Billy and the Prince

by Billy

This is a story by me, Billy about love, friendship, danger, mystery, sex and renewal. It is a short story with 18 (now 19) chapters that we'll update at least weekly. I hope you enjoy it.

Chapter One

Once upon a time there was a teenaged boy called Billy who lived in a big old house made of stone resembling an old castle with his grandparents who were county governors. That boy is me. I was fifteen years old and in grade 10 at the public school. I had an older brother Ty who was 19 and had a real interest in sports and athletics. He played hockey and was on the school wrestling team and he was very very popular with everyone.  He was my idol and I looked up to him but he was away at university and I really missed him. He used to ruffle my hair and wrestle around with me and I'd always tell him to stop but the truth was I liked it. I also had a younger sister, Amelia, who was 10 years old. Grandma always called her Princess Amelia although I never knew why and she never said.

Although the "castle" was very richly appointed, it was kind of a scary place to Billy with so many rooms and dark places. He was especially afraid of the lower basement where an old furnace chugged and gurgled and growled and made scary noises. He always felt the furnace was looking at him, watching his every move, and ready to pounce on him. Ready to devour him. He never went down there alone. He didn't dare take the chance. Besides there were spiders there and rats too and he was afraid of spiders and rats. And who knew what other creatures inhabited the furnace room. He didn't want to find out.

The only time I was ever down there was with my grandfather about six months earlier when grandpa, Snort, was looking for an old hat to wear in an upcoming musical review. His name wasn't really Snort but he got that nickname years ago and it stuck. He had hurt his back last week cleaning out the garage and couldn't bend down to look in some boxes under an old wooden table with fancy ironware detailed edges. So he asked me to help him look through the boxes for him. I was reluctant grandpa was in need and I finally agreed to help. Besides what could happen if I was with grandpa? I began to look through the boxes for that old straw hat. When I opened the third box, out jumped a black furry creature that flew by my ear and made me scream and jump, bumping my head on the table above. "Ouch!" It's only a rat" said Snort "and he's as afraid of you as much as you are of him". I doubted that and ran out of the basement as fast as I could with grandpa calling after me "What about my hat?" Grandpa Snort was a gruff and sometimes grumpy old man but I liked him. One time, when I was much younger, he took me out for a drive in his rickety old car and we went into town. The springs in the car were not very good and we bounced up and down feeling every bump. But I liked it. He told me he'd buy me an ice cream but not to tell grandma and to keep it under my hat. When we were almost home and I hadn't finished my ice cream yet as it was a big triple-dip, I did as he said and put it under my hat. He roared with laughter and said that was only an expression; he didn't mean to put it under my hat to hide it. I felt so stupid but he never told anyone else about it. It just shows how much I trusted grandpa and listened to his advice.

That evening at dinner, the whole family laughed at me as grandpa recounted the story of the rat in the basement. I wish he would have kept that quiet also. Ty laughed and said, "You really are such a scairdy pants boy, aren't you?" I hated being called sissy names. But this wasn't the first time. Some neighbourhood boys called me "sissy" often. I heard 'fag" a few times also. I was not very athletic and I was more interested in my music and reading. Anyways, as I remembered that day, I also remembered that it was only my sister, Amelia, that stood up for me and told everyone that I was not a sissy. I loved Amelia and after that we were especially close to one another. I thought, yes she is a princess to me anyways. Still this is one story I wish grandpa hadn't told.

The next day sitting in History class at school, I really had to go to the bathroom –bad. So I got permission from the teacher to leave the room and I headed for the boys bathroom. There was a yellow sign there warning of a wet floor and the janitor, Larry, was mopping the floor. Everyone called him "The Senator" but I never knew why. He always smiled at me and said "Hi Billy, how's my cutie today?" I hated when he said that and if other boys ever heard that, I would be so embarrassed. Good thing he only said it when we were alone. I started to walk out saying "I'll wait until you're finished" and he said "It's ok, go ahead." I went into a stall, dropped my pants and sat down on the toilet. Then the door in the stall next to me opened and closed and I head someone unzipping and dropping their pants and sitting down on the adjacent toilet. Then I head this rubbing sound and I could hear him breathing heavily and his leg came under the partition into my stall. I didn't know what was happening but I didn't like it and I quickly finished, flushed the toilet and ran out. I always tried to avoid the Senator after that.
 

