The Gallagher House.
Ian, who was fixing the back door, heard Mickey's voice message just in time. The corners of his mouth curled up into a very gay smile. He decisively dropped his tools and happily trotted to the front door.
Seeing the four paper bags on the ground...
The smile on Ian's face grew even wider.
In this moment.
Fiona, Lip, Debbie—none of them mattered anymore.
Ian's brain was filled entirely with Mickey.
That's love for you. Terrifying stuff.
Ian desperately wanted to see Mickey, to fk Mickey. The urge grew stronger and stronger...
After a good while.
The conversation with Mickey from earlier that day flooded back into his mind. Ian calmed down a bit, gritted his teeth, and forcefully suppressed the urge. He picked up the bags, turned around, and went back inside. He planned to wait for Mickey to come find him again, show a little goodwill then, and give Mickey another chance.
Ian's face was beaming with joy, and naturally, the still-grumbling Frank saw it.
Frank was sharp. He spotted the "gayness" in Ian's smile instantly. His eyes darted around as he asked with intrigue, "Who sent that stuff?"
"None of your damn business!" Ian was in a good mood and didn't want this bastard Frank to ruin it, so he snapped back decisively.
Frank was used to being snapped at and didn't care. "Boyfriend?"
Thump.
Hearing that word, Ian's body jolted. His expression changed, and he turned to look at Frank, instinctively trying to cover it up. "What boyfriend? Don't talk nonsense."
"Heh," Frank chuckled. "You're smiling that gayly, do I need to talk nonsense? Very good. The Gallagher family has produced a gay. Excellent."
"I'm curious, are you the pitcher or the catcher?"
Ian, who was basically a submissive bottom to his core these days, couldn't handle that question. His good mood was ruined. Embarrassment and anger flared up as he cursed viciously, "Fxxk you!"
Frank laughed heartily. In Ian's reaction, he saw an opportunity.
What kind of opportunity?
An opportunity to find out who Ian's boyfriend was and extort some money.
How?
Simple.
Ian had a phone. Just get hold of that phone, spend a minute checking the call logs and contacts, and bingo.
A complete, flawless plan formed in Frank's mind.
Frank smiled happily.
It was as if Ian's happiness had transferred directly to Frank.
"Ian, I think you'd better be polite to me. You don't want everyone here to know you're gay, do you?" Frank threatened with a smile.
Ian: "????"
Ian froze, unable to believe his ears. Then, his imagination ran wild...
If Frank opened his big mouth and told everyone he was gay... knowing Mickey's personality...
Mickey would never be with him in any setting where others might see.
He couldn't imagine that outcome.
After all, what he wanted most was to be with Mickey openly—holding hands, watching movies, eating together, living a couple's life...
"If you dare do that, I'll kill you!" Ian was furious, his expression savage as he countered with a threat.
Frank wasn't scared in the slightest. He knew Ian didn't have the guts. He smiled. "Son, you don't understand the art of negotiation. I took a class on it in college. You can't beat me."
"Relax, I don't ask for much. Just get me a few dozen Oxy pills and a few dozen joints, and I'll immediately forget what I know."
"Trust me, it's a very cost-effective deal."
After listening.
Ian stared blankly at Frank, unblinking, gritting his teeth as he weighed the situation, trying to judge if Frank was bluffing.
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
After a long while.
Ian surrendered. He couldn't afford to gamble. He didn't want to lose Mickey because of Frank's big mouth.
So, even though he was grinding his teeth in hatred, Ian suppressed his anger and spoke to Frank as calmly as possible to bargain. "Just this once! If you don't keep your promise, my boyfriend and I will kill you and throw you into Lake Michigan!"
Seeing his goal within reach, Frank was ecstatic, grinning brilliantly. "No problem. I'm a man of my word."
"..." Ian was speechless, too lazy to argue with Frank. "I don't have that much money. I can't buy you that much stuff. Ten Oxy, five joints!"
Frank panicked.
This was a one-time deal. Getting so little out of it? What was the point?
"No way. Thirty Oxy, twenty joints!" Frank didn't hesitate, aiming high and waiting for Ian to haggle.
And Ian did exactly that.
The "father and son" conducted their business "harmoniously."
About four or five minutes later.
Deal reached.
Then, just like when he tricked Debbie into buying drugs, Frank immediately told Ian where to go and who to buy from.
