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Post by Yaling Song on Jun 1, 2018 10:37:21 GMT -5
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Carefully, metal hand over metal hand, she lowered herself down to the ground. Breathing in the musty smell of old texts she was so well-accustomed to, the cyborg leisurely stretched her arms high overhead, loosening the sore muscles. How long had she been in here, anyways? Bleary blinks cleared her tired eyes, worn out from skimming texts in all sorts of absolutely outrageous handwriting, and the girl shuffled her way over to the door. Just as her hands were dusting her apron clear of dust and bits of thread and dried glue, a sudden jerk at her neck caused her to let out a strangled and silent yelp, sitting down heavily in shock with a clank of metal parts. [break][break]
Ah…it seemed that it had happened yet again. For the 436th time in her career as an apprentice, Yaling Song had forgotten to retrieve her wires, leaving them hanging onto the shelf. Slowly, the girl closed her eyes, breathing in heavily in sheer disappointment at herself. Honestly, it happened so much that Ling had no idea why she herself was always so shocked by it. By now, it was an occurrence that came about at least once or twice a week – her greatest record being four times a day. In fact, it was a wonder that she was still alive at this rate, wasn’t it? A sigh escaped the cyborg’s mouth as she gingerly eased her battered metal body from the ground, shaking out her skirts, before returning to the musty bookshelves. In an action that betrayed years of experience, she easily unlooped the end from the hook attached to the top made especially for her use, retracting her wire back into the speaking device that allowed her to communicate as normally as possible. Not being able to speak without the machine near her at all times could get rather irritating, but Ling supposed it was better than nothing.[break][break]
Finally free to go out for her break, the cyborg hung up her apron and sorted away her tools, leaving the book-keeper’s to go for a brief walk. While the apprenticeship was certainly nice enough – free b&b, getting to spend the whole day with books, et cetera et cetera, sometimes it got a little too monotonous for the daydreamer. See, walks were one of Ling’s favorite activities, despite how utterly tedious it may sound to some. Walking around and making small observations, it was all too easy to lose herself in some elaborate plot invented in her mind, where she’d be swept off into the seas on a wild adventure. [break][break]
Already losing herself in some outlandish tale at the sight of a rather pretty white stone on the ground, Ling would find herself drifting through the town, over toward the fence that separate solid land from a cliff that dropped down to the rocky shore. Like most tiny towns in Logueland, this one was located on the shore for easy access to fishing and trade. Being too small to have a real name, the quaint little community Ling resided in was just about the plainest, boringest place you could possibly live in all the world. Rarely were there serious problems, as they were too small to attract pirates or any other type of riffraff. No wonder the girl spent so much of her time dreaming up stories – wouldn’t you do the same if you were dying of boredom?[break][break]
Her feet slipped over each other as she spun lazily around in the sea breeze, wobbling precariously as the weight of her metal torso threw off her balance. “A-Ahh –” A startled gasp burst free from Ling’s lips as she stumbled forward, crashing into the flimsy barrier between her and the sea. Blinking in shock at what had just happened, the cyborg let out a soft shriek, looking downwards.[break][break]
Barely hanging on halfway over the fence, there was the rocky shore and the great blue sea awaiting her, meters and meters below.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2018 22:08:19 GMT -5
A small, nameless town with little to nothing going on. Erik was thrilled of finally becoming a Marine, joining the ranks that his Grandfather, and Father were once a part of. But right now, the teen is nothing, but a lowly chore boy currently positioned at an island that most likely doesn't need the presence of any Marines. Then again this is the East Blue, and not that much trouble happens in these blues as a whole. The green haired Marine wore the typical uniform with hat included. Along with him were three other Marines wearing similar uniforms to Erik. The only difference is that their uniforms hold the kanji, 'Justice' on the back of their uniform shirts. Those three are Ensigns, the basic foot soldiers, and a few ranks above Erik. Each of them have flintlock rifles strapped to their backs while Erik has none due to his ranking. Not that he minds, or anything as he'd rather keep away from using weapons. As the three Ensigns laughed among each other, Erik walked behind them, holding two rather large bags, one in each hand. One was holding tons of food, while the other held...laundry.
