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Post by Gilwen on Apr 15, 2009 23:55:53 GMT -5
“Lovely, it is quite refreshing. I wish you to wade in with me. I thought that you would like it here.”
He had crouched down in front of her, his handsome face almost eye level with hers. Gilwen had to work to keep her eyes on his, feeling the tug of his bare torso and bruise on her. Still she did manage to do such a thing. "Oh, I do like it here." She smiled. It was the truth; the spot was lovely. She simply did not know how to swim, and even wading would probe to be too close to being submerged for her own liking.
He moved to remove her shoes, and before the little woman had time to protest they were off and beside her and his hands were on her stockings. "Faeldor, what are you doing?" She asked hastily. Did he want to force her into the water? The way he spoke next surely seemed to imply such intentions. "And if you take your shoes off, they will not have to get wet like they will if I carry you in.”
"Carry me in?" She asked quickly. "Faeldor, you should not carry me. Not with your injury." She murmured. Though her face seemed quite determined in the matter. If he wished to disregard his own health, that was his own business. She would not harm him, or let herself be a part of the his own self-harm.
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Post by Faeldor on Apr 16, 2009 0:06:41 GMT -5
Faeldor watched Gilwen closely. Well, she would not have lied about not liking the place; and she had certainly enjoyed the view. He believed her, and her pretty smile. But there was more to it. He was not certain why she would not join him, but he meant her to either way.
The man continued and removed the woman’s stockings even as she protested. His eyes were caught for a moment on the bruised ankle, and he sighed slightly at seeing it. The colors were not so dark as before, at least, but it was still dreadful. It only encouraged him all the more though, as he touched it tenderly, before placing her little feet upon the soft grass. “It will soothe your ankle as well, it will be good for you,” he muttered.
"Faeldor, you should not carry me. Not with your injury."
The woman looked rather determined, and her face was somewhat stern, but Faeldor was in far too playful a mood to believe the look. “Well if you should go without protesting, I will not injure myself further.” As he spoke, he stood up, and then he bent as if to lift the woman up from the ground and into his arms.
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Post by Gilwen on Apr 16, 2009 0:20:16 GMT -5
He had seen her ankle and sighed, Gilwen finally biting her lip. It must have looked pretty bad to warrant such a sigh from him even in his elated mood. He tenderly touched it and she sighed herself. It did not hurt her in the least, though, and simply soothed her slightly. "It may soothe my ankle, but it does not need any further soothing." She replied pointedly.
He still seemed intent on getting her to the river though. “Well if you should go without protesting, I will not injure myself further.” The way he put it made Gilwen torn; if she protested he was putting further harm on him on her, and if she went with him, she was surely not going to be comfortable enough to enjoy herself. Why on earth was he being so insistent?
He stood, and for a moment Gilwen thought that he was done pressing her on the matter. Except he bent to sweep her up in her arms. She squealed slightly, and stood, rushing away and back toward the woods. "Faeldor, please! Go enjoy the water. I simply want to stay here." She motioned to the grassy earth beneath her. The words were pleading, and she quickly readied herself to bolt once more if he started toward her.
That river was going to stay at some sort of distance.
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Post by Faeldor on Apr 16, 2009 0:41:46 GMT -5
“I cannot enjoy it without you, my sweet Gilwen,” Faeldor made his face to look distraught, though he soon again smiled as the woman jumped up and darted away from him, barefoot across the grass. The lovely little thing wished to play with him? Well, he would catch her.
So, she wished to play a game of chase? He laughed slightly to himself, and took off after the woman, his long legs easily catching up to her, and his strong arms encircling her. He stood for a moment to embrace his lady. “Come, it will be no fun for me without you,” he grinned against the woman’s hair, pressing a kiss to her head. Then without further ado, he scooped her up into his arms, careful not to strain himself.
“You can stay right here I think,” the man started as he walked back toward the riverside. “I like you right here with me, better than over there by yourself. I will enjoy the water with you.” His steps were light and sure, feeling free against the soft grass underfoot, and he made his way right past the horses to the riverbank, stepping into the cool, shallow water. His voice was one of amusement, as he carried her in with him.