Chapter Two

My only friend at school was Jimmy. He was red-headed and a friendly outgoing guy who was a bit chubby so he got called fatso sometimes but he really wasn't fat. Anyways he got called faggot sometimes also so we had something in common. We were two outcasts who found strength in each other. He didn't do well in school and really didn't care either. But to me school was important and was kind of my salvation. It took my mind off my own problems and gave me something to excel at. Besides, I was in the school orchestra and played the piano. I wasn't a great player but at least I wasn't the worst musician in the band. I had talked Jimmy into joining the band also and he got stuck with the tuba but he was strong enough to handle it.

One day after school was over for the day and band practice was just over, Jimmy and I stayed to help the teacher clean up and put some instruments away. When we left and were walking down the deserted hallway, we heard a door slam far behind us down the hall. Then we heard a loud voice saying, "Hi girls!" We turned to see Zack just leaving the detention room. Zack was a tough greaser in school. He was extremely good looking with dark black hair that drooped down in front with a little curl and was slicked back on the sides. With his long black sideburns, he was definitely Mr. Macho and I secretly admired him for some reason I couldn't understand because he was pretty crude. "You girls having a good time in the band?" We turned to ignore him and we walked faster down the hall. We didn't want to get into a fight with him as he could really beat us up. "That's it ladies, run away!" and he started laughing out loud. "Losers!" I hated him right then and there and wondered why some guys have to be so crude and mean. We ran out the door without looking back and heard him laughing out loud. We made it to our bus stop safely just happy he didn't follow us. We were safe but we didn't feel so hot about having to run away from a bully. I guess we should have told him to f-off and got into a fight with him but that wasn't very realistic. I just hated losing that's all. Maybe he was right! Maybe I was a loser and always would be! Bah, no, I wasn't going to let him get me down like that. So I just said to Jimmy to forget it and that Zack was just a jerkoff.

I went home and after dinner I couldn't help but think of all that happened after school. I went to bed at the usual time but I couldn't sleep so I got up in the middle of the night for a drink. This was very unusual for me as I usually slept so soundly. I very quietly tip-toed down the stairs and got a glass of juice out of the fridge and set the empty glass down on the table. As I was about to go back upstairs I heard something strange. The very faint sound of voices coming up from the basement. I crept closer to the door and laid down to listen under the door crack. I could make out grandpa's voice but the other voice was unfamiliar to me. And I could only catch traces of what they were saying. I heard something like "full spectrum" and "key" and "secret" and "no one must know."  Then they stopped talking and I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. I quickly got up and moved quietly but quickly away from the door. Ah damn –the glass on the table! I grabbed it and disappeared into the hallway and up the stairs just in time.

Now for sure I couldn't sleep. What was this secret? Who was the other person? How was grandpa involved? What were they talking about? Key? Why should nobody know? Was it so bad? I hardly slept all night trying to make sense of what had happened last evening. Trying to put all the pieces into a sentence was not easy. No luck! I fell asleep.

Chapter Three

The next day I pulled Jimmy aside during lunch break and told him all about last night. "Maybe your granddad is a spy or something? Or an alien from another planet or…" I interrupted him with "Don't be silly –that's ridiculous!" "There has got to be a logical explanation", I said. "Yeah but what?" said Jimmy. "I don't know but I've got to find out. I'll go down and search the basement." As I said that I shuddered at the thought of going down into that scary place alone. "But what if you get caught?  Everybody knows you hate that basement, so why would we be down there? We need a plan" said Jimmy. "We?" Yes, "we" said Jimmy "I'm in this with you."

The last few days of the week dragged by ever so slowly. We had decided to go down and search the basement for evidence although we didn't know what we were looking for. Grandpa had his recital Saturday evening and grandma would be sure to go along with my parents and they would drag me and Amelia along. Only I'd pretend to be sick on Saturday and beg to stay home. Then Jimmy would come over and we'd have a few hours to search the basement.

On Friday night I pretended to be ill and went to bed early. The next day I stayed in bed all day. Grandma waited on me like a servant all day. It was very boring being sick especially when you weren't sick. Amelia came in three times to check on me and see if I needed anything. She brought me juice and offered to do my chores for me and I thanked her. She leaned over to feel my forehead and said that I didn't feel all that hot to her. As she did her necklace swung against my chin. I told her I liked her locket. "Grandma gave it to me and it matches my music box also –see it has the same engravings." I hadn't noticed that before but the music box was very ornate and beautiful and I really liked the tune it played when you opened it. I told her she was lucky to have such a generous grandma and she giggled and agreed.