Ian hated Frank to death. He ignored him, put the stuff Mickey sent into the kitchen, and silently calculated all his money.
Unfortunately, his entire
worth added up to just over twenty bucks. Far from enough.
Worse, there was no money in the house either.
The "Squirrel Fund" they had saved for winter was gone—first for rent, then to pay off the parents after Debbie locked those kids in dog cages. It was empty. Not a penny left...
Damn Debbie!
Thinking of Debbie—locking kids in cages, destroying Carl's stuff and driving him away, kidnapping Davis Brown...
A whole string of disasters, all caused by Debbie...
Ian cursed silently.
What to do?
Borrow money.
From whom?
Mickey? No!
Dexter? Not appropriate.
Kash? Wouldn't lend it.
Linda? Unlikely.
Carl?
Thinking it over, Carl was the best option.
Ian decided to try. He took out his phone, walked quickly to the back of the house, and called Carl.
---
2114 North Wallace.
Carl was lying comfortably on the sofa, watching TV and eating snacks he bought with Mickey earlier. Life was good.
Phone rang.
Carl checked it, saw it was Ian, and answered immediately.
He still liked Ian, his brother who didn't have much temper or personality.
"Ian, what's up?" Carl asked.
Ian awkwardly explained he needed to borrow some money urgently.
Carl didn't even think about it. He agreed instantly and boldly. "Sure. But I don't have too much. Just bought some food and drinks, spent some."
"Do you have three hundred dollars?" Ian asked tentatively.
With his limited IQ, Carl didn't have much concept of money. Hearing this, he said, "Wait a sec, let me count."
Now that he had his own room, Carl hid some cash in a corner.
A moment later, he finished counting.
"I only have two hundred and fifteen dollars. Is that okay?" Carl asked.
Ian was honestly surprised. He didn't expect Carl to have that much cash on hand. He hurried to reply, "Yes, yes, that works."
"Okay. Do you want to come get it, or should I bring it over?" Carl asked.
Ian thought for a moment. "If you're free, come over."
"Okay, be there soon," Carl agreed readily.
Ian had a reason for being so direct.
For one, Ian didn't really want Peg to know about this.
For another, seeing that Debbie wouldn't be home soon—and likely not for a long time—Ian wanted to use this chance to persuade Carl to move back.
In Ian's view, Carl moved out mainly because of Debbie and not having his own room... Now that both issues were gone, Carl might be willing to return.
But Ian failed to consider one thing.
Carl was living very comfortably with Peg. He was getting used to the good life.
Therefore.
Faced with Ian's persuasion, Carl thought for a few seconds and shook his head to refuse. "Nah. I'm living good there. It's comfortable. I eat what I want, play what I want. I'll stay there."
Ian smiled helplessly. Honestly, he understood.
Unlike Lip and Fiona, Ian wasn't obsessed with the family living together. Hearing Carl say this, he didn't nag. He reached out and ruffled Carl's hair.
"Makes sense. Then keep living there. It's close anyway," Ian smiled. "But you have to promise me, come back and visit when you have time. Don't be a stranger."
Carl nodded simply. "Okay. I only didn't want to come back because Debbie was there. I'll come back often now."
"Yeah," Ian nodded. "I'll pay you back as soon as I can."
Carl grinned, not caring about that, but he remembered Dexter's money. "My money isn't urgent. But Dexter's money, Ian, you need to talk to Fiona and Lip about paying that back ASAP. The twenty-something thousand from before, plus the lawyer fees this time... it's too much money. Not paying it back isn't right."
How to pay back that much money...
Ian smiled bitterly, thinking to himself. But he nodded anyway. "Okay, I'll tell them."
"Alright, I'm going back. I was in the middle of a movie," Carl said, turning to leave.
But walking through the living room, he saw Frank. He hesitated, then changed direction, walked over, and sat next to Frank.
"Frank, you look like you're dying," Carl said, his tone and expression clearly sad.
Frank actually liked Carl quite a bit, though mainly because Carl did whatever Frank asked most of the time and was easily tricked.
Frank reached out, rubbed Carl's head, and smiled. "I won't die. It's not my time yet. I'll live for many more years."
"Cool," Carl believed him instantly and smiled happily. "I don't want you to die."
