CHAPTER 9
I will keep my promise.
I bet everyone’s having the time of their life over there…
Masachika stood in the wing of the auditorium’s stage while thinking about the band’s performance in the schoolyard.
“Sigh… This is the last time I do something like this for you, Kuze. This is reckless.”
“I concur. I have a show to put on after this, you know? It doesn’t help that those lawless scoundrels wasted all my rehearsal time, either…”
“I’m really sorry, guys.”
The stage director’s expression was overcome with exhaustion while Sumire’s tone conveyed displeasure, so Masachika bowed humbly and apologetically, since even he was well aware of how reckless his request was. The stage performances in the auditorium and in the schoolyard were put on hold due to the sudden disturbance, but the auditorium fortunately didn’t run into any trouble, so the performances were still on schedule. They had increased the number of teachers and security on patrol as well.
That said, they extended the festival by thirty minutes, which left the auditorium’s stage with an entire thirty minutes to spare, so Masachika decided to use this time to challenge Yuushou to their match.
Under normal circumstances, it would be relatively easy to add another show with the extra thirty minutes, but the kendo club needed to use the gym for their sword-fighting play around that time as well, so adjusting the schedule ended up being a bit of a mess. But despite all their troubles, they managed to make the schedule work, perhaps thanks to the staff’s trust in Masachika, since he had helped with the auditorium’s stage performances to make sure everything went smoothly.
“Then again, I suppose I can’t say no when Yuushou’s involved… What is this about a piano match, though? There is no precedent for rivals competing on piano. It has always been a traditional debate. Furthermore, this isn’t a match between the two running pairs but between someone running for student council president and someone running for vice president. This is unheard of…”
Sumire shifted her dumbfounded gaze at Yuushou, who was standing in the back, then raised an eyebrow. After placing her right hand on the hilt of her replica sword at the waist, she took a few steps toward him as he still continued to look away before loosening her sword slightly out of its sheath.
“Yuushou? Since when did you start thinking it was okay to ignore me?”
“…I’m concentrating. Just leave me alone, Sumire,” he replied curtly, prompting her to furrow her brow even more. But after a brief sigh, she faced Masachika and asked:
“So? This is officially a debate, right? What are each of you putting on the line?”
Debates were held to argue opinions, and even though this was technically a piano competition, it was common knowledge that the winner would have his demand met. Nevertheless, there was no way Masachika could answer Sumire’s question, given the conditions of the match.
“I’m sorry, Sumire, but I can’t tell you what we each put on the line until after the match is over.”
“Oh? …Then how are we going to make sure the loser honors their agreement? Usually, each contestant during a debate would make their demand before the audience so that the audience could act as witnesses, right?”
“We don’t plan on announcing our demands to the audience. Written here are the demands for whoever wins this competition. I would like for you to open the envelope of whoever wins, then make sure the demand is honored.”
Naturally, Yuushou’s winning envelope was empty.
After Masachika handed Sumire the two envelopes, she raised her eyebrows.
“…Very well. And? Do you need me to moderate?”
“While it’s going to be set up like an exhibition match, it’s still, in a way, a debate, so I asked someone from the student council to be the moderator. I appreciate the offer, though.”
The instant Masachika finished his sentence, a door in the stage wing leading outside suddenly opened.
“Hey.”
And the girl, who with a small voice stepped inside, was the moderator who Masachika had asked to help with the debate: Maria.
“I’m really sorry about this, Masha. I know it was sudden.”
“Don’t be sorry at all. ♪ Things have calmed down, so don’t worry about a thing. ♪”
Her face lit up with a bubbly smile the instant she saw Masachika, and she shook her head. It was a smile that could erase all nervous tension, curling Masachika’s lips.
“Thanks… I really appreciate it… Anyway, we don’t have much time, so let me explain how this is going to go down.”
“Okay. ♪”
After Maria nodded back, Masachika started to explain her role…when Sumire, who had been staring at the floor, suddenly lifted her chin and snapped:
“This isn’t fair! I want to stand out, too!”
“…What?”
Masachika looked back, but the instant he saw how much she was pouting, he was overcome with exhaustion.
“…How about you both moderate, then?”
“Yes! That would be lovely!”