When evening finally came around grandma said she would stay home from the recital to look after me. "Oh no!" I thought –this will ruin everything. "But who's going to sit with Amelia and you've got to see grandpa perform. I'll be ok for a few hours." She reluctantly agreed to leave me home alone but would phone home at intermission to see how I was.  She also reminded me that Dorothy was right next door if I needed help. I thought yes but next door is a 5 minute walk since our grounds were so large with the "castle" sitting atop a ridge. Soon they left and I heard the car start up and they drove away.

Jimmy had been hiding in some bushes nearby and came around to the back door, tapping lightly on the glass window pane. 'The coast is clear, come on in" I whispered as he entered the kitchen. "I smell cookies" he said. "that's grandma –she's always baking stuff. But forget the cookies, we have work to do." I dreaded the thought of searching through that scary basement but we opened the door and were greeted by a slight squeek from the hinges. A warning no doubt. "What are we looking for?" said Jimmy. "I have no idea." I replied. "So how we gonna know if we found something?" complained Jimmy. I didn't answer as I had no idea either. We searched through boxes finding lots of old junk and tools but nothing really unusual. We had been searching well over an hour and had found nothing. Then the phone rang and I dashed upstairs to hear grandma asking how I was. I assured her I was fine and all was well. Back in the basement nothing seemed to connect with the words I heard: "full spectrum" and "key" and "secret" and "no one must know."  There were no old documents to search through and no old keys either. And what did "full spectrum" mean? I knew what a spectrum was from physics class in school but that didn't seem to have any meaning. I continued looking and after a while began to worry that the family would return and catch us downstairs.
Meanwhile Jimmy had been searching around the workbench. He saw a piece of crumpled up paper partway under the workbench lower shelf and bent to pick it up. "Look, here's part of a rental receipt for some wine" said Jimmy, noting that the top of the receipt had been ripped off so the source of the purchase was unknown. "Let me see that" and I leaned over Jimmy to see the invoice. It was for $3127.65 and the invoice item was dated two days ago. But the store name and the client buying the wine was torn off. "That's a lot of wine or maybe very expensive wine, but why would we need so much wine unless we were having a huge party? I haven't heard anything about a party and there's no big occasion in sight that I know of. And where is the wine? How could you hide that much wine down here? There's simply no room." I explained. "Look, there's a pad and a pencil on the counter" said Jimmy. "What does it say?" I asked. "Nothing!" he replied, "but you can see the pencil indentations from a previous message." "Tear off the top sheet and let's get out of here. Crumple up the receipt and put it back where it was" I said as we began to run up the stairs. Up in my room, we shaded in the note paper with a pencil and could just make out a message: 1156 Eastern Ave. "That's down by the lake where all those old warehouses, factories and pawn shops are located. I betcha it's the wine store! We can take our bikes out there tomorrow afternoon." said Jimmy. "Yeah but I better make a sudden recovery from my illness, first", I smiled. I jumped into bed and sent Jimmy downstairs for some cookies and milk. Just then everyone arrived home, and I heard Jimmy say that I was feeling better and he was getting me some cookies and milk. After we devoured the food, we agreed to meet Sunday afternoon at 2 pm to go for a ride. I folded the note and stuffed it into a book on my desk as Jimmy left to go home.
 

Chapter Four

The next day Jimmy arrived before the appointed hour and grandma sent him up stairs to my room. "Whatcha doin'," he asked, "you on that forum again –what's it called?" "It's Chadz" I replied. "Ever meet anyone good on there, like a boyfriend?"  "That's not why I'm on the forum. It's just interesting to talk to guys like myself and there are some very cool interesting guys there. And it helps to discuss common situations and problems. It makes you feel like you aren't alone in the world sometimes" I said. He replied, "Yeah you guys are lucky to have a place to talk. Straight guys don't have that and believe me, we have problems too. And being a black boy, as I am, doesn't help either" "You poor baby", I cooed. I never mentioned that Jimmy was black because it never was an issue with me. He was my best friend and that was all that mattered to me "Alright, enough, enough," Jimmy protested, "You ready to go?" I was and I told grandma we were going out for a bike ride. "Make sure you're back by six for dinner. It's one of your favourites –meatloaf, sugared carrots and mashed potatoes." She said. Mmmmmmmm I thought. "Can Jimmy stay for dinner?" I asked. Grandma replied, "Sure, I'll let his Mom know." "Ok, bye," I hollered as we roared off down the street.

