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Life at Weeds was better than Gilbert could have ever imagined. Already a week in and not a single person tried to harass or bully him about his appearance. Gilbert had accepted his eternal rejection from society long before he had learned he was a mutant. He never would have thought that all it took was to be stuck in a school full of traumatized freaks to escape the freak label. Honestly, he heard there was a kid with fucking cat ears. This school was a goddamn circus.

But it made transitioning easier. The separate dorms for younger students and the older ones made his goal of keeping Ludwig in the dark possible. That knowledge lifted a bit of his crippling guilt, but simultaneously installed an inkling of fear. In just a year Ludwig would move into the same building and avoiding him would become so much more difficult. Ludwig would find out and come to hate him even more...

No now wasn't the time to worry about that. Again.

Gilbert had the fortune of having his necessities on his person when he picked his fight and got caught. He had his sunglasses and hoodie jacket. Really, he could survive without his prescription reading glasses. Not liked he actually needed to pay attention in classes. His education at this point had no purpose other than to make him a more desirable slave. Fuck that shit.

Under evaluation when entering the school, it quickly became apparent that Gilbert would be useless in the household chore classes. The school hoped to fix his, well, vulgar manner of speech and stuck him in some communication classes. Most of his academics from school sucked (mainly because he didn't care there either), but he had passed his math and history classes for the year and a half he had been in normal high school. So Weeds shoved him in those classes as well to keep him occupied. It wasn't like he needed lessons in controlling his ability. Oh no, he knew exactly how to control his powers and how to make it hurt.

The police and government officials that had fought him could attest to that.

However, to the problem on hand. A week of classes was enough to change Gilbert's opinion on not wanting some glasses to pay attention to lessons. The reasons he passed math and history was because he found them marginally interesting. With nothing else better to do with his time while in class, Gilbert found himself actually wanting to follow along with the lesson. Just, his poor eyesight made that a bit impossible.

The introduction lecture given to him upon entering the school had mentioned all he had to do was talk to any of his teachers if he needed anything and they would try to get it. Gilbert wasn't sure he trusted such a system. The teachers working for the school that bred slaves would just give them things without anything for return? Yeah fucking right.

He really needed some new clothes, though. His strange roommate started muttering to the shadows about how Gil's clothes were starting to smell. Gilbert knew it was a lie because he was washing his clothes every time he showered, so maybe it was his roommate way of passive aggressively protesting the single change of clothing? It was a valid protest though. Gil really did need new clothes… Might as well try to get glasses and a tooth brush out of the deal… If he trusted it. Which he didn't.

Sure, he could ask his classmates or even his roommate about the legitimacy of getting things from the teachers but A) he did not want to talk to any of his roommates and B) talking to his roommate seemed like a really bad idea. Gilbert sighed and stopped in his path to his next class. People passed him without a second thought. It was comforting to finally escape the eyes of bullies, but it also felt rather lonely. No one noticed him here. Just another freak among freaks.

Suddenly going to class did not sound appealing anymore. He had been good about putting on a strong front and dutifully going to his classes all week. His roommate scared him, just a bit, so he had been holding back tears at night. He felt exhausted and the thought of trying to approach a teacher to get things seemed too stressful for today. If he went to class, he would feel obligated to finally buck up and ask for things. Maybe after the weekend…

Gilbert turned on his heels as he pulled his hood over his head. He remembered passing a bathroom in the last hall that looked unused for the most part, perhaps it would be good for him to just vent out his worries of the past week with a well-deserved cry.

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Almost 2 years, 2 years since he’d gotten out of the bus and was escorted inside. 2 years since entering the Weeds of Tomorrow and being thrusted into classes in order to become useful to the society. To master his new found abilities and become the perfect servant. Well at least the first part was true, he was quickly mastering his own skills quite magically but the second. There couldn’t be a more dishonest line. He was terrible at obeying anything unless he wanted to do the thing in the first place. Cleaning was out of the question, cooking was average to nil or comparable to a student who’s previous skills were following instructions on a box, except when it came to baking. Yet nothing of it could be done by the caretakers, the Dane being what the few nurses available to them called a late bloomer. When it came to his mutant side of course so he was a few years behind. His regular classes though, they were ok. He was only half ass taking them them seriously yet still managed to stay out of the bottom rung.

