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    HiHiHiHiHiHi!Hunger Games


      HiHiHiHiHiHi!Players:: Nox Gauthier && Twilight_Dwagon


        HiHiHiHiHiHi!Characters:: District 5 - Lucan Farborn && Parish Firenze

          HiHiHiHiHiHi!A Private Roleplay

            Twenty-five years ago, the Captiol fell to a heated rebellion led by Katniss Everdeen, the Girl on Fire. President Snow's downfall forced the remaining members of the distopian city into hiding, where they plotted for many years their revenge. There were little scuffles now and then, but nothing could prepare the 13 districts for this. In the middle of the night, Capitol agents hunted down the famous Katniss and her husband, Peeta Mallark. In the darkness of district 12, the family was slaughtered, including the children. The new-found government responded with desperate action, but were unable to match and overcome the opposing forces.

            The government fell and a new president was crowned. His first action was to reinstate the dreaded "hunger games". But this time, the games had new rules:

            -4 tributes were to be given from each district
            -2 winners may be crowned IF they could survive the "Final Five Days", a gruesome end to the games when only 2 tributes remain. If two tributes win, they just win; each the same amount. So far, since the games have been reinstated, there has not been a single case of 2 people winning.
            -If one victor is crowned they will get double the winnings. They may choose 2 districts to give two extra tributes while theirs will not compete the next year.

            "May the odds be ever in your favor."

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Soon to be 16 year old Parish Firenze was, like every other teen in District 5, not looking forward to the reaping that was to happen in just a few hours. The idea of being chosen for the games never sat well with her. She was small and quick and very intelligent and even though these were amazing qualities for the games, she was too kind. She was a very sweet girl, always nice to everyone, always doing kind things, a girl like her didn’t stand a chance…so every reaping day she went out, her face strong but her heart panicked so no one could see the fear.

This year was even more stressful seeing as her district would be giving extra tributes that year…if she was picked it was going to be a struggle to get sponsors, it helped a little that the tributes were paired up and each pair got their own stylist and their own separate costume and the costumes had become less determined by the districts and more by the individual stylist…Some stayed with tradition, some decked them out in crazy capitol wear, and a select few worked to make their tributes truly stand out without looking like idiots.

The mentor system had changed too, the Capitol hired people to study the games and do hardcore physical training so they could each train a pair of tributes. Some unlucky tributes got people who were only there to be involved in the games but some got mentors who were actually useful…it was all a matter of luck.

Parish stood in front of her mirror in her casual clothes, not quite ready to put on her dress and finish getting ready. Her long honey blond hair hung in loose curls to her waist, ready to be pulled up into a neatly braided hairstyle. She thought for a moment before she began to braid a thin braid by her face and wrap it around her forehead and pin it back into itself, leaving the rest of her hair loose. She braided another bit of hair by where it was pinned to make it look as if it had wrapped around and now hung loose with the rest of her hair. She brushed the rest, leaving it down in a decision that her mother would fight her about. Might as well make herself stand out a little.

While Parish was a pretty girl and wouldn’t normally need much help to stand out a little, if she was chosen she would be one of 3 girls from her district, one of 24 girls total and one of 48 people. So many faces were lost, it was a bigger fight to get sponsors than it had been before…She stared herself down in the mirror, taking in her own image. If she was chosen, could she get sponsors? Could the 5’2, 108 lb girl from District 5 even make it past the start? She prayed she would never have to find out.

After 30 minutes of deep thought her mother shouted from the kitchen that she would need to be ready to go soon. She changed out of her work clothes to a clean, pale blue, just over the knee dress. It had some lace, a girlish ruffle at the bottom and a pretty white ribbon in the back. She pulled on her necklace, an old silvery pocketwatch with the District 5 symbol on it, and put her ankle height brown leather boots back on. She took a deep breath. She was ready.
A few minutes later Parish stood among the other girls, her hand locked with an acquaintance who happened to be standing next to her.

