Barefoot Revelry
The warmth of their laughter filled the cozy room as Sunbeam, Moonbeam, and Aurealis shared stories, their bond deepened by their shared experiences. The crackling firelight cast dancing shadows across their faces, highlighting the joy and comfort they felt in one another's company.
Moonbeam stretched luxuriously, her bare feet brushing the edge of the plush rug beneath them. "You know," she said with a mischievous smile, "this place is spotless now, but we all know there are parts of this house that haven't seen a mop in ages."
Aurealis chuckled, her golden tones light with amusement. "Oh? And what exactly are you suggesting?"
Sunbeam's bright orange eyes glimmered with intrigue as he leaned forward. "Let me guess. You're thinking we explore the less... pristine parts of the house?"
Moonbeam grinned, her blue eyes twinkling. "Exactly! Come on, when was the last time we just let loose and had some fun like kids? I say we go barefoot and see just how dirty we can get."
Aurealis laughed, her golden spiral glowing faintly as she stood. "Why not? After everything we've been through, a little dirt is nothing."
Sunbeam's heart raced, though he kept his excitement contained. The thought of their bare feet traversing the forgotten corners of the house stirred something deeper within him, a secret thrill he rarely allowed himself to acknowledge.
The trio rose, leaving the comfort of the firelit room to wander the halls of Sunbeam and Moonbeam's sprawling home. Their bare feet padded softly against the polished floors as they made their way to the less-traveled parts of the house. Moonbeam led the way, her laugh echoing as she pushed open a heavy door leading to the old storage wing.
"Here we go," she said, stepping onto the dusty floor. Her toes left clear prints in the layer of dust, and she wiggled them with delight. "Oh, this feels amazing. It's like the sands all over again, but dirtier!"
Aurealis followed, her golden eyes lighting up as she stepped onto the dusty floor. "You're right," she said, laughing as she lifted a foot to inspect the darkened soles. "This is oddly satisfying."
Sunbeam hesitated for a moment, his breath catching as he watched the two women revel in their playful exploration. His gaze lingered on their feet, the way the dust clung to their skin, leaving darkened impressions with each step. His voice was steady but carried a hint of something deeper. "Looks like you two are having all the fun. Guess I'd better join in."
He stepped forward, his bright orange hair catching the dim light as his feet sank into the dust. The sensation sent a shiver through him, and he couldn't suppress the grin that spread across his face. "This is... different," he said, his voice low.
Moonbeam noticed the flicker of something in her brother's expression and raised an eyebrow. "You're enjoying this more than you're letting on," she teased, her melodic voice filled with mischief. "I've seen that look before."
Aurealis laughed, her golden tones ringing out as she stepped closer to Sunbeam. "Oh, I think you're right, Moonbeam. He's definitely got a thing for this." She lifted her foot, playfully brushing the dusty sole against his calf. "Am I wrong?"
Sunbeam's cheeks flushed, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he met their teasing smiles with a sheepish grin of his own. "Alright, you caught me," he admitted, his baritone voice tinged with laughter. "It's... a little more enjoyable than I expected."
Moonbeam clapped her hands together, her laughter filling the room. "Well, then! Let's make the most of it." She stepped boldly across the dusty floor, leaving a trail of dark prints behind her. "Come on, let's see who can get their feet the dirtiest."
The trio spent the next hour exploring the storage wing, their bare feet darkening with every step. They laughed and teased each other, their carefree energy filling the forgotten space. Sunbeam found himself drawn into the playful atmosphere, his earlier embarrassment fading as he let go of his inhibitions.
When they finally returned to the main part of the house, their feet were blackened with dust, and their spirits were light. Moonbeam collapsed onto a plush chair, her blue hair falling in loose waves around her. "I haven't laughed like that in ages," she said, her melodic voice filled with satisfaction.
Aurealis nodded, her golden eyes sparkling as she stretched out beside her. "Me neither. That was exactly what we needed."
Sunbeam sat nearby, his bright orange eyes gleaming with contentment. "It was perfect," he said, his voice steady but warm. "Sometimes, it's the simplest things that bring the most joy."
The chapter closed with the trio's laughter echoing softly through the house, their bond stronger than ever as they reveled in the simple pleasures of life and the shared joy of being together.
