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 Posted: Sat Sep 18, 2010 3:48 pm
Unpacked from move in; check.
Have school supplies; lemme wash my hands real quick.......check...I think.
No skinwalker outside of dorm room door?...
Shehk made a glance towards the door of her room, her ears drooping evvveerrr so slowly at the realization that yes, Nukpana may have just been out there and she wasn't exactly sure she wanted to open up said door and deal with him just yet that day. It wasn't like he was going to realize she was gone..right? She had to hope so. So she pocketed her keys, cracked open the one window her room had (which was fortunately close enough to the closest tree for her to not have to try too hard to make the jump between them without dying) and it was down to freedom!
Freedom which involved checking to make sure she hadn't unintentionally broken something on the way down... okay, she still had her tail and all of her limbs seemed to still be in one piece, and it was off to freedom!
Where?
Uhhh.....
Shehk had barely hit the walkway between the dorms when this thought came to mind, stopping her mid-step to puzzle over where it was she was going to go, her ears drooping and her tail losing any perk it had before. She didn't want to hit up the woods (too many squirrels; very distracting...), and she didn't really want to stick around the school grounds that closely..
but what was close enough nearby to actually entertain her before she got distracted by squirrel-hunting? Damn. It was times like that it would have been good to have someone on hand to call or something...
Note to self; MAKE MORE FRIENDS.
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Posted: Sat Sep 18, 2010 4:32 pm
In his short time here, Calder had only met a few people. Where they friends? He certainly hoped so! He didn’t know if he made enough of an impression and what was the protocol for seeing someone again after meeting them? Did you have to get an official declaration of some sort that you were someone's friend and that you could not 'hang' with them? Did he wait a few days and then see if they came to find you? Would it be too forward to stand by their door and wait for them?
It was hard deciding what the right way to see someone again was, especially if that person wasn’t a monster. It was weird going into the reaper dorms and pretending you belonged there. Every time he started to walk closer to any other dormitory building, he felt more and more how he didn't belong there and quickly raced back to the monster dorms. So..he was left walking around the campus hoping he'd run into someone he ran into again before – then he'd cling on to them for dear life.
For now, he had other matters to deal with, this one being how to sew a few holes that his maniac scissors decided to add after going through another fit of jitters. He managed to ask a few students before he was lead to the undead dormitory to ask the front desk if he could borrow a thread and needle. They had some constantly on stock, and he promised to return the supplies once he was done. The ghoul at the front desk only raised her eyebrow when she noticed he was fixing a jacket and not a limb, clearly thinking he was a little off.
It was with the thread and needle that he marched back to the dorm building, looking at both and wondering how exactly he went about sewing. Well, he was sure it would come to him once he sat before the mangled article of clothing and set to it. How hard could it be? He looked at the spool of thread and needle before looking up, noticing a girl with a nice line of stitches on her face. Maybe she could give him some useful pointers on how to sew. She clearly was good at it.
"Excuse me? Hello? You there with the stitches on your face? Can I ask you something?" He trotted over, light on his feet as he moved to meet the girl.
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Posted: Sat Sep 18, 2010 5:00 pm
Shehk didn't exactly get 'deep' into thought (she may have drowned if she had attempted to do so...), but that didn't mean that a sudden voice chipping up from somewhere nearby her didn't cause her to jump a little bit, her tail immediately prickling in a way that was almost reminiscent of a cat before she looked at the 'offending' party.
'You there with the stitches on your face'.......
The pricolici immediately scratched the line of stitches across her face, as though suddenly made self-conscious of them, ears drooping just a little bit. Yeah, it was something that she didn't really hide, but it was weird to suddenly have someone call her out about it like that, so the look that Calder initially got from her was one that looked downright guilty.
Then again, she was of the undead. Not everybody really 'liked' them as a group sometimes.