“That sounds good to me. ♪”
Sumire proudly puffed her chest out with noticeable satisfaction as Maria replied with a bubbly smile, each of their reactions dampening his enthusiasm in their own special way. Regardless, he proceeded to explain their roles.
“Ayano, are you sure you don’t need to be with Yuki right now? She apparently ran into some sort of trouble,” Yumi Suou asked quietly. The mother of Masachika and Yuki was sitting next to Ayano. Yumi had only planned on seeing her daughter’s class’s attraction before heading straight home, but Ayano had ended up collecting her at the school gate and taking her to the auditorium, for some reason.
“It won’t be an issue. We did run into a little trouble, but the issues have more or less been solved, thanks to the efforts of the student council. Lady Yuki is a little tied up at the moment, so I figured we could wait for her here until she finishes.”
“Oh… But why the auditorium? If we have time to walk around, then…”
Yumi’s eyes wandered until she gradually fell silent. Ayano knew what she wanted to say as well…and that was exactly why she replied:
“I decided it would be best for you to see this. That’s why.”
“…? What do you mean…?”
Right as Yumi put her curiosity into words, the brass band club’s performance came to an end. Yumi and Ayano joined the applause while each student exited the stage with their instrument in hand before being almost immediately replaced by two beautiful girls.
“Hmm? Is that Maria and Sumire?”
“What are the student council secretary and disciplinary committee’s vice president doing here?”
“What the…? I thought the literary club was doing a reader’s theater after this?”
Students around them started to raise voices of surprise and bewilderment at the sight of the two girls onstage as well. Some were concerned that something had happened, while others, who stood up and were about to leave, sat right back down. There were even those who took out their phones and texted their friends, as if they sensed something big was about to happen. Basking in the anxious and excited gazes of the audience, Maria announced:
“Thank you all for coming today. Are you enjoying the show? First, I would like to introduce myself. I am the secretary of the student council, Maria Kujou. Next, I would like to apologize for the trouble that we have caused you. As a member of the school festival committee and of the student council, I would like to take a moment to say that I am deeply sorry for what happened today.”
There was not even the smallest sign of her usual bubbly self as she earnestly bowed, but to make sure that the mood didn’t get too gloomy, she lifted her head back up, lightened her tone, and added:
“Now, I know this is sudden and doesn’t make up for what happened, but we have a surprise event for you all.”
Maria directed her gaze to her side, where Sumire took a step forward with a microphone in hand.
“I, vice president of the disciplinary committee, Sumire Kiryuuin, will be moderating the surprise event. Today’s event is a tradition at our Seirei Academy—a battle between two rivals in the presidential race—a showdown with their pride on the line.”
A stir suddenly rippled throughout the crowd, as if people were starting to catch on, and right as the crowd couldn’t be any more excited and surprised, Sumire firmly grinned from ear to ear and declared:
“I present to you today a debate…with a twist!”
The audience exploded with cheers. It was a surprise that neither the current students nor the alumni could have ever even imagined. People among the crowd began to enthusiastically explain what this meant to the confused visitors to the school festival, but as their excitement slowly calmed, they began to wonder who was going to be debating over what and what was so special about the debate’s format.
And it was none other than Maria’s job to explain the format.
“I am sure there are numerous visitors here today, so I would like to explain what makes this special. This will not be a traditional debate where one argues their opinion with words. This will be a special match between two individuals. Allow me to introduce them!”
Maria held out a hand toward the stage wing where two male students walked out.
“Masachika Kuze, a member of general affairs in the student council.”
“And the captain of the piano club, Yuushou Kiryuuin.”
Maria’s and Sumire’s introductions were once again met with explosive enthusiasm from the audience.
“Squeeeal! It’s the prince!!”
“Prince Yuushouoo!!”
“Huh?! Kiryuuin?! He’s running for president?!”
“I totally wasn’t expecting to see Yuushou here! This is insane!”
“Interesting. So that’s why Sumire’s here…”
The numerous comments were mainly directed at Yuushou. However…
“Kuze… That’s the guy who beat Sayaka Taniyama at the debate last semester.”
“The unsung vice president in middle school… Wait. Why is he debating instead of our princess?”
“It’s not often you see him onstage alone like this.”
A small portion of the calmer audience members had their eyes curiously on Masachika.
“Masachika Kuze is partnered with the student council’s accountant, Alisa Kujou. And I am running for student council vice president as Yuushou’s partner,” Sumire said.