Being a chore boy isn't all that sunshine, and rainbows after all.
Despite the occasional look of disgust on Erik's face from the smell of the clothes, he still did this with pride. In the end, Erik was still helping. Not in the way he wanted to, but in time, he will be able to show the world what he's capable of, what a great Marine he could be. The thought of that caused Erik to crack a small smile. "Oi, newblood you doing alright?" One of the Ensigns spoke, looking back at the day dreaming Erik. Suddenly, the green eyed teen came back to earth, looking a bit puzzled before going, "Y-yes sir, of course sir!" As he said this, Erik stopped walking, and saluted the Marine...dropping the bag of dirty Marine uniforms in the process. It took Erik a few seconds before finally realizing what had happened. His eyes widened as he dropped the other bag which luckily didn't spill over as he flailed his arms. "Ahhhh, I didn't mean to drop themmmmmmmm!" Erik yelled as he crouched down to pick up the clothes, placing them each in the bag with a combination of determination, and disgust on his face. "Such a blunder on my part should not go unpunished!" The poor newbie continued on, and on, confusing the Ensigns. "Ah, it's fine. Don't sweat it that much. Not like we're Captains, or anything." one of the Ensigns claimed with a sheepish grin as the others snickered at Erik's behavior. "Heck, I'll even lend you a han-" "No!" Erik interrupted as the other Marine was in mid crouch.
Erik looked up at the puzzled Ensigns, and quickly looked away as they watched him quietly with a bit of shock from his refusal. "Er-uh I mean, this is my duty as a Marine, so I must see to it myself." he claimed, a bit of silence following as he started to pick up the clothes again. The other Marines just looked at each other, and started to walk. "O-kay. Well, you know where the outpost is, so we'll catch up to you later." the Ensign said, still sort of unsure about this, but the three went on their way as Erik continued to put the clothes into the bag. After some time, The lad managed to get everything together. With a sigh of relief, he stood back onto his feet, and picked up both bags. He looked forward, closed his eyes, and exhaled before continuing his walk with that look of determination written on his face.
Unfortunately, his concentration would be broken after a bit from a particular sound....
It was not too loud, but noticeable enough for Erik to stop in his tracks. It was a gasp that took the teen's attention. He turned his head out towards a some fences that divided this land from the open sea. After squinting his eyes, he could see from the distance, a figure....appearing to be in the middle of almost falling over the fence! The moment his brain registered that, Erik's eyes widened once more as he dropped the bags, this time both of them spilling over as he ran towards the person! Right now, all he cared about was someone's life in potential danger. "Heeeyy!" Erik yelled out as he got closer, attempting to grab this person's waist, and pull them back on the right side of the fence! If he were successful, Erik would fall onto his rump from overdoing it with the pulling.
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Post by Yaling Song on Jun 4, 2018 9:29:22 GMT -5
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In a way, such a situation was almost like the adventure and thrill that the girl so yearned for – hanging over the edge like a damsel distress, wasn’t the perfect time to suddenly sprout wings, or for a magical hero to swoop down and save her from the clutches of gravity? Already, the heavier weight in her upper body was making it more and more difficult to maneuver her way back up – her hands weren’t of much use, being unable to release the speaking device she possessed to pull herself back over lest it disrupt her balance even further. It hit her then that – oh shit, this really was the end. Instantly, panic took hold, the cyborg’s body freezing up in terror as she struggled to think of a way to save herself. One of the many disadvantages that came with growing up in a small, peaceful community…little opportunity ever rose for her to really be in danger, and that was truly a dangerous thing.[break][break]