His real ticket in the place was after classes. It was clear to most how seriously he didn’t take anything happening. At night he was known for throwing parties in his dorm room to the horror of his neighbour and during the day, at lunch he was known for persistently making the wall flower type students feel more or less welcomed. To the horror of some and the pleasure of others. Though to the horror and the relief of the caretakers he had successfully befriended their most notorious red head, the horror being that the Dane made zero effort to get them to behaved and in some cases joined or encouraged them. The ruckuses through out made him quite well known through his year. More or less.

Now though it was classes, at least the ones he was assigned to. The 5 minute break to get too and from and possibly stop by the cafeteria to snack a stake muffin was on now. Sure most times the cafeteria drone wouldn’t give up the food, students should learn to wait till meal time but sometimes they gave it up and he surely hoped today was one of those days. Checking the cheap scratched up and stained watch he snagged from the last hand out he grinned, enough time for the detour and back and still make it before the teacher screamed at his face about priorities and being on time, he couldn’t even remember which class he was heading too but he vaguely remembered the room number. All in all it was turning to be the perfect day.

Right then he turned on the balls of his feet and continued heading down that one hall, opposite of the classes and towards that day old stale treat, well each step closer to possibly successfully snagging it. He wasn’t even really paying attention to where he was going. He barely say the pale figure coming right at him when he pretty much crashed into them.

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Situpid. Stupid Why hadn't he been looking where he was going? God fucking dammit.

Just thinking about letting himself have a cry was enough to put him close to tears. Like hell he was going to cry before he got into some kind of privacy. Gilbert Beilschmidt was not about to be the 16-year-old new kid that was crying in the hallways. So he kept his head down, dug his nails into his palm, and bit his lip as he made a beeline to the bathroom he hoped he remembered the correct location of. Honestly he should have known better than to walk blindly through a crowded hallway.

The teenager he ran into was unbelievably solid. For gangly Gilbert, exhausted and slightly starved (he just did not want to eat when feeling so depressed), it was like running in a wall, but slightly worse because it was a wall moving right into him with opposing force. Needlessly to say, the unsuspecting Gilbert rammed into the moving wall and went flying back. His feet tangled underneath him, sending him to the floor with a loud thud.

He groaned and tasted blood. The collision made his teeth bite his lip harder than he ever wanted. Well, at least he had an excuse for the tears in his eyes. Ever so gingerly, Gilbert pulled his teeth out of his throbbing lip. He ran his tongue over it, relieved he didn't feel any gaping holes. So he didn't bite through his lip. That was a plus. Now for another matter…

Gilbert looked up with a fierce glare at the idiot that wasn't looking where he was going. "What the fuck man?! If you're going to walk around built like a fuckin brick house at least watch where you're fucking going!" The last word left his mouth and he suddenly recognized just who it was he ran into. Shit.

He'd seen this guy around the common areas harassing anyone that looked alone. Just one morning in the cafeteria had been enough to convince Gilbert to avoid it as much as possible. Honestly who had that much energy to talk to everyone? And just in this single week Gilbert lived in the dorms, there had already been two parties held at this guy's room! Two!

This was exactly the kind of person Gilbert wanted to avoid. Loud, carefree and happy people? Honestly the last thing he wanted to see right now. Even now, just walking in the hallway, this guy seemed to be radiating some kind of stupid joy. Okay, maybe Gilbert was a just a little bitter in assessing the guy, but it still stood to question: how could anyone even act happy in a shithole like this?

With a scowl, Gilbert scurried to his feet. He was probably going to have bruises on his ass from falling. Awesome. "Just watch where you're going," he snapped as he brushed past the blond. Just get away, get away before he realizes you're new.

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It felt like crashing into a pole more than anything. Possibly because the Dane was quite a bit bigger than the other now currently on the ground and there for a lot more solid. He staggered back slightly suddenly taken back into the reality of the world in front of his nose. It took a few more moments till he glanced down at the unfortunate soul and was about to open his mouth to apologize. An attempt that was just about waisted with how he was being lectured. Yes one could call the nagging a lecture of sorts. He simply huffed at it and stood there, a teasing glare showing at the hooded figure on the ground. “Your one to talk it’s not like your soft like feathers either” There was a chuckle in there somewhere.