[[ I'm sorry it isn't pretty, I might make it look nice later, I just wanted to get it posted. ]]

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                                                  As the Reaping drew near, Lucan Farborn wandered the lightly-wooded plain that surrounded the tiny District 5. The Captiol had reduced its dependency on the district's power resources significantly. The amount of people unemployed was horrific. He and his brothers had been left to fend for themselves since Lucan willingly gave his job to a woman who needed to feed three todlers. He knew that he and his brothers were capable of hunting and theft, if things became desperate.

                                                  Lucan had twin brothers, Draek and Tarrin, both of whom were chosen in the previous Reaping. The last words he said to them were, "Stay strong", because he couldn't handling saying goodbye. They were peaceful boys, always polite and never did any harm. Every night he was haunted by the image of his brothers being slaughter in the arena, their blood staining the rocky terrain as their faces were smashed in and their limbs torn from their thin bodies. Everyone in the district could hear him bawl his eyes out that night.

                                                  He shivered at the memory. There wasn't a day that went by that he wished he had volunteered for one of them. But even though he wanted the outcome to be different, he knew that they would have wanted to die together. Returning to his home, he gazed about, hoping that someone would be there to greet him. No, there wasn't; they were all dead. Sulking, he changed into his decent Reaping attire. Buttoning up his father's old white shirt, he gazed at himself in the mirror.

                                                  He fought back the tears when he saw the green eyes he shared with his brothers. The cameras had zoomed in on their lifeless faces. Their cold, dead stare flashed in his memories and he shook his head, trying to forget. His eyes darted up to the mess that was his chocolate hair, and he vigorously combed it until it lay somewhat properly. What more could he do? There was nothing the games could do for him other than make his life more miserable. Hell, he kind of wanted to be chosen so he could join his brothers in a noble death and hopefully take some of the district one bastards down with him.

                                                  Within the hour, Lucan joined the other boys in line for the Reaping. Off all the boys remaining in the district, he was the oldest at seventeen and a half. Standing tall, he waited for the Reaping to begin.

                                                  A grim silence fell upon the area as the video of the ancient and recent destruction of Distrtict 13 played across the giant plasma screen. At the end, the new president's face came on the screen and gave the evil words that haunted everyone's dreams: "May the odds be ever in your favor."

                                                  Unfortunately, the odds were not in District 5's favor.


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                                          ★She watched in disgust as the woman who was drawing the names smiled. How could she smile? How could anyone think to smile watching innocent children go to die? She reached her hand in, the drawing went girl-boy-girl-boy so there was a chance she could go first. She held her breath as the woman reached in and pulled out a name. She didn’t catch it, she stopped listening once she heard it wasn’t her own…it was no one she knew well anyway, an older girl with short dark hair.


                                          ★ The next name pulled was of a boy that Parish couldn’t stand. He was one of the lucky ones, his family had money so he had never worked a day in his life, he was fat and spoiled and she hoped with everything in her that he died. Even his name made her sick, Gilden. What kind of name was that for a boy? She knew, watching him walk up to the stage, that he wouldn’t last long…though if it came down to size he might last a little longer than she did…she quickly pushed away those thoughts, she wouldn’t get chosen.

                                          ★ Next was the girl standing next to her…Her name was Ava and she was a few years younger than Parish. She hugged the girl before she walked up, making a note that she would be cheering for Ava.

                                          ★ The next name pulled was another boy that she didn’t like, his name was Cade and he and Parish had a constant back and forth. Cade liked her, she used to like him but he was rude and selfish so Parish stopped liking him…She felt confident that she could outrun and outsmart him, she had before, she might have even been able to overpower him if she needed, then again her physical strength was limited to lifting her own weight for the acrobatic tricks she loved to do so much. The Capitol had regained power about 10 years ago but in the years before that there was a circus that came through every year. She fell in love with the beautiful dancers and acrobats and they taught her some of their tricks, since then she had put all of her anger and frustration into those dances and tricks, it had become sort of a signature thing for her. This is where she learned her speed from…

                                          ★ Now for the last two names. The last girl’s name. She felt her heart catch in her throat…this was it. Be strong. She repeated this over and over until the words lost meaning as she watched the woman fumbled with the paper. Her heart was beating in her ears and time seemed to slow…

                                          ★ “Parish Firenze.” Everything stopped. She stared blankly. Nothing left to do but make an impression. Do something bold, make her stand out. She would need the sponsors if she was going to go far. She felt her body drop, she was on her knees on the ground. GET UP. the voice in her mind was strong and familiar. She stood, stepping into the aisle.