"Yeah, you're my good son," Frank pulled Carl gently into a hug for a few seconds, then let go. "Alright, go back and watch your movie. Remember to make good money."
"Okay, I'm going," Carl got up and left.
Watching Carl's retreating back, Frank chuckled, a clear look of triumph in his smile.
He didn't ask Carl for money, not because he had turned over a new leaf.
But because, firstly, his drugs and weed for the near future were secured, so there was no need to scam Carl right now. Secondly, Frank was playing the long game to catch a big fish...
Peg and Carl lived together. Peg obviously liked Carl and disliked Fiona and the others.
So, when Peg died, that money would very likely fall into Carl's hands...
Frank was determined to get that big fish.
Thinking of this, the smile on Frank's face grew even richer.
Not far away.
Ian noticed this, shook his head and sighed helplessly, said nothing, and walked out quickly to buy Frank his drugs and weed.
---
Cook County Jail.
Back here again. In the slightly crowded women's holding cell, Fiona looked around gloomily, silently reciting the thought with a bitter irony.
Debbie, clinging tightly to Fiona, looked around at the other inmates with red, terrified eyes. Her fear deepened, and she started trembling instinctively, pressing even closer to Fiona, wishing she could hide inside her stomach.
Fiona felt Debbie's movement. She looked down, face pained, hugged Debbie, and forced herself to whisper, "Don't be afraid. It'll be over soon."
If she hadn't said anything, it might have been fine. But hearing this, Debbie couldn't take it anymore. She cried and shook her head. "No, it won't. I'm going to be sent to juvie. You guys will go home, and I'll be the only one in juvie..."
Hearing these words.
Bean-sized tears rolled down Fiona's face. She couldn't stop crying. She wanted to comfort Debbie but didn't know where to start. She couldn't speak, only letting the tears fall.
Just then, the other female inmates noticed the newcomers. Because of Debbie's age, they looked over curiously.
Watching them, one woman with flower tattoos on her arms suddenly realized who Debbie was. Her expression turned fierce as she called out to Debbie, "Yo! You're the one from the news who kidnapped the three-year-old boy, right?"
Hearing this.
Debbie and Fiona jolted in unison.
Debbie was terrified to the extreme.
Fiona was terrified too, and at the same time, felt a sense of doom!
Fiona wasn't wrong.
Several other female inmates exchanged looks, their eyes turning unfriendly. Anger appeared on their faces.
Fiona wasn't brave. Faced with a group of real criminals, she panicked completely, her pale lips trembling uncontrollably.
She wanted to threaten them, tell them not to mess around, but she couldn't get a single word out.
Seeing this.
The inmates, led by Flower Arm, began to let out laughter that wasn't loud, but definitely arrogant.
"It really is you! Didn't expect a little girl like you to be so vicious!"
"Little girl, come here. Big sister has something good for you."
"Debbie, right? Look at me!"
"..."
One by one, the inmates threw out scary remarks.
Debbie was scared stupid.
Fiona wasn't much better. Finding strength from somewhere, she spoke with a crying voice, pleading, "Please don't do this. Debbie is just a child who didn't know better. She didn't mean to kidnap him. She knows she was wrong..."
Hearing this, the inmates laughed in unison.
"Didn't mean to? Haha. I didn't mean to stab my dog-shit husband to death either. I know I was wrong too," Flower Arm laughed first.
The others followed suit.
Gruesome crimes were recounted one by one, flowing into Fiona and Debbie's ears.
In a blink.
Debbie and Fiona were completely stunned, frozen like wooden chickens, eyes full of horror.
The inmates saw this, satisfied, and continued their verbal torment mercilessly.
Under the pressure.
Debbie broke. She screamed in despair, "I want to leave! Let me go! Let me go..."
This scream...
The guard on duty appeared quickly, fiercely scolding everyone in the cell.
Flower Arm and the others hurriedly promised to behave, acting obedient.
The guard left.
Once the footsteps faded, without missing a beat, Flower Arm's expression changed instantly. She stood up, took one, two, three steps, and stood before Fiona and Debbie sitting on the bench, looking down at them.
Facing Flower Arm this close, Fiona and Debbie went limp with fear.
Fiona looked up at Flower Arm, terror overflowing from her big eyes. "What... what do you want?"
Flower Arm smiled coldly. "You two, go squat in the corner!"
