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[ Trish has been here a few days but kept a low profile since she's having a hard time accepting this fate without anything or anyone that's at all familiar (as far as she knows). Imagine her surprise when the name 'Jessica Jones' pops up on her screen in a text sent out to the masses. She's so excited that her phone fumbles out of her hands to the floor of her apartment. She has to pick it up and steady her hands to text back. ]

Jessica? It's Trish. Thank god you're here. I thought it was just me.

[ Of course Jessica will know it's Trish. If Jess's name popped up then so will Trish's. ]

[ Yeah, Trish's name pops up, but Jessica doesn't exactly believe it when she sees it. It makes her angry. What the hell is this place playing with bringing Trish here? She's also glad that Trish is here, despite being wary of the place. ]

Where are you? Meet me at a bar called The Houndstooth. It's a little upscale for me, but I think you'll like it.

[ She needs to see Trish in person and make sure that she's okay, that this isn't some trick. ]

I'm at the apartment building. I've seen the place. Give me ten minutes.

[ There's a pause here before Trish sends another text that shows how glad she is that Jessica is here and how worried she's been about being in this strange place alone. ]

Don't go anywhere.

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True to her word, about ten minutes later Trish enters The Houndstooth. She's wearing an off the shoulder sweater, khaki skinny slacks and some heels. Her hair is in a perfect ponytail and her makeup done just right. She looks wide-eyed around the place until she finds Jessica at the bar. She should have looked there first.

Her heels click over the floor as she makes her way over to her friend, one arm already outstretched to pull her into a hug. She's just going to hold on for a moment, okay? "Did you just get here? It's been a few days for me. I barely understand what's happening... but this isn't home."

She pulls back and looks at Jessica. "It isn't even our world, I don't think."

[ Jessica hasn't even stopped by the apartment building yet. She's grateful that Trish knows the place that she's talking about though. ]

The hell am I gonna go?

[ By which she means 'of course I'm not going anywhere. I'm excited about seeing you]

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It's no surprise that Trish looks perfect. Jessica has gotten used to perfection from Trish and she would worry if Trish weren't perfect. She expects the hug and leans into it after a moment. She even wraps one arm around Trish to hug her in return. She's relieved to see her, but also worried that Trish has gotten mixed up in something dangerous. She'd already put Trish into a dangerous situation with Kilgrave. She didn't want that to happen here. "Yeah. I've been here a few hours trying to get the low down on everything."

That's met with a scowl. "Some girl told me it was a multi-dimensional mouse trap."

Okay, she hadn't used those words, but it had amounted to the same thing.

For Trish, it's like a suit of armor. If she isn't perfect on the outside then people can see all the metaphorical scars her childhood had left her with and she just can't have that. People idolize celebrities. They also love to rub salt in their wounds when they spot them. They love to see them fall from grace. They love to see them break and crumble. Trish desperately tries not to give the public any fodder for that. Although she's taken some heat lately for defending some of the vigilantes in the area, and powered people in general. She's officially a sympathizer.

What Trish has tried to tell Jessica, and what Jessica can't seem to understand, is that Trish had wanted to help her: with Kilgrave, with the new threat of The Hand. She hates being on the sidelines when her heart so readily wants to help out. She hates feeling useless. Whatever this is, she wants to help here too.

"That sounds about right from what I've heard from other people. There are people here from everywhere, worlds that are... different." She explains moving to sit on the stool next to Jessica's where she orders a glass of rosé from the bartender standing there. "But you and I are from the same world. There might be others."

Jessica is pretty sure that Trish looks perfect when she wakes up in the morning and fuck everyone who doesn't think so. However, despite that, she understands the logic. She feels that way about her jeans. It's her armor to keep herself from ever being vulnerable again.

Oh, no. Jessica understands it, but what Trish doesn't understand is that there are very few things that Jessica loves in this world. Trish is one of them so she can't stand the idea of Trish getting hurt. They're at an impass.

Jessica ponders that a little. She hasn't been here long enough to really be able to confirm that, but Trish has and she trusts Trish. "Maybe. Maybe not. Could be this is our chance to get away from all the idiot assholes."

She doesn't necessarily mean it, but she's okay with it just being her and Trish from their world.