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Post by Gilwen on Apr 16, 2009 1:00:37 GMT -5
“I cannot enjoy it without you, my sweet Gilwen.”
Oh, he surely could if he had wanted to. Gilwen frowned herself, especially seeing him smile. It seemed somewhat mischievous, and Gilwen put herself on guard. He was going to try something; just what Gilwen was not quite sure. He took off toward her, and immediately the small woman turned to rush away, but his long strides made it easy to catch up to her, and his arms were about her holding her in place. "Faeldor, please. No," she pleaded frantically, trying to wriggle free of his grasp. Her heart was pounding furiously, and the game that the horse master seemed to think he was playing was not at all amusing to the woman.
“Come, it will be no fun for me without you.” Faeldor said to her as he kissed the top of her head in a way that usually brought her comfort. Still, that did nothing to still her fears and unease this time. "Faeldor, no, you do not understand!" She cried as he scooped her up in his arms. "Put me down, you'll hurt yourself!" She whispered fervently. Though, as he moved her toward the water she realized he would pay her no mind. She immediately clung to his neck, dreading the approach to the river.
The horses seemed to be looking at them both, and because she could see the mares, Gilwen knew she was getting close to the water. "I like to be with you, too. But please, put me down. I will be with you after you have had your fun in the river," she blurted fervently, tightening her already frantic hold around the man's neck and burying her head against his neck.
She could hear him wading now, and her heartbeat increased even more. What if she floated away? What if she could not float at all and simply drowned there?! Her parents would be left stranded on their own to fend for themselves, and she would be lost and forgotten. Why would her Faeldor do this to her? Was he not the one who thought their communication unclear? What part of no did he seem to not understand?
They had waded out a good distance, at least to Gilwen, from the bank, and she was frantically gripping to Faeldor's person, not paying any heed to the fact he was shirtless. He finally stopped moving and she could feel his arms begin to set her down. No! She thought horrified, pulling herself against him all the more. Except she had forgotten of his chest! She instantly felt guilty for holding him so tightly. Had she hurt him? She could not tell. She released her hold on him suddenly, not wanting to chance harming him anymore, but fell backward into the water, gasping and fighting to right herself quickly. Don't drown, don't drown... she thought to herself fervently, as she finally stood, her eyes still wide in terror.
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Post by Faeldor on Apr 16, 2009 9:19:17 GMT -5
”It is fine, I will put you down now then,” Faeldor answered the woman, smiling slightly, as he gently lowered her feet to the water. The river was only knee deep, and he had expected that she would stand quite easily, as the bottom was not slippery. However, it seemed that her clinging to him increased for a moment. Then she let go completely, and Faeldor was certain that she would be fine. It seemed only a moment though, before she had lost her balance.
As Gilwen fell backward into the water, he had grasped at her, but she was too quick to catch. It seemed that she struggled for a few moments, but righted herself quickly, and stood herself back up, gasping. It was then, that Faeldor noticed the fright in her eyes. “I had not meant to drop you…” he muttered to the woman above the sound of the rippling water, as he took a step forward and quickly encircled her waist, carefully bringing her little terror wracked body against himself.
He began to feel that his Gilwen was now quite upset over something, and not simply playing a game with him. Perhaps her attempts to evade him and the water had been real. She had seemed a bit frantic… He frowned for a moment, then asked, “What is wrong? Is the water not refreshing for you? I should say it is quite lovelier than lye water... And the smell of it does not make me wish to stay away from you." He teased her slightly about that day, hoping that it would calm her and make her laugh at the thought.
The coolness of her soaked clothing felt heavenly upon the man’s skin, and he wrapped his other arm around Gilwen’s shoulders. “Are you afraid of the river, Gilwen?” he finally asked her, looking down at her and wondering if perhaps that is what her fuss had been. His arms were now protectively secure about her, and if she did try to push away, he would not let her fall again.