He’d taken a moment to study the other. The Dane wasn’t too sure if he’d seen them around else where in the building. Though he’d been talking to a bunch of people of all ages and class years, either during break or in class he didn’t know everybody that was practically impossible even to someone as social as him. It was obvious though, that the other wasn't exactly the forgettable type, those red eyes glaring daggers at him aren’t exactly common even in a place like this, a place full of people that were far from what was normal in the first place. So it was possible that this was simply someone new that was thrown into the mix. What ever it was though, it was obvious how little they wanted to stick around, at least in the case of the hall. The daggers glaring at him the biggest clue to it all.

When the other stood up, Mathias stepped back. Like hell he was going to help out a scowling, grumbling thing only to get a hand bitten for it. He was friendly, not naive and not exactly willing to deal with an ungrateful bastard. “You too there ‘Red’,” He responded, as sheepish little grin still plastered the quick nickname thrown together due to not knowing who the bastard was really. A moment was needed to figure out what he intended to do in the first place, where he was headed before crash landing in the middle of the hall.


By the time he did the other was wandering away and with the minutes counting down to class is wasn’t hard to figure out they were going the wrong way. Not like the Dane was heading the right way either but hey, maybe the newbie was lost? In that split second realization he turned to them hoping to still catch them “ Hey you there, ‘Red’… pretty sure your heading the wrong way…” As if a light bulb turned on he smirked “though, I don’t blame you… class is boring but if you follow me I could show you something a little more interesting in this place.”

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After Gilbert's little outburst/sorta lecture, the guy responded with a stupid grin, "You too there 'Red.'" Honestly? Red? That was the best he could come up with? Come on, that was the first thing that came to mind, really? What about Snow White or Ghost Boy or Casper or just go classic with a timeless Defective? Well, they were all defective here… And then realization dawned that this guy wasn't trying to mock him, not in the least. This wasn't the outside world. They were all strange in some way. This was Weeds. He was just calling him Red because he didn't know his name yet. It was almost kinda cute.

But nope, he wasn't here to make friends. He didn't want friends. So nope, he wasn't going to find it cute, not at all. He was going to keep walking and continue to avoid everyone like the plague. It was an A+ plan, definitely. It was going to succeed, but then the guy had to turn and speak up. "Hey you there, 'Red' … Pretty sure you're heading the wrong way…”

No shit. That was the whole point. He was off to have a good mental breakdown and then maybe go take a nap. Yup, that sounded like the best possible plan. Class could go suck a dick.

“Though I don't blame you… class is boring, but if you follow me I could show you something a little more interesting in this place."

Gilbert stopped in his tracks, curiosity stronger than his desire to get away. He wouldn’t mind learning some of the places to escape in this school. Sure he could eventually learn them all on his own, but that would take some trial and error. So, yeah, this guy was the kind of person Gilbert wanted to avoid, but he had the kind of knowledge Gilbert really wanted to know. Actually, going to go cry in a bathroom stall suddenly didn’t sound as appealing as it did a second ago.

So he slowly turned to face the blond kid again. “I’ve been dutifully going to pointless classes all week. I’m seriously not up for classes today,” he said with a half-hearted shrug. It was a shot in the dark, but hey this could be worth it. “I guess I could be up for learning some secrets from an experienced member of this school.”

A small grin pulled at his lips. First hint of smile he had all week. It kinda felt nice… This ridiculously tall and built blond just screamed troublemaker with his easy smiles and boisterous attitude with other students. “You look like the type to know the best places to get unnoticed by teachers. I’m down for that.”

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Mathias stood there, his grin staying glued like nothing bothered him, keeping an eye on this new strange in his face. Really it was like he couldn’t put his finger on why he hadn’t noticed they were here yet he was able to run into them in the hall. Maybe they were in the older class as he learned quite easily in 2 years that he was only really able to meet up with the class a couple years ahead with how the building and classes were arranged yet the idea of the shorter red eyed guy being older was a bit far fetched, then again he was simply guessing.