It's just like Jessica to say she wants to be away from others, and maybe or maybe not mean it. Trish knows Jessica well enough to assume that she doesn't really mean it, because while Jessica might grumble and groan about it all day long, she always comes through in the end, when it really counts. It's also just like Trish to want said idiot assholes here so that she can help them if she can. Trish can't change who she is, she has a hero's heart and soul, if not any powers to go with it.

"I'm going to bet that every place has idiot assholes, whether they're from New York or not." She says it with a bit of sadness if just for the truth of it, if just because she knows that Jessica needs and deserves a break even if she won't let herself have one.

Her glass of wine is set in front of her and Trish takes a sip of it. Her eyes half lid and she nods. "Well that's delicious. I should have come here sooner."

After setting her glass down, twisting the stem of it between her fingers back and forth, she looks back to her best friend. "Have you been to the apartment complex? I'm sure you have your own place, but you should stay with me. Strength in numbers, at least until we figure this out." She strategically makes it sound like there's an end date to make it more appealing for Jessica. She wants Jessica to stay with her forever. But she knows Jessica needs her own space too and is worried she'll turn her down.

Sometimes she means it and sometimes she doesn't. She'd be happy to be away from people back home. Sure, she likes Murdock and Luke and even the man child more than she likes most people, but that doesn't mean that she's going to mourn not seeing them on the regular. However, if they were in trouble, she would risk her neck to help. Okay, Trish is right; when it really counts, Jessica will come through.

Jessica makes a noise that's some sort of grumble of agreement.

That gets Jessica's attention and she looks over to Trish. "Now we're on the same page. Your poison is just classier than mine. No surprise there."

She shakes her head at that question. "I went to a bookstore and an electronics store to do some research on this place, but I haven't been to the apartments." Her eyes narrow a little at Trish's suggestion. However, the truth is that Jessica isn't sure she wants to be alone here and she sure isn't ready to let Trish be alone here. She finally nods. "For a little while. Yeah. Sure."

"Classier and better. It tastes like fruit instead of whatever it is that you're drinking." Not that Trish has an aversion to liquor. She's had her fair share of swigs from bottles with Jessica, and even ordered something very strong from the bar before. Wine is just her favorite. It's a joy to drink, not something she has to make herself swallow to get drunk faster. She's only teasing Jessica anyway. There's no judgement. They both have their demons. They both have their struggles.

Trish is very happy that her tactic paid off. With that out of the way, she can just worry about keeping Jessica there with her when the time comes to worry about it. In the meantime, she knows they can live together well because they've done it before. There's no one else she trusts more.

"Did you find anything important out?" She wonders, shifting topics so as not to give Jessica too much time to think on living with her again. "I didn't think about checking the bookstore."

"Bourbon. I'm classy," Jessica responds. Bourbon is way classier than cheap whiskey, right? Eh, not that it really matters to Jess. She drinks to get numb, to cope with life, to avoid giving a shit. She doesn't drink for the flavor. She doesn't mind the ribbing from Trish though (anyone else is a different story). While Trish may not approve of Jessica's drinking, as she mentioned, they both have their demons.

Of course, she is. She knows Jessica too well. She's pretty sure that Trish is the only person that Jessica can live with. She's not a joy to cohabitate with. She is well aware of this.

Jessica likes the change of subject. It's less likely to turn into something she doesn't want to talk about. "Well, first of all, everything is free. Money isn't even an issue, apparently. Go figure that out. I've got to wonder who's fitting the bill for all this shit. Second, there's something called wish magic? Fuck if I know. Apparently, you wish on a star and the star grants the wish, or some bullshit." She fishes her phone out of her pocket and puts it on the bar. "That's provided by this place and is full of all the names of everyone in this place. I haven't had a chance to really give the list a look though."

That makes Trish smirk and laugh. She would have to agree that bourbon is classier than what Jessica normally drinks. Trish is aware of why Jessica drinks. Trish used to self medicate for similar reasons, although to be fair, her mother was the one who started her on those drugs. Now she's become too much of a control freak over her own life to do that. She went from one extreme to the other, as many former addicts do.

"Stepping it up is easy when the liquor is free." She jokes. She'd known that things are free. It's something she's still trying to wrap her mind around.