“These two will be competing on…that!”
Maria held out her hand toward the brass band’s grand piano, which a few members on staff had rolled back onto the stage.
“Yes, the piano. Each of these young men will take turns playing the piano, and after they are both done, you, the audience, will decide which performance you liked best.”
Confusion immediately swept through the crowd like a gust of wind.
“Huh? Piano…? Yuushou Kiryuuin is going to crush him.”
“What in the world? How is this even going to be fair?”
“Can Kuze even play the piano?”
“No clue… I was in his class in sixth and eighth grade, but I don’t remember ever hearing anything about him playing piano…”
The unexpected turn of events lowered everyone’s enthusiasm, unsurprisingly. The currently enrolled students were especially disappointed.
“Oh, great. I guess this is just some sort of sideshow act,” complained a student with a bored stare. This was, however, how they expected the audience to act, so Maria and Sumire promptly proceeded to start the show.
“Now, let’s start the show.”
“Our first performer will be Yuushou Kiryuuin.”
After the other three onstage disappeared into the wing, Yuushou prepared for his performance as the audience continued to voice their concern.
“Wait. Are they really going to be having a piano battle?”
“What does the winner even get out of this? They didn’t even tell us that, right?”
“Hmm? Now that you mention it…”
Skeptical whispers were exchanged around Yumi as she stared at the stage in blank amazement.
“He still…?”
Her eyes almost unconsciously turned to Ayano, who knew exactly what she was trying to say.
“No, as far as I know, Master Masachika hasn’t even touched the piano since that day,” she replied, making Yumi’s expression cloud over. However, Ayano made a point of not even looking back at her and quietly added:
“I thought you might want to see this.”
“…”
The tension lasted for thirty or so seconds. Even Ayano, who continued to face forward, could feel that Yumi was terribly conflicted.
“…”
But eventually, Yumi settled down in her seat, which Ayano sensed without even a single glance.
I wonder, though… Who is Master Masachika going to perform for this time?
Whenever he used to play piano, he did it for someone else. However, it was never for the audience. It was for someone special. A single person. At times it was Yumi, at times it was Yuki, and at times it was Ayano… However, neither Yuki nor Alisa were here right now, and Masachika had no idea that Yumi and Ayano were here, either. Which meant…
Master Masachika… For whom are you performing?
The surrounding students began incorrectly speculating about the entire ordeal.
“Ohhh… I get it. I bet this is some kind of exhibition match that the school festival committee came up with.”
“That makes sense, ’cause I’ve never even heard about Yuushou running for student council president.”
“Yeah, that’s probably it. They probably couldn’t get Alisa and Yuki on the spur of the moment, so they settled for these two.”
“Plus, it’d be weird for someone running for president to battle against someone running for vice president anyway.”
A number of members in the audience had already come to their own conclusions, creating a slight air of disappointment among the crowd…but all of their disappointment vanished the instant Yuushou started playing.
The band’s performance was going far better than any of the five members could have ever dreamed of. Perhaps having Alisa onstage before the show to calm the crowd helped attract a larger crowd than they might have had otherwise, since every seat was already filled before the show even started, and there were many people who were already standing nearby to watch the show as well, but it didn’t end there. They had currently just finished their second cover song, and there was no way the place could get any more crowded. Masachika, however, was not among them.
Masachika…
The person Alisa wanted to be there the most to see her performance—to see her big moment—was nowhere in sight. No matter how much she searched for him, he was not there. It felt almost like a dark rain cloud slowly forming in her heart. But…
“Alya.”
…she wasn’t alone. She had friends who recognized how she felt and who were there for her.
It’s going to be okay.
Alisa exchanged glances with Hikaru, who called her name and nodded back, and then she directed her gaze back to the audience. At the height of the show, she projected her voice powerfully, hoping that it would reach Masachika, and announced:
“All right, our next song is going to be our last. It’s called ‘Phantom.’ I hope you enjoy it.”
“Marvelous! I have never had a student who could pick things up as quickly as you!”
“He’s a prodigy. There’s no doubt about that. He’s probably going to grow up to be the greatest pianist in all of Japan.”
Stop. I don’t need your obvious lies. You’re just trying to flatter me.
“I could listen to him play all day. That’s the Prince of Piano for you.”
“Yuushou is the epitome of the term ‘child prodigy.’”