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Post by Gilwen on Apr 16, 2009 11:11:57 GMT -5
Gilwen, finally securely on her feet, took a moment to assess the situation. She was alive, and she was able to stand. Perhaps the river was not as deep as she had thought it. It came up to her knees or so, and as long as Gilwen did not move, she perhaps had nothing to fear. Faeldor's face seemed to change to one of concern, though he seemed to persist in his teasing.
Yes, it was true, the water was much more soothing than that of the lye wash bin she dealt with daily. It was clear, and crisp and fresh; not even a hint of discomfort came from the river water. Still, given her nerves she hardly spoke on the matter. It was of no great loss, though, for Faeldor seemed to continue.
“Are you afraid of the river, Gilwen?” He had wrapped his arms protectively around her, and the woman's fear of floating away seemed quite ridiculous to her at that moment in time. “No,” she lied softly. She cringed at the very thought that she had lied and looked up to him after a moment. “Yes...”
She did not know how to swim. It was altogether a new experience to see so much water and to be in it. Still, she did not wish Faeldor to think she was simply scared for no reason. She took a deep breath and continued ever so softly, “I cannot swim.” She almost sounded ashamed, and Gilwen eyed the moving waters once more and then glanced back at the bank. If she could bring herself to free herself from Faeldor's grasp, she would surely head back to the grasses. Though it seemed as if Faeldor had no intention of letting her loose.
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Post by Faeldor on Apr 16, 2009 13:58:48 GMT -5
It was quite true; the man had no intention of letting gentle Gilwen out of his arms now that she was finally there again. So, she was afraid of the river. And she had told him ‘no’ at first, but then shortly rephrased her answer. He wondered why she did such… he would not scold her for being afraid of a thing.
If she had been afraid of something else; perhaps he would have handled the matter differently. But water… a harmless little river. She would do well to accustom herself to it, and she would like it in the end.
“I cannot swim.” She sounded so ashamed with her own words! And for what reason? He saw her eye the bank, but he was not about to let her get out of the water, for he thought he would never get her back in again. “Darling, I did not assume that you could swim. I am sorry that I frightened you as such… I thought you were playing with me. There is no need for swimming with a request to wade in the water. But look, it is only up to your knees, and it is no deeper than this as far down as that bend you see past the trees.” He turned slightly so that she might see where he was motioning, and break her eyes from the grassy shore.
“And I would not let you drown. You are being held this very moment by a man who was born in Belfalas. Mother had me in the sea before Father even had me upon the horses. When I stayed with my grandparents in the summers as a youth, the young girls would cheer me on as I would always be one to win the races against the other lads.” It had quite encouraged his abilities. To be thought of as a
“Still your fears, sweet one. If I could have saved you from these raging knee deep waters when I was but eight years old, I think I might be able to protect you from them when I am six and twenty.” He kissed the woman’s forehead, never lessening his grip. “Come, put your arms about me. The cool pressure is a blessing to my skin. Sit down with me in the waters, and I will hold you safe.”
The best way, in fact, to still a fear, was to simply be exposed to it. At least a fear such as this; as there were obvious fears that one should never need be exposed to. But a fear of water could easily be conquered, as long as he gave Gilwen no reason to longer be afraid of it. If he would have known her fear to start with, he would certainly not have gone about carrying her in the way he did.
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Post by Gilwen on Apr 16, 2009 17:11:35 GMT -5
“Darling, I did not assume that you could swim." Gilwen frowned lightly. If he had assumed her to not be able to swim, why would he bring her out to a river? Quickly it faded, though, for as he continued she reminded herself that he was indeed familiar with the area, and had known the water to be shallow all along. Now she felt like a fool, to have not trusted him fully. He turned to motion for her, so that she could see the boundary that he had unknowingly placed on her wanderings. She would not venture near that bend.
It did, however bring her eyes away from the shoreline, ultimately returning it to him. Faeldor insisted that he would not have let her drown, and that feeling of foolishness grew even stronger, and she looked away from him once more, and down at her drenched dress, as part of the hem floated lightly atop the water. "...the young girls would cheer me on as I would always be one to win the races against the other lads.” She faltered a moment, and inwardly smiled.
