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Post by Evelyn on Oct 18, 2004 0:23:10 GMT -5
Evelyn bit her thumb a bit and wiped the blood away again. It was bleeding a bit more violently than she would have liked. She looked at him with a frown still fixed upon her face but she sighed heavily. When he asked if she had eaten she shook her head and gave a small smirk, attempting to just give up on getting him out of that shirt. "Nah...haven' had anything yet. There's...er...work ta do." She stated with a solemn nod and tightening ropes and things over again, checking and double checking the knots she had just made.
"Comfortable is it?" Evelyn asked lifting a curved brow at him. "Keeps ye cool does it?" she asked biting down on her bottom lip a bit and shaking her head. "Well, if I walked around the bloody decks with a shirt THAT revealing I'd be comfortable too...but is THAT any excuse?" Evelyn asked him, giving him a concerned look and then shaking her head. She didn't like arguing with Eric, especially now that her birthday was so close. Just a day away really. She knew she would want him to be on good terms with her then, even if another side of her could care less.
"Gah, an' I'll be alright." Evelyn stated with a bit of grunt. "Ye worry too much 'bout me..." she said with the smallest hint of a smile. In truth, Evelyn could TELL Eric held back his concern. She had seen how concerned he was about her sleep and if she was a bit kinder and softer, he might indeed have nagged at her ALL the time for doing things that weren't good for her. Evelyn didn't put too much thought in what was good for her really. To her, the only important people in her life were the crew and Eric. Plain and simple. As long as Eric was alright, so was she.
Still, his eyes looked at her with a bit of a scolding look and she sighed. "Fine, fine!" she finally stated, ripping a piece of her sash and then wrapping it with difficulty 'round her finger. With a bit of frustration Evelyn sighed and stopped herself. "Gah...would ye bloody 'elp me tend ta it at least then?" Evelyn asked, giving the smallest hint of a laugh at it all. She remembered her ankle and how she had thought she would lose it and she smiled in amusement.
Just then however, she remembered Barbossa and what he had done to her. It was his fault that had happened to her, and she frowned a bit at this. She tried shaking it out of her head and looked to Eric lovingly. "I can' believe we're back here again. I swear if this whole bloody island blew ta bits tomorrow I wouldn' miss it one bit." Evelyn sighed, looking at it as it loomed closer.
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Post by Eric Jackson on Oct 18, 2004 0:46:24 GMT -5
*Eric frowned a little more when she shook her head to show she had indeed not eaten either. He certainly wasn't going to until she did, though he figured they may as well just wait now and get something in Port Royal. He figured Evelyn would want to go to one of the taverns and he assumed there would be food they could eat there, even if it wasnt too delicious.
She brought up his shirt again and the grin returned to his face. He shrugged a little, smoothing it over with his hands.* Well Im not taking it off *He grunted, and then eyed her. She did have a point but he wasn't about to admit that, he still felt he had a point too.* Yeah well you have a lot more to show then I do, I can get away with a shirt like this. *He stated, nudging her a bit. He knew it bothered Evelyn when other women would take an interest in him, and all he could do was smile at her. She had nothing to worry about and he hoped she knew that. He'd given up a lot to be with her, and he loved her more then life itself...he wouln't jepordize that.
When she finally gave in to wrapping up her cut he flashed her a relieved smile and gladly helped her with it. He grabbed her hand and carefully tied the piece of sash about it, firmly but gently not wanting to do her further damage. His hands were rougher now, the work on the ship was more demanding then it had been in the blacksmith shop. But he still attempted gentle touches, not sure if they came off as such.
He laughed at her Port Royal comment, his brown eyes looking out towards the island growing larger with every passing minute. He shrugged a little and looked back at her.* I don't mind it, but that stands to reason. *He grunted. Really the only thing he was dreading about going back to the place was his fear of running into Elinor. He knew she'd cause some kind of scene, maybe even try to get him back again. As long as he kept close to Evelyn and stayed clear of the fancy parts of Port Royal, he figured they'd be fine.*
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Post by Evelyn on Oct 18, 2004 1:01:48 GMT -5
Evelyn smiled slightly as Eric mentioned she had a lot more to show. "Well...I suppose yer righ'...but still...if it would bother YOU that much than at least consider how it bothers me, savvy?" she asked as he wrapped her thumb and caressed his cheek softly. Her hands weren't the softest in the world, and neither were Erics, but Evelyn preferred it that way really. Better to have secure hands that showed wear than to have hands soft as silk that couldn't pick you up, she always thought.
