queen must have loved her." Rose muttered, eyeing her.

"Oh, she did. They get on very well." The Doctor informed them.

Mickey squinted in confusion. "The King's wife and the King's girlfriend?"

"France. It's a different planet." He casually commented before recognising a broken clock in the room.

They observed as Reinette sharply turned around upon discovering someone else in the room with her. In the corner, a woman with blonde hair and a red dress was facing away from her. "How long have you been standing there? Show yourself!" Complying with her orders, the woman spun around, revealing that it was another clockwork droid.

The Doctor let out a gasp, grabbing a fire extinguisher off Mickey and rotating the mirror to Reinette's sudden shock. "Hello, Reinette. Hasn't time flown?"

"Fireplace man!" She exclaimed.

He sprayed the clockwork woman with ice, freezing her solid to gain some answers. Afterwards, he threw it back to Mickey as the android creaked. "What's it doing?"

"Switching back on. Melting the ice." 

"And then what?"

"Then it kills everyone in the room." The clockwork droid reached out its mechanical arm as if to grab the Doctor by the neck. "Focuses the mind, doesn't it? Who are you? Identify yourself." 

The clockwork woman did not reply, only glaring at them with its hollow eyes. Willow guessed that it wasn't going to answer any of their questions due to the experience she had earlier. "Order it to answer him."

Reinette's mouth widened slightly, bewildered. "Why should it listen to me?"

"Well, it never answered my questions. It always answered yours though." She explained clearly.

Without any hesitance, she spoke. "Answer his question. Answer any and all questions put to you."

It lowered its arm, finally talking to them. "I am repair droid seven."

"What happened to the ship, then? There was a lot of damage." He pointed out.

"Ion storm. Eighty-two per cent systems failure." It acknowledged with a feminine voice.

"That ship hasn't moved in over a year. What's taken you so long?"

"We did not have the parts."

Despite the situation, Mickey cracked up. "Always comes down to that, doesn't it? The parts."

The Doctor ignored his remark, presuming his interrogation. "What's happened to the crew? Where are they?" 

"We did not have the parts."

"There should have been over fifty people on your ship. Where did they go?" He pressured.

"We did not have the parts."

"Fifty people don't just disappear. Where-" Suddenly, he realised what the droid meant in an instant. "Oh. You didn't have the parts, so you used the crew."

The others' eyes widened in horror, understanding what the Doctor meant. "The crew?"

Rose took a breath, mentioning something. "We found a camera with an eye in it, and there was a heart wired into machinery."

"It was just doing what it was programmed to. Repairing the ship any way it can, with whatever it could find." He paused. "No one told it the crew weren't on the menu. What did you say the flight deck smelt of?"

She apprehended the insinuation. "Someone cooking." 

"Flesh plus heat. Barbeque." He muttered, startling Reinette but she remained stable. "But what are you doing here? You've opened up time windows. That takes colossal energy. Why come here? You could have gone to your repair yard. Instead, you come to eighteenth-century France? Why?"

"One more part is required." Its head moved, gesturing towards Reinette.

The Doctor gazed behind at Reinette, recognising how fearful she was. "Then why haven't you taken it?"

"She is incomplete."

"What, so, that's the plan, then. Just keep opening up more and more time windows, scanning her brain, checking to see if she's done yet." The Doctor asserted.

"Why her?" Rose questioned, sounding slightly rude. She rephrased her question. "You've got all of history to choose from. Why specifically her?"

"We are the same." It affirmed.

Reinette seemed appalled by its words. "We are not the same. We are in no sense the same."

"We are the same." It repeated.

"Get out of here!" She ordered. "Get out of here this instant!"

"Reinette, no-" Willow tried to stop her but the clockwork woman had already lifted its arm and teleported away.

"It's back on the ship." The Doctor stormed over to the mirror, opening it again. "Rose, take Mickey and Arthur. Get after it. Follow it. Don't approach it, just watch what it does."

"Arthur?" wondered Rose who had never heard that name before.

"Good name for a horse."

She huffed. "No, you're not keeping the horse."

"I let you keep Mickey. Now go! Go! Go!" Rose and Mickey slipped back onto the ship to search for the clockwork droid as the Doctor closed the mirror behind them.

Willow witnessed as the Doctor rushed over to Reinette, informing her of what he was about to do. "Reinette, you're going to have to trust me. I need to find out what they're looking for. There's only one way I can do that. It won't hurt a bit." He placed his hands on the temples of her head, instigating a mind-meld.

Both abruptly closed their eyes as Reinette now experienced a strange phenomenon. "Fireplace man, you are inside my mind."

"Oh dear, Reinette. You've had some cowboys in here." The Doctor clarified as Willow stood away from them, unaware of what he was doing and what he would find out or what Reinette would discover.

***

Here is part 1 of The Girl in the Fireplace, one of my favourite Doctor Who episodes.

So, the PM has decided to close down every school in the UK, meaning that our GCSEs are cancelled or postponed. What does this mean? It means I can continue writing without worrying about grades! 

Also, this means that I'll be writing a lot more frequently since I now have time off, however, I will continue to do school work at home until further notice. It either means that tomorrow is my very last day at my secondary school or it's the last day of term for now. Not quite sure what's going to happen. Although, I will keep you updated. I'm going to be so emotional tomorrow 😭! I didn't think it would end so quickly.

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