However, just as Ling sucked in her breath, forcing herself to accept this ultimate fate, hands would abruptly wrap around her waist, yanking her backwards. A strangled yelp would force its way from her broken vocal chords, unfiltered by the silver device that she barely managed to keep a hold on. Had she been spared? Were things going to turn out okay? Just as relief was flashing through the cyborg’s entire body, a sudden jerk would pull her attention to the loop of wire still stuck in the fence, tightened against the bending wood. Oh no… With a mighty groan, the fence board snapped in half, sending the two people flying backwards in a sudden release of tension. Ling would find herself most unkindly conked upon the head with her own metal hand, and her torso roughly scraping up against whoever had saved her life. With the sharp metal edges that had developed as the rest of her body had grown, the cyborg internally cringed at how uncomfortable they must be feeling right now, not a single thought spared for her own situation. That was, until the adrenaline from nearly falling off a cliff finally faded back a bit, leaving Ling all too sharply aware of her current position.[break][break]
She was literally sprawled across someone else right now, as could be felt by the awkward heavy breaths near her own head and an unnatural amount of heat radiating up from below her…oh dear. This was awkward – this was very awkward indeed. Wondering briefly as to what to do now, her stay atop this still-anonymous figure would be prolonged by several ugly seconds before Ling finally decided she should probably do something about this, mind still in a blank state of shock. [break][break]
Immediately going full-on red in her usually rather pale face, the cyborg instantly pushed herself upwards, floundering for a moment before shoving herself up to a kneeling position. “Uh—y-yeah. Thanks for saving me, was kinda, um, scared back there…” Nervously playing with the wire of her device, she moved her hands awkwardly to help the stranger before pulling them back just as quickly – with her repertoire of making situations worse than they already were, that’d probably just downgrade this already less-than-welcome scenario. And this guy looked nice enough, too – though obviously very much smushed by a cyborg, and…were those bags of gross spilled laundry around him? Without even noticing herself doing it, Ling’s nose would wrinkle briefly in disgust. Still shaken from the previous occurrence, her focus was nowhere near normal level. Occasionally, her fingers would twitch, trying to find something to preoccupy themselves with. Having never had her life saved by a random person before, this was all rather new to the klutz of a cyborg.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2018 21:52:58 GMT -5
Success! Erik managed to save this person, but it didn't really go as planned.
Unaware of the wire tangled around the fence, Erik pulled this person to safety, but at the cost of part of the fence breaking apart. The combination of this, and above average strength caused the two to fall over, Erik landing on his back with a thud as the other poor soul landed right on top of him. The impact however was more painful than one would expect it to be. The Chore Boy gasped, and gritted his teeth in pain with his eyes shutting for a bit. The person on top of him felt strangely...metallic. Perhaps it is their clothing? But that also didn't make sense because it felt soft. There was also that dreadful feeling of something sharp poking against his chest. The who situation was uncomfortable.
But it was only going to get worse....
"Gah...Hey, are you oka-" Erik opened his dark green eyes, the first thing they set on were the other person's own blue colored eyes. It was then he noticed that the person on top of him now was a woman. This alone was enough to stop the teen from talking. The heat coming off of this mysterious girl's body felt very warm, indicating just how close the two really were. Erik's mouth gaped open as his face turned a dark red. The neatly dressed woman appeared to also be flustered about this, but the young Marine didn't see this. All he saw was a very attractive young lady on top of him in a very...questionable position. All that could be heard within this awkward silence was the gentle breeze blowing which normally wouldn't be heard under normal circumstances. Though the moment was short, it felt like an eternity to the boy, still at a lost for words. The girl finally got herself up, and off of the green haired guy who just continued to lay there looking over to her silently. "Uh...Uh-huh..." Erik slowly nodded to the mystery girl's response. Still, he just laid there looking over to her as the awkward silence kicked up again. When it comes to women, and being this close to one, Erik just doesn't have any experience in that department. He normally has his head in books, or training to make himself a better Marine.
Speaking of...