It was about a 20 minute bike ride down to the waterfront area. It had seen much better days. The streets were not clean and there was a lot of litter. It was really seedy looking.

"There's Eastern Avenue", pointed Jimmy and we pedaled slowly up the street trying to find the street numbers, some of which had either fallen off or were never there.  I wondered if we'd find a wine store here. There were a lot of old warehouse buildings and factories and small convenience shops to serve the waterfront workers. It was fairly quiet on a Sunday afternoon and the place was mostly deserted except for a few bored-looking girls standing in short skirts and black lace nylons on one street corner. One was blond and the other had long brown hair and they looked at us as we rode by and starred. "You boys looking for some fun?" the blonde smiled. "You trying to rob the cradle, Veronica?" said the brunette. They both laughed and we sped away. "I wonder how much they charge?" said Jimmy. "Oh, gawd, you'd probably get crabs and scratch yourself to death" I lectured. "Eeewwwww that's so…hey there's 1124" said Jimmy. We slowed down and got off the bikes and walked down the narrow street. We passed a porn shop, a pawn shop and there ahead was 1156 –Lakeside Books -a used book store.

Now what? What are we gonna find in a book store full of old second hand books I thought. We discussed the situation and decided to look around for a book called "The Full Spectrum" since we couldn't think of anything else to look for, except for maybe "The Key.". We opened the door and walked in and there was a great big bearded bald guy smoking a cigar. "What you boys want?" he said in a loud gruff voice. "We're just looking" I said. "Well stay out of that adult section cuz no way you guys are 18. I ain't gonna get busted for selling porn to some damn kids. What are you guys doing in this neighbourhood anyways?" "My dad collects old books," I said. He scoffed and we began looking around for a book we didn't even know existed. "We shoulda looked this up on Amazon, before we came here", said Jimmy. "Yeah, I replied but we didn't know this was gonna be a bookstore."

Nothing was organized at all. There was no alphabetical order or anything but there were different sections like History, Fiction, Technical etc. I was a dingy store that stunk of cigar smoke and mold. I'll bet the floors hadn't been cleaned in months. Just then there was a some loud banging from nearby that startled everyone. The bookstore owner shouted out, "Stop that racket next door, I can't stand all that noise comin' through the vent shaft!" The noise stopped and we continued looking. "You got a computer inventory? asked Jimmy. "Yeah, and I got a girl-friend who's Queen Latifa also," he scoffed, so whatcha looking for? I can remember most of my books" "You got "Full Spectrum?"

"Lemme think, I have Full Spectrum Warrior –that the one?"  "No, just full spectrum" I said. "This for your Dad?" he laughed. "Yeah", I said. "I remember that one –Full Spectrum –a new generation of writing about gay, lesbian and bisexuals –had it but don't got it now. Don't get no call for faggot books down here. Just packed that up with other stuff we can't sell to ship out and return tomorrow. I ain't going downstairs to unpack three boxes to look for it either. Tell your faggot dad to try the gay village in Centreville for that one." He roared in laughter and told us to get our faggot asses out of there.

We got on our bikes and rode down the street. We passed the girls who were still there –business was obviously slow today. The girls smiled and waved at us. Jimmy seemed to enjoy that.  "They're hot! But seriously, I think we're onto something," Jimmy said "I mean at least there is such a book and at that address too. "Yeah, we've got to get that book", I insisted. "Why don't we just buy it somewhere else? asked Jimmy. "Because why this address then? Why not just say Amazon?" There must be something in that book. I've got to get that book! I said. "We" said Jimmy, "and we've got to get it tonight after they close or it'll get shipped out and then we'll never find it." "But how we gonna get in?" I replied. "We'll find a way after dark –tonight" said Jimmy. I shuddered at the thought of breaking in and even worse going down into that dark basement to look for a book. I hated basements. If you ever watched a horror movie you know NOT to go down in the basement –never ever –at least not if you wanted to live!

