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Episode # 9973 ~ Sharon's Announcement Rattles Nick & Victoria

Provided By Suzanne
Proofread By Emma

Phyllis: Hmm. "May cause drowsiness. Do not operate heavy machinery." (Inhales sharply) (Sighs)

Chloe: Are you kidding me with these numbers? I mean, not enough hits and way not enough sales.

Adam: Yeah, the site looks better than before.

Kevin: Well, don't kill yourself with the compliments.

Chloe: No, I-I have sucked up to every D-lister and above that I know from New York. I mean, they all want a fee if they're gonna jump in and still there's no guarantee.

Kevin: We're not gonna bribe people to use this site. It's amazing. And besides, bribery's not in our budget.

Chloe: Well, what's the deal with Phyllis?

Kevin: (Sighs) She hasn't responded to my offer yet. I told her if she starts a TagNGrab account, we would get the interest, but she would get the attention as being this cool person who likes to buy cool stuff online.

Adam: Mm, as opposed to some uncool person who's into uncool vehicular homicide--win-win.

Chloe: You know, she's supposed to be your friend. After all those, you know, years of working at "Restless Style" together, you'd think that she would just give us a "Yes" or a "No."

Kevin: I'm not sure if you noticed, but she does have some other stuff on her mind.

(Keys jingle)

(Door opens)

Nick: Hey.

Phyllis: Hey. Hi. Wow, you're--you're back already from the meeting at the club.

Nick: Yeah, and I'm back out for the Newman board meeting. I gotta get some files from upstairs. Everything cool?

Phyllis: Yeah. It's great. Go ahead. I'm okay.

(Cell phone rings)

Phyllis: (Blows raspberry) Hey, Tim, how are you?

Tim: I'm looking forward to tonight. I assume you are, as well?

Phyllis: Oh, yeah, yeah. More than I expected. In fact, I am gonna blow your mind.

Sharon: (Sighs)

Tucker: Wow. You are looking great. You look like you're ready to rock and be reckoned with. The Newman board won't know what hit 'em.

Sharon: Well, I'm not sure I know, either.

Tucker: Sure you do. I even brought you the book. This will help ease your mind right here.

Sharon: Okay. What am I looking at?

Tucker: Kaplan vs. Kaplan, 1963-- it's what we talked about last night, and it's not off base.

Sharon: Oh.

Tucker: Come on. You're not one to lose steam now, are you?

Sharon: You know, when I told Nick that I was going to be at that board meeting, I meant it. I want him and Victoria to know that I'm not gonna be pushed around. But this... this is pretty extreme.

Tucker: It is extreme. It's X games, Kid-- a lot of adrenaline and a lot of fun. Now as long as your hubby stays M.I.A., you're in for the ride of your life.

Victor: Uh, give me a shot of tequila and a--and a sandwich. Uh, maybe just the-- just the tequila, all right?

Man: (Chuckles) You're my kind of priorities. Not a lot of scratch?

Victor: Well, payday ain't till next week.

Man: Why wait? You got a couple bucks, a nice watch. A smart guy like you can turn it into more.

Victor: All right. I'm in.

Billy: Hmm.

Victoria: Nick was so relieved to hear that I was on board.

Billy: So you ready for the transition?

Victoria: From mommy mode to mogul mode? (Sighs) Yeah, it's a little weird-- weird good. Actually, weird great. (Chuckles)

Billy: Mm. Getting ready to slam. You got a little business bloodlust going on. That is hot.

Victoria: Really?

Billy: Mm-hmm.

Victoria: How hot?

Billy: Oh, it's extra hot.

Victoria: Yeah?

Billy: Yeah, but we can't do anything about that, can we?

Victoria: No. No time. And besides, Hannah's upstairs with Johnny.

Billy: (Groans)

Victoria: Yeah.

Billy: You know, I feel a bit like a slacker having a nanny here watching my kid while I have the whole "R.S. TV" staff meeting about our next episode, though I probably shouldn't mention that to you for fear of getting hit in the face.

Victoria: Why? I told you I was fine with the Phyllis story.

Billy: Yeah, well, that's not the story I was worried about. It's, you know, the other ones.

Victoria: What else are you planning?

Billy: (Chuckles) Nothing in particular, but you know, topics like the Victor/Sharon wedding video tend to pop up, and I know how you love me covering your family.