                                          ★ She looked around at all those faces staring at her, her heart beating faster than it ever had before. Something big. Something bold. She could do it. She saw the stage, maybe three feet off the ground. The peacekeepers were watching her closely in case she ran…and run she did but not away from the stage. Her hands hit the wood and she vaulted herself up onto the stage with ease, it wasn’t hard to throw her 108 lbs into the air and it might scare the others into thinking she was a real threat. She went up, falling backwards and landed crouched on her feet. If only they knew that that was one of the most impressive things she was capable of..but they didn’t. Even Gilden looked scared. She straightened up and went to stand in line as the woman prepared to call the last name.

                                          ★ [[Couldn't resist doing something dramatic <3 also, putting together a list of music for this, music helps me write, I'll share it when I have a few songs on it ^^]]

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                                                  Lucan watched the woman sternly as her hand reached into the bowl of names. Her attire was interesting. It was an extravagant blue gown with a hoop skirt and tight corset paired with a silver broach and high-platform shoes. Her snow-white hair was pinned in such a matter that it looked like a tower was upon her head and her skin was dyed a soft blue that made her large, sapphire eyes shine. She drew the first name and read it aloud, "Illu Dawning."

                                                  He sighed heavily, having once known the girl with short dark hair. When the next name, Gilden, was called, he held himself back from snickering. Karma did have its way of coming back in the worst possibly way. He chuckled to himself for he knew the boy would be one of the first to die. Even with the weeks of training, there was no way that the boy would magically lose his pumpkin figure to run away from the careers.

                                                  When poor little Ava was called, his heart fell. She had to be maybe thirteen, no older than his brothers had been when their names had been chosen. Everyone knew that someone so young wouldn't win the games unless they were from the richer districts. His prayers went out to her family and he sincerely hoped that they would cope better with her death than he did with his brothers'.

                                                  Lucan rolled his eyes as Cade sauntered up to the stage with a smug grin. A rude and arrogant b*****d were words that Lucan would use to describe him. The boy chased and landed most of the pretty girls in the district. Of course, he treated them horribly, but yet it was like he was a magnet. God did Lucan wish to see him die.

                                                  "And now, for the two extra tributes..." the blue woman stated and dipped her long fingernails into the girls' bowl. Dramatically, she pulled a piece of parchment from the bowl and lifting it into the air like it was some important document. It was more of a death note. "Parish Firenze."

                                                  His eyes darted over to the blonde girl. Her face was blank and emotionless, just a blank canvas as she moved toward the aisle. For a second, their eyes met and he saw a certain spark in her eye that made him wonder what she truly was made of. Like all the others, Lucan was surprised to see her run toward the stage and perform some aerobatic trick as an entrance.

                                                  Smart girl, he thought, making an early impression. That's what Katniss Everdeen did when she volunteered; she made an impression to show that she had purpose.

                                                  And now, it was down to the last unfortunate soul to be called. The blue woman made another scene with the last piece of paper. As she drew it though, a distance clap of thunder echoed through the area; a storm was coming. Lowering the parchment, her painted blue lips formed the name, "Lucan Farborn."

                                                  Of course it was going to be him. The fates seemed to want the entire Farborn family murdered in that godforsaken arena. The boys around him stared at him with eyes large in disbelief. A rain drop fell on Lucan's face and it slid down his cheek as if a tear. Slowly, he began the walk of shame toward the aisle. He could hear the adults who watched fearfully from the back wish him the best and gave him their deepest sympathies. The rain picked up as he walked toward the stage and soon his hair fell over his eyes.

                                                  He stopped. He stared at the stage that was protected by a wide awning. The other five tributes were waiting for him. If he was to accomplish anything in his brutal competition, he was going to help two of them win. The peacekeepers stepped toward him as if to pull him forward, but stopped when he raised his hand.

                                                  "Time to make my statement," he hissed softly beneath his breath. Reaching to his collar, he started to unbutton his father's shirt, revealing the self-inflicted scars the grief had caused. This was his statement: he was out for revenge.

