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Post by Caterpillar on Aug 19, 2014 13:46:15 GMT -5
Thw sparrow's words made the mouse's face beam with delight.
"If it's song you want", Steck began, adjusting his hat with the wide smile. "Let me spun one right here and now"
And waiting no more the bard hopped atop of near chair, placing his other foot on its back rest, giving the rest of the room a good glance.
"Your attention, if you please!", Steck announced, clearing his throat
"All you cookbeasts here,
please lend me your ear
As I'm about to burst into the song
I'll sing for you,
you fine cooking crew
The best seen under the sun!"
There wasn't any music as he had left his lute on the Kitchen's doors since instrument that big would have only be in the way when zigzagging through the hassle of Kitchen. But it didn't matter as the mouse had wonderful singing voice, which didn't need an accompaniment to capture audiences' ears.
"The magic you make,
the wonders you bake
I think the words aren't clearly enough
to praise your stew bowls
or those almond rolls
Not forgetting the delicious cream puff"
Steck jumped out off the chair, dancing around the kitchen's tables, but despite his dashing, somehow managed to avoid bumping into anyone. And all the time bard's clear voice sang:
"Now look at these pies
It's not a surprise
They make any beats lick their lips.
Now you bring out the scones
And my tummy groans
And my heart almost skips."
"Baked with tender and care
you won't find anywhere
but inside these Abbey walls
What would we ever do
if there weren't you
who make the feast for alls!"
"Nutbread and cheese
- May I have a slice, please!
Apples and plumes fresh out from trees"
Steck picked some apples from the near basket and tossed them one after the another high in the air, juggling the fruits in his swiftly moving paws. One of the apples almost fell on the floor, but Steck caught it in time with his feet, kicking it back in the air to the others.
"Baked into tarts
like piece of arts
Or just covered with the honey of the bees"
The bard tossed the apples one by one back to their basket. Why only sing when you could make the show more enjoyable with some tricks?
"But what's there I see?
Oh have mercy on me!
Is that a whole strawberry cake?
You may call me a goofy
but for that alone, I truly
would battle even a snake!"
Stec had made a round around the Kitchen and was now back in front of the table, where Flourrwing was.
"Now I think the point made clear
So let's rise a cheer
For the finest of the kitchenbeasts
You really complete this day
in each and every way
And made possible this feast!"
With the last rhymes Steck snagged the hat out of his head and made sweeping bow to Flourwing and everyone in the Kitchen. There was a boom of applouse and Steck was smiling even wider, as the mouse looked up to the Flourwing, seeking of signs what sparree liked of his song.
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Post by delerix on Aug 19, 2014 14:18:55 GMT -5
As the mouse hops up onto the chair, flourwing sharply raps the flat of her knife on the table to gain silence and attention for the bard. The Sparrow whoops with delight at the nimble hopskipping performance of the mouse, watching with merrily twinkling eyes as they juggle the apples so expertly. When the mouse bows and the applause starts, none cheer or applaud more loudly than the young bakerbird, "Steck, that um song, itee be um best thing I heard all um day!"
With a wink and a few deft slices of the knife, flourwing cuts not one but two fair slices of the cake for the singing mouse. "Um brightmouse be welcome in Flourwing's kitchen anyee time he be hear!"
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Post by fernleaf on Aug 19, 2014 21:10:32 GMT -5
Log-a-Log and his Guossom crew marched into Redwall. They had been there before several times, and they came down to Cavern Hole, where Calamo dismissed them into the kitchen to help the cookbeasts there. Few were better cooks than the shrews, and they set to work, looking to the Sparra who was the chief. "We are here to help in any way." they said.
Meanwhile, Fernleaf, the molebabe on his lap, smiled at Baro. "I knew you would like Redwall. Few are better at cooking and feasts. Though you do look a little green around the gills. Indulged a little too much, did you? Maybe you need a physic. It's all right, we all need one now and then."