Victoria: You know what? In the past, that was true. But this time, I think I want you to make the Newmans front and center.

Billy: So now you want me to cover the Newman family? You know what? I smell a trap, and you're scaring me, and I am man enough to admit that.

Victoria: Nothing salacious. I just want you to cover the press conference that Nick and I are holding right after the board meeting.

Billy: Oh, yeah, sure, because gossip fans, they love press conferences. They can't get enough of them.

Victoria: The whole point of the board meeting is to convince members to let Nick and me fill in while Dad's gone. So once we win the vote of confidence, we'll need the press conference to calm the general shareholders. Do you get it?

Billy: Oh, yeah, I get it. If I cover the press conference, then I cover Victor's butt.

Victoria: No. You cover my backside, and there might be some perks in it for you.

Billy: Okay, then, on that note, then I will send my best reporter to cover the press conference, but I hold all rights to all perks.

Victoria: And surely you will have those perks. I gotta go.

Billy: Okay. Fly, fly, fly away, my little mogul. (Chuckles)

Abby: Hey. You look official. I take it no news on Dad.

Victoria: Uh, if I had heard anything, you'd know.

Abby: Could he be more stubborn? I-I'm honestly surprised he hasn't tweeted that he was kidnapped by some big-haired Jersey girl just to teach me a lesson.

Victoria: Well, maybe that's next. Anyway, I was just heading out, so...

Abby: Oh, right, the board meeting. I won't gloat, but I am so out of that whole mess.

Victoria: Good. Then I won't give you my mean sister face. Bye.

Billy: Bye.

Abby: Episode two! Those juicy "Deets" you have on Phyllis are so gonna boost our ratings and seriously put us on the map. (Sighs)

Billy: Yeah, juicy... deets-- boy, oh, boy, have we got them.

Abby: (Chuckles)

Phyllis: (Sighs)

Nick: You got some plans tonight?

Phyllis: Um, oh, you know, just hoping for no new drama. Mm. Mm. Come home with some good news, right?

Nick: I'm gonna try to.

(Elevator door closes)

Phyllis: Bye.

Phyllis: Eye in the sky, let's see who blinks first.

Phyllis: That's it. Come get me, Tim.

Adam: Okay, Kiddies... (Sighs) Time to go play with the grown-ups at the Newman board meeting.

Kevin: Kiddies?

Adam: As in kids, cool kids. Yeah, this Newman stuff isn't near as much fun as our start-up.

Chloe: Well, I'm due at an "R.S. TV" meeting, so I'm going to pitch the site to Billy for a feature.

Adam: Well, don't just pitch it, sell it. I guess that leaves you. You want to, um, follow up with Phyllis?

Kevin: Oh, okay. I'll do that, but only because you said so. That hadn't occurred to me at all.

Adam: Good-bye, Kevin.

Kevin: Hmm.

Chloe: (Sighs)

Kevin: Could he be a bigger--

Chloe: Investor who invested a boatload of money into this. Therefore, we love him.

Kevin: No, we don't, we tolerate him.

Chloe: Uh, I'm used to him. He's passionate, like us.

Kevin: Chloe, he treats us like we work for him, not with him, and it bugs me a lot.

Nick: Hey. I'm glad I tracked you down.

Sharon: I'm busy. And honestly, Nick, I've had about enough of your lectures and criticism.

Nick: You know, Sharon... (Sighs) We've been through a lot together. I mean, we've faced just about everything in I don't know how many years, but we have one thing to show for it-- we have great kids. So I'm asking you, for their sake, whatever it is you're planning to do at the meeting tonight, please don't do it.

Sharon: For the sake of our children? You really want to go down that road? Wow. Phyllis has taught you to be as shameless as she is. Let me try some of that.

Nick: (Sighs)

Sharon: For the sake of our children, Nick, maybe it's time that you start treating me with some respect instead of as someone who you try to intimidate or bark orders at. I think it's time that you realize that I am a real person and not some punch line for you and your bitter wife to use as an excuse for your own lives and your life choices.

Nick: Newman Enterprises is Noah and Faith's legacy. This is a publicly traded company now. That means we have to stop the public and the shareholders from freaking out, and the way we do that is by presenting a united front.

Sharon: I know that this is gonna come as a shock to you, but I know how business works.