                                                  Tossing the shirt into the mud, he walked to the stage and stood with the other boys.

                                                  [[So, he is more of a dark character than I wanted, but that's how the muse works I guess...]]


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                                          ★Parish watched Lucan, her eyes bright. He had the same idea…make an impression. She wondered for a moment who she would get paired with…then it hit her. Of course, they got paired off by how they were chosen, sometimes they would make exceptions for siblings of couples. Illu and Gilden, Ava and Cade…and Parish and Lucan.


                                          ★ Parish looked over at Lucan…they had met a few times but he was older so they had never really been close. He might have known her sister, Leiana better but she was long gone. Not dead, like her family claimed, but vanished. One night Parish woke up to find the bed next to hers empty, that was years ago though…

                                          ★ Peacekeepers rushed them into the building standing behind the stage so they could say goodbye to their families. It was set up with one large room with 8 long tables. They weren’t confined and it made it easier for the peacekeepers to shoo the families away when it was done.

                                          ★ Standing in the back were 6 people, all very different individuals. The two standing near Lucan and Parish’s tables seemed an odd match. One was a small, thin, woman with long jet-black hair and swirling blue eyes that seemed to hypnotize everyone that looked at her. She wore a decorative blue crystal dress that was very flattering on her and wasn’t too garish…right next to her was a man with insane multicolored hair that stuck out every which way in a rainbow mass. It was hard to tell the color of his eyes but he did have some bright lime green makeup around his eyes and a very strange suit in all different colors. It almost like a sophisticated clown suit, if there was a such thing.

                                          ★ Parish found Ava before the families came in and gave her a big hug. She and the smaller girl were about the same height so she didn’t have to make herself shorter to look into the girl’s eyes. She breathed something under her breath, unheard by the others. It made Ava smile weakly and hug Parish.

                                          ★ Parish made her way over to the second to last table, right next to the one assigned to Lucan. The first two tables were empty, they had been placed there in case District 5 was hit with 4 extra, which they had before. District 5 didn’t have much luck when it came to the games, the tributes were usually weak and ill prepared, they didn’t often make much of an impression and they got the short end of the stick when it came to the mentors and the stylists.

                                          ★ She glanced over at Lucan, her bold green eyes meeting his. For their training she would be paired with him. She felt like a child looking at an adult for just a moment before she really noticed how good looking he was. Too old, they would probably both die anyway. She looked away, her cheeks slightly red as she felt the tight grip of her father’s bone crushing hug. Her parents held her and hugged her and told her how much they loved her and wished she would come back okay. Parish seemed almost like a rag doll being tossed between the two, emotionless and limp.

                                          ★ [[Was thinking of doing a ruined city for the arena, how does that sound? Also, very proud of my posts. It's rare for me to keep up posts of this length, would be longer if I felt well enough to go into great detail...sorry for not posting, I think I messaged you about my busy schedule]]

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                                                  Lucan sat at the last of the long tables. He sat in the single chair with his feet on the table. There was no one there to say goodbye. His arms were crossed at his chest as he leaned back in the chair to be more comfortable. Envy boiled in his blood as Parish's mother and father took turns suffocating her in warm embraces. There was something about a solid family that mad him jealous; perhaps it was because he never had such a thing. Frowning, he looked away to stare at the eagle-eyed peacekeeprs.

                                                  Annoyed with his wet hair, he irritably combed his hair back so it was no longer in his eyes. Of all the people chosen for District 5, he had to be paired with Parish, someone so tiny and fragile that he assumed would easily be taken in the games. Her pretty face and gutsy actions, especially the one at the Reaping, would certainly win her some sponsors; but would they be enough? It's not like a sponsor could send down a vicious monster to protect her. Well, he certainly had a challenge ahead of him. For a while, he thought about approaching Parish's parents, to assure them that he'd keep their daughter safe, but decided not to. If he failed, he would live on, for however long, with the guilt.