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Post by coolcoyote on Aug 19, 2014 23:07:04 GMT -5
The brown furred glutton smiled slyly at the ferret. "Oh I don't need no doctor. Just some time to digest. It's all about pacing yourself. Eat a lot but over the course of a longer time..."
The animals around Baro were about as thrill about hearing how to gluttonize as they were at the thought of eating wood pidgeon. Especially with their own full stomach. Some scooted away from the fox while others passed him visably annoyed glances which the fox promptly ignored.
Thankfully Fernleaf was saved by the appearence of the otter maiden.
The beast forcefully tugged poor Truslo along behind her as they entered the Cavern Hole. "Me? Oh my name is..." she paused in step staring wide eyed at something in the feast around her. Forgetting the hedgehog the otter released Truslo from her grip.
She made a bead line around the the tables to where Fernleaf and Baro were. The fox was talking with Fern Leaf one moment and caught the sight of otter just staring at him with an unusually awed grin on her face.
"Um...can I help you?"
"Wow! A brown furred fox!" She said with absolute glee. "I have never seen a brown furred fox before!"
"Really? Well we..." Baro began and was quickly interupted as the otter moved forward, rapidly invading his personal space and petting him on the ear. "And so soft as well! How do you keep your hide so clean?"
Baro, now leaning his tail against the table in an effort to get away from the otter, or rather pressed up against it chuckled nervously, not quite sure how to react here. "Um...I clean it regularly...keep a healthy diet."
How does one say, 'help me' with out being insulting?
"I canne see that!" The otter prodded the foxes tummy with her paw causing Baro to make an oof sound. "Say when you die can I take your pelt?"
Baro's already parinoid and over active imagination jumped track at the odd request. No, it was actually the way the otter said it. Like she really ment it and that owning the fox's hide would not bother her in the least. Come to think of it she is wearing one of his breathern around her waist.
"Um...I...I am needed else where!" The fox blurted out shuffling his way past the otter and towards the great hall. Looks like there are some forces in this world that would force the fox away from a feast.
The otter just shook her head and laughed. "What an odd one he is wot?"
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Post by unknownsoldier on Aug 21, 2014 15:18:58 GMT -5
Truslo felt relief when the otter maiden finally released him to go somewhere else, quite quickly. It slightly worried him she went in a direct beeline for something, but he lost sight of her already. Now that he got a good look at what was happening around him, he gawked in amazement at the feast happening. So much food, so many different varieties, and the enjoyment from everyone in the room eating...so this was a famous Redwall feast, this is what he wanted to be able to do. He enjoyed making food of course, and wanted to be the greatest cook, but all he ever wanted was to see the happiness his cooking brought to other beasts, like he was watching right now. Maybe he could get a peek at the Kitchens before something else happens, he hoped he managed to before...he then saw Baro make a quick exit. He sighed and followed after the gluttonous fox, so much for that quick peek into the Kitchens, he knew that fox could get into trouble if left alone and he knew it firstpaw as well from the short time he spent with him and Fernleaf.
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Post by Caterpillar on Aug 23, 2014 15:23:26 GMT -5
It was always the pleasure see how other beasts enjoyed his songs and it made the bard feel the warmth inside. And no matter how many times he experienced it, that feeling never got old nor he would never get tired of it. Or so the bard felt.
"Not even horde of scariest beasts would keep me from coming here", the bard announced, while he took the slices, his well earned rewards. "Maybe next time I shall ask a song from you - I have always room for new ones"
That was quite good thought, as a matter of fact.
"Actually, should you find the time leave your post here, please find and join me in the Cavern Hole. I would like to hear a tale or a song of your feathered kin, if you happen to know any. "
He was songsinger and taleteller, but he was also collector of those both. More than food he was hungry for new songs or tales he hadn't heard before and it was a good chance Flourwing would know some of those.
Steck was taking his leave - he waved his goodbyes, taking the first bites of his reward. The cake was delicious and every bite melted on his tongue. Redwall's reputation as haven of mouth-watering food was well earned....