However, the second look that came over her face was pure puzzlement at the figure who approached her, one ear twitching ever so slightly as she looked over the Kelpie. Not that she knew he was a kelpie right off of the bat, but her tail perked up again while the first deep thought of the day went through her head;
IS IT A BOY OR IS IT A GIRL??? SO MUCH EVIDENCE FOR BOTH... or not evidence whatsoever. fjds;lfkasdf. She liked to not have the potential to say something that would make the whole conversation awkward as hell from that point out, but it seemed like that nagging thought would have been the ammo-in-training to happen.
"Uh....Sure?" she finally answered in turn, forcing herself to stop prodding at the face-stitching.
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Posted: Sat Sep 18, 2010 5:25 pm
When the girl stopped, he breathed a sigh of relief. Who knew if the undead would have given him the cold shoulder, and not just because she was dead. Stopping before her, he noticed she checked her face and wondered that, if calling out about stitches, if the undead did a check to make sure they were there. Maybe it was like someone checking their teeth to make sure there wasn't anything in them. Then again, checking stitches made him wonder how bad it would be if any of those would get loose.
Looking at her face, he imagined half of it falling off and inwardly cringed. That had to be messy, and what if it fell in a puddle. Did you rinse off a face that had fallen on the ground or just use the 5 second rule. Wait, what was he asking again? Ooh yes! Sewing!
"Great. I wanted to ask about sewing." He pulled out the spool of thread and needle from his jacket and held it up for her to see. "I wanted to see if you had any advice for a beginner. I was going to work on a jacket my scissors tore up." He looked up into her face, directly at the slender tracks of her stitching. "You look like you sew really well. Your stitches are so nice and smooth. I bet you have lots of experience." He said, pointing up to her face. His eyes then dropped to her clothes. "Do you do your own clothes too?" If so, then this had to be the best person to ask about repairing a jacket.
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Posted: Sat Sep 18, 2010 5:52 pm
Sewing...? Oh. Sewing. The face Shehk made sort of betrayed her thoughts on the subject, again making a point of -not- picking at the stitches in her face. It would have really been bad if her face had gone 'WAHH WAHH' and just fallen off. Could it fall off? She couldn't really do more than feel the surface of it anyways.
However, it was the wrong assumption to think that the stitches on her face had been her own handiwork. No, that had been the work of...of.... dammit, not even thinking on that could she properly think back on the man who had been 'father'. She had to assume he was father. At least in the sense of having been 'sired'. (Dammit if she wasn't just undead, but double the dead.)
"Well... I actually didn't do my own stitchwork on myself." she said plainly, but quickly added on; "At least not on my face. I've.." she made a slight face... "done some upkeep on more stressed areas though."
Yeah, nobody ever got to see the autopsy scars. Even she wasn't sure where they came from, but when one was active them things could get worn.
"I can't promise my handiwork is the most fantastic. I'm only really good at hiding it. Which may be nice, actually.." Shehk seemed to be looking over his coat with a certain level of praise. It wasn't the most PRISTINE PERFECT OF ALL THINGS SHE'D SEEN EVER, but it was still in good shape. "Hiding the stitches would probably keep up the nice shape you have going on already."
Hey. While she didn't do her own work (she just came that way..), she could still show the bo..gi-...THINGGGGG a thing or two. Basics! She knew the basics like a pro!
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Posted: Sat Sep 18, 2010 6:27 pm
Her words worked slowly in his mind, and he wondered if she didn't do her own stitching on her face, who would? Wouldn't those stitching get worn? With all the talking and moving, he would think it would pull a bit, but what did he know about the undead in the end? His limited knowledge basically involved him knowing that they were dead, and they could move about and talk just like anyone else. Well, talk with the risk of their lips falling off it not properly secured on their face. Maybe they had sewing circles, a friend upkeep system that, as a show of friendship, you'd help sew a friend's limb on when they were in need. Just like how someone might braid someone else's hair to keep up appearances. It all required practice, skill, and some experienced fingers.
Clader gave a long "Ohhhh..", trying to understand. "So your friend helped you." He looked at Shehk more slowly now, his eyes falling from her face and down her neck, squinting to see any sign of her own handiwork. Moving down, he passed her body, lower, lower, and lower still, his frown becoming deeper the less skin he saw. A nice skirt or open blouse would have been good to see what she was talking about, but her modest clothes hid the 'hidden stitching' she was talking about.
