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Posted: Sun Apr 28, 2019 5:18 pm
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 ✄ Aɪᴅᴇɴᴇ Aᴢᴜʀᴀ Kɪᴇʀᴀɴfirst year || unsorted || pureblood
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Aidene had stared at Rhea for a solid 10 seconds when she joined them, then burst into laughter, merrily heralding Season Two of their adventures beginning. As far as she was concerned, “”Rhea, 1; Me: 0. Let me make this abundantly clear: I will have justice for this mischief!” To be completely fair though, Brook had always been a cookie conjurer to her, so really a witch wasn’t too much of a stretch.
Brook seemed to be more upset though, and the first part of the journey was a little more tense. The snack cart lady coming around reminded Aidene of her bag of treats and she spent the next hour knocking on the other compartments to ask names and offer cookies. In her head, she was checking out the other players that she’d be sharing a region with, seeing at least what kind of people to expect. Or at least this was the plan. Barely one and a half cars later though, she was out of cookies and could barely keep names and faces straight.
By the time she’d changed and gotten back, it seemed Brook was again speaking to Rhea and all was well. She had listed off every name she could remember from trip around the car and by the time they got off the train, Aidene felt like the three of them had always known they were all witches. She caught the start of a secret revelation--another secret?! but Brook seemed to have completely forgot about it in the few seconds since she’d asked the question. Aidene exchanged a look with Rhea--her end primarily a promise to get the latter half of that secret from her--before joining in the admiration.
”Attention! First year students!”
”That’s us,” Aidene murmured, gesturing towards who she assumed was the tutorial man. She didn't quite like escort quests, and wondered if Mr. Callum would mind if she wandered off--just as he told them they would have time to explore later. Was it just her or did he look at her when he said that? She remembered that there were LEGO-men who did mind-reading...yeah, alright no wandering off. Plus Mr. Callum the Lego man promised food.
Aidene stood a little straighter and thought cooperative thoughts, whispering to Brook and Rhea only when they had started walking: ”I heard there’s a class that’s held underwater in the Lake. It’s run by the Giant Squid and a bunch of merpeople staff. Don’t remember what they taught though.”
_______________setting Hogsmeade Station, Fall 2045 || with Brook, Rhea, Lego-man and other first years.
outfit uniform! || status I think I heard it? Maybe that was a game. Maybe it was a dream.
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𝐼 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝑒_____________ 𝒾𝓃𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓃
𝐼 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝑒________________ 𝒷𝓊𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝓇𝑒𝑒
𝐼 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝑒_________________ 𝒽𝑜𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓁𝓈
𝐼 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝑒______________ 𝒷𝓁𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝑒𝓏𝑒
𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝓁𝓁 𝓇𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝓂𝑒.
🥢"I See Fire" by Ed Sheeran, cover by Celtic Woman
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Stefan Lee Salvatore Crew
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Posted: Sun Apr 28, 2019 5:30 pm
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 ♖ Brook ♖ Knapp ♖
Unsorted ♖ First Year
▬▬"Today, I will live in the moment. Unless it's unpleasant"▬▬
Rhea had started speaking up, but Brook had interrupted her. Oh well, maybe Rhea would bring it up again later. When Rhea mentioned mermaids Brook grinned, ”Rhea! You can see the Mermaids from the Slytherin common room! You don’t want to see them much above the water... their voices are terrible.. Unless... you’re hoping for muggle mermaids? These aren’t as pretty Rhea.” Brook probably burst Rhea’s bubble, or maybe Rhea liked these mermaids, surely Jonah had shown her pictures. Eh, if they had been tiny fish they would have been better. Aidene had mentioned that was them and had started walking, Brook was confused, then she registered Mr. Callum talking. Wait. Was that what she thought that was? That was when Brook heard her favorite word and twirled around to her friends, ”Did you hear that? FOOD. The welcome feast! I can’t wait to eat. I hope sorting goes quickly. I haven't eaten in so long...” She grabbed the hands of Rhea and Aidene, ”Come on! Let’s go! Maybe if we’re in the first boat we can sneak in a snack before we get sorted!” Brook dragged the couple as much as she could, before sighing and just stepping into line with them, she couldn’t pull them too much, Rhea wouldn’t share the remaining snacks with her then. That was if Rhea had any snacks left. ”Rhea do you have any snacks left? I need to eat before I wither away into nothingness. If you don’t ahve snacks we need to find someone who does. Pronto.”