Steck, taking his flute, stepped in the corridor and was immediately run over by Baro who came rushing out from Cavern Hole -- or as rushing as too-much-eaten fox could possibly move. Nevertheless he and the fox rammed together, and juts in nick of the time Steck managed to protect both of his flute and the cake slices from smashing on the stone floor. Which was fortunate, since there was no telling what the bard-mouse might do to the particular fox if his flute would be broken again because of that vulpine.
But now no harm was down and Steck was actually laughing, pulling his hat in its right place.
"You truly are a disaster walking on red paws, did you know? The bard laughed joyously, finishing of his first slice. "So, where is the fire my brown-furred, crapulous friend?"
Other figure behind the baro caught Steck's attention and the bard leaned to the other side to see better who was coming behind the fox.
"Ah, hello again mister Truslo", he greeted when recognizing the hedgehog. "Say, are you two really leaving the feast now when they haven't yet served the desserts? I'm telling you, you don't want miss the wonders they have prepared."
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Post by delerix on Aug 24, 2014 14:51:27 GMT -5
Flourwing smiles as the mouse bard wanders out, "Hmm, flourwing be out soon enough, maybe um tellee brightmouse about Queen warbeak." The sparra nods her head enthusiastically, and gets back to loading up and ferrying out, trays happily. Bustling about in the kitchen she sighs happily as the toils of setting up the feast finally come to an end for the baker bird. "Okay, food is all out, we can um take turns refilling it as it runee out if needed, I'm going to get um meal now though." This with a swishing flourish of her apron, and a quick donning of her favorite orange scarf, Flourwing nimbly darts from the kitchen and makes her way towards cavern hole, picking up the pace as she notices steck again, and a rather large, in multiple ways, fox.
"Hi again, didee flourwing miss um feast already?" The baker bird's eyes dart about looking from one creature to the next, hedgehog, otter, fox and mouse, what an odd meeting on the path. She does seem a bit puzzled by the fox, but she's not going to judge too hastily.
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Post by fernleaf on Aug 24, 2014 17:35:21 GMT -5
Fernleaf looked up from the molebabe to see the Sparra coming out of the kitchen and commenting. "No, there's still plenty of it to go around, if that silly fox doesn't scoff all the rest down. I'm not sure where he puts it." He looked around at the rest. "I'm Fernleaf the Hermit. I haven't been here for many seasons."
But then, he thought back to what the Recorder showed him. What did it all mean? That delightful song by the mole had pushed it out of his mind as well as his other cares.
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Post by coolcoyote on Aug 24, 2014 18:04:32 GMT -5
Baro the fox rubbed at his sore stomach after the mouse had run into him. "Hey watch where you are going!" He grumbled, "I'm so full I'm likely to explode if you hit me too hard in the middle." The fox said while crossing his arms.
He was currently standing on the stairs leading up to the Great Hall, leaving cavern hole behind. As the fox turns away he notices something shining on the wall. His eyes widen out and his ears fall flat against the back of his head. "What is THAT?"The fox points to the far wall of the great hall where a large tapestry is set up. It depicts the Abbey with Vermin running in the background from a mouse with armor and a sword.
The same sword is displayed on a small stone table with a red cloth under it. The blade itself seems to glisten in the light. It almost signs to the fox, 'come and get me come and get me come and get me.'
"So...shiny..." As if in a daze Baro stretches out his paw towards the sword on the far side of the room. Pausing to blink the fox turns towards the hedgehog and the mouse. "Wait, did someone say something about desert?"
He shook his head to clear it. Rubbing his eyes he stated flattly, "Sorry, I'm a bit flustered at the moment I guess. Some otter savage threatened to make me into a coat...well, politely asked if she could have my hide really." He peered at them both curriously, "You are both SURE now they are not just fattening me up to take my pelt later?" A strangly valid question...u der the circomstances...and if no one questions the logic behind it. He may be joking...maybe.
The offending otter maiden has already moved on to another place in the feast, quickly becoming lost in the crowd.