She had begun to imagine Faeldor as a young boy, the shore full of lovely little girls to cheer him on. At such an age, she was certain he had been the secret, or perhaps not so secret, crush of all of the young girls in Belfalas. Especially if he was the champion of the races!
Her light thoughts turned sour though as Faeldor seemed to tease her fear once more. "If I could have saved you from these raging knee deep waters when I was but eight years old, I think I might be able to protect you from them when I am six and twenty.” He had kissed her forehead to accent it, but it made Gilwen slightly more upset. Was he drawing attention to the fact she was unable to swim? Something he had been brilliant at at such a young age? These waters were hardly raging. If he wished so greatly for a woman that could swim, perhaps one of the young women from Belfalas that had cheered him so would prove a better match.
“Come, put your arms about me. The cool pressure is a blessing to my skin. Sit down with me in the waters, and I will hold you safe.”
So he had no intentions of letting her wade back to shore, or helping her do such a thing either. For a while she did not make a move toward him at all. Gilwen simply stood, and longed for the grass to be under her feet once more. She looked into his eyes a moment, and the sternness that they had held slowly dissipated and she sighed. It was terribly hard to stay so firm with one whose eyes calmed your soul. "If you do not let go of me," she finally consented softly.
She stepped closer to him, then; careful of her heavy skirts and his right side, and wrapped her arms about his waist. She startled a bit, though, suddenly recalling that he had stripped himself of his shirts and her hands were touching his bare skin. She blushed lightly, though hid her head against his chest.
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Post by Faeldor on Apr 17, 2009 10:28:22 GMT -5
For a time, Faeldor thought that Gilwen would be upset with him and disapprove, demanding to be removed from the water. There were some moments when she would not come close to him, and she appeared to be upset by his comment on saving her. This distressed him, and he felt entirely guilty for saying such to her. He had only thought it would either comfort her, or cause the pretty lady to laugh again. Not cause her grief or insult.
Finally, she consented, and drew close to him. It was comforting in more than one way. “I will not let you go,” the man answered her. “In fact, I should like to be with you forever, my Gilwen.” Faeldor stood with her for some moments, waiting slightly so that she could calm herself and be ready to sit down in the cool waters.
The man took his time and slowly loosened one of his arms from the woman, turning her slightly, but still holding her firmly in the other. He walked with her a short distance where the water was a bit shallower, and then he grasped her again. He moved to kneel carefully, minding the strain on his side, and as he did so his hands moved lower about Gilwen’s waist. Soon had grasped her hips again in both hands and drew her to kneel down with him on the sandy bottom, helping her with her skirts so that she might not be tangled and feel afraid. The water came up low on the man’s chest, and a bit higher on Gilwen’s. But she had no need to fear, for the man held her firmly, and the smooth flowing water did no more than tug at her skirts bubble against her skin. Faeldor blocked her from moving downstream, and held her to his side with one arm.
Then, he reached out to grasp her opposite hand, and he took it in his, holding it just at the surface of the water so that she might feel the ripples course over her and tickle her skin. He smiled all the while.
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Post by Gilwen on Apr 17, 2009 10:49:42 GMT -5
Faeldor promised that he would not let her go, and Gilwen’s body eased slightly. Such words seemed to almost completely counteract the distress she felt toward his last words. Then, they were gone completely from her mind: “In fact, I should like to be with you forever, my Gilwen.”
That simple sentence sent Gilwen’s heart into a whirl, once more bringing a color to her cheeks. Such words of devotion she had never expected to hear from a man; and had anybody inquired as to her thoughts on the matter simply a month ago, she would have honestly answered that it would never come to pass.
It surprised her slightly that he had said such a thing to her, though she hardly was upset by it. She closed her eyes a moment and thought on them. Yes, I should like that, too. For a moment she gazed up at him, smiling a happy response.
Though it did begin to fade the minute he turned her to help her wade to a shallower spot. He had begun to kneel, and it was well that he had put his hands on her hips to guide her down; for a moment Gilwen had wished to change her mind and simply continue to the shore without him. Soon, though she was in the water with him, keeping near his side.