He was a large man really and having roughened and worked hands only added to his attractiveness, at least to Eve. She ran her hand through his short, loose curled, hair and she smiled up at him. He finished wrapping the finger and she looked at it a bit. "Thanks Eric..." she said softly, looking out towards the oceans and making her way towards the sides of the ship and leaning on the gunwalls. Her hair tossed in the wind and she sighed heavily, shivering slightly and looking up to the heavens.
"I think there's a storm comin' soon." She stated, looking over her shoulder at Eric and smiling. "Jus' what we need eh? A storm on our arrival in Port Royale...somehow I think 'm not the ONLY one who doesn' think us goin' there is a bad idea." she said with a small laugh and looking up at the heavens again. Her eyes turned to the horizon and she crossed her arms a bit, leaning her elbows on the side. "D'ye think we'll see tha' Elinor wench?" she asked, lifting a brow but not tearing her eyes away from the place. "I swear if I do, tha' woman's as good as dead." she stated flatly.
"An'...I mean...gah..." she said with a bit of frustration. "I mean...I jus' don' want any trouble, ye know?" she spoke, looking down at the waters and then looking back at Eric. "I just like this...this peace we have...together. I don' wanna risk loosin' that, ye know?" Evelyn said with an almost sad tone. It was as if she EXPECTED something to come between them. For Evelyn, good things NEVER lasted...and she was afraid this one wouldn't either...
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Post by Eric Jackson on Oct 18, 2004 1:20:03 GMT -5
*Eric gave her a side long glance as she made yet another good point about the shirt he was wearing. He sighed a little but didnt do anything about it, only continued to wrap her finger until he finished. He smiled back at her as she ran her fingers through his hair and he closed his eyes for a moment, taking in a deep breath of the cool salty air.
He watched her make her way over to the gunwalls. As she leaned against it with her hair blowing in the wind Eric smiled. He couldn't understand why she didn't think of herself as attractive, he personally thought she was beautiful. Not exactly in the classic fair maiden way, but in her own way. She was unlike any woman he had met in his life, inside and out and he loved her for it. It bothered him she was insecure about it. No woman would ever be more beautiful to him then she was, nor would another woman be as fiesty. But he liked her this way, gave him a bit of a challenge as well as an interesting love life!
He chuckled a little at this thought and went over to her, glancing up towards the darkening sky as she mentioned a storm on its way. He nodded softly but said nothing. It did seem almost like a warning of sorts. His eyes went back to her as she brought up Elinor and he shrugged.* Its possible we could, if she knows we're here she'll likely seek us out. *He answered, a thoughtful look on his face. He really hoped they could avoid her. He laughed a little when she said the woman would be as good as dead if they met up.* I wouldn't doubt that. *He winked.
As she spoke again he noticed the sadness in her voice and he frowned, his brow furrowed. When she shivered he stood closer to her and slipped his arms about her casually as if it would make her any warmer. He sighed heavily, his gaze resting on Port Royal again.* You aren't going to loose this, Evelyn. Elinor should be the least of your worries anyways. *He stated reassuringly, even though he had the same worries she did. Every person he had ever loved in his lifetime had been taken from him and deep down he didn't see why it should be any different with Evelyn. He was always afraid of loosing her, though he knew he'd fight to the death to keep her.*
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Post by Evelyn on Oct 18, 2004 1:34:38 GMT -5
Evelyn looked over her shoulder to Eric as he neared her. She took in all he said and nodded at a few things. "Ye know...she jus' might wanna get ye back." Evelyn stated as he wrapped an arm around her and she put her back to the gunwalls, her arms snaking their way around his waist. "I couldn' stand losin' ye to her." she spitting her words a bit. She glared at the decks and then looked upwards at him.