"A star...?" It takes Trish a moment to realize that Jessica is emballishing. She draws a deep breath and rolls her eyes. Okay, Jess, you got her. She pulls her phone out of her pocket and looks it over with renewed interest. She finds the contact list and scrolls through the names, subconsciously making sure that her mother isn't here, that Will Simpson isn't here, that Kilgrave isn't here. That done, she looks through it more leisurely. "Lots of names I don't know. Oh! There you are. I should have thought to look through this before."

For the most part, Jess would drink lighter fluid if it'd get her drunk. Whiskey is just her poison of choice, but she also dabbles in bourbon and vodka. Jessica is glad that Trish is getting her life back together and she's proud of her for cleaning herself up. Jessica had made sure that she had the ability to do that without interference from her mother, but Trish had done all the hard work.

"Maybe I'll have to give scotch a shot," Jessica volleys back. That's always been way out of her league. She's not really buying the 'free' thing either. It's one of those things she'll have to see to believe. It'll definitely make her bad habit easier to foot.

Yup. Embellishing. She does that on occasion. The fact that Trish buys it a moment makes Jessica smirk. Jessica has been a little afraid to look for Kilgrave. He's dead back home. Gone and dead, but she'd heard those people can show up here as well. "I didn't think of it either until someone told me too." She's gotta let Trish off the hook for that. She's her girl.

"I went on a few dates with a man who drank something called Glenfiddich, but only if it was a certain number of years old. A tumbler glass of it was ninety dollars and upwards. I can just never bring myself to spend that much on alcohol." Give her a middle of the road bottle of wine and she's happy. In rougher times she'll even drink the box wine if that's all that's available.

She thinks about it a moment and then rolls her eyes and shakes her head. "It's also possible he was just showing off. But it made me think less of him anyway." Trish has always been very charitable with her money. Also, because of an irrational fear of running out of money when she might need it, she doesn't overspend on things.

"My apartment here is nice. Our apartment. It already has steel reinforced doors and extra security locks... which is nice." Jessica understands how Trish feels about her own security and why. "We'll stop at the front desk and get a second key card."

There's only one thing that catches Wade's attention, well, okay, two things. First, and most importantly, the woman mentions Tony Stark who is hubba-hubba rich. Shut up, rich can make most anyone very attractive. Number two: she's drinking whiskey straight from the bottle and that's just awesome. Respect for that. Number three, okay so there's three things, she's a looker in spite of the scowl on her face and the bite in her tone. And truth be told, Wade likes the scowl and the bite too. It makes her interesting in a place where everyone is just all too terribly and terrifyingly nice and good -- BLECH!

There's a flash of the red and black of his Deadpool attire as he zips down from the end of the bar where he'd been picking on the bartenders, really they're not having the best of luck with customers these days, and settles up on the bar, yes sitting on the bar, next to the surly woman. He crosses his arms over his chest and tilts his head.

"Sooooo, you the Stark man? Dish the dirt! Is he really dating his secretary or is that just gossip fodder for the rag mags? Does he fondle his bank account? I would. Is he a top, bottom or a switch and how much do you wanna bet he and the Captain of 'Murica have gotten it on? These are things the population needs to know!"

Jessica doesn't actually know Tony Stark, but everyone in her world knows of him and he's the only one she knows of with enough money to set up some weird shit like this. She'll take the respect for drinking whiskey and the scowl, but if he mentions her attractiveness, she'll most likely punch him.

The weirdo in the red and black mask got her attention. She remembers seeing something about a jackass that wore red and black and blew a lot of shit up, but it's on the edge of her memory. She'd been doing some research and he hadn't been the target of her research, but he'd come up as a blip that she'd filed away for possibly interesting and moved on. He was just another idiot in a costume that thought he could save the world (or maybe doom it, who the hell knows). The way he perches up on the bar gets a glare from Jessica, but she doesn't say anything, simply takes another swig of whiskey. She's going to need it to talk to this asshole, who seems intent on talking.

"The fuck would I know about Stark except that he's rich as midas and is the only one I know who could fund this shit show."

Oh she's crabby as all get out. This should be fun. Wade likes poking at wild, crabby things. He especially likes it when they poke back, all puns intended. At any rate, he's used to people being angry/frustrated/all the bad emotions with him. This is no big deal, no different. So he'll just plow ahead as if she's talking all sugar and spice and everything nice.