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Post by unknownsoldier on Aug 28, 2014 15:35:52 GMT -5
"Umm...mister Baro, maybe you should take a break from eating now." Truslo said, though he doubts the fox would stop eating. He noticed the greed in the foxes eyes though when he saw the famous sword though, very dangerous to any vermin like that. "Mr. Baro, please put the sword out of your thoughts, don't you know the stories of all the attempts many beasts have tried to do when they tried to steal Martin's sword?" Truslo said, knowing he was right, many a vermin had met a early demise when they took the famed sword.
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Post by Caterpillar on Aug 29, 2014 13:02:19 GMT -5
There was a gleam in Baro's eyes, which didn't foretell anything good. Luckily the fox snapped out of it
"Yes, there will be a good set of new dishes waiting", the bard caught immediately the opportunity lead the fox thoughts elsewhere. "So how about we all go take a look. To be honest I haven't yet tasted the main course -- but you seem like you have sampled them all, so would you tip me off the best ones?...."
Steck's voice trailed off as Truslo's last words caught the mouse's undivided attention.
"...Martin? THAT is the Martin the Warrior's sword?", the bard looked over his shoulder, stretching his neck eager to catch a glimpse of that legendary weapon, his own eyes now gleaming like Baron's before, but because of different reasons. The sword of Redwall's Champions! The sword itself was as big legend as its first wielder, and the mouse almost gave in the urge turn around and go see it right now!
But... the feast. He had promised a performance and he would slander ever bard's reputation in whole nation if he would let the audience wait too long. So he had to postpone the seeing of the sword to the next time.
And some dared to say he didn't take responsibilities seriously!
Steck rolled his eyes to Baron's words. Really now, the fox's hysteria was getting old.
"There, there" the mouse reassured as he firmly pushed Baron back towards the Cavern Hole. It would be easier keep an eye on the fox in there. As it didn't seem like a good idea let him wander around.
"Maybe she was just joking... And if nice lady is politely asking, you can always politely refuse, keep that mind, And iIf someone truly tries to take your hide, I promise I'll step in..."
'...either to stop them or help to hold you in place', Steck finished the sentence inwardly as he truly wasn't sure which one he would choose if that situation really occur. Despite how he might acted or what he might had said on the road, the mouse was STILL kind of angry about that lute.
Steck turned his head towards the hedgehog, while making sure that Baron was indeed coming with him.
"Mister Truslo, please join us... You wouldn't happen to know any stories about the Redwall's Champion, would you?...", he asked as they walked.
So the three of them returned to the Cavern Hole. And maybe Baro would relax a bit when noticing that the odd otter-maiden had vanished in the crowd.
In time Flourfing joide to the feast and Steck waved his hand to get sparree notice him among the feasting beast.
"Flourwing - how nice of you join the party"
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Post by delerix on Aug 29, 2014 22:43:54 GMT -5
Bobbing her head in the sembalnce of a bow to the ferret, Flourwing smiles "Glad to um hearee it, would hate to um missee food I helped make." She titters with laughter as she continues towards the feast in cavern hole. Smiling and dipping her head in that peculier way birds are wont to do she chirps happily as she spots Steck, "Brightmouse! Good to um see you again so soon. Have to join um party, would beum badee baker to make food butee not eat it!"
Spotting the fox who had been staring at the warriors sword she speaks her piece about it for the fox to hear, "Be um careful aboutee sword out there," she nods to the hedgehog "he be um right about what sword it is, that be Verminfate, sword of Martin, firstee champion of um Redwall." She settles into a seat next to Steck, and thus near the fox, she couldn't help her curiosity, the last time she had met any vermin was this odd weasel, she had needed to fly off to get some extra hotroot and he was the beast the otters recommended she find. Dipping her head politely to the fox she speaks "Oh and pleased to meetee you, I be um Flourwing, baker sparra here at um Redwall."