Fiona was too scared to disobey. She bit her tongue hard, using the pain to give herself strength, then pulled Debbie up.
Just then.
Flower Arm moved fast, slapping Debbie across the face.
Smack!
It wasn't a light slap. The sound was loud.
"I hate people who kidnap kids!" Flower Arm said viciously.
Debbie cried out in pain, looking at Flower Arm in disbelief, about to wail.
"Don't cry! Don't make another sound! Or I'll beat you to death!" Faced with Debbie's gaze, Flower Arm threatened fiercely.
Hearing this.
Debbie hurriedly covered her mouth with her hands, gritting her teeth desperately to keep silent.
Fiona did the same.
Seeing Debbie's reaction, Flower Arm smiled with satisfaction, then looked at Fiona.
Because Debbie was hit, clear anger appeared on Fiona's face and in her eyes, almost overshadowing her fear.
Flower Arm saw it. Her lips curled into a cold sneer. "What? Want to try me?"
Fiona clenched her jaw, wishing she could kill Flower Arm. Unfortunately, she didn't dare move, only glared angrily.
One second, two seconds, three seconds.
Flower Arm was here for killing her husband. She was going to be in prison for many years, no question...
In other words, she was going to prison anyway, what did she have to lose?
So.
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
Seeing Fiona keep glaring at her...
Heh.
"Fxxk!" Flower Arm got annoyed, cursed, and slapped Fiona hard.
This slap was even stronger. Fiona staggered sideways a few steps, hitting the wall before stopping.
"Squat in the corner! If I catch you glaring at me again, heh, say goodbye to that pretty face of yours!" Flower Arm threatened.
Fiona's usual arrogance from the Gallagher house and the South Side was useless here.
As the saying goes, evil has its own grindstone.
Fiona's face was covered in tears, completely and utterly terrified.
Soon.
Amidst the mockery and stares of Flower Arm and the others, Fiona dragged Debbie to the corner. They kept their heads down, daring not look at anyone or make a sound, just biting their lips and crying silently, praying for tomorrow to come quickly.
Outside the cell, to the side.
A female guard clearly witnessed the scene, smiled with satisfaction, ignored it, and walked away to do her job.
This guard had a five-year-old son. For a child kidnapper like Debbie, she had zero sympathy—you could even call it hatred.
---
In one of the men's holding cells.
Steve, who had never been in a cell in his life, immediately became incredibly self-aware upon entry. He carefully lowered his head, avoided eye contact with anyone, squatted in the corner, tucked his head in, and waited for dawn.
The arrogant idiot Lip witnessed Steve's performance and smiled with deep contempt. Then, full of confidence, he decided to execute his plan: get the other inmates in this cell to rape Steve.
Arrogance is a fatal flaw...
Unfortunately, Lip didn't realize it.
Lip also failed to realize—or didn't consider...
In America, there is a very clear hierarchy among prisoners!
Murderers are at the top of the chain.
And crimes against children are at the very bottom!
Meaning.
Lip was the lowest of the low in that cell.
Add to that Lip's mouth, which annoyed people the moment he opened it...
It didn't take long.
The fact that Lip appeared on TV that day for kidnapping a kid became public knowledge in the cell.
Then, logically and flawlessly...
Lip got fixed. Fixed real bad.
These male inmates were different from the females; they were much smarter about how they hit.
So, even though Lip was beaten black and blue, he couldn't make a sound to alert the guards.
After a good while.
"You wait, kid. We'll play slowly tonight!" A massive, muscular black inmate said with a smile.
The crowd dispersed.
Lip, curled up on the ground, bleeding from his nose and mouth, hugging his head tight, stubbornly clenched his teeth. He didn't scream, didn't beg. He desperately endured the pain, grimacing as he crawled up, moved to the wall, and leaned against it, gasping for air.
Nearby, in the corner.
Steve, who had kept his head down but secretly watched Lip get beaten to a pulp, felt incredibly vindicated. It felt awesome. He was overjoyed.
Just then.
Lip, catching his breath, turned his head slightly to look at Steve and sneered cold ly. Then he looked at the muscle man who beat him the hardest. "Yo, he's the mastermind behind kidnapping that kid. Why aren't you beating him?"
As soon as these words came out.
Thump.
Steve's brain buzzed. He was stunned. "????"