▬▬"in which case I will eat a cookie"▬▬
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Where: Hogsmeade train station
With Whom: Brook and Aidene
Thinking about: Is it dinner time yet?
Brook Description: 4'4" tall with brown hair and blue eyes.
Wearing: Hogwarts school robes
OOC: food child
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Posted: Sun Apr 28, 2019 5:40 pm
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Canaan Grey
Ravenclaw │ Second Year │ Twelve Years Old │ Single
"Yip, yip, yaa-rooo!" was to be heard loud and clear in the cool Scottish air, announcing the arrival of Connla, whom was being carried by Canaan, as they emerged from the train. The little Irish Wolfhound pup was looking about at his new surroundings excitedly, his eyes alight, tongue hanging out, and his tail wagging so hard it seemed as if his whole body was wagging. Though the dog was tiny, and was a real handful for his young master to handle, Canaan chose not to bother with carrier, knowing full well by term's end the tiny pup would weigh nearly as much as he.
Canaan was excited, though, perhaps, not so much as his tiny companion. It was a new year, and that meant a fresh season of Quidditch in the offing. He would see his teachers again, and hopefully he would spot friends among the congregation of arriving students. Canaan laughed as the pup let out another playful bark, which was certain to attract attention.
OOC: Open for Interaction
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Posted: Sun Apr 28, 2019 10:40 pm
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Who are these people?
I just woke up in my underwear
No liquor left on the shelf
I should prob'ly introduce myself
You shoulda seen what I wore
I had a cane and a party hat
I was the king of this hologram
Where there's no such thing as getting out of hand
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Where am I? Hogsmeade Station
Who am I with? Everyone
What am I doing? Looking around
What am I thinking? I am so glad Sybille's not at school anymore.
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Cyrille got off the train, looking around and enjoying the freedom of not having his sister looking over his shoulder and tutting at his choices. She was always saying that he was being outrageous, and he wasn't! He was just having a good time. She just needed to loosen up. Or snog her girlfriend. Whichever. Which reminded him...
He looked around, grinning and waving at some of the people getting off the train. Chanda was likely somewhere, and he was probably going to encounter Janice at some point. She didn't exactly like the fact that he broke it off last term, but he was looking for something new. Which, considering his summer, he needed it. His mum's cousin had come over and completely ignored him, and avoided being alone with him. Which hurt, it really did. They had at one point been very close, and she was his first kiss. He hadn't seen her much since he started school, and he was starting to be convinced that she had moved on. Maybe he could try and prove he wasn't immature or something. The problem was, that hadn't bothered her before. Was there something wrong with him or something? He hoped not.
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OOC:
Memories tend to just pop up
Drunk pre-meds and some rubber gloves
Five-thousand people with designer drugs
Don't think I'll ever get enough
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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Apr 28, 2019 10:58 pm
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xx⇴ Wʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴍ I? Hogsmeade Platform
xxx⇴ Wʜᴏ ɪs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ? Cyrille LeBeau
xxxx⇴ Wʜᴀᴛ's ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ? Back to School
xxxxx⇴ Wʜᴀᴛ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs? Why is he so... sparkly?
London stepped off the train, stretching a bit to try and pop his back. How dare he fall asleep in a weird, slumped over position on the train. Young or not it was going to hurt for a few days. He looked over the platform to try and spot friends when his gaze was drawn over to a certain redhead. Cyrille seemed to be standing off on his own, and the weird, swirly feelings his dad had identified as a crush kicked in full force. Surely a whole summer without having seen him would reduce the weird feelings, but no. Here he was, awkwardly staring at the fourth year. What was it his mom had offered as advice? Something about marching over and talking... but would that be super weird? The boy fluffed up his hair, plucking out a twig that looked like it belonged to the tree outside his house. How long had that been there? Oh well. Gathering courage, London walked over to Cyrille, then tried to look casual. "Hey, Cyrille, right?" There. That seemed casual enough.... Probably.