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Post by fernleaf on Aug 29, 2014 22:51:11 GMT -5
Fernleaf smiled at the Sparra who entered. "My compliments to the chef. This spread is very delicious. I think we may have met before, if we haven't, I'm Fernleaf the Hermit." He also looked warily at the fox who had seemed to desire the sword. He was still pondering the words he had spoken earlier before the tapestry, what it meant, and it chilled him.
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Post by coolcoyote on Aug 30, 2014 13:22:22 GMT -5
Baro was overwhelmed with information. It seem's all these beasts alluded that he would die a horrible and painfull death if he so much as looked at the sword wrong, as if it would leap off the table and slay him.
"Wait...what?" The fox said as he was pushed back into the Cavern Hole, back where there was feasting and eating an otter who might gut him for his hide. A lovely thought that was.
No sooner than he sat down did he catch sight of several plates filled with cakes sweets and pastries before him. He finally shrugged and dug in. If he was doomed for slaughter after the feast then he saw no reason why he might not enjoy it.
He didn't peg the redwaller's as a hostile type to be honest...mostly because he didn't peg them as overly cunning beasts and to pull off a large trap with so many beasts in on it would prove impossible. Somewhere down the line someone would have slipped by now and given their evil intentions away.
No they were just very very...kind.
Full as he was Baro was determined to eat any pastry that came his way even despite the hedgehog's warning. Taking a break to breath he said first to the sparrow. "Miss Flowerwing was it? You are an excellent cook! Forgive me if I don't stand to greet you but I'm afraid that I have sampled too much of your cooking to move at the moment."
He leaned back in his chair, his once baggy clothes were tight against his waist. "So what's all this talk about this Sword of Marten's. Y'all seem to think it cursed with the way you talk about it."
Indeed they had each warned the fox was even thinking about it. Which mean's it was valuable...
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Post by unknownsoldier on Sept 3, 2014 9:17:09 GMT -5
Truslo was busy trying to recall whats happened so far in his mind. From his first day or two wandering, he never really had any set destination in mind, which probably explains why some of his fathers choices seemed...random. Then his mistake of not lighting a fire and getting sick because of his mistake, fainting in the middle of a grove if he recalled correctly. Thats when Fernleaf found him and helped him, then of course, hysteria struck causing him to run right out the front door and curl up into a ball hitting Baro full contact without realizing it. Not a very good start meeting new beasts he admitted, but in the end, he was here, Redwall Abbey, a place he always dreamed of as a little dibbun.
During his recollecting, he only caught tidbits of the conversation going on around him. Then he heard Baro mention to somebeast how great a cook they were. "A cook?" He said questioningly when he saw the comment was directed at a sparra with a orange neckscarf. "Oh, wow. A sparra cook-no, a baker. Its a pleasure to meet you miss Flourwing, I'm Truslo Mcfinneigan, nomad cook at your service." He said polietly to the sparra.
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Post by Caterpillar on Sept 4, 2014 6:09:27 GMT -5
# OOC: Typing this with my phone so this post might contain major errors xD You all have been warned! #
Steck sat among the beast he had met on the road and the first thing you might note from this bard, was how he was like his home among crowd of beasts. The mouse struck conservation here and there, from joyfully chitchat to stern discussion about which one was more better dessert, an apple pie or cream puff.
He also laughed and joked a lot, and there was not the moment his bright smile would vanish from his face.
Steck let his eyes sweep over his new companions in the same table. What an interesting group this one was as every member was so different from each other. There was Baro, a fox he knew from before... Who was at the moment so focused in the desserts on his plate that he didn't waste the breath to take part in the conservation. It was beyond of Steck's understanding how in the earth Baro was able to stuff all that food inside him.
Mister Truslo on the other hand seemed dwell lot in his own thoughts. And it was hard to tell if the hedgehog was just daydreaming or was he simply a beast who rather listened than talked.
Then there was Fernleaf the Hermit - Steck peered curiously at this one - a ferret who seemed to be highly preferred here in the Abbey. Or at least Dibbuns loved him and there were at least two little ones swarming around the Hermit, wanting the ferret's attention.