He reached for her other hand, the one that was not firmly grasping him, and held it on the surface of the water, and the young woman could feel the cool water flow under her palm, and through her fingers, but that was not what she was paying attention to.
Her eyes were on his face, watching his smile. Of all of the comforting things he had done just now to make sure she felt secure, none were as powerful as his smile. She finally pried her eyes away and looked at the river again, watching their hands as they laid atop the moving waters.
It was quite gentle, quite soothing. After a long ride in the sun, it relieved Gilwen’s skin. And it would surely linger with her for a while even after she had left it behind; her dress was surely soaking it up and holding on to whatever it could. It would take her hours to dry properly.
When going to sit in a river, it was probably best to do so as a man, she decided. That way, the only wet article of clothing one would have would be your breeches. A poor woman was promised a fully wetted ensemble.
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Post by Faeldor on Apr 17, 2009 20:39:42 GMT -5
She watched him, he knew. Even as his own eyes looked to their hands, hers were upon his face, and it made him smile all the more. Faeldor did not look to the woman’s face until her own eyes had moved back to the river. She seemed to be entirely calm now, though he would dare not let her go.
Right now, the man was quiet content to sit as he did. His fingers moved from simply holding her hand, to intertwine with the woman’s, and he drew her hand beneath the water, bringing it to him, and playing with it in the currents, then dipping it down to the sand on the bottom. The river flowed unchangingly in ripples, and the horses had finally finished drinking and stood in the sunlight.
He leaned forward, pressing a long kiss to the woman’s cheek, and again to the damp hair above her temple. Faeldor lightly released the lady’s hand, and brought his other arm about her, pulling her upon his knees and drawing the woman close enough that he might sit straight again. He immediately brought his lips back to her skin, and began to kiss her upon the jaw, and whisper a soft “I love you,” into her ear, before he let his kisses trail down to her neck. Even when he stopped kissing her, his head remained down, and his cheek nuzzled against the woman’s neck.
“Do you enjoy the waters yet?” he asked her finally, shifting his head once more to press a final long kiss against the groove of her throat, where he could feel her own pulse on his lips. He smiled against her skin, and then drew back to look at the lady once more.
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Post by Gilwen on Apr 17, 2009 21:16:52 GMT -5
It seemed Gilwen had finally relaxed, when Faeldor’s soothing motions turned into something different. She was pulled onto his lap, which did not bother her in the least. It brought her farther out of the water, and all thoughts of being submerged seemed to have left her then.
She smiled over at him, thinking for a moment that perhaps that had been his intention: to get her farther out of the water for the sake of her own comfort. But the second he began to lean toward her to kiss her cheek. It was lingering, though Gilwen’s blush was still only light. After all, kisses on her cheek she was beginning to grow accustomed to. Though her heart did not keep an even pace for long. His lips brushed her temple, and then his arms brought her even closer to him, holding her all the firmer.
Her heart was pounding now, and she was blushing wildly; something akin to the display she had offered that evening in the stable master’s quarters. And still, Faeldor continued. His lips were against her jaw, and then close to her ear. “I love you.” Gilwen’s heart was beating furiously, and her breath was certainly quickened. "I...I love you, too." She tried to whisper, though it came out much softer than she had anticipated. Her breath seemed utterly stolen by his actions.
He traced a line of kisses down her neck, and Gilwen gasped lightly, tightening her hold on him for a moment while he nuzzled against her neck. The woman was not quite sure what to make of it; the actions were most certainly not unwelcome, though they were completely new. It seemed to taunt her, especially when he stopped.
“Do you enjoy the waters yet?” Before she even had a chance to answer, he kissed her once more—in a way that would reveal her wild heart rate without question. She gasped for breath for a moment before finding his eyes. Her color was possibly as red as she could be, and the woman was certainly embarrassed by the sudden display of passion. Still, it did not feel wrong.
“It is not terribly awful.” She managed to whisper, though it was quite breathless and quite soft. Her heart was still beating furiously, and she mused it would take her quite a while to calm herself, especially still sitting on his lap. But her body felt frozen in place, and she did not move—even if inwardly she thought it best if she would. She had enjoyed that far too much for propriety. But she could not move.