We had made some progress today. But whether we were on the right track or not remained a question. Now if we could only get that book. Then we might know if there was any connection between "full spectrum" and the other words I heard that night. Maybe it wasn't about a book; but then the address had been a bookstore and not a wine store. I smiled thinking about the fact that it was a gay book, yet. Maybe it would be a good read!

Chapter Five

We made it home by 5 pm and went up to my room before dinner. We decided to go on my computer and look up "Full Spectrum" on Amazon. There it was: The Full Spectrum: a generation of writing about gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgender, questioning and other identities. Edited by David leviathan & Billy Merrell. "So it does exist" I said. "Awesome," replied Jimmy, smiling as he continued, "and only $5.95 used, but we're not buying it. We're stealing it."

After dinner, we asked grandma if it was ok if we went back to Jimmy's Place to play on his Playstation 3. "Don't be too late, there's school tomorrow." she reminded us. We got on our bikes and Jimmy pull out his cell and phoned home to tell his mom he was staying over at my place to watch a movie. That gave us a few hours of freedom. As we got near the Waterfront area, it began to get dark but we left our bike lights off and the area was really deserted. Just then we saw the red light of a police car so we quickly made a right up a narrow side alley and then came back down to Eastern Avenue on another street. When we got to the bookstore, our hopes were dashed. There was a metal gate fence across the entire front and the door that was bolted by a great big padlock. There was no way we could get through that.

"Maybe we can get in next door in this old factory. Look it's got old broken windows up there." said Jimmy. "But what good will that do?" I replied. Jimmy had a plan. We would climb up the fire escape, get in through one of those broken windows, try to get into the bookstore through the ventilation shaft and then get down to the basement and look through those boxes for the book.

All we had to do we reach the fire escape ladder. Jimmy boosted me up and I jumped to catch the bottom rung. My arms ached as I tried to pull myself up and as I did the ladder let out a loud squeal and dropped a few feet. This enabled Jimmy to jump up and catch the ladder. We quietly climbed up the ladder but found none of the windows big enough to get through so we continued on up to the roof and just in time as we saw the police car swing by again. We found the rooftop door but it was padlocked. "This hinge is almost off" said Jimmy, "I think I can pry it all the way off." I watched in amazement as Jimmy pried the hinge off and opened the door. Is this how a life of crime begins? With a first break-in to start and then more and more until we become hardened criminals. The thought was broken when Jimmy called out "Get in". It was dark, there were steps and we were down onto the next floor but at the back of the building. "Let's check the windows that no one is around" I said as we looked down from the fourth story. "The coast is clear" said Jimmy. "Wait! Two guys are coming down the alley." We moved back a bit from the windows so we couldn't be seen. "Are they cops?" Jimmy asked. "No, it looks like an older guy and a younger kid. What do you suppose they're doing here?" I questioned.
"Hey that's Zack!" said Jimmy. It was Zack but neither of us recognized the older man. We watched as the man took out his wallet and handed some bills to Zack. Then Zack knealt down in front of the man. We couldn't believe it! There was Mr Macho Stud on his knees servicing the guy in front of him. How I would have loved to have a photo of that! I was tempted to use my cell phone camera but the flash would have given us away. Still I thought, he has some nerve calling us faggots! Sheesh!

"Never mind them, we have work to do!" called Jimmy from across the room. My eyes were fixed on the unbelievable scene below as Jimmy came back, grabbed my arm and said "Come." The top floor was almost empty with a few boxes here and there. The third floor was full of big cartons of boxes. The second floor was full of –gulp- coffins. This was a coffin factory where they made coffins of all kinds. Some were only half finished. Some were made of wood and some of heavy metal like stainless steel or aluminum. This was the assembly floor. "Hey look, some of these coffins have music players, You can take your music with you when you go. At least you will have something to do in the coffin." "That is so retarded" I replied. We got down to the first floor and looked for the ventilation shaft into the bookstore.

 "It's over here" Jimmy called out. "What?" I said. "Will you stop thinking about Zack and get with the programme" Jimmy insisted, "Look for a screwdriver." I fumbled around the bench tops for a screwdriver and knocked a hammer on the floor. "Shhhhhhhhh", cried out Jimmy, "We'll get caught." Jimmy soon had the shaft unscrewed and he pushed out the grate on the other side, tumbling into the bookstore.