Shut up. Enough with your shallow praise. ‘Prodigy’? The only reason why you people can say that is because you’ve never seen a real prodigy. You have no idea how it feels to hear a melody that makes a chill run down your spine. You have no idea what real talent sounds like—talent that can captivate an entire venue with but a single note. That’s why you can spew such nonsense. You probably can’t even imagine what true talent sounds like. Nobody knows just how miserable their thoughtless compliments make me.
“D-didn’t I see him on TV?!”
“Yeah, that’s the guy who got gold at the contest the other day. Yuushou Kiryuuin… He’s so cool.”
“Hmm? He’s not playing last?”
“Nah, they put him on TV because he’s good-looking. You know how TV is. Whoever won the last competition gets to be the closing act, by the way.”
“For real? ‘Yuushou’? More like ‘Yu-should have tried harder’! That poor little runner-up.”
“Pfft!
“Pfft! Quit it! He can hear you.”
Those were the words of children my age at a certain piano recital, forever to be carved into the back of my mind. “Runner-up.” I wasn’t a winner, and the only reason people ever complimented me was because I was good-looking. The humiliation was unbearable. My lungs strained as I felt myself panting violently through my clenched teeth.
Shut up! How dare you pigs insult me when you didn’t even get close to second place?! You didn’t even place! Don’t you dare look down on me!
My first impulse was to grab them by their collars, but I couldn’t do it…because I realized that deep down inside, they were right. I never could beat him. I was always second place when he was around. He was a true prodigy, born of talent. Masachika Suou…
“All right, Yuushou. You’re up.”
Once the official in charge called me to the stage, I was showered with cheers and applause simply for showing up, and when the performance was over, the entire venue was filled with praise for me. But…the instant he started to play, the entire mood changed. The audience, who were so eager to make noise up until a few seconds ago, were now sitting in complete silence. The tension was something you would expect to see if the performance was a professional orchestra, not a child in front of a piano.
“That was marvelous, Masachika!”
“Thank you very much.”
But that was a testament to how powerful a performance he put on. And yet he didn’t even react to the teacher’s praise at the stage wing or to the belated applause and cheers of the audience or even to the frightened gazes of the other performers, either. He went straight back to the waiting room as though it all meant nothing to him. He didn’t even glance in my direction as I glared at him, my eyes trembling with frustration and regret.
Masachika Suou’s existence was an eyesore, and I cursed him from the bottom of my heart. All compliments just sounded empty because of him. Being praised by anyone who knew him felt like they were just trying to be nice and flatter me, and the opinions of those who didn’t know him felt worthless to me. I practiced frantically in a bid to free myself from that curse. I practiced every day until the tips of my fingers started to bleed, preventing me from even holding chopsticks, and I started to despise the piano, which I used to love, over and over again. But even then, I couldn’t quit. I continued playing the piano every day for the sole reason of defeating him one day.
And yet…he suddenly disappeared one day, as if he wasn’t even interested in the piano. He put a curse on me and left me behind. No matter how many competitions or recitals I went to, he never showed up. I was left dumbfounded and dazed while awards and trophies endlessly rolled my way.
What is this?
Even becoming number one felt like garbage. All I ever wanted was to win, but their praise still felt empty. “Runner-up.” That word was still haunting me, tucked away in the back of my mind.
This is stupid…
Did I really practice all those hours for this? For something as stupid as this? Why was I taking this so seriously? He knew from the very beginning—even before that—
“And last but not least, I want to ask you about your dream. What do you want to be when you grow up? A famous pianist, I assume?”
I plastered a smile on my face as the microphone was held toward my mouth.
“No, I want to take over my father’s business one day. Piano is nothing more than a hobby to me.”
Taking piano so seriously is stupid. A waste of time. Isn’t that right, Masachika Suou?
Today is the day that I break free from my curse.
A mixture of rage and excitement swirled in Yuushou’s heart as he sat before the piano. His anger was born from the humiliation, along with those sinister memories that still haunted him in his sleep. However, there was joy within the darkness, because he was finally going to be able to rid himself of what had been tormenting him over the years. Yuushou desperately tried to suppress these overpowering emotions, but there was no way he could keep his lips from twisting into a grin.