It was the mention of his shape that caused his eyes to shoot back up to her face, and he looked down at himself, patting his body a moment as if to check what his shape was again, before looking back up. "Shape? Well, I don't want everything to be too baggy." He nodded. Yes. He wanted to keep his shape. "Your clothes keep your shape really well. Very tight. I can see all your curves. I don't see a single stitch. Where do you hide them?" he stepped closer, hands still holding the needle and thread. "Do you think you could show me?" Maybe if she just sewed a finger or something, he'd be able to see what she was talking about.
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Posted: Sat Sep 18, 2010 6:47 pm
If she showed off anything more than she already did, it would be a disaster. Especially given she somehow managed to hide it all in the FEARleader uniform. That was a talent, after all! However, it seemed that it would have really been easier for her to do a little...ahhh.. upkeep on herself to start with.
That's where everything had an opportunity to be awkward. It wasn't like she could just take off her vest and then make it easy to find something to clean up. No, she was going to have to roll up her shirt and work somewhere around her naval. That was probably the one that needed it the most. Shehk took a moment to glance around before ultimately settling on a patch of grass, given sitting was going to be a requirement.
"Alright, lemme see if I can find a spot that could use a little bit of love."
It was almost like an awkward not-intended-to-be-a-strip-tease sort of thing, Shehk peeling off her vest first, before rolling up the shirt underneath it, frowning at one of the stitched-up areas she had in her lower abdomen (it looked like someone had shoved two big ol' greasy fingers into a hole to try and yank something out before it had been stitched up tightly), and then at the ever-so-recognizable bottom-y of her stitching. Well, middle-line of it.
So, much, thread!
Prod prod.... prod prod. It was with a little bit of effort on her part she finally found a spot where the threading was starting to come loose.
"All right, Lemme see what you've got there and I'll try to patch this up. It's never fun to have threading come undone when you're in class or something similar."
AH HA HA.
Like practice. That had been awkard.
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Posted: Sat Sep 18, 2010 8:39 pm
His inquires had been rewarded and she moved over to a patch of grass to give a full demonstration of her seamstress skills. Eager for a beginner's introduction to sewing, Calder moved in front, kneeling down on hands and knees to watch, leaning in see her take off her shirt and, with no hesitation, lift up her shirt. It was certainly new to see such deep stitching on someone's stomach, but they were at least impressive stitching, at least to him. While he expected a sort of seam similar to a stuffed animal, her marks dotted her body and came as a line down her center.
Aside from noticing she wasn't as skinny as he first thought, he pulled out his thread and needle and offered them to her as he watched her poke and prod to get any frayed stitching free. "Doesn’t that hurt?" He wondered if the Undead even felt the sort of pain from cuts and the p***k of a needle the same way he did, but considering she was so willing to pull herself apart at the seams, he wasn't going to be too concerned. He just hoped parts didn't fall out in the process. If she started to come undone to the point she couldn't sew herself back up, more or less a pile of parts, he wouldn't know where to even begin sewing her back together.
As he thought of the girl coming to pieces, she seemed to express the same thoughts as well. "It's good to patch yourself up. Well, sew yourself up. I bet patches would be hard to find …then again you could just borrow. Maybe replacing would be easy if you could find it. Do you use dead flesh or fresh flesh? Well, I guess if you rip if off it doesn’t really matter. It would just be dead at that point." Then again, rotting flesh sounded like it would just not work as well.
While he rambled, he closely watched what she was doing, scooting closer and closer and leaning in so that his head was hovering above her lap. "Do you have to sew yourself up a lot to keep yourself from falling part?" He wondered if they lost a part, how their Undead Lost and Found looked like. It must be hard to replace parts if you had a particular shade of skin. Her skin was fascinating to be able to be stitched like this, and the stitching! This was the stitching of a MASTER stitcher. A stitcher with unsurpassed skills for sewing (at least that's what he thought). The overwhelming awe started to take a hold and he felt his arm twitch. He started to lift a hand, wanting to reach out and poke her stitching. Was she told to the touch or hot? Where her insides just luke warm? His finger moved closer.