"Ohhhh I don't know." He says, one shoulder lifting in a shrug and a hand gesturing as if in question. "You're the one who brought up Tony bank account fondling Stark. But really if you think about it, that's a lot of presumptuous blame to put on a guy you don't even know. I LIKE IT! Maybe he's responsible for the whole thing! Maybe he's responsible for the closure of the porn shop in my neighborhood back home too, now that I think of it... asshole."

He's scowling now, but quickly turns back to conversation after being angry for only a moment. There's more than one porn shop in his neighborhood, after all. "Although the wish magic seems even above his pay grade. He works in electronics, not magic... admittedly the two aren't always mutually exclusive. But still! You know I'm right. Nope, there must be another culprit. So, Nancy Drew, give me another name of someone you don't know so we can sleuth out why or why not they're responsible. It'll be fun!"

Awesome. She reacts so well to being poked at. She does poke back though. Honestly, it's not personal. She's like this with everyone except Trish and sometimes, she's like this with Trish.

Jessica rolls her eyes at him and takes a long swig of whiskey. She's going to need a lot of it if this guy is going to continue to talk to her. "Yeah. Write him a strongly worded letter," she suggests sarcastically.

"Wish magic? The fuck are you talking about?" Also, does she look like Nancy Drew? But she'll address that in a moment. Right now she's stuck on 'magic'.

"Okay, we'll skip the blaming of more strangers for all our woes and move right along to questions that start with 'what the fuck'. As far as segues go it's not great, but it'll do in a pinch." He says, swinging his legs back and forth over the edge of the bar for a moment to the beat of the music playing overhead - some classic rock song that's actually pretty catchy.

He gestures a hand in her direction. "You must be right off the boat cause the wish magic is the best thing about this place! I've only been here a few days and even I know about it." He says that with a certain amount of pride. There was the whole stuffed unicorn thing and he was thrilled that he'd tested it out and it was true. It happened.

"Let's say you need a little excitement in your life and you decide your old vibrator just isn't cutting it. So you wish you had a new vibrator. A bigger one with better vibration. We're talking a V8 engine kind of vibration. Somehow, mysteriously, shortly after you've wished it, there you have it - the Ducati of all vibrators. So you use it that moment and you get more than a little excitement, you get the orgasm to end all orgasms. Voila! Wish magic."

He laughs a bit. "Now, if you had a guy in a red suit, like me, you wouldn't need the Ducati of all vibrators. Just sayin'... putting it out there, only not literally... yet. Do you want me to put it out there so you can hop right on?" He whispers to the side to some unseen someone. "Get it? 'It' is my penis."

"Seems relevant right now," Jessica smirks a little. The music isn't bad. It's not exactly the sort of music she listens to, but it'll do in a pinch. At least it's not country.

"By a few hours," she admits. Yes, one of her first priorities had been getting a drink. She'd also done a little bit of research before hand and what she'd found had been worthy of a drink. She remembers a little about wish magic but she'd skipped over it in favor of monsters, which had seemed more important at the time. It's not as if Jessica wants many things. An endless bottle of whiskey would be awesome though.

His explanation gets a bored look out of her. If he thinks he's going to shock her, it's not likely. "Yeah. I get the idea." She's not sure how she feels about it, but don't be surprised if she ends up with an endless flask of whiskey. She takes another siwg of it and snorts at the next bit.

"Thanks but I can handle myself ust fine."

"Ooooo I got a total newb on my hands. Even newbier than me! This is fun." Wade claps his hands together and rubs them as if he were coming up with some diabolical plan. He's not. He just likes looking like he's coming up with diabolical plans. It keeps people on their toes, keeps them guessing, and second guessing, and third... you get the point. In any case, he could tell her that the sky will be purple tomorrow and she wouldn't know if he was telling the truth or not. Lucky for the both of them, this place is crazy in its actual reality.

Bored about vibrators? What a sad sad life she must lead. Wade thinks vibrators are something to be excited about. So the fact that she looks bored makes him feel... pity for her. He doesn't much care for feeling pity. That's an emotion he's ill-equipped for, something he left behind when he let himself be experimented on to save his own life. Only he feels it now. Ew.

He does feel accomplished at making her snort, so there's that. It's a minor accomplishment for him since he's kind of stilted in any interaction.