Nick: Look, I don't know what Dad is trying to pull or why he's doing it, but I'm asking you to put all that aside. You need to do what is best for Newman as a whole-- for the business, for the family, and, yes, Sharon, our children. I know they're your touchstone. I know that. And you would do anything to protect them and their future, because that, Sharon, is who you are.

Abby: Oh, hey.

Chloe: Oh, yay, Abby. I was worried that you realized that you're not actually a part of the "Restless Style" staff so you would stop randomly showing up at locations where you're not really needed.

Abby: Oh, random? You mean, like those shoes with that outfit?

Billy: Okay, uh, Abby does work for the show, so it's not random, and I can't get into the shoe thing.

Man: They work for me.

Abby: I wouldn't admit that.

Chloe: Well, posers talk about shoes, because it's a mildly entertaining distraction, where serious people who actually care about TV talk about research and numbers. So would you like to know what the people think about "Bubbles" the blonde?

Abby: (Scoffs)

Chloe: That's good.

Man: That's a nice little pile you got there.

Victor: Well, maybe I'll get that sandwich after all.

Man: Here we go. Oh, that's what I'm talking about. Maybe no lettuce and mayo.

Victor: Well, we'll see about that.

Man: (Scoffs) Ah, tough luck, guy. You can always eat next week. (Grunts)

(Dice rattle on floor)

Victor: That's loaded dice. Don't do that with me.

Man: (Sighs)

Nick: Are you ready to steamroll some board members?

Victoria: Yeah, I can't wait.

Nick: Hey, seriously, thanks again for coming back.

Victoria: Okay, but remember, it's just temporary, just until the company is secure.

Nick: Okay.

Victoria: Speaking of which, Billy is running a "Newman is fine, cooler heads will prevail, and Dad is just stretching his legs and seeing the world" story.

Nick: Well, that's the least he could do.

Victoria: I'll be sure to tell him that you said "Thank you."

Nick: Meanwhile, I think I may have convinced Sharon not to make any waves.

Victoria: Good. Well, then the meeting should be a piece of cake.

Nick: It would be nice if Dad would get in touch right now. A "Fo to hell" would suffice if he could.

Victoria: You're worried about him leaving behind his business cell.

Nick: "Worried" is probably a little strong. I'm more like not completely convinced he's on some relaxing vacation somewhere. But, Vick, if something did happen to Dad, he would want us to hold this meeting and make sure that we did whatever it takes to look after Newman Enterprises, and that's what we're doing-- with Sharon, with "Restless Style."

Victoria: Yes. There are other issues.

Nick: Oh, yeah, one other walking and talking pain in the butt who wants to see Newman Enterprises implode.

Adam: Ah, you're here, and so am I. What fun for us all.

Chloe: Get this-- "Someone tell Bubbles the blonde her 15 minutes are way up. This is a joke, right? 'Miss T&A' is a reporter now? Take off your shirt and be quiet." She is a joke. That means that we are a joke.

Abby: Oh, Honey, you were a joke before I could vote, A.K.A. you're old.

Billy: You... be quiet. And, you-- yes, we are a joke. Its gossip for entertainment purposes only, and I'm fine with that.

Man: People are talking. We want heat. We want noise. We want eyeballs on the screen, posts on FacePlace.

Abby: Well, I am bringing the heat, the eyeballs, and the posts. Go on, Chloe. Tell them about the poll. Who's hotter--Baby mama drama or Bubbles the blonde? Wait, I'll get to the best part. Bubbles is hotter than drama... (Whispering) By a mile.

Chloe: That's because they think that if they keep on saying that, then you will release another sex tape.

Abby: (Normal voice) What? There was no sex. (Scoffs)

Billy: Mm-hmm, this seems like a good time to take a look at the taping schedule. How's that rundown shaking out?

Man: We'll start by teasing your Phyllis scandal for two segments, the Dr. Tim fleeing video will bump in and out of all the commercial breaks, then we hit your scoop. So what is your scoop?

Chloe: Yeah, come on. I really want to know. I mean, what else did Phyllis do, and what does this Tim guy have to do with it?

Billy: (Clears throat)

Phyllis: Sleep like an angel, Tim. Sleep like an angel, and when you wake up, it'll be, "Oh, you were so attentive. You were such a man. This will be our secret." Just like our other secret, right, Tim? Okay. There we go. There we go.