She held him tightly, resting her head on his chest and smiled a bit. "I jus'...I don' like that place. Everytime we go there somethin' bad comes of it. I don' want anythin' else stirrin' up problems between us...I mean...I'M bloody bad enough." Evelyn said with a laugh. She closded her eyes a moment then, remembering how they had lay in bed just a few minutes before, warm, cozy, and so close.
She buried her face in the crook of his neck a bit and smiled. She nuzzled his neck a bit and sighed heavily. "Ye know Eric...I kinda like yer height...this way I can hold ye without havin' ta look at yer face all the time...because ye know...that would just scare me off." Evelyn said teasingly, giving him a wink.
Evelyn loved this feeling, being sheltered simply by him. Being next to him in any way was comforting, but being in his arms like this was the best of all. It was why she had decided to stay in his cabin the first place. If not for that, she might have simply stayed in her own, because honestly, Eric was too large of a man and could easily take up most of the bed himself, although, he DID try and make space for her and she found it inconvenienced him only slightly, so she was alright with that.
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Post by Eric Jackson on Oct 18, 2004 1:50:20 GMT -5
*As she turned around to face him, slipping her arms around his waist he smiled at her, stroking her cheek with his hand.* She can want me all she wants, you're the one who has me. Thats all that matters. *He stated with a warm laugh, putting his arm back down again. In a way he was glad she was worried about loosing him, it meant she really did care about ending up with him or not. He remembered how he felt when he she had invited Luis on the ship over a year ago, it was an awful feeling....he didn't want her to feel the same thing.
No, Elinor was a small piece of his past that he would prefer not become any part of his future. Around the right people she was a good person, but the things she had said to Evelyn that day he left Port Royal made him despise her. He'd never forgive her for treating Evy that way. It had angered him beyond words.
He laughed a little at her next comment and nodded his head.* Thats true, you are a bit of a....handful. *He winked.* But then not all bad things happen there. I met up with you again in Port Royal you know. *He stated, the memory of that day still fresh in his mind. It was a fun story to tell, not everyday two people get back together after killing two blokes chasing the lady.
She commented on his height and he laughed loudly and rolled his eyes.* That works both ways you know. *He grinned, referring to her own rather small stature. In all honesty he did love her smaller size, not just because it made it easier for them to sleep in the same small bed in his cabin, but because he felt he could protect her better.* When we do get to Port Royal we should go get some food, maybe check up on our glorious mansion. *He laughed, referring to the small rickety home that Evelyn had suggested they keep a while back.*
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Post by Sarah Fleming on Oct 18, 2004 15:27:17 GMT -5
Sarah yawned and stretched in her bed. She had moved next door to the Turners' since the baby was born. She still helped them as much as she had next door, but now she had her own place.
She yawned and turned in her bed to look outside. It was a nice day and she smiled. She could see the docks from her bedroom window and was about to get dressed when she saw a ship.
Sarah ran and threw open her window, walking out on her porch. It was the Pearl. Sarah ran back inside and quickly changed. She then ran to the Turners and knocked on the door. Elizabeth...Will...are you there?
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Rhys Tolen
Councellor/First Mate
The beatings will continue until morale improves.
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Post by Rhys Tolen on Oct 18, 2004 22:19:32 GMT -5
Sleep was a long time coming for Rhys. She lay awake in her bed staring at the small port hole that streamed light in, making dancing patterns on her covers. It was the only light in her cabin, starting to prefer the dark. She lived in it now, it concealed her and comforted her. It was like the old days. Her days as a top theif in Port Royal.
She would sleep in the dark, hide in the dark. Hide from the law and hide from the men. She would stay in the dark as much as possible trying to stay out of sight and out of mind, much as she was doing now. It helped her, kept her distant from everyone. And yet, it hurt her. She missed having a friend that she could truly talk to. Instead she was left to her thoughts in the dark.