Erik noticed the girl's disgusted expression, leading him to raise an eyebrow. He was just about to ask if something were wrong, but then he caught on to the smell...that familiar stench. "Ahhh, oh no!" He quickly sat himself up, and turned his head over to the two bags he was previously carrying, now on the ground with their contents riddled all over the ground. "Oh no, oh no, oh no, that's the second time!" Erik yelled with a bit of distress in his tone. Without explaining himself, he quickly got up, tripping over his own feet a few times before making his way to the bags. The clothes were one thing, they haven't been cleaned yet, so all this does is add in extra work, but now the food which most of had no protective packages were all on the ground!! Erik dropped to his knees, balled up one of his hands, and bashed it against the ground. A bit too dramatic, but this meant a lot to someone like Erik. "Dammit! I'm such a screw up. This is shameful." Erik said. At this point, he completely forgot about the predicament he was just in, and began to sadly place the items back into their respective bags. Of course he will have to go back, and get some more food.
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Post by Yaling Song on Jun 10, 2018 7:46:33 GMT -5
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Well, at the very least, the stranger seemed to be feeling every bit as awkward as Ling was. Looking stiff and uncomfortable, his face dyed a dark red, he would stutter along in incomprehensible phrases as the cyborg attempted to retain her own composure. Not like she had any in the first place. [break][break]
Looking back over at the green-eyed man, Ling would notice that he remained lying on the ground. Was he hurt? Had she somehow knocked the wind out of him or something? Debating whether or not to go over or help him up, the girl was just raising her hand to try and bring the stranger to his feet and break the awkward silence when a distressed yell emanated from his mouth. Huh…? Realizing in this moment that her own face had been screwed up into a rather rude frown, Ling clapped her hands over her cheeks quickly in embarrassment. Was she seriously scowling at the person who’d just saved her life? Dang, who knew social skills could even get this bad? [break][break]
However, even more fascinating than her own self-hatred in that moment would be the horrified exclamations that rose up from where the man was, as he shoved himself off the ground with several trips and stumbles before finally making it over to the spilled clothing that laid around them. Wait, spilled clothing? Doing a double take at the scene before her, the cyborg would finally notice the crumpled laundry bags that her savior had apparently been carrying only before, with the sweatiest, greasiest uniforms she’d ever seen, lying around in filthy piles of stench. In addition, random bits of food seemed to have spilled from their containers as well, further adding to the scene of sad destruction that decorated the cliffside like some morbid form of modern art. Even with her rather dull and unexciting brain, Ling would slowly piece together the story, aided by the dramatic wailing and ground-hitting by that strange man. Had he…dropped everything he’d been carrying in order to help her out? [break][break]
Instantly, embarrassment flooded the cyborg once more, something that would have caused a fine blush to rise over her cheeks had her mechanical heart possessed the ability to pump the blood to do so. Scrambling to her own feet as well, Ling grimaced slightly as she plucked a few articles of clothing from the ground, piling it up in a stack so as to ease the workload for the dismayed figure, and wondered at what would be an appropriate thing to say in response to everything that had happened.[break][break]
“So, um, I’m really sorry that all of the happened…is there any way I can, uh, help you out in return?” Trying her very hardest to keep a thankful expression upon her face even while internally wanting to die from sheer revulsion at the terrible smells, the cyborg searched for anything that she could do to be of help. “Um, I can at least replace all of the spoiled food I caused you to drop…haha…” Still not fully recovered from the shock of before, Ling’s speech was slow and awkward, but it got the point enough pretty well in her opinion. Moving the speaking device around to make sure her voice was coming out clearly, she continued with a friendly introduction. “Well, er, I’m Ling, an apprentice of the bookkeeper in this village! Uh, nice to meet you?” The cyborg extended a gloved hand, forgetting that the man was still busily shoving clothes back into their bags.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 11, 2018 12:19:03 GMT -5
Erik had a very stern look upon his face as he continued to scramble around on the ground trying to get everything he could up. Many things were going through his head as he did this such as how much of a pain this would be to clean the clothes now, needing to go back out, and replace the food that was ruined, and the possibility of some Marines walking by, witnessing the fool's blunder, or even worse, what if the freaking Fleet Admiral came strolling by!! You are a disgrace to the World Government as a whole, they would probably say!! Of course, Erik was just overreacting, but still anything is possible! At this point, Erik was pretty much finished with gathering the food that was still good, and was just about to pick up another article of clothing just as he noticed from the corner of his eye that lady he saved a few minutes ago.