And the last but the least there was Flourwing, the sparra he had met in the Kitchen. What lively lass indeed was she! Steck liked her already very much.
"I hope I can get that chance of hearing song or tale from you" Steck said to the sparra. He really wished one.
"Warrior Martin" Steck corrected Baro's words as the fox got the name wrong. "And from what I have heard, the sword is not cursed. But many who have attained it through evil deeds are usually met a dreadful fate... Or so tell the couple of tales I know" Stock looked around other beasts in attempt to read from their expressions if he was correct. He only knew few tales surrounding the sword and it's first wielder, so these beast might be more knowledged than him.
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Post by delerix on Sept 4, 2014 8:50:09 GMT -5
Listening to the group make conversation, Flourwing nods to Fernleaf. "Hmm, not met, notee directly, but um maybe in passing. I have um heard your name before." She seemed to puff up a bit at all the compliments. "Oh you um, only just getting to ee main part of my um baking, taste um dessert andee scones before complimenting me on um chef's work."
Turning to face Steck she smiled, as much as one is able to smile with a beak, and nods "Hmm, maybe when it um be quiet enough to hearee properly, I could um tellee tale of Queen Warbeak of the sparra hear at um abbey?" She offers it with a polite, and decisive nod on her part. The Sparra then looks to Baro "The sword of um Martin, it not be cursed, but um Spirit of Martin be always near it. Likeee Redwall Abbey, the WarriorMouse watches over what he um cared for. That sword, be the blade, um Matthias of redwall used to slay Cluny."
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Post by fernleaf on Sept 5, 2014 22:29:21 GMT -5
Fernleaf smiled at the Dibbuns who were swarming around him. He admired their unquenchable energy. He reached for some scones as well as that delicious looking cake that Flourwing had made. He gave attention to each of the Dibbuns who were around him as he sampled each, and they were SO good!
These Dibbuns were the treasure of Redwall, and he was glad for their company, as he loved them every bit as much as they loved him. As he alternated giving each of them a good hug, he ate some of the scones and the cake and rolled his eyes with delight.
Though he had this strange foreboding. How would his life change after what happened before the Tapestry? He wondered.
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Post by coolcoyote on Sept 8, 2014 13:43:22 GMT -5
All this talk of dead mice and woodlander blessed (or vermin cursed depending on your point of veiw) artifacts caused the fox to pause and examine his plate.
"You lot don't put any thing...speacial in the food here, do you? Cause I had a LOT of it."
The fox clutched at his stomach as it made a dead rumbling noise. By now the fox was so swollin with food his his belly stuck out between his tunic and pants.
"Just as well I take a break. The food here may be to die for but I would not wish to dampen the party by bursting with cake here at the table." He stretched and yawned. Leaning back in his chair and picking his teeth.
"I think I might go take a quick nap so if yall excuse me..." the fox lifted himself from the chair...or at least tried to. In the end Baro proved too heavy with food to move.
"Or I can just stay here and listen to more tales of vermin slaying blades...yeah that works." He leaned forward with an embarrassed sigh.
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Post by unknownsoldier on Sept 8, 2014 14:02:29 GMT -5
Maybe, Truslo just thought to himself, maybe he interpreted the events the wrong way. Though, he could be wrong from what he heard Baro just say, just a reminder. How Baro put all that food away...is he secretly a hare who is pretending to be a fox or something? Thats a question, better left not asked for right now as he remembered he had not eaten yet the entire time he had been there. Thankfully, he had his own supply of food on him for travelling. He pulled out a pawful of pink berries from a pouch and started eating a few, he checked regularly to make sure one of the pale berries hadn't got mixed in with the pink berries, their always so hard to tell the difference between the two. Eating a Pale berry, they look similar, but taste different then pink berries by being less sweet, and of course, they unfortunately cause whoever eats it to experience hallucinations for a short duration. Its not a very big effect, it just makes everything...brighter and slightly tipsy. He saw his grandfather eat one once by accident, for a old hedgehog, he caused quite a lot of problems he rather not remember.
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