All of the old memories were starting up again, the memories of her brother, Ryley's death. Memories of the first time they had touched her. Memories of her choice. With this came the thoughts that she actually was dirt, no one cared. Rhys was a nobody.
Sighing, she closed her eyes and willed the thoughts away. She tried to shut out her thoughts, as she shut out the sun with a closing of the eyes. However, as the sun always made it harder to achieve pitch black, her thoughts could not be kept out entirely. She was filled with doubt. "Did I choose, right? How do I know I should not be with a different crew, right now? With a different Captain? On a different boat?" she questioned out loud. It was the first time she had actually asked aloud. Suddenly the doubt, and the question seemed more real. Perhaps she should not have come here...
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Post by Evelyn on Oct 18, 2004 22:26:00 GMT -5
Evelyn lay her head on his chest a bit and as he reassured her, she grinned. "Good ta hear mate...besides...if ye said otherwise...ye would 'ave been dead." she teased. Evelyn always teased Eric that she could take him on, and rightfully speaking if she had ever really gotten into a brawl with him she would at the very least put up a hell of a fight but in the end, Eric was much too big for her. Besides...Evelyn had come to learn over the years the men were simply freakishly stronger and so she honed her skills with a blade and that saved her skin more often than not when she was aboard the Devil's Wrath.
The wind whipped up a bit again and dark clouds were spotted in the distance. Evelyn looked away from him and instead furrowed her brows a bit as if attempting to measure exactly how large this storm would be. On the other side of her she spotted Port Royale. In truth Evelyn wouldn't mind facing the storm aboard the ship, it was a rush for her really, tending to things in the pouring, icy, weather.
His voice brought her back again and she smirked slightly. He mentioned meeting her there again and she placed herself on the tips of her toes and kissed his cheek gently. "Yer right I suppose...although even THEN we met on pretty bad terms..." she said rolling her eyes a bit. "I mean...ye didn' even TRY an' help me at all..." she said a bit too sternly. Recalling the events it almost upset her again that he hadn't done a thing as she was grasped around the throat and then hit across the face. She could almost feel the fist colliding with her face again and she shook her head a bit and seperated from him slowly.
Instead Evelyn went back to leaning on the side of the ship and looking out at the glimmering waters that were slowly beginning to churn a bit more violently. "Food...sounds good..." Evelyn sighed a bit and turned a bit pensieve. She smirked slightly at the mention of their small home and she nodded. "Tha'd be a good prospect 's well..." she said trailing off a bit, not really noticing that she was. It was just, her mind was in a different place at the moment.
Come to think of it...Eric had indeed been on the opposite side of her a few times and it bugged her. She shrugged at it all trying to shake it and then bad memories leaked in. Barbossa...Elinor...and then there were those small moments...
"Gah...an' I'll be 23 tomorrow..." Evelyn said a bit to herself. She scratched her head a bit and ran a hand through her hair a bit. A lot had happened ever since she escaped the Devil's Wrath years ago...and perhaps it was her birthday that was bringing up all these memories.
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Post by Eric Jackson on Oct 18, 2004 23:23:03 GMT -5
*Eric laughed and glanced down at her with a raised brow. She was always talking about how she could take him on, it was a fun jest between the two of them really.* You're like one of those small dogs who thinks they can kick anyones arse. *He winked, giving her a bit of a squeeze. She was one hell of a little firecracker, much smaller then him but that didnt keep her from intimidating him at times. In a hands on fight, he could take her easy. But if you threw swords in the mix, well that would be an entirely different story.
As she reached up and kissed his cheek he grinned and shrugged a little, looking back out at the imposing storm. He supposed she was right, it hadnt been the greatest of terms they reunited on. In fact it resulted in two dead buggars that they dumped in the bay. He laughed a little and shook his head. But as she scoleded him and pulled away his brow furrowed. He thought he had helped out, he had taken one of them out after all, with the table leg. But then it hit him, he HAD hit the guy holding Elinor, not Evelyn. He shifted a bit, feeling rather like an idiot now.* Sorry about that I just...I guess I figured you could handle yourself and well, it was obvious Elinor couldnt. *he said with a sigh, deciding to shut up before he dug himself into a deeper hole.