                                                  The time for goodbyes was short and the families were forced from the area. At the command of the peacekeepers, the tributes were herded and marched to the train. All about the train were the people of District 5. Though most were silent, there were some who cheered them on, wishing them the best of luck. As the automatic doors shut, Lucan could see the faces fall for the chances of a tribute from District 5 winning were as slim as the Capitol being overthrown again.

                                                  When the train lurched forward, the six tributes were broken into their pairs and lead into their separate carts where they would remain until they reached the Captiol. Lucan plopped himself down on one of the couches and put his feet up on the mahogany table. He looked to Parish, but said nothing; what was their to say?

                                                  [[I like the idea of a ruined city, lots of places to hide and ambush]]


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                                          ★Parish stood, pacing about anxiously. The doors to their car opened and the two colorful individuals that stood near their tables entered. Up close the woman seemed to have a light frost over her skin that glittered in the light. “My name is Eleya…You two are absolute darlings. I’ve seen footage of the other reapings…nothing compares to my team.” She said proudly. The man sat down and took off his brightly colored jacket and stretched out. “You two should be able to handle yourselves.” The woman gave him a look that could make any man cower…any man except him.


                                          ★ “You’re their mentor, you need to train them. I feel bad knowing they have to put up with you.” She took Parish’s hand and spun her around. The small girl stumbled a bit being caught off guard. “You are stunning…a beautiful pair you two are. Makes my job easier. Now.” She sat down with a sketchbook that she seemed to pull out of thin air “I have a few ideas but only one seems to suit you two…so bold, so bright and beautiful…” She flipped to a page and tapped it lightly with her sparkling nails. Parish stared at it, wide eyed.

                                          ★ “A celestial theme. You two are stars. You need to embrace it now because if you don’t then you won’t seem as strong in it. You have to believe it, trust me, I’ve been here a few years. My warrior theme was a complete flop because the poor girl panicked….made her seem weak.” She shook her head.

                                          ★ Parish looked over at Lucan, waiting for his reaction. She loved it, the design was simple but beautiful and so eyecatching. Eleya looked up at Parish. “That trick, that was intense. Can you do more?” Parish didn’t say anything, she nodded a little. Eleya’s face lit up. “You remind me of the women that used to dance and do tricks like that when the circuses came through… do you remember those?”

                                          ★ Parish nodded again. “I actually learned from them…sort of, I taught myself a lot of it…” Eleya looked over at Lucan. “You look so familiar… you had siblings in the game, didn’t you?”

                                          ★While Eleya was making connections with them their mentor simply got up and left. He didn’t have to be there and the way he saw it, they were a lost cause.


                                          ★ [[Mmmhmm; and maybe we could do zombies for the final five?]]

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                                                  Lucan gritted his teeth as he looked away from the prissy blue woman. Gradually, he sat forward and rose to his feet in silence. At first, he thought of leaving the main cart, but inevitably, he remained put. For the first time since his name was called, he spoke, "Their names were Draek and Tarrin. They were murdered last year."

                                                  He remembered Eleya from the games the previous year. She had had the pleasure of spending some of Tarrin's last moments alive; and he hated her for it. Keeping his slowly crumbling composure, he made his way over to her bedazzled sketchpad. His first impression of the outfits was that the Milkyway had puked over the blue-purple fabric. It seemed so wild and crazy that it was something the people of the Capitol would adore while he despised wearing it. He was thankful that most of his costume would be suit-like, nothing too uncomfortable. "Sure, looks like we could be part of the night sky," he stated and then added with grim humor, "Maybe we could blend in enough to escape."

                                                  He doubted that either of the ladies found it amusing, but the mentor sure did. His round face turned red as a tomato as he bellowed with laughter. The man was forced to pour himself a glass of water to cool him down. Lucan scowled at him. "Why do you laugh? Do you think we're some lost cause that you have no hope in saving?" he growled stalking over to him.

                                                  The man's brow furrowed darkly as he sat forward. Lucan's eyes locked with his and suddenly, the man grinned. "Someone has some repressed anger," he said, flashing white and gold teeth. "I can work with that." He extended his hand. "Name's Kaegrim."