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Posted: Sat Sep 18, 2010 9:13 pm
Shehk almost seemed to notice that he had gears turning in his head, one ear twitching evvveeerr so slightly. Obviously he wasn't well versed in the undead. Well.. she was a good enough mix of both worlds for it to probably be an overall lesson.
"Only one of these 'really' hurts." she answered, pausing in her threading of the needle to motion to the was-a-hole-and-the-like wound in her lower belly. It was a rather out-of-place thing. "It's always irritated and unhappy. I think it hurts because I got it in life.... and is probably what killed me. If my allergic reactions are anything to go off of." Though she didn't go so far as to explain that her 'allergy' she spoke of was to silver. Silver and garlic. She didn't want to go into anaphylactic shock ever.
"These other stitches I have happened post-death, pre-undeath." she went on to explain. "So I don't really feel any of them. I'm pretty numb right around them as well. But I would feel it if I was jabbed in the belly button.." er, what was stitched together of it now.. "really hard."
It was sort of strange to think about it, but that was really how it was for her. It was the 'patches' comment that made Shehk make a slight face, seeming to have NEVER had a thought about the whole thing. What -would- she use?
"Well... I've never had to 'patch' myself up. I tend to keep myself in good condition...but.." she paused again, thinking about this. "IF I had to, I'd want the freshest skin I could possibly get to replace what I lost. If it's already necrotic, I don't want it eating my other tissue."
Once she'd finally gotten the needle threaded, it was time to go to town, sitting up as straight as possible so that the skin she was resewing wouldn't overlap and make her stitch it oddly. She didn't need to sew three patches of skin together. That would have been horrible and painful.
That lingering hand earned it's own variety of odd-stare, however. Sigh.
"If you want to help, if you push the two sides of the skin together so the edges aren't exposed anymore, it'll be a big help. It's hard to hold the halves together and sew at the same time."
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Posted: Mon Sep 20, 2010 3:16 pm
While Shehk explained, Calder sat back to look up, pointing to the palm of one hand, and then the other, as he tried to figure out exactly when she got the other cuts. So after death…..before being undead? He would have thought she got the rest after death because of general wear and tear. Maybe the undead didn't have a sense of well-being until later and tended to get cut up on accident. Saying that she felt numb led him to believe that much, but then who the heck would cut someone up after they were dead? If anyone saw any interest in a dead thing, wouldn't that something be the type to eat it?
He then recalled a mad butcher that lived several miles up the river from where he lived and guessed that maybe that was the case. She must have ran into some rather unpleasant people. "Sorry to hear you got butchered before you became undead. At least you have all your limbs and whoever messed with you didn't chuck you in the river. I've seen bloated skin. It doesn't look like it would be useful if you had to use it." It was, however, very tender and could be marinated in all sorts of things!
Trying not to think of home cooking, he was quickly distracted by the opportunity to help the girl out with her sewing, and he clapped his hands together before scooting closer, knees bumping against her legs as he leaned in. "I'd love to help. I need to learn sewing after all, and you're being such a great help. I get to see the master in action..uh, mistress in action?" He wasn't sure how that worked.
Not bothered, he reached out and slowly pressed his fingertips against her exposed skin, blinking with a thrilling surprise that it was not cold at all! She was actually a little warm, and he had a faint idea to try and see how she smelled. Glancing up and then back to her stomach, he pressed the two pieces of skin together. "Like this?" He asked, not wanting to be more of a nuisance than a help.
Just look at him! He was sewing! This was the best lesson ever. School hadn't even started and he was already learning and making friends.
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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2010 7:42 pm
... Yeah, there were definitely gears turning in the bo-..gir-..jfdsa;kfl THE ANDROGYNOUS ONE'S head. Just what Calder was thinking was completely a mystery to her, however. Unfortunately, she didn't have the magic of mind-reading. NOPE, NO MIND READING HERE. As fun as it would have been to have that magic power. However, it wasn't something she really wanted to get into.