As she began to speak, sounding more like she was in her own little world Eric plopped down on a barrel, gazing through the railings of the ship. When she mentioned that tomorrow would be her birthday she didnt really sound all that happy about it. Eric frowned a little and decided to attempt to cheer her up a little. He rose and went over to her, placing his hands on her shoulders and giving them a soft squeeze.* I've been working on something for your birthday. Its not much but hopefully it'll cheer you up a bit. I was gonna wait and give it to you tomorrow but now is as good a time as any I suppose. *He said, giving her a mischevious smile.
He tugged at her sleeve as if to signal to her to follow him and he hurried down to their cabin. He sifted through some various papers before pulling out an ink drawing he had made. Eric was a brillant artist though he rarely let anyone in on that. If he drew at all, he never kept his work until now. It was a sketch of a quaint little shop, maps strewn all about. It looked like a warm and cozy place with a man seated upon a chair and a little girl with dark curls upon his lap, smiling brightly.
He handed it to Evelyn, almost as if he were shy about her seeing it. He hoped she'd like it. It wasnt a fancy trinket or anything useful really, but he knew her father had been a mapmaker and he knew she cared about the man deeply and so he drew this.* Happy birthday, Evelyn. *he said, blushing slightly as he rocked back and forth on his heels, anticipating her reaction.*
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Post by Evelyn on Oct 18, 2004 23:49:09 GMT -5
Evelyn didn't even bother looking over at Eric as he spoke. She knew he had had the best intentions but Evelyn could take things like that personally. Evelyn was the type of person that could forgive but never forgot. It simply embedded itself in her and remained lodged. That was it...no budging. She sighed heavily getting further and further angered with him and frustrated at herself for doing so.
Just then however, she was pulled out of her state when Eric pulled at her and she looked at him with a raised brow. "Workin' on somethin'?" Evelyn asked with a bit of a frown. She didn't want anything really...she figured she didn't deserve it from the way she was acting with him. She followed Eric a bit reluctantly, almost dragging her feet away from the decks and heading below decks with him.
Evelyn sighed heavily at herself. She attempted to put on a smile figuring he deserved her full appreciative smile for whatever it was he was going to give her. He had put an effort into her and that mattered more than anything. "Eric mate...ye really didn' need ta do anythin'..." she told him softly as he sifted through the papers.
When the drawing was given to her however Evelyn glanced it over and her jaw dropped slightly. The picture looked oddly VERY much like her father...the whole scene looked all too familiar and she was a bit speechless really. It was amazing...she hadn't known Eric had this amount of talent. "E,Eric..." Evelyn began with a bit of a stuttering and swallowing hard. "This is...amazin'..." she said barely above a whisper. A lump grew in her throat and she could sense a tear prickling her eye.
She quickly wiped this away and sniffled a bit. "Erm...thanks Eric...I love it mate. Really..." she began slowly trying to clear her throat and looking to Eric with kind eyes that were glazed with a tearyness rarely seen. She embraced him warmly forgetting all the anger she had held before and attempting to let it all melt away. "Actually..." she whispered in his ear and then looked at the drawing again. "It looks a bit TOO familiar. Have I ever described my father's map shop to ye Eric?" Evelyn asked lifting a curved brow.
"An' what 'bout that little girl...who's that supposed ta be?" Evelyn asked curiously, running her finger over the drawing of the little girl a bit and then furrowing her brows as a tear fought its way free and ended up trickling down anyway.
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Post by Eric Jackson on Oct 19, 2004 0:01:47 GMT -5
*Eric smiled proudly and relaxed greatly when he saw that he had rendered Evelyn speechless with his little gift. He took it to mean she had liked it then. He stood closer to her, his eyes wandering about the sketch and he slipped an arm about her waist. He was shocked quite honestly that the gesture had gone so far to make her shed a tear or two.* Well, Im glad you like it. *He said with a soft laugh.