(Glasses clink)

Phyllis: And cheers. (Sighs)

(Rhythmic knock on door)

Phyllis: Hi. Good to see you. You made it.

Tim: Are you kidding?

Phyllis: (Chuckles)

Tim: I wouldn't miss this for the world. (Sighs) May I?

Phyllis: Oh, sure.

(Door closes)

Tim: Lovely to see you in your natural habitat. It suits you.

Phyllis: (Sighs)

Tim: You are positively glowing. You always had the most glorious skin.

Phyllis: Oh.

Tim: I remember every inch.

Phyllis: Thank you. We don't have a lot of time, so here, let's get right to it, shall we? I took the honors. Cheers.

(Glasses clink)

Tim: Oh, no. I'm not gonna drink this.

Adam: So that's the plan, huh? My, how... obvious.

Nick: I'm assuming you want to protect your own holdings enough to fall into line.

Adam: Dad's seeing the world, doing his thing-- no big deal. Meanwhile, we'll just keep our fingers crossed that the stock price doesn't tank. That's--that's so much more righteous than the actual righteous approach, which would be sounding the alarm and trying to find M.I.A. D.A.D.

Victoria: (Sighs)

Nick: Oh, you'd just love that, wouldn't you, to see the public freak out and then watch Newman crash and burn?

Adam: Yeah.

Victoria: Of course, you know, our security team is still out there trying to track down our father. But in the meantime, I think that we have a company to protect.

Adam: And family, of course.

Victoria: Yes.

Adam: Our family.

Victoria: Oh, yes.

Adam: Our family, which includes my wife, the woman who gave you a child. And with this deep reverence you have for family, you insist on being a total bitch to her. And you, Brother, is there a day or even a moment that goes by that you don't wish misery or failure on my head?

Nick: No. But do you resent us enough to tank your own holdings in Newman?

Victoria: You know, Chelsea tells me that you're hoping to start a family. Well, I think you need to start thinking about that next generation tonight.

Adam: Ah, so much advice. Don't know what to do.

Tucker: Ah. No yelling or screaming yet. Guess I don't need those earplugs after all.

Adam: One never knows.

Nick: Did you talk to Sharon about backing off?

Tucker: We had a long talk. She's a tough read-- tougher than I expected. (Sighs) There's no way to tell whether she'll, uh, disrupt the meeting or not.

Nick: I talked to her, too. My money is she's gonna leave it alone.

Tucker: Well, good on you. Guess you know your ex better than I do.

Sharon: Damn you, Victor.

Man: (Grunts) (Breathing heavily)

Victor: Don't you ever con me. That's a mistake.

Man: You're new here, so first you give us that money. Then we show you how things work outside.

Victor: Let's go, Brother.

Man: Come on.

Abby: Not that I am a real journalist, but even this superhot blonde wants to know the deal with Phyllis.

Billy: Look at you guys, hanging on my every word. You know, I think that's why I'm gonna save it till we go to tape.

Chloe: What?

Man: What?

Billy: Hey, man, do you want this to stay a scoop? Because these two... (Imitates chattering) They never stop talking.

Abby: (Scoffs)

Billy: This one, she will tell her child groom, who will tell his D.A. brother...

Chloe: (Scoffs)

Abby: (Scoffs)

Billy: And this one will tell her loser boyfriend, who will go off and tell a bunch of bartenders and goombahs and other various lowlifes. I don't know who's gonna tell, but thank you. I am gonna tell them when I tell the public.

Man: So we'll get spontaneous live reactions from the staff? Genius. Love it. Can't wait.

Abby: (Scoffs)

Chloe: Jerk. Yeah, I am going to ignore all of the stupidity that just fell out of your mouth, and I'm gonna give you a real story. Phyllis is joining us at TagNGrab. Well, Kevin offered her a job, and we're just waiting for her to commit. But we should run that story. It's gonna be huge.

Billy: You want to cover Phyllis maybe doing TagNGrab? (Scoffs) You're gonna turn "R.S. TV" into an infomercial for your silly site? Now how did we get so lucky?

Chloe: It's news, and if we do a segment on TagNGrab, I mean, it's good for us. I mean, why do you care?