"Oh I'm sure you can. Mental image...." He pauses, looks up at the ceiling for a moment, then nods. "Yep. That's a good one to keep in the reservoir banks of the brain for later." Then he offers her a gloved hand. "Welcome to Itinere! Call me Deadpool... or Mr. Sexy McSexmaster of the land of Sexonia - your choice."

"Not so much." Definitely not as much fun as he thinks he's having, or maybe she's just not having any fun. He's a litle skeevy and Jessica is accustomed to dealing with skeevy guys. He can diabolical all he wants, she's not taking the bait.

She's got much bigger problems back home than being bored with vibrators. She's a little preoccupied back home. Really, he doesn't need to pity her. She's good without pity from anyone, particularly from a guy in black and red spandex.

"Ewww," she makes a face at him and swigs back some whiskey. She looks at his hand like it's diseased, but eventually takes it. "I'll stick with Deadpool if I feel the need to call you." She grumbles a little then finally introduces herself. "Jessica."

Deadpool is usually having the most fun of anyone in the general vicinity of him. Of course, he's usually only really concerned with the fun and entertainment of himself. He thinks he's the funniest and wittiest guy in the room and therefore he is that thing. Nevermind that no one but that weird megasonic chick and Weasel ever seem to be even remotely entertained by him. He's his own audience for the most part. Well, him and those people reading and watching that he knows are there.

Everyone has much bigger problems back home. He just chooses to amuse himself in spite of them - which is probably part of his own insanity, to be fair. Behind all the skeeviness and the jokes and the 4th wall breaking hides a guy who is hiding some srs bsns pain deep down. He's just become an expert at hiding it and ignoring it for the most part, even before the experiments that sent him into madness happened.

He chuckles at her 'ewww' and seems overall delighted by their entire interaction thus far. "Great! I love that name! My friend Weasel helped me come up with it when I decided to try on the whole alternate identity thing. Every masked identity needs a bad ass sidekick, am I right? Mine's Weasel. He gets my witty banter, feeds me alcohol, has questionable motives and wouldn't back me up in a fight - really lives up to his name. Everyone needs a Weasel."

At least his self esteem isn't suffering? Though Jessica has enough of her own issues to recognize that this guy probably has a boatload of them, and that's not including the obvious insanity.

Everyone has pain and if they say they don't, they're lying. At least that's Jessica's expert opinion.

One of them is having fun. Though, seriously, she could be talking to someone much more boring and much more interested in small talk, or worse, getting to know her."Sounds like a real winner." Though, it sounds a little like Malcolm and dammit now she misses the idiot. She takes a deep breath and a swig of her drink. "Don't you ever get tired of talking?"

Or is that just her?

Small talk is something Deadpool only uses in an ironic fashion, or only if he actually starts to care about someone beyond the 'friend' and 'must keep safe' aspect of how he views his friends. Lucky for Jessica, Deadpool isn't there yet with her, and may never be. Time will tell. People don't often befriend him in his real life, they don't befriend the real him, anyway. He doesn't expect this place to be any different.

"Funny story. Many an evil super villain has asked me that question, the worst of all of them, a villain named Francis." He laughs, a good belly laugh that even has him grabbing at his stomach. "Can you believe it? An evil dude whose name is FRANCIS??? Yeah, he eventually had to strap me down and gag me to shut me up. He was really into BDSM, now that I think about it. And even then, I just talked around the gag so the jokes on him!"

He pauses and shrugs. "Or it would be if I hadn't killed him. Dead guys don't find jokes very funny. But to answer your question, nope, not at all tired of talking. I could go all night! And in the daytime. I'm told I talk in my sleep too so... or maybe it's more like a mumble."

It seems to be a multi-dimensional hub. People get pulled in here from all kinds of different worlds. Sometimes they can leave and sometimes they can't. Guess you drew a golden ticket like the rest of us - a metaphorical golden ticket, not a real one.

Hi. I'm Dawn.

Multi-dimensional? Fuck.

I'm Jessica.

Nice to meet you, Jessica. Sorry you got pulled into here with the rest of us. It isn't so bad so far, mostly. There was a week where we were haunted by ghosts and the ghosts turned into monsters, but we nipped that right in the bud. From what I'm told, strange things randomly happen here. Most of the day to days are pretty normal though.