He stood there and watched the other continuing to walk off, even after his offer to take them somewhere was laid out. At first glance it seemed like the Dane’s offer was being ignored. What a jerk the new guy was. One could understand if the other didn’t have an interest but it was common curtsy to acknowledge it. He sighed watching the other for the moment. Then checking the time not noticing how in the end the offer was in fact accepted. Not noticing until he was spoken too himself. Glancing up at them he listened in and his grin turned into a rather sly smirk.

“We all dutifully go to class pretty much, it’s something to do really,” He paused to chuckle, not like the fact was funny but the whole idea of skipping was rather, well rather more exciting. “ just not today, of course” He thought a bit at some of the areas he could take the other for the moment but, the Dane was rather hungry and so his decision for the first stop was a bit less awesome that would sound but for now he simply replied to the other’s notion that he knew some of the popular hide outs. “I know the perfect places actually, but first we’re going to need supplies. Call me your tour guide if you want, your probably going to want to know everything I show you.” Ok he was probably bluffing, quite a bit but hey, it still beat classes.

The Dane turned now, hoping Red would follow. “You hungry?” He asked quite giving away his first choice in destination. “If we’re quick, we might get muffins or something, the cafeteria ladies tend to be more willing to give them away around now so they can start with lunch” He grinned again, well grinned more so “if we’re lucky of course sometimes they decided to lecture about waiting for lunch but you get the drift right?” There was a shrug of sorts, carefree if anything else. “then I can show you all the cool places I know”

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It seemed they shared a mindset on how to approach classes. Gilbert wondered if everyone had the same thought process in the upper levels of the school. Although how anyone could apply themselves whole heartedly in pointless classes was beyond Gilbert's understand. The other kid was cocky, but his words did spark some excitement in Gilbert. “I know the perfect places actually, but first we’re going to need supplies. Call me your tour guide if you want, your probably going to want to know everything I show you.” Interacting with someone was actually not that bad an idea, it seemed.

Then the guy brought up food. “You hungry?” He asked, turning to lead the way. Gilbert followed, half a step behind. "Fuck yeah." Food sounded like a great idea. Just the thought got his stomach growling. Skipping meals to stay out of the dining hall probably hadn't been his smartest idea over the week, especially considering he was now in the company of one of those happy-go-lucky people he noticed and had been trying to avoid. But hey, what was done was done.

"If we’re quick, we might get muffins or something, the cafeteria ladies tend to be more willing to give them away around now so they can start with lunch, if we’re lucky of course sometimes they decided to lecture about waiting for lunch but you get the drift right? Then I can show you all the cool places I know." The promise of food and a tour of the cool places in the school was enough to keep a small smile on Gilbert's face. He didn't want to enjoy himself and have fun here, especially considering he didn't deserve to be happy after being such a shit brother… But it honestly felt nice to be doing something against the rules, and to smile. Being sad and downtrodden was draining and a lot of work. This, this kind of stupid behavior of skipping classes to try to grab some food and then get a tour of places to encourage this behavior, this was his kind of style.

"I'm Gilbert, by the way," he supplied, closing that one-step distance he was keeping to walk in step with his tour guide. The good mood was infectious and made Gilbert realize how much he missed just some casual conversation. Staying friendless and mopey the next two years like he planned to was going to be more difficult than he thought… Surely he could allow himself at least one acquaintance of sorts, right? "Just got here at the beginning of the week, so, uh, appreciate you taking on being a tour guide." He wasn't good with thanking people. "They don't tell you shit that's actually important to know."

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The Dane couldn’t help but smirk, hearing just how excited the stranger was about finding out all the perfect little hide away spots in the school. First grabbing food of course and then a rather more special tour, Mathias knew quite a few spots but by no means knew of all of them. Obviously the perfect place to hide from the teachers was something kept to themselves incase the wrong person caught wind. The goody goodies that actually thought they’d get rewarded for ratting their fellow mutants out to the various caretakers. Such a thought of being discovered by such a type, he made a face for a split second at that. Such people he’d deemed as traitors more than anything else. To turn on someone just for the sake of praise which was never given anyways or at least not much of it. Heck it was almost clear as if these were the types that would turn in their own mother for a penny and that made them the bottom rung on the Dane’s respect list not to mention the type to avoid trusting at all costs. They were obviously also the typical teacher’s pet and the classes always had a couple and they never skimped out.