Abby: What are you gonna say? "Come check out the pics of an accused attempted murderer"?

Chloe: No such thing as bad press, right, "Sex tape"?

Abby: There was no sex tape!

Chloe: Mm-hmm.

Abby: (Sighs) I am blonde. I am hot, okay? But I can be a lot more than just an exceptionally pretty face, and you have to help me prove that.

Adam: Well, nice touch-- Vicky sitting in Dad's chair.

Nick: Thank you for all coming on such short notice. You may or may not have heard yet, but my father has taken an unexpected leave of absence.

Phyllis: What's wrong with you? You love wine.

Tim: I love good wine, and that's why I brought my own. (Sighs) Sorry.

Phyllis: Mm.

Tim: (Chuckles) How indiscreet of me. Those are for later. This is a, uh, vibrant red from the piedmont region of Italy. Mmm. Like raspberry. And the color-- shocking, really-- reminiscent of the finer things in life.

Phyllis: That is fantastic. But, um... like I said before, we don't have a lot of time, and my husband's coming home, right? So why don't-- why don't we do this? Why don't we start with my wine, and we'll move our way, uh, to yours? Here.

Tim: All right.

Phyllis: Cheers.

Tim: Let's see.

(Glasses clink)

Tim: (Inhales sharply)

Phyllis: Oh. What? Wh-what are you doing? What is that?

Tim: You know, I think it's really wonderful that you invested in this evening the way that you did...

Phyllis: (Sighs)

Tim: Even though you were somewhat ambivalent, but I want everything to be just perfect tonight, including the wine.

Kevin: Hey.

Billy: Hey.

Kevin: How did your preproduction, brainstorm, "I have a face for radio" meeting go? (Inhales sharply) I'm talking about his face. Your face is beautiful. But that--that is a-- that is a face for radio.

Billy: It went great, thanks.

Chloe: Ooh, its Darcy. She's a compulsive shopper. That means that she's gonna become so addicted to TagNGrab that she's gonna end up broke and in rehab. Yes!

Kevin: (Chuckles)

Billy: Wow. Um, you. (Chuckles) I need your help.

Kevin: With your face?

Billy: Just shut up and listen. Phyllis, uh, she's gonna be working with you, right?

Kevin: Uh, well, I offered her a job. She hasn't accepted.

Billy: Okay, she needs to accept, and you two need to become best working buds, and you must-- I'm going to emphasize "Must"-- get some dirt on that hit-and-run, preferably before my next episode.

Kevin: Okay, "A," I am sick and tired of being ordered around by jackasses like you today. And "B," I thought you already had the dirt.

Billy: See, I lied.

Kevin: (Scoffs) No.

Billy: Help me.

Kevin: No.

Billy: I'll let you make fun of my pretty little face.

Kevin: Hmm. No.

Billy: I'll give you 10 grand.

Kevin: Exactly what do you need?

Billy: Phyllis, hit-and-run, details, especially about this old doc of hers being questioned.

Kevin: She hasn't accepted my offer. She's not even taking my calls.

Billy: Kevy, you wore a chipmunk mask and robbed banks. This should be easy for you.

Kevin: (Sighs) I'm gonna let you get away with that because of all that face stuff I said, but now we're even.

Billy: Do not let me look like an ass on national television.

Phyllis: This is good. This is really good, Tim, isn't it? Reminds me of--of... (Sighs) What we had before. We did a lot of talking.

Tim: Of course, most of that was in therapy...

Phyllis: Oh.

Tim: And that's what got us here in the first place.

Phyllis: (Inhales sharply)

Tim: And I-I thought you'd rather forget all that.

Phyllis: No. We had a connection other than therapy. Don't you remember, Tim? And maybe next time--

Tim: Next time? I thought you were committed to this evening, Phyllis.

Phyllis: I am. Oh, I am. I am.

Tim: Oh? There's no time like the present.

Phyllis: Um, I have something really great in my lingerie drawer. I think you'll like it.

Tim: I don't doubt it. Don't be long.

Phyllis: Oh, no, no. Be right back. Sit tight, okay?

Tim: (Sighs)

Victor: Can I have some tequila, please?

Man: No bleeding on the bar. You need a doctor.

Victor: (Sighs) Let me have some... have some ice for my hand, okay?

Victoria: My brother and I will stand in for our dad, as we have in the past.