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Ew. She could only imagine what went on in the heads of others. Hell, she could only comparatively ponder if she wanted her own thoughts to be read. That was a no. They weren't always squeaky, to say the least. Either way, it seemed she was good to go on stitching up.
"That's perfect~"
One would think that stabbing into their own flesh with a needle would be a lot more painful than it actually was for Shehk, seeming to sigh when she made a point of hiding the knot UNDER the skin before she went about CAREFULLY sewing the two spots of skin back together. It wasn't really a big area to sew up, but even little things could get enormous and bad if left alone for too long.
She didn't want it to be enormous and bad.
"I wasn't butchered, post mortum, actually." she explained while she worked, seeming to not be bothered at all by the assumption. Most things that had that many stitchmarks tended to actually be from such things in most cases anyways. "What I have are called 'autopsy' scars. Meaning someone was prodding around inside my body... I think they were trying to fish out whatever it was that killed me."
It was a strange thought, 'killed'.
"I mean, I doubt anybody as young as I am would just..Die. I don't feel ill all the time, anyways.."
Great, now she was going to question her own death. GOODIE.
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Posted: Thu Sep 23, 2010 8:11 pm
He was staying per-fect-ly still to make sure he didn't jerk and misalign anything. This seemed like a delicate and intricate process and he felt like the assistant nurse to the genius doctor about to perform her magic. It was an entirely different experience to watch someone stab a needle into a piece of fabric than it was to see it penetrate skin. What was the most disturbing of all was that she didn't flinch when the needle went in, but brought the sliver of silver dive in and out of the milky-gray skin of the undead teen. He felt no hitch of breath to indicate pain or even surprise, and continued to observer more and more. Part of him had a fleeting desire to lift one of the flaps of skin, no doubt pulling on the stitches, to see what was inside. Would she miss anything if he pulled out a liver, a lung, a heart?
But he didn't tear Shehk apart and instead let his ears flick as she spoke, pursing his lips in thought as she told him about her scars. "Someone was cutting you up to fish inside of you? That seems awful. What sort of fish do you think he was looking for? Do you think a fish killed you?" Swing and a miss. "Because, you know, I had someone tell me of a friend of a friend of my aunt who jumped into a river without checking and was torn up by man-eating fish once. Ate a whole right through his stomach." He considered her scars once more to see any sign of fishy teeth marks.
"You held up pretty well! You don't look torn up at all. Well, aside from the stitches." He beamed back up to her, smiling. "For being killed by fish and then to have some hungry person try and find one by messing with you, I'd say you don't look like lit. I didn't know when first looking at you. You really did a good job at fixing yourself up." She didn't have any brutal markings aside from the stitches, and even those were tight and tidy. If he had an extra arm, he would have run a finger against one just to feel just how nicely stitched they were.
Taking his eyes off her needlework, he looked up to her face. "You should pat yourself on the back. If I was undead, I'd be dropping limbs and everything with how bad I sew. I tried fixing my jacket and it fell to pieces when I held it up. I bet you don't have that problem." Well, he hoped not. It was probably a pain to fix yourself if you lost your face or arm. Wow! Did that mean she could sew with one hand! He bet she could.
Grinning at the thought, he looked back down. "Are you ticklish?" He was near her stomach after all. Just because she was numb didn't mean she still could be ticklish.
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Posted: Thu Sep 23, 2010 8:59 pm
She..uhh...
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"Yes. Yes it was. But I was dead for it, fortunately." Shehk finally decided it was a lost-cause to try and correct the..IT. Dammit, she'd figure it out eventually. So cute and little and cute and androgynous. Dammit if it wasn't confusing to try and converse without letting some little gender-identifier slip. She'd hate to..ah.. mislabel. Then again, she'd just been labelled with 'death by fish'.
...