Once inside we made a beeline for the basement, closed the door and felt for the light switch. A feeble light went on downstairs and we found the three boxes all taped up and ready to be shipped off tomorrow. We each carefully slit open a box and looked through the contents for the prize we were after. I found it –it was the third book down.. "I got it –it's got bubbles or something on the cover." I said. We quickly resealed the boxes, replaced the grill, and whoops, we forgot to turn the basement light off. Jimmy scrambled back to do that just as the metal grate on the front door of the bookshop squealed and rolled back. In walked the owner and another man –a tall man. Jimmy was trapped in the basement.
 

Chapter Six

Upon hearing the door open, I had quietly pulled the grate back while Jimmy ran down into the basement to hide. He ran to the far back corner and hid behind some boxes of books. The two men flipped on the basement light and went down into the basement. "I told you keep that book secret and to keep it safe" thundered the new man. "It is safe and in one of these boxes. I was just shipping it to my secure storage container for safekeeping" replied the store owner. "It was perfectly safe here. None of the guys working around here would even pick up a gay book, you idiot. You are such a mental midget!" growled the tall man. "just get me that book right now. You don't know the significance of that book and how lucky we were to find out it was part of our robbery loot. That book has blood on it and is worth big bucks." The bald owner grabbed a knife and began opening the first box, then the second, and finally the third box. "But it's got to be here, I just packed these boxes today" whined the owner. "Maybe you just decided to double cross me and sell the book to that old coot." With that the tall man pulled out a gun and shot the bookstore owner. He ran up the stairs and out of the bookstore.

The gunshot startled me and I worried it might be Jimmy that was shot. I pushed out the grate and entered the bookstore. Fortunately Jimmy came charging up the steps in a panic saying, "Oh my god, he shot him. Oh my god lets get out of here. You got the book?" I had the book and we ran down the street and around the corner to get our bikes. We were both shaking from the experience and I was kinda crying. After 10 minutes we decided to stop so we could calm down a bit before we got home. It was too much for us all at once. We had broken into a coffin factory , broken into a bookstore, stolen a book, found out Zack was a hustler and witnessed a murder. As we talked, Jimmy commented that we left our fingerprints all over the place and that we should have worn gloves. "We'll do that next time" he said. "Next time –what next time!! This was enough. We could get arrested for murder" I cried out. Just then we saw a police car rush by with lights flashing.

"Look, nobody saw us. Why would they suspect us, anyways? We have no connections to these guys. Our fingerprints aren't on file and even if they found us, we were just there in the afternoon looking for a book to read and so our fingerprints could be around." "Those two girls saw us" I said. Jimmy agreed but said that would just prove what we said –it was afternoon and they saw us coming and going –empty handed. 'This book better be worth all we've been through -$5.95 my ass" said Jimmy.  We rode further to a bus stop bench under a streetlight and looked through the book. It was a collection of a whole bunch of short stories about gays by a bunch of different authors. Nothing seemed unusual as we flipped through the book page by page. When we got to page 137, there was a photograph on the opposing page of an ornament hanging from the mirror in a car and the text read:

"this early morning, having left him, the thoughts rampage

through my head, I am never resting always going, thought

after thought, swelling, coughing thick syrups of doubt and guilt, and

happiness, and guilt…

… my patience is not infinite…

This last sentence was circled, "…my patience is not infinite…" "I hope there's more than that" said Jimmy. We continued to go through the book page by page. Then on page 184 the last sentence was "We can be neither created nor destroyed, or maybe those are the only two things we can ever be. It is constant and we call it change." After that there were a couple of scribbled lines.

"The lonely busboy has the key

Can He arise despite zzz?"

That was it!? –those were the only markings in the book. I don't know what we expected but it sure was a lot more than that. We went through all of today, including a murder for that. We felt cheated. There had to be more! And what did that stuff mean? At least it was something about the key. That was encouraging. But what key and where was it? What did it unlock? But nothing else made any sense. I told Jimmy I'd copy down the circled text and the two scribbled lines and bring it to school on Monday. Then we'd try to make sense of it. By now, we had enough excitement for one day. "And hide that book" cried out Jimmy as we both took off on our bikes for our own homes, "that tall guy is still out there."

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