Aɴᴅ I ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ sᴛᴏᴘ 'ᴛɪʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴋɴᴏᴡs ᴍʏ ɴᴀᴍᴇ 'ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ I ᴡᴀs ᴏɴʟʏ ʙᴏʀɴ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ᴍʏ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs
Uɴᴛɪʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴇ, ᴀs ʟᴏɴɢ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴀ ʟɪɢʜᴛ, ᴍʏ sʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ's ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ, 'ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ I, I ᴀᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴘᴘᴏsɪᴛᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴀᴍɴᴇsɪᴀ
Aɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴀ ᴄʜᴇʀʀʏ ʙʟᴏssᴏᴍ. Yᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙʟᴏᴏᴍ. Yᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴏᴋ sᴏ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ, ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɢᴏɴᴇ sᴏ sᴏᴏɴ
Sᴏᴍᴇ ʟᴇɢᴇɴᴅs ᴀʀᴇ ᴛᴏʟᴅ, sᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴜʀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴜsᴛ ᴏʀ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏʟᴅ
Bᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴍᴇ! Rᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴍᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴄᴇɴᴛᴜʀɪᴇs
Aɴᴅ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ᴍɪsᴛᴀᴋᴇ ɪs ᴀʟʟ ɪᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ. Wᴇ'ʟʟ ɢᴏ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ɪɴ ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ
Rᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴍᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴄᴇɴᴛᴜʀɪᴇs
Wᴇ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʜᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴢᴇɴ ᴘʀᴏᴏꜰ
I ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ sᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ ꜰᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ. Wᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏɪsᴏɴᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜᴛʜ |
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Posted: Sun Apr 28, 2019 11:36 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 29, 2019 4:27 am
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Posted: Mon Apr 29, 2019 6:23 am
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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Apr 29, 2019 9:46 am
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xx⇴ Wʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴍ I? Hogsmeade Platform
xxx⇴ Wʜᴏ ɪs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ? Cyrille LeBeau
xxxx⇴ Wʜᴀᴛ's ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ? Back to School
xxxxx⇴ Wʜᴀᴛ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs? Why is he so... sparkly?
London felt his heartbeat in his ears and vaguely wondered if he was having an aneurysm. When he seemed to be otherwise fine, the brunette tried his best to casually smile back at the redhead. Cyrille commented on his name, and Londy chuckled. "Ah, yea. London. My mum was being poetic, I think, with my name." He rubbed the back of his neck, cringing a moment when he accidentally tugged a few hairs. Cyrille asked if the Gryffindor was fine, as he seemed nervous. Cool. So much for trying to be casual. "Pft, nah, not nervous. You just seemed a little... lonely, so I figured I'd see if you wanted to chat? You seem nice, so I figured why not, right?" Was that too many words? Had he just made himself sound even weirder than normal? Oh god, if Will and Jack ever found out, they'd tease him to kingdom come.
Aɴᴅ I ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ sᴛᴏᴘ 'ᴛɪʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴋɴᴏᴡs ᴍʏ ɴᴀᴍᴇ 'ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ I ᴡᴀs ᴏɴʟʏ ʙᴏʀɴ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ᴍʏ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs
Uɴᴛɪʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴇ, ᴀs ʟᴏɴɢ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴀ ʟɪɢʜᴛ, ᴍʏ sʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ's ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ, 'ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ I, I ᴀᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴘᴘᴏsɪᴛᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴀᴍɴᴇsɪᴀ
Aɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴀ ᴄʜᴇʀʀʏ ʙʟᴏssᴏᴍ. Yᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙʟᴏᴏᴍ. Yᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴏᴋ sᴏ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ, ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɢᴏɴᴇ sᴏ sᴏᴏɴ
Sᴏᴍᴇ ʟᴇɢᴇɴᴅs ᴀʀᴇ ᴛᴏʟᴅ, sᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴜʀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴜsᴛ ᴏʀ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏʟᴅ
Bᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴍᴇ! Rᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴍᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴄᴇɴᴛᴜʀɪᴇs
Aɴᴅ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ᴍɪsᴛᴀᴋᴇ ɪs ᴀʟʟ ɪᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ. Wᴇ'ʟʟ ɢᴏ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ɪɴ ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ
Rᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴍᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴄᴇɴᴛᴜʀɪᴇs
Wᴇ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʜᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴢᴇɴ ᴘʀᴏᴏꜰ
I ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ sᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ ꜰᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ. Wᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏɪsᴏɴᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜᴛʜ |
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Posted: Mon Apr 29, 2019 10:28 am
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Posted: Mon Apr 29, 2019 7:20 pm
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Canaan Grey
Ravenclaw │ Second Year │ Twelve Years Old │ Single
As he was looking around, Canaan saw a girl with long brown hair approach, and it took him a moment to realize it was Margaux, as she looked different than when he saw her last. She'd gotten taller, as had he, over the summer it seemed. He smiled as she neared, and said cheerfully, "Bonjour, Margaux. This is Connla, son of Setanta, son of CuCuchlainn, and he's one of the Irish Wolfhounds our family raises. He loves making friends." The pup spent the train ride up from London checking out every other student in the compartment in hopes of getting petted or treats.