He was going to defeat Masachika Suou in front of an audience. He was going to prove that he was the best and free himself from this curse. It was finally time for him to face the piano, which he once loved, and face the praise from those around him. When he really thought about it, nothing else mattered. He had gone through a lot of trouble and used a lot of time and money in order to create a path to join the First Light Committee, but even that didn’t matter right now. All he needed was this: being able to compete against Masachika Suou again on piano.
I have to crush him so that there is not even a single shred of doubt who the best is.
Therefore, he requested to go first on purpose, just like old times. He had to be aggressive and defeat the man who used to always get to play last at recitals…and he had to win with the piece that Masachika was best at.
Yuushou’s lips remained curled with delight as he placed his fingers on the keys…and proceeded to perform Chopin’s “Nocturne in E-flat Major, op. 9, no. 2.”
A beautifully sweet melody echoed throughout the auditorium. Even the somewhat disappointed members in the audience were now captivated as they naturally sat up straight in their seats.
“Wow… He’s really good,” whispered Maria in admiration at the stage wing as she listened to the master of the art perform.
“You can say that again,” agreed Masachika in a soft voice.
“That’s all you have to say? That’s who you’re up against, you know?”
But Masachika shrugged back at Maria’s skeptical gaze, then casually replied:
“I never thought I could beat him.”
“What?”
Even Masachika knew that he was no match for Yuushou. Not playing for an entire five years put him at a huge disadvantage, for starters. Even if he instinctively remembered how to play the piece, his fingers probably wouldn’t be able to keep up. He wasn’t underestimating the piano or Yuushou, and he was well aware that someone who hadn’t touched a piano in so long didn’t stand a chance.
As long as they don’t laugh at me, I’m good, I guess.
But that wasn’t an issue. Masachika accomplished what he set out to do the instant Yuushou agreed to the challenge. In other words, he prevented Yuushou from contacting the First Light Committee, and thus kept this incident from being swept under the rug. Furthermore, it kept Yuushou from getting their approval, since they seemed to love it when students fought dirty during the presidential race. That was why he was willing to resort to violence and provocation to get Yuushou to lose his composure so that he would agree to this glaringly unfair match.
Because it was unfair. That was for sure. It didn’t matter that Yuushou had a distinct advantage, because Masachika couldn’t care less if he lost, and the audience’s reaction from a few moments ago only made him even more sure that this competition didn’t matter. Not only was this an unfair matchup and not even an actual debate but instead some bizarre piano competition, but they didn’t even reveal what each of them was putting on the line, both of which conditions were unheard of. Therefore, that, plus what Maria and Sumire explained to the audience, made most of the listeners believe that this was just a sideshow act set up by the student council to make up for what had happened today.
In reality, both contestants actually were putting something on the line, though. If Masachika were to lose, then he would leave Yuushou alone, regardless of whether he actually had anything to do with today’s incident or not. Therefore, from the audience’s viewpoint, there was no reward for winning, which meant that this wasn’t an official “debate” in their eyes. To them, this was nothing more than a freak show between a pianist and a nobody, so losing wouldn’t tarnish Masachika’s reputation one bit. Even if Yuushou were to complain later about it, all Masachika had to do was play dumb and say things like, “What? That was just a sideshow act. We didn’t even bet anything.” After all, it was Yuushou who needed their bet to be kept secret, since he’d never gotten a chance to get the First Light Committee’s approval.
I definitely wasn’t expecting him to accept my proposal that easily, though. Was losing to me all those years ago really that traumatic? Like, he’s even playing the piece I used to play back then, too…
This was the first piece that Masachika learned how to play. His mother loved Chopin, so he often enjoyed playing it at recitals when they were allowed to freely choose their pieces.
But even though it’s the same piece, it feels completely different when he plays it.
Masachika’s mother and piano teacher often said that even the same piece would sound like a completely different composition, depending on the pianist, and they were apparently right. Yuushou’s performance was textbook perfect and extremely pleasurable to listen to, but to Masachika’s ears, the tempo sounded a bit rushed.
It feels almost like he’s letting his competitive nature get the best of him…but, well, I guess it’s actually helping make his performance much more exciting. Who do I think I am? I’m in absolutely no position to be criticizing anyone else’s playing, he immediately thought afterward in a self-deprecating manner. He then directed his focus toward Maria’s concerned gaze and assured her:
“It’s really going to be fine. It doesn’t matter if I lose.”