I'm working on figuring out the why of us being brought here. There's always a why, in my experience.

Yeah. Me too. You're kidding. Monsters and ghosts? That's bullshit. Strange things like bullshit monsters and ghosts?

Yeah. There usually is.

Yeah, those kinds of strange things. I'm guessing at least. I've only been here long enough to see that one strange thing. I mean, if you don't count the wishing thing or the rooms in the apartments that change to your whims as strange, which I realize some people would. Also, money isn't a thing here, which is cool.

Yeah. The wish thing was explained to me. Seriously? They're not going to charge me for a bottle of whiskey in the liquor store?

They won't charge you a dime. Pretty cool, right? All the all night keggers you want. Personally, I prefer the fruitier drinks but, you know, you do you.

Also, I'm here with my older sister and my boyfriend. So people you know might show up eventually, if they aren't already here. I'd look around a bit or check your phone. Names appear or disappear in your phone as people come and go.

They know my poison.

I'll give it a look. People disappear from this place often?

They know a lot about us, apparently. They brought my whole house from home here, a house that was destroyed several years ago. Everything is just like I remember it too. Kind of creepy how they did that.

I've only been here a few weeks, but I've heard people talk about others who used to be here. So I'm guessing it's pretty regularly. Then again there seem to be others who have been here a super long time. Basically, I'm gonna check on my people once every hour and try not to tie them up in the basement to keep them here with me, you know? Not that I would actually do that. The basement is occupied anyway.

Okay. Yeah. That's screwed up, getting in our heads that way. What the fuck? Who the hell do we beat the shit out of until they stop getting in our heads?

[ It's possible that this is a personal and touchy topic for Jessica.]

Keeping an eye on the people you care about is always a good idea.

I don't know. That part, I'm still trying to figure out. I've heard there are people in charge - beings of some kind. I haven't run into them yet though. And I've heard their sightings are pretty rare.

Do you have people here? People from your home world?

Beings. Well that's straight forward of them. Fuckers.

My best friend is here. You?

[ It's easier for Jessica to appear polite in text]

I'm keeping an eye out for anyone out of place. If I spot one of them, I'm going to be like latex on Madonna with them until I get some questions answered.

My older sister is here. So is my boyfriend. It's good not to be alone. But mostly I'm glad they're here cause I'm pretty self sufficient in a lot of ways, but I also tend to be a trouble magnet and they have to save me. I'd just be in constant trouble if they weren't here.

Okay then. I bet you'll find out answers.

And you think trouble has followed you here?

If I find out anything I'll be sure to let you know so you can look out for your BFF.

It's entirely possible. I mean, it's basically my M.O. So maybe an apology ahead of time is an order and also an I'll try not to do it again... although let's be real, trouble is a thing.

I'd say Seal shenanigans but I think only Hu would understand what I was talking about.

So...magic? Inter-dimensional travel? Take your pick, it's all pretty applicable, but at least here, sometimes you can go back home, from what I hear.

You're totes entitled to be mad about it, though. I was the first couple of times it happened to me. Most people are. I think.
In my experience, anyway, they are.

Also, hi, I'm Izzy.

Well, since I'm not Hu, I've got no idea what that means.

Yeah, I've been hearing the same thing. The thing that's bothering me is the why. Hos is for the brainiacs. Whatever, but why worries me more.

Yeah, sorry, never mind. Just...another way of saying "unexplained" I guess. The way things pretty much existed perpetually at home.

Anyway.

How will never make sense to me, either. Why...that's always a good question with nary an answer in my experience. Or if there is an answer, it doesn't tend to be one that people like very much. This place is pretty chill though, for whatever that's worth, so I don't think whatever it is is like nefarious or anything.

Edited 2017-09-22 01:27 (UTC)

Well goody grape for you not thinking things are nefarious. In my experience, when people fuck you like this, there's always something malicious or nefarious going on.

[ Well, now the Solo side of her is about push the Djo out of the way to take over. ]

Okay, look lady. You can be mad all you want but I'd know if there was something nefarious going on because I would feel a disturbance in the Force and I don't, so you can be snippy with me but that isn't going to magically make things malicious. They're not. So...yeah.

Good luck and have a great day or whatever. I'll leave you to it.

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