No, Gilwen did not budge. She just stared wide-eyed and blushing into Faeldor's grey eyes. What on earth had come over him?
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Post by Faeldor on Apr 17, 2009 21:48:38 GMT -5
“It is not terribly awful.” Faeldor smiled softly. “I am glad you do not think so. The water is quite refreshing, is it not? And soothing… I remembered your words, that I should mind myself. And I think that this should certainly help with my healing process…” he muttered. He did not specifically say what this was, whether it was simply sitting in the cool water, or his attentions displayed toward her, but kissed her upon the chin after he had said it.
Gilwen was certainly blushing, but her eyes had not told him to stop. He felt slightly proud of the fact that he had made her heart beat so, even while they sat in the cool water, that he was encouraged to continue, and even as he looked at her, his lips found their way to the woman’s jaw, once more moving down and along the neck line of her dress, and this time he spent minutes showering attention upon the smooth skin of Gilwen’s neck, determined to have her enjoy her moments in the river.
Finally his lips were removed once more from Gilwen’s pale skin, and one of his hands slid up from her back across the wet dress, and into her hair, cupping the back of her head as he took this time to her own lips, first kissing her softly, but then overflowing into a gesture that was similar to the way he had kissed her in the morning, when she had asked for a kiss goodbye. By all means though, he was not asking her to leave by kissing her this time, for throughout the whole of it, his arms tightened about her and pressed her close.
It seemed a long while before Faeldor could bring himself to draw back from the lady’s sweet lips. He took as much pleasure from the motions as she seemed to take herself, and so he did not wish to stop. He restrained himself well though, and finally the breathless man withdrew, if only an inch. He was ever so tempted to return again as soon as he had stopped, but first, he must ask her a question. He grinned to himself.
“Do you like when I kiss you, Starlight?” he asked mischievously and breathless, expecting a good answer from her. His hands slipped back down to her back.
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Post by Gilwen on Apr 17, 2009 22:14:23 GMT -5
"And I think that this should certainly help with my healing process…”
So now he would take to helping himself heal. But Gilwen was confused. Was it his passions toward her, or the soothing waters that he was claiming would aide him? She did not have too much time for thoughts though, for the stable master kissed her once more on the chin.
Did that mark the end of his displays? She could not seem to catch her breath, nor find the time to rid her cheeks of their flush, and slow her heart. Would he gift her such time to regain control? It seemed that he would indeed not, and his lips brushed her skin in a shower of kisses, each one forcing her heart to beat all the faster. He payed special attention to her neck, which Gilwen enjoyed. Partly because he could not see her deer-like eyes close to savor the touches--for such enjoyment she was almost ashamed--though the most of it came from the fact the skin was so sensitive.
She was gasping for breath by the time he had entwined his fingers in her hair, and it seemed she was not going to have time to recover. His lips were against hers, and he pulled her close, his passion not lessening in the least. Instinctively, she tightened her hold on him as well, though inwardly scolded herself for such a show.
Her propriety seemed to have been tossed away; and she realized it all the more when he had finally pulled away from her and she felt that the one inch distance was too far away. Gilwen. Control yourself. She thought sternly as she struggled to regain composure. Her face was red, her breathing frantic, and she was so highly embarrassed! Why did she let herself enjoy such things?
He grinned at her and asked her a question; and instantly the blush deepened and her shame returned. “Do you like when I kiss you, Starlight?” She gasped for air for a moment and then replied ever so shyly, "Very much..." Her skin was hot, even submerged in the cool waters. She still looked at him, though. She wished to ask her own question. What brought this on? She could not tell, though her eyes were frantically searching his.
Was this wrong? To enjoy such attentions from him? Was Miriel right about her being a harlot? For it would not take long to cloud her vision if he offered such kisses to her for enough time. Instantly Gilwen's head seemed to snap into control once more. No. You will not go that far. She told herself. If she kept her wits about her, she would not forsake her dignity. She prayed that Faeldor would do the same.
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