The pup's full-body wagging seemed to get more excited, and he started sniffing the air interestedly in Margaux's direction, as he looked up and waved an oversized paw at her. It was pretty clear he wanted to be petted by the newcomer. Canaan couldn't help chuckling at his canine companion's efforts to get attention, and he said, "By the end of the term he'll probably be almost big enough to stand up and put his paws on your shoulders. So, did you get to do anything fun over the summer?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 29, 2019 7:57 pm
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You had a bed made
And all these precious memories
You had to run away
You're looking for that bigger stage
For all those, all those blinding lights
𝕘𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕠𝕟
𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕟
𝕖𝕕𝕘𝕖𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕙
PUREBLOOD │ HUFFLEPUFF │ FOURTH YEAR
Gideon bounded off the train, trying to keep ahead of the literal zombie-like swarm behind him. People, he'd noted over the past few years, were always in really s**t moods at the station, mostly because they were tired and/or hungry/coming down from a sugar high. And it wasn't like that just applied to the first and second years. The older students could be pretty brutal. (And he wasn't just offended because he'd been addressed as 'oi, ginger t**t, get a move on!' when he'd stopped to pick up a chocolate frog he'd dropped). Okay, it was mostly that. But still. Manners, as his sister would (probably) say. They'd never killed anyone.
He missed Lucia; as much as he sometimes tried to pretend to be the cool and aloof big brother, it never lasted long. To be honest, he wished she'd been born like, an hour earlier, so she could be here right now. He'd never been the type to dismiss his little sister just because she was younger than him and sometimes annoying. He was probably the more irritating one, if he was being honest. He wandered along a bit sullenly until he spotted a familiar face. "Hey, Jordan!" he called out, greeting his housemate and roommate. "Have an alright summer?"
There's something, something I won't find
I'm going back home to the place where I belong
There's nothing like it, no, nothing like it
Take me back home, where the blood runs through my soul
I can't describe it, there's nothing like it
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Mon Apr 29, 2019 8:23 pm
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Katya Patrovna
Hufflepuff │ Sixth Year │ Sixteen Years Old │ Single
Art Club Captain
Katya's blue eyes widened and she started to smile and laugh happily when she saw Mary and Quinn. "Mary! Quinn!" she gushed, as she saw them, and returned Mary's hug with equal intensity. She would have hugged Quinn as well, but knew it tended to weird him out. Still she was happy to see them both again, as they were almost like an extra brother and sister for her. "Oh, I missed you both so much."
When asked where Cian was, Katya shook her head, and said, "I haven't seen him, or Batman yet. I'm sure he's probably busy doing Prefect stuff like Faina always did." She laughed along at her friend's little jibe, and when Quinn asked about her summer, she replied, "Summer went well, after OWL grades showed up. We visited our Mother's folk in St. Petersburg, like usual, and spent time with … um, Father's family too." There was a time, not so long ago, she called him 'Papa', but now Sergei was that, and her father was now 'Father'. It was an adjustment, not an easy one, and not one she wanted to dwell on tonight. Especially not tonight.
Upon hearing Cian's voice, Katya's eyes lit up again, and she gave him a welcoming hug and a kiss. More than anyone else, she wanted to see Cian again; she hated the fact she didn't see him everyday over the summer. Smiling sweetly, and looking up into his eyes, she asked him, "How could I ever mind that?"
Taken by Cian Quinlan
 "Black clouds are behind me, I now can see ahead
Often I wonder why I try hoping for an end
Sorrow weighs my shoulders down
And trouble haunts my mind
But I know the present will not last
And tomorrow will be kinder
Tomorrow will be kinder
It's true, I've seen it before
A brighter day is coming my way"
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