Nearly forgetting she was there, Erik was startled at first, but his attention was quickly shifted towards the clothing she was picking up. It was obvious she was trying to help much to her dismay, but Erik wasn't having any of that. He quickly turned towards her, and was just about to tell the mystery lady that it was fine, she began to speak, leading Erik to stay quiet out of respect. What mainly caught his attention wasn't what she was saying, but the odd looking microphone she had held up by her mouth whenever saying something. He has no clue what that is about. Perhaps she isn't able to speak as loudly as she wants to for whatever reason, and needs that? Erik decided against pestering her about this, and slowly shook his head on her offer. "No, it's fine really. I should've been more observant." the boy claimed as he looked over to the remaining clothes, a weak smile developing on his face. His attention was then ripped back to the girl who introduced herself with an extended hand. Erik looked at her hand, than up to her. There was one thing he couldn't deny, and that was how...cute she was. He found himself looking into her eyes again before slowly raising a hand to meet with hers. "Uhh, Erik! Marine...in training." he said as he shook Ling's hand. "Or you could just call me Dubois like my superiors do....or just Jr.....Can call me anything really, ah heh...heh..." he rambled, chuckling nervously, retracting his hand, and using it to rub the back of his head while he got back to his feet.
Erik took the remaining clothing from Ling, and piled them up with the last of it, putting it into the bag. Everything was back together, but there was still the matter of replacing food. The choreboy nodded to himself, and picked up both bags. He was just about to be on his way until he realized how difficult it might be to try, and get new food with his hands currently full. He also doubts any food place, or market will allow someone holding a large bag of smelly clothes inside. He looked to the ground as he thought about this, pondering on what to do. He could just drop them off at the base, and come back, but then the others will know of his blunder! "Well...." he looked back over to Ling. "Maybe it won't be such a bad idea. The whole food thing." he chuckled nervously once more. "It would be a huge help! I'll even pay for it!" he claimed, now in the middle of bowing. Plus being around her for a little bit more shouldn't be all that bad....Quickly he shook his head at the last part.
This was pretty much a mission dammit! There is no time for getting off track.
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Post by Yaling Song on Jun 19, 2018 10:09:05 GMT -5
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The intensity in which the man worked to tidy up all the clothes was rather interesting to the apprentice, who looked upon the scene with conflicting emotions in that rather airy head of hers. While it looked like something out of a comedy skit, there was a strange level of devotion in his actions that would be touching if applied to a job less smelly and menial. It was evident enough even to the less than intelligent Ling that he was truly panicked – what could have driven her savior into such a concentrated frenzy?[break][break]
The stranger’s fervor was quickly displayed once more when his mouth opened, ready to speak as the girl leaned down to begin picking up the soiled articles as well, stopping only when she spoke up. From the crestfallen expression on his face, the man had probably hoped to stop her from helping him out, a prospect Ling found most unusual. Why wouldn’t someone want help in picking up dirty clothes? Shaking loose the thought, the cyborg fingered the silver stem of her device. Unaccustomed to many strangers passing by the tiny town, Ling held little thought for what the man might think of her almost gaudy tool of speech. Those around her were plenty used to it, and no one gave it a second look – well, until this stranger appeared. For now, Erik’s inner questions would simply have to stay unanswered.[break][break]
Instead, quick introductions would be exchanged, her savior being revealed to be a marine in training. Ah…that might explain his nervous tendencies! Were marine missions at this stage of the job limited to just carrying dirty laundry around though? Ah…how unfortunate. But then again, the very first thing Ling had learned to do was how to clean the bookshelves of that musty old room she worked in day after day. Perhaps all lower positions in any situation started with menial labor? Completely unaware of Erik’s current thoughts about her, she shook his hand gladly, metal hand gloved in black fabric unfeeling of any heat. “Alright Erik, nice to meet you!” The boy hefted up his heavy bags, and for a moment the cyborg considered helping out. Yet her mind returned to the stubborn expression upon his face only a few moments earlier, and the decision was made to leave it be. Wasn’t like it affected her or anything.[break][break]