“…As in it won’t hurt your election chances?”
“Hmm?”
While Masachika blinked, not quite understanding what she was getting at, Maria gazed into his eyes with genuine concern and tugged at his sleeve.
“Even if this doesn’t affect your chances in the election…I don’t want you to get hurt, so if this is going to hurt you in any way, then let’s call it off.”
“…!”
Her suggestion caught him off guard at first but ended up bringing a soft smile to his face.
“Thank you…but I’m fine.”
“Really?”
“Really. I don’t care how the audience sees me or feels about my performance. Besides…”
“…?”
The thought of saying it embarrassed Masachika so much that he hesitated, but there was no way he could lie after seeing her curious, worried gaze, so he looked away and admitted:
“I plan on playing…for you today, Masha.”
“…?”
“You know…? That promise I made you when we were kids. I promised that I’d play the piano for you one day.”
“…!”
It was a promise that Sah had made with Mah long ago. Mah really wanted to hear him play piano, so he promised to invite her to one of his recitals, but Mah had unfortunately moved back to Russia before he could ever keep that promise. Put simply, the true reason he’d asked Maria to host this match was actually because he wanted to fulfill the promise he’d made to her over five years ago.
“…You remembered. That was so long ago.”
“Sorry, uh… I honestly forgot about it up until recently.”
“Giggle. But you still remembered in the end, so I’m happy.”
“…Well, keeping promises is important.”
A soft hand tightly wrapped around his, making his cheeks burn until the heat was almost unbearable. However—
“…I apologize for interrupting whatever secrets you’re whispering to each other, but Yuushou’s performance is almost over,” Sumire pointed out with a reproachful glare.
“Oh, sorry.”
“…It’s fine, but… I feel bad for Yuushou.” She sighed. The comment reminded him of what Nonoa had once said, which made him uncomfortable, but before even another second went by, the venue suddenly exploded with applause.
“Prince Yuushou!!”
“Prince of Piano!!”
Girls who were probably in the piano club squealed and cried as he waved good-bye to them on his way to the stage wing.
“Looks like I’m up.”
“Yep… Good luck.”
He smiled back at Maria while passing by Yuushou as he stepped onto the stage, but Yuushou’s fleeting glance was reminiscent of old times—unapologetically competitive, which made Masachika tense uncomfortably.
You don’t have to look at me like that… I don’t plan on taking this seriously, not like it would matter if I did…
Masachika currently didn’t have the wish or the skill to live up to Yuushou’s expectations. Besides, it wasn’t his job to appease him, either. All Yuushou was to Masachika was an asshole who tried to ruin the Autumn Heights Festival for everyone. Nothing more, nothing less. Unlike with Nao, he didn’t have it in himself to even sympathize with the guy. In fact, he couldn’t have cared any less why Yuushou did all this.
I mean, it felt kind of good to scare him earlier…but none of that matters anymore.
What was important right now was keeping his promise to Maria.
The question is…what should I play for her?
After bowing to the audience, Masachika took a seat in front of the piano and began to ponder what he should play, now of all times. He wondered what would be the best piece he could gift to Maria…when it hit him.
Technically, this isn’t for Masha. It’s for Mah.
The person he made a promise with was Maria but a different version of her: an innocent, pure little girl named Mah who vanished one day after a misunderstanding. Masachika thought back to the conversation he’d had with his piano teacher many years ago.
“You’re honestly good enough to play anything, Masachika… This composition is a very advanced piece, you know?”
“Really? I thought that ‘Revolutionary Étude’ was harder…”
“That’s also an advanced piece… Oh, hey. Did you know that Chopin actually wasn’t the one who named the piece ‘Revolutionary Étude’?”
“What? Really?”
“Really. There are actually a few solo piano works written by Chopin that were given alternative titles by other people.”
“Does that mean that this piece also has another name?”
“It sure does. It’s known by many in Japan by the name—”
Masachika suddenly smirked while he placed his fingers on the keys.
Yeah… Right now, I’m not Masachika Kuze. I’m Masachika Suou.
That must have been how his opponent felt as well…so for now, maybe it was okay for him to be his old self. Maybe it was okay for him to be Masachika Suou while he dedicated this piece to a girl in his memories from long ago.
Chopin’s “Étude in E Major, op. 10, no. 3.”
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