He held her tightly, closing his eyes for a moment as she whispered in his ear. He pondered her question a moment and then slowly shook his head, looking back at the drawing as well.* No...you told me a little about your dad but not his shop. *He stated thoughtfully, and then smiled at her as she asked about the little girl.* Well...she's supposed to be you. And the man is supposed to be your father. *He answered. He reached out and wiped the tear from her cheek with his hand and then pushed a few curls from her face.*
When I was younger, the first night my mom and I were forced on the streets there was this huge storm. This little girl saw us out by a dumster and let us take refuge in this small little map shop with her and her father. I think his name was Timothy...or maybe Thomas. But I based the drawing off of that. *He explained, looking her over.*
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Post by Evelyn on Oct 19, 2004 0:16:36 GMT -5
Evelyn leaned her head on Eric's shoulder a bit as his arm found its way around her waist. She looked the drawing over again with furrowed brows pondering all that he had said carefully. "Really..." she said softly to no one in particular. He wiped the tear from her cheek and brushed a few curls from her face. She smiled up at him a bit and kissed his lips softly. "Well i's jus'..." and then...as Eric mentioned the name of the man and the events it suddenly hit her. That WAS her father!
"ERIC!" she suddenly said a bit loudly looking at the drawing, dropping her jaw a bit and then looking back at him. "That was me! The storm? The dumpsters!? I remember seein' a little boy an' his mother...Margaret was her name...right?" Evelyn asked lifting a brow and brushing away a tear. "An'...an'...I saw ye...I asked ye ta come in...I think I ran out ta the both of ye. It was bloody rainin' cats an' dogs...I remember now!" Evelyn said with a bit of excitement in her tone.
"Well...bloody 'ell...what a coincidence..." She said with a small smirk and embracing him slightly. "I always thought that boy was a bit attractive..." she told him playfully and giving him a small nudge in the side. It was all coming back to her. How Eric and his mother were shivering in the cold rain and how Evelyn pitied them.
Her father's mapshop seemed warmer than usual that night and she remembered even making him a cup of tea. She shook her head and laughed a bit. "Guess we were jus' bloody MEANT ta meet again." Evelyn said with a bit of disbelief and shaking her head.
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Post by Eric Jackson on Oct 19, 2004 0:27:05 GMT -5
*He continued to look her over when suddenly she called out his name so loudly that it actually made him jump. He blinked at her as she began to speak, a bewildered look on his face. As she began to explain the events that had taken place that night, even including his mothers name he gasped and for a moment didn't know what to say. He couldn't believe what he was hearing.
He laughed when she said the boy had been attractive and he nudged her back softly. It was amazing to him, that they had actually met before. He remembered how happy she had made him that next day, it had been the first time he had smiled and genuinley laughed since his fathers death. And when life had turned against him again, she showed up once more and made him laugh and smile all over again.* Thats a lot more then a coincidence *He laughed.
He looked her over with warm eyes and then kissed her softly.* Well I guess it was meant to be, seems like youve been the only stable thing in my life, even when I was young. *He grinned, looking back at the drawing. He shook his head, still finding this all a bit insane.*
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Post by Emma Hawkins/Rick MacKinnon on Oct 19, 2004 20:32:35 GMT -5
Emma stretched,allowing herself a slight yawn.It was going to be an interesting day,and probably a long one.She took another swig from her rum flask,just as a pick-me-up,and set to work,flitting from task to task,making sure everything stayed running.It was a calming activity for her,one of the few harmless vents for her near-constant energy.
Rick watched her work for a few moments,fiddling with something in his pocket.Soon...but not quite yet.This was something he wanted to do when it was quiet,when that crackling electrical feeling wasn't in the air.And probably without the crew in hearing range,or Emma would kill him.He sighed,watching the way her hair danced in the breeze.God...she was too perfect.Logically,he knew every one of her flaws,her shortcomings,the things even she hated herself for,but it only made her more perfect to him.Only made him more in love with her.
He let another sigh escape him,then glanced over at Jack."Mornin',Cap'n!"He called out with a small salute."Anythin' in particular ye want me t'do,or should I jus' get t'work?"
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