Thankfully though, since the count down to classes was quickly dwindling the chance of bumping into any of those types was slim. Making his antics with this new kid all the more possible and all the more exciting. He slowed his pace towards the cafeteria so he could be side to side to the other, as if he already decided he’d practically known them all his life. The quick introduction helped quite a bit with the decision, there was a nod to it at first turning to face them even more so.

“So it’s not Red?” The Dane was obviously teasing, in a friendly way by how the grin on his face was plastered and the snicker that followed it as if to prove even more how serious he was trying to not be with it all. After a few seconds he reopened his mouth “You can call me Mathias of course,” there was a pause as he turned a corner now, every step drawing them closer to the goal of slightly stale muffins. “So you pretty much showed like yesterday almost? Thats… gotta suck actually.” Recalling his own first weeks was not that hard although the point that even though they threw him into everything at once he’d fit into the crowds almost instantly and had made himself a reputation in about a month, when discovering how lacking the locks were on the kitchens of course and how quickly the cooking wine in the staff fridge gave it’s kick. Of course beer would have been ten times better but the Dane needed to be resourceful and what ever kicked was taken with pleasure, in more ways than one. “I could say that this would be my third year so yea, I know all the important things.” The smirk on his face visible for about a mile. Of course though, at least in the view of the authorities Mathias was the least qualified mentor but that didn’t matter right?

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Gilbert snorted and rolled his eyes. Obvi-fucking-ously it wasn't Red and that was a stupid as hell joke. Not that Gilbert's sense of humor was any better if you asked any other than him, but hey he could still be a critic. "You can call me Mathias of course." What kind of idiot introduced himself that way? Of course? As if it was common knowledge and Mathias was just affirming that yes, indeed that is his name and that is what he answers to. Mathias was seriously full of himself. Gilbert would be lying if he said it wasn't a least a little bit entertaining. “So you pretty much showed like yesterday almost? Thats… gotta suck actually.” Yesterday was a bit of an underestimation, but whatever he would let it slide. He gave a shrug in response. "Can't see how level of suck-age would vary much depending on when you get here." Because honestly, no matter when you got to the school, you'd never be your own person again. It sucked beyond all belief on all accounts, whether you got dragged in when you were ten or fifteen.

“I could say that this would be my third year so yea, I know all the important things.” Three years. Eugh. If there was any measurement of suck-age, Gil thought he honestly had it better. At least he got to have a life of some sorts before being thrown into this bullshit not-life. Of course, from the view point of the people trying to 'train' him to be a good pet they probably thought of him as more of a nuisance than someone like Mathias that had already been in the school for going on three years. He made it all the way to normal human high school before getting shipped to Weeds, that was a lot of shit and attitude to unlearn. Although, Mathias did not seem to have had his human attitude unlearned yet… Yeah the teachers probably hated this kid beyond all belief and Mathias definitely had the smirk of someone extremely proud of that fact.

"I have a feeling your definition of important is seriously different than anyone else in this school," Gilbert said with a short laugh. Well, everyone except for Gilbert. Mathias's knowledge of getting food on the sly and hiding places (in other words how to skirt the rules) was exactly what Gilbert needed to survive his time in Weeds.

Although he was still unfamiliar with the bleak halls of Weeds, Gilbert still knew when they were nearing the kitchens thanks to the smell of food filling the air. Gilbert let himself fall a step behind Mathias once more, letting him take lead in whatever his food scavenging strategy was. "Work your food magic, Mathias," he taunted.