Muscle Man: "!!! Fxxk, almost missed one!"
Saying that, Muscle Man charged straight at Steve.
Steve tried to scramble away while desperately explaining, "I didn't! He's lying! I didn't..."
"He was on TV too! I recognize him!" Another inmate who watched the news identified Steve.
Steve despaired: "..."
Moments later.
Steve was getting beaten.
A few minutes later.
Steve, black and blue just like Lip, returned to his corner, shivering and huddled up. He hated Lip to death, swearing that after leaving tomorrow, no matter the cost, he would destroy Lip!
Lip guessed Steve hated him, but didn't guess Steve wanted to destroy him. Looking at Steve, he smiled triumphantly.
---
Chicago, inside a luxury home.
Estefania called Steve many times but couldn't reach him. She was anxious and panicked.
New to the country, unfamiliar with the place, only in Chicago for a few days, and Steve disappeared...
Estefania got more scared the more she thought about it. She didn't dare go out for dinner. She paced anxiously around the house. Finally, she found some food in the fridge, curled up on the sofa, watched TV, and kept calling Steve.
While calling.
Suddenly, Steve appeared on TV.
Estefania's eyes went wide. She focused, trying to understand what was being said.
Unfortunately.
English was really hard to understand.
Estefania couldn't understand and got even more anxious.
In her panic, she hurriedly grabbed the remote, paused the TV, and then, wearing only her underwear, ran out to seek help from a neighbor.
With some effort.
Estefania knocked on a neighbor's door.
A young, handsome guy with eight-pack abs, wrapped in a towel, opened the door.
Instantly.
Seeing Estefania, the guy's eyes went straight.
Seeing the guy, Estefania's eyes went straight too.
She even subconsciously licked her lips, then stared straight between the guy's legs.
After several seconds, Estefania snapped out of it slightly. "Help! My home, come, help!"
The guy smiled slyly, thinking Estefania wanted to fk. He agreed readily. "Ok, ok, don't worry. I'll help you."
Soon, they were back in front of the TV in the luxury house.
Estefania pointed at Steve on the screen, struggling with her limited English to ask for help. "My husband..."
The guy listened for a long time, guessing and inferring, before finally understanding. He was a bit disappointed.
But hey, they were neighbors. Even if no fk, he got an eyeful.
The guy helped out, explaining the situation to Estefania.
After a long, difficult communication session.
Estefania finally understood. Steve was arrested. Trial tomorrow at 10 AM at Cook County Courthouse.
Understanding this, Estefania wanted to go to court to see Steve, so she asked the guy to drive her.
The guy had work tomorrow and instinctively refused. "Sorry, I have to work..."
Estefania understood. She pleaded decisively, "You help me, I help you."
Saying that, she stepped forward and grabbed the guy's package.
The guy was delighted. Didn't expect this twist. He nodded without hesitation. "No problem! I'll drive you to Cook County Courthouse tomorrow morning."
"Thanks," Estefania thanked him happily, then dropped to her knees and got to work.
The guy felt incredible. Then he looked at Steve on the TV...
Damn, this is exciting.
---
The Gallagher House.
Tonight was rarely calm, unlike the usual noise.
Ian quite liked this quiet feeling. It was comfortable.
Frank sat on the sofa, high on meds and weed, feeling fantastic, completely indifferent to what was happening around him.
Ian watched TV quietly for a while, then took Liam upstairs.
After settling Liam, Ian took a shower, pleasured himself, and then lay calmly in bed, picking up the phone Mickey gave him.
Mickey hadn't called again, nor sent a text.
Ian was a bit sad. He opened the gallery, found Mickey's photo, and stared at it blankly.
The more he looked, the sadder he got. The more he wanted to call Mickey, but felt calling would be letting Mickey off too easy...
Torn back and forth...
Ian got more annoyed. He threw the phone aside. Fxxk it. Turned over to sleep.
This behavior...
Just like a teenage girl...
Ian, in essence, was indeed a woman.
---
Mickey's House.
Mickey lay on his bed, drinking and smoking, puff after puff, extremely annoyed.
Mandy had noticed something was off with Mickey since she got home from work.
By now, she was sure of it.
So, thinking about it, Mandy walked to Mickey's door and leaned against the frame.