.... How special (Actually, that made fish sound pretty delicious. Hmm). Either way, once she was content with the stitching job, she was happy enough to tie off the stitch, hide the knot (if that thing got caught on anything it'd rip the whole thing out and she'd be screaming bloody murder loud enough for EVERYBODY to hear it).
"Ha ha. If you were undead, you'd be living in a dorm full of people who would be capable of giving you a hand. Though all of my stitching is within reach for me, so I'm safe...ish."
If she'd been a patchwork, she would have had hell to pay in trying to maintain herself with all those parts. Ahh!
An-... ticklish?
Shehk made a funny face.
"I.. have never checked. I would imagine I still am, but I've heard the terminology of 'laughing oneself into stitches'.... and I'm not sure if that would imply I'd bust mine or not." She took a moment to check the smoothness of her stitches, running her fingers along them, before grabbing Calder's hand to do the same.
"It won't be anywhere near this smooth with fabric, but if you're careful to hide the thread while you sew, you can make the surface around them look pretty seamless."
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Posted: Tue Sep 28, 2010 7:50 pm
The idea of being undead wasn't unappealing, and he didn't think he would mind if he had such a big support group to help him out. It would be nice to have so many friends crowd around you, giving their advice and offering their guidance as they stitched your arm or face back on. Hopefully not his lips since he would go a mile a minute with talking with his undead friends, but that was a fantasy and he tucked that way for the rare possibility that, if he should die, that combing back as the undead would not be a bad thing.
"Everyone sewing everyone else up sounds like my grandmother's quilting circle. They use flesh too, and they all seem like a tight group. I didn't know that the undead were so close to each other. You must have lots of friends to help you out. I'd think that if you were ticklish, they'd un-bust any seam for you just to bust them again." It was nice to laugh after all. "You do laugh, right? You shouldn't worry about tearing a stitch because of that." He sounded concerned, looking at her as if she might be suppressing emotions in fear of hurting herself. "Because if you are, I'll learn to sew as soon as I can so that you can laugh without any worries." Just to make that clear. He wasn't a undead thing, or even experienced with a spool and thread, but he'd rather see anyone he knew (even shortly) have a fun time laughing.
With that, the sewing lesson was done, and Shehk let him have a feel of what true skill was. It was smooth, without any bumps or exposed corners of skin. Fingertips following the trail of thread, he gently moved them up and down, taking in the gentle glide of smooth skin. Up and down. Up and down. Up and down.
"You're really good. It's so smooth. It's almost like you don't have a cut here at all." Up and down. Up and down. " You must have been sewing for a long time. Did someone teach you when you became undead, or did you just know how to do it? Did you learn from someone?" He didn't know how being undead went. Did you wake up knowing certain things or did you start from scratch? Was there sewing lessons offered to the recent undead or was it just trial and error? Maybe having to rely on your sewing skills and having to learn it from others created such a strong tie among the undead.
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Posted: Wed Sep 29, 2010 7:35 am
"As smooth as it can be, anyways. Just requires some extra TLC." Extra TLC that she would have lost patience for long before the entire stitching job had been finished. Hell, human world 'doctors' supposedly just stapled them shut. Funny how she now knew this. Who had told her that? She had some vague recollection of someone saying something like that.
Then again, those first 10 years of being undead were a mostly-haze to her that she tried to get some memories of every now and then. Hmm. But mostly she could only remember basic things like where she'd been and what it had looked like. It was specifics like 'who else was there' and 'what did you do' and the like that she was really hazy on.
Ugh....
Being undead was a little strange when it came to details like that, however. It was like double the time, none of the experience. Or something like that. Either way, she tried to not think too much on it and figured it'd be more convenient to leave that level of thought to herself.
"I'm not sure. I feel like I may have known a little bit of sewing before I died, since I can't recall ever having to 'learn' to sew myself. Does that make sense?" she asked, rethreading the needle and stabbing one one of it into the spool before offering it to the kelpie. There, now he could try and practice what it was he'd just learned when he had a chance.
"But I imagine, to some extent, that we all learn it rather quickly if we don't have someone else giving us regular maintenance. And here, the only person keeping you in one piece is you."
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