Nick: We will vote his shares. We'll fill his seat on the board and provide this company with leadership. Right now, the press is assembling in the lobby. They're prepared to tell the world that we are sinking, or they will tell them that we are solid-- solid as ever. We need to go down there as one unit, as one force.

Victoria: The media and the public need to have confidence in us and in Newman. So it's business as usual.

Nick: We're hoping we can all count on you to provide one unified front.

Victoria: If that's all, then, um...

Sharon: Sorry I'm late. We can start the meeting now.

Abby: Just follow me. Hi. Hello. How are you? Oh, that dress-- it's gonna look so good on camera.

Man: Abby Newman, the Naked Heiress-- are you gonna drop the dress in protest of the Newman board meeting?

Abby: No. (Scoffs) I am here as one of you-- a serious journalist. I am on special assignment from the big new hit show "Restless Style TV." Did I miss anything good? (Chuckles)

Sharon: I'm sorry you wasted your time on hypotheticals before I arrived.

Nick: It's not hypothetical. Victoria and I will be filling in for Dad. It's what this company needs to stay on top.

Sharon: It's what this company needs, huh? Really? Kaplan vs. Kaplan, 1963-- as Mrs. Victor Newman, I will be controlling my husband's shares and voting in his place during his absence. Now this is not only my right, but that's what's right for this company. There's no need to argue. There's no need to debate. It is all right here in this book. Until Victor Newman returns, I am Victor Newman.

Victor: (Sighs) Thank you. Blaukowski, you've got two bags of blood and bruises passed out on your curb. (Chuckles)

Blaukowski: You did that?

Victor: (Sighs)

Billy: Hey, where's "Chip"?

Chloe: He had an errand, and don't call him that.

Billy: (Imitates whining)

Chloe: Hey, so since your mouthy niece isn't around, why don't you tell me what you found out about Phyllis?

Billy: Oh, you want to know?

Chloe: Yeah.

Billy: Okay, so how bad?

Chloe: So bad.

Billy: Well, then so will the rest of our audience.

Chloe: Come on. You can't pull that twice.

Billy: No, you "Come on." I think I should talk to Phyllis first before I start blabbing about all this.

Chloe: And say what? "Sorry I've--you know, I was pounding you in print and on TV, but just prepare for the next pounding"?

Billy: Actually, it's none of your business what we talk about.

Chloe: Okay, well, I was just saying it's actually kind of decent of you.

Billy: Well, contrary to popular belief, I am sometimes a decent kind of guy.

Phyllis: Oh, God. No, no, I don't need bandages or aspirin or eyedrops. I need... oh, something to knock him out-- not--not hurt him. Just--I just want to knock him out, you know-- chloroform or an anvil. Why do I not have an anvil? Oh, wait. Oh, this will do it. I think this will do it. Yeah. It will at least-- it will take his mind off his little doc. I can give it a shot.

Tim: Hello, my little blue helpful friends. Just a little boost for some stamina and extra fireworks... lots and lots of fireworks. (Sighs)

(Footsteps approaching)

Tim: Stop. Go slow. You know, even though I hated you, I have so wanted this.

Phyllis: Would you like another drink?

Tim: Well, you said that time was of the essence. And... I'm eager right now... very eager. Open your robe.

Phyllis: Okay. Uh, how about this? How about I do a show for you? A little show-- it'll be fun, right? Me here, you there. Okay? Here. Here. Here we go.

Tim: Oh.

Phyllis: Yeah. Right? Good. You like that?

Tim: Oh.

Phyllis: Okay, just relax. There. Did...

Tim: Oh.

Phyllis: Don't freak out. What are you doing, Tim? Tim? Tim? What--what are you doing? Get--get up! Get up! Oh, my God. Oh, my God! Tim! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Tim, no, no. You are not dead. You are not dead. Oh, my--oh, my-- Tim, you are not dying in my apartment. You are not dying here! Oh, my God, no!

(Knock on door)

Kevin: Hey, Phyllis, knock, knock. It's your friendly neighborhood TagNGrab guy.

Next on "The Young and the Restless"...

Abby: The drama is on here in the heart of Genoa City.

Sharon: Do not even think about messing with me!

Phyllis: You're going to help me save this son of a bitch.

Kevin: Holy...

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