Hearing movement, Mickey turned his head, glared, and snapped, "What the fk are you standing there for?"
After all these years, Mandy knew Mickey's temper well and didn't mind. She smiled. "What's wrong? Fight with your girlfriend?"
Mandy emphasized the word girlfriend.
Mickey wasn't stupid. He panicked slightly and got fiercer. "What the fk are you talking about?"
Mandy smiled brighter. "I'll give you some free advice. Knowing you, you definitely did something wrong. So, if you love him, apologize now. Don't drag it out. Dragging it out won't end well."
"..." Mickey froze, then roared fiercely, "Fxxk off! I didn't do anything wrong! Why should I apologize!"
"Heh," Mandy sneered. "Suit yourself. Just don't regret it."
Dropping that, Mandy turned and walked away.
Mickey watched her back, zoned out for a few seconds, looked away, and continued smoking viciously, even more pissed off!
Apologize?
Buying all that stuff and delivering it tonight wasn't an apology?
And the result?!
Damn Ian, acting like he was dead, no reaction at all!
Fxxk it!
The more Mickey thought, the angrier he got. He threw his phone and went to sleep.
---
After 10:00 PM.
Karen drove to the alley behind the Gallagher house. She quietly entered the backyard, got into the beat-up truck Lip used for sales, and started stealing.
It didn't take long.
The truck was emptied.
Karen smiled triumphantly, got in her car, and went home. Imagining Lip's reaction tomorrow when he found the truck empty made her laugh.
Without that stuff, Lip would suffer more.
This was what Dexter wanted.
Karen believed Dexter would be very satisfied with her work.
"Just a mission. Don't blame me, Lip," Karen laughed to herself.
---
Dexter's House.
Everything as usual.
Dexter and Bianca watched TV on the sofa, chatting about the events next door at the Gallaghers, sighing with emotion.
Time passed slowly.
Getting late.
They went upstairs, showered, fked, slept.
In a blink, a new day.
Because they had to go to Cook County Courthouse, Dexter called Carl, Ian, and Liam over early for breakfast.
After breakfast.
Everyone got in the car. Dexter dropped Bianca at the hospital first, then headed straight for the courthouse.
9:30 AM.
The four arrived and met Lawyer William, who had been there for about half an hour.
William had already negotiated terms with the DA's office handling the case.
Full acquittal for Fiona, Philip, and Jimmy was impossible. The case's impact was too negative; the DA couldn't bear the consequences of letting them all walk.
Philip and Jimmy needed to plead guilty to being accessories in court. They'd get six months probation, suspended sentence. No jail time, they could go home today, but they'd have a criminal record.
Fiona was a special case. She could be the lucky one—acquitted.
Besides that.
All three had to do two hundred hours of community service.
Fiona getting this deal... was the result of Dexter's insistence.
On the way over, William had called Dexter .
Dexter didn't want Fiona in prison. If Fiona pleaded guilty, her parole would be revoked, and she'd go straight back inside.
William took the money, so he had to make it happen.
Fortunately, as a big-shot lawyer in Chicago, William had pull. The lawyers in the DA's office knew him and were willing to do him a favor.
So, even though treating Fiona specially was a bit odd, it was workable.
As for Debbie...
There was nothing to discuss.
Debbie would be sent to juvenile detention for one year and undergo mandatory psychological counseling for a year.
"Thanks," Dexter thanked William after hearing the details.
William smiled. "You're welcome."
After that, Dexter and the others waited.
William didn't waste time. He went to see the four Gallaghers to explain the situation.
Twenty minutes flew by.
Dexter and the other three sat in the courtroom.
After a short wait.
Lip and Steve, bruised and battered, and Fiona and Debbie, each sporting a clear handprint on their cheeks, appeared in view.
Dexter saw them and was instantly amused, struggling to hold back his laughter.
Those four didn't have an easy night, Dexter thought.
Just then.
Accompanied by the hot neighbor from last night, wearing a short, sexy skirt, Estefania walked into the courtroom. She spotted Steve instantly and shouted anxiously.
"Steve, Steve, my husband, are you okay?"
The shout pierced the air.
Husband?
Fiona: "????"
Lip: "????"
Debbie: "????"
Steve: "..."
Dexter: "O(n_n)O Haha~!"
Hahahaha.
This is too fking funny!
Didn't come in vain today!
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