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"it kinda does actually," He responded having hands stuffed down his pockets his tone in a 'matter of fact' voice. "it sucks cause until practically yesterday, you didn't have to put up with any of the shit they throw at you here. Did you know they ruined like every good fairy tail? It's horrible" he went on with what he was going with. "You and me, we know how they go and they call us stupid when we correct them. It's a shame really" As if that was the worst thing to come out of the place he acted. Not the crap food or the weird classes on obedience and house work, or the fact the moment someone turned 18 they were whisked away to god knows where. No it was the ruining of childhood favorites that weren't real anyways that got him ticking.

It was obvious from a mile away that even if he'd been shipped off at ten no one would have been able to shape him into the perfect pet but some stubborn caretakers still though otherwise. Even with the clock ticking against their favor some teachers still though it was possible to morph the stubborn cheeky dane into what they could call a poster boy. Mathias tended to drive those types off the wall with an entertained grin every time he was caught doing something naughty. Which was quite frequent to the horrors of anyone well behaved and to the pleasure of the Dane himself who clearly never seemed to learnt his lesson. Considering he was just about to break rules as he spoke.

"That's because what everyone else sees as fun is just plain boring and goody goody" His words were followed by what could be described as moaning in a bored uninterested sense. Obviously it was simply a way of over reacting but one could never be sure if he was being serious about his complaining or if it just was another one of his acts of teasing the world because he flashed a cheeky grin in return.

As they got closer the scent of food was very obvious, the place was probably already buzzing around trying to throw together a half assed lunch which honestly was kinda smelling edible already. What ever it was anyways. It wasn't many most steps before the Dane bee lined for the counter, where he'd line up for breakfast or what not. He turned to flash of a smirk to Gilbert and a gesture to stay back and possibly quiet as he leaned over the counter and sorta whistled at the first cafeteria lady that he could catch. It being class right now meant that there usually wasn't anyone at the counter hence why he looked like he practically was about to fall over head first into the other side. He was quickly met with a glare and told to shoo away, wait for lunch like a normal person and go to class. Obviously this lady knew him too well. He glanced back at Gil like things weren't going as planned before he tried again, he pouted begging a little for a couple of the day olds. The stuff they'd toss out anyways even if it was still good to eat just cause it's a little tough by now.

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Not even fairy tales were sacred in this place? This really was a ridiculous place. Gilbert highly doubt he would be hearing any of these tales in class, surely it was left for the younger students, so he would have to remember to ask Mathias to share some of them later. Later as in when he had food in his stomach because damn the stronger the smell of food got the more he realized how god damn hungry he was. "That's because what everyone else sees as fun is just plain boring and goody goody." Mathias then let out an overdramatic moan, eliciting a small snicker from Gilbert. Forget the school, this guy was ridiculous.

They reached the kitchen and Mathias went on ahead, signaling for Gilbert to stay back and watch the master at work, at least that was the silent implication Gilbert got. It seemed like the lady knew who he was and they were bickering. What the hell. What kind of food acquiring skill was this? Mathias shot him a glance then turned back to keep begging. Really. Really, this was the best he had? Gilbert huffed and joined Mathias's side. While he was not the cutest or most innocent looking kid, he was ridiculously scrawny looking, especially next to big and burly Mathias. He was obviously new too, since he had a very notable look to him that was hard to forget. He put on his best puppy-dog eyes, the ones that always worked on getting straight-laced Ludwig to bend to his will when he was being stubborn- No, no bad thoughts. Thinking about Ludwig was just going to get him feeling depressed again. At least it was enough to make his pleading eyes a little watery, as if it was on purpose. Hopefully Mathias would not call him on it later.

"Excuse me miss, surely you have something you're just going to throw away? I haven't been eating very well since I got here since I haven't had much of an appetite. It's been a hard adjustment..." He batted his lashes and stuck his bottom lip out slightly in a small pout. "This guy has been really annoying and he's trying to make up for stressing my out by getting me some food. I'm really hungry..." He looked down in a submissive manner and twiddled his thumbs.

Something between them worked because the lady sighed and disappeared from view. She came back with some muffins that didn't seem too old. "You didn't get anything from me," she said gruffly as she tossed the small bag to Mathias. "Now get out of here."

Gilbert turned his back to her so he could smile gleefully and stick his tongue out at Mathias. "Jeez aren't you supposed to be some pro? Gimme one and let's go somewhere we won't be caught."

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