Instead, Ling offered the suggestion of paying the man back in food, an offer which he gladly accepted with an awkward chuckle. Watching Erik dipping down in a hasty bow and an offer to pay, the girl shook her hands quickly, a quick “no, no, no!” issuing from her mouth. “Please, don’t bother! It’s the least I can do, I mean, you literally saved me from falling off a cliff just a few minutes ago, seriously.” [break][break]
With that, she dusted off her rumpled and scuffed skirts, scowling at the dirt and grass stains that now covered the white fabric. It would be a pain to get it out again…perhaps she should invest in darker colored clothing? The thought was swiftly cast aside, however, as the cyborg remembered that her apprenticeship brought her almost no income. Spending it on luxuries such as new clothes was something that wasn’t going to be happening anytime soon… Instead, Ling walked confidently through the village, waving occasionally at familiar faces before turning to look at the marine. “So, what sort of food are you looking for? Stuff that’s just tasty, or healthier, or meatier? Maybe more easily preserved?” Wondering who she could mooch some edibles off of, the girl questioned her new companion, voicing aloud her thoughts in the form of questions.[break][break]
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Post by Deleted on Jun 19, 2018 12:31:14 GMT -5
Odd, while shaking Ling's hand, Erik couldn't shake off this odd feeling. He quickly glanced down at their hands then back up to her, hoping that she wouldn't notice. Her hand felt different...cold even. It was soft sure, but not so much in comparison to his own or any other hand he's ever shook. Still, the man simply dismissed this as it would probably be rude to pry into this as well. "What do you mean?" Erik asked while tilting his head. "It is our job as Marines to protect, and save people. We shouldn't expect anything in return." he claimed with a confident smile, leading up to a nod. "Your safety is all that matters, so I insist, let me pay." Erik said with confidence on his face. This might have been the first time Erik had such an expression on his face all day, looking more like a nervous wreck previously. He takes his duty of being a Marine very seriously, even if he is nothing, but a lowly chore boy right now. After that, Erik noticed the grass stains upon the girl's dress, causing him to frown a bit. Another blunder on his part, he thought to himself. If he were more careful with getting Ling off of the fence, this might not have happened! With that, there was also some grass stains on his uniform as well, mainly on his back, but that could wait for later.
"I-I could take care of that for you as well." Erik claimed, pointing at the woman's dress with a bit of hesitance in his tone. He meant well, but Erik wasn't exactly sure if he should've asked. What if she take it the wrong way, believing that Erik wanted to get her....naked!? The thought of that caused Erik to bite his lower lip, his cheeks glowing as he looked right back at the ground. "I mean! I can get those cleaned as well later at the base, and return them to you. I'd might as well, ya know." he claimed, patting the bag full of dirty clothes. Whether she'd allow him, or not, the two would still be on their way into town to get more food.
Erik walked next to Ling, maybe trailing a small bit behind her. He watched as she greeted the people here. Right, she did say something about being an apprentice to some bookkeeper here, so it would make sense for her to be so familiar with the people here. Hopefully this meant she was familiar with the locations as well since the green headed boy needed a bit of guidance from the other Marines to get around. He continued to glance in Ling's direction with a small smile. At this point, he didn't really notice the microphone anymore, or thoughts of her hand. It was just nice to meet such a friendly person. The moment she spoke to him however, caused Erik to quickly look forward, tensing up a bit in hopes she didn't notice his wandering eyes again. "Errr...All of the above to be honest. The others tend to eat a lot, and are not at all picky." he claimed, looking up at the sky. "Maybe a bit more meat though..." Erik said, letting out a small snicker. "You seem very popular here. I guess being the apprentice of a bookkeeper does that to you, huh?" he asked, letting out a light chuckle, but continuing to avoid eye contact with her.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 24, 2018 17:38:49 GMT -5
After some time, Erik managed to gather the food he needed to replace. With that, he was on his way back to base so he could tend to the dirty clothes. The chore boy waved to Ling as he walked off with a grin on his face.
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OOC - Ling informed me that she wasn't going to be rping here anymore due to things, so I'm going to go ahead, and exit.
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