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                                          ★Eleya rolled her eyes. "So now you take an interest? Brilliant Kaegrim. Let me borrow him for just a second." Without waiting for permission, Eleya took out a tape measure and began to take Lucan's measurements. When she was finished, she turned to Parish. "Yours next." she said, stepping towards her. Parish took a small step back but Eleya didn't seem to notice. She took the girl's measurements and left her standing there looking painfully uncomfortable. Eleya began to erase bits of her sketches and redraw, making notes and blocking out the world.

                                          ★ Parish looked quietly over at Lucan. Clearly she wasn't worth training but that was okay, what chance did she have anyway? Eleya finished modifying her designs and looked up. "So Parish, why don't you like being touched?" She asked calmly. Parish was caught off guard, she stood there for a moment, trying to wrap her head around it. Why didn't she? Not much of her business. "Um...w-what?" she asked softly.

                                          ★ “You don't like being touched, it's in your body language, the way you hesitate when someone gets near you...noticed it earlier but definitely saw it when I was taking your measurements. That isn't normal you know." Parish didn't have a response at first. She didn't want to be rude or impolite but that was a touchy subject. "I just have to be comfortable with someone." she said. Half truth, some people she didn't mind but she did have a problem with it.

                                          ★ "But why? Surely there must be something, and don't worry dear, I don't bring it up to be insensitive, but to help you. Everyone is going to want to know every detail about you and you need to be able to deliver." Parish didn't respond but it was clear that the more Eleya spoke, the more she was getting uncomfortable with it. Eleya continued, " See, ususally that kind of nervous response in someone is caused by something big, maybe it's something you can get a few sympathy sponsers for-" Parish cut her off by very clearly and loudly, turning to Lucan to say, "So Lucan, you think you can help teach me to fight? " to change the subject.

                                          ★ "Fine, but sooner or later these things come up, I'm not the only curious person in Panem, you'll have to tell someone-" Then Parish did something that seemed very out of character for the sweet little girl.

                                          ★"Shut up!" She shouted, turning back to Eleya. Eleya shrunk back a little, a little scared by the sudden outburst. "Just shut up and let it go. It's nothing so leave it alone. " she growled. She shook her head a little and pulled a chair over by Lucan and Kaegrim. "So training? Maybe we can help each other out with it?" she said calmly. Eleya opened her mouth to say something again, and began to speak but no more than a sound came out and she was silent again.

                                          ★ [-so originally the idea was to have her and Cade have a bit of a history, he likes her she doesn't like him ect. and the thought was that maybe he tried something once but nothing ever happened...well now I change my mind for the sake of the story. Something did happen and Parish is a more secretive person so it was kept between her and Cade...have some ideas of how I want to develop that story later on so...kind of excited :3 -]
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                                                  Lucan growled softly as Eleya pulled him aside to take his measurements. He was annoyed that she was going to dress him up in some over the top getup just to impress the single-minded population of the Capitol. Once he was freed from her eagle-like grasp, he returned to conversing with Kaegrim. He explained to him about what he could do, which included hunting and chopping down trees with an axe. Quietly, he mentioned that he preferred wielding an axe to any other weapon, other than his fists of course. His brother used to pick fights with him all the time; of course they were always playfights, but the occasionally knock put them straight.

                                                  "So Lucan, you think you can help teach me to fight? " Parish had said, interrupting the prying Eleya. Lucan had flinched when she spoke to him. It was different hearing her say his name instead of Eleya or someone who just thought him a blank canvas to paint upon.

                                                  "I...er..." he stammered, but fell silent as Eleya commented and the girls entered this vicious cat fight. Okay, it wasn't much of a desire cat fight, but Parish shouted harshly at the blue woman. Though he didn't want to pay attention to their squabbles, he did catch that Parish did not like to be touched. Whatever her reasons, Lucan felt they were her own business. Although, he did believe that the public would pry into everything that made them, well, them.

                                                  When Parish asked about training again, he nodded soundlessly. Looking her over from head to toe, he imaged that she was swift and could dodge with ease. A stealth approached may be her best bet of attack, if it came do it. Perhaps a dagger or even a bow would suit her, if the terrain was right for it. Finally, after assessing his options and her capabilities, he nodded again. "Sure, if you can keep up," he grinned.


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