The Dance of Dirty Soles
The trio lounged in the cozy living room, their laughter having quieted to soft chuckles as they basked in the glow of their playful exploration. The fire crackled gently in the hearth, casting warm shadows across the room as they settled into the plush furniture, their blackened soles propped up in comfortable defiance of the pristine setting.
Moonbeam was the first to break the silence, her melodic voice tinged with mischief as she wiggled her toes. "Look at us," she teased, lifting her foot to inspect the dusty imprint on her skin. "We've left no corner of this house's dust untouched."
Aurealis laughed, her golden eyes sparkling as she stretched her legs, her dirty soles on full display. "And yet, it feels oddly satisfying," she said. "There's something so freeing about it."
Sunbeam, sitting between them, couldn't help but smile as his gaze flicked to their feet. His own soles, just as dusty and dark, rested on the edge of the ottoman. "It's not every day you let yourself get this messy on purpose," he said, his baritone voice filled with quiet amusement. "I'll admit... I'm not complaining."
Moonbeam raised an eyebrow, a playful grin spreading across her face. "Oh, we know you're not complaining, Sunbeam," she said, nudging his ankle with her foot. "I saw the way you were enjoying yourself earlier."
Aurealis leaned back with a smirk, her golden tones light with teasing. "He's not denying it, either." She extended her leg, her foot brushing against Sunbeam's. "So, what's the verdict, Sunbeam? Are you going to admit that this has been your favorite part of the night?"
Sunbeam's cheeks flushed, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he allowed himself a grin, his bright orange eyes gleaming with playful confidence. "Alright, fine," he said, his voice steady but warm. "I'll admit it's been... enjoyable. But only because we're all having fun."
Moonbeam laughed, her blue hair falling in loose waves as she propped her feet against his leg. "Oh, don't try to downplay it now. You're loving this."
Before he could respond, Aurealis joined in, her foot nudging against his other leg. "Let's test just how much he's enjoying himself," she said with a wink, her toes brushing lightly against his ankle.
The trio's playful energy filled the room as they began to engage in a lighthearted game of footsies. Moonbeam's soft laughter mingled with Aurealis's chuckles as they moved their feet with deliberate teasing, brushing against Sunbeam's legs and feet with just enough pressure to elicit a reaction. Sunbeam, caught between their mischievous antics, couldn't help but join in, his own feet playfully nudging theirs in return.
"You two are impossible," he said, his baritone voice filled with mock exasperation. But the smile tugging at his lips betrayed his enjoyment.
Moonbeam's melodic voice was light with amusement as she wiggled her toes against his. "Impossible, or just too much fun to resist?"
Aurealis's golden tones carried a hint of challenge as she leaned forward slightly. "Admit it, Sunbeam. You're loving every second of this."
Sunbeam sighed theatrically, shaking his head with a grin. "Fine. You win. This is... oddly relaxing," he admitted, his voice softening as he allowed himself to fully embrace the moment. "There's something about it that just feels... comforting."
The trio fell into a comfortable rhythm, their laughter subsiding into contented sighs as they continued their playful game. Their feet brushed against one another with gentle, unhurried movements, the sensation grounding them in the simplicity of the moment. The dusty imprints on their skin became a shared badge of their carefree connection, a reminder of the joy they'd found in letting go.
Moonbeam leaned her head back, her eyes half-closed as she wiggled her toes. "It's funny," she mused. "Something so simple can feel so good. I think we all needed this."
Aurealis nodded, her golden eyes soft with contentment. "It's not just the sands or the dust... it's us. Being together like this. It makes everything feel... right."
Sunbeam's voice was steady but filled with warmth as he added, "Moments like these remind me of what really matters. Connection, laughter, and letting ourselves just... be."
The chapter closed with the trio's soft sighs and smiles as they relaxed into the comfort of each other's presence. Their playful game of footsies had become more than just a lighthearted distraction—it was a celebration of their bond, a testament to the joy they found in the simplest of moments together.
The Depths of Connection
The trio's laughter gradually softened, giving way to a quiet intimacy as they leaned back into the warmth of their shared space. Their bare feet, smudged with dust and marked by playful games, rested on the ottoman and one another's legs. The room seemed to hold its breath, the crackling firelight dancing across their faces, reflecting the unspoken bond growing between them.
Moonbeam's melodic voice broke the silence, her words carrying a softness that hinted at deeper emotions. "It's strange, isn't it? How something as simple as walking barefoot in forgotten corners can remind us of who we are." She looked at her companions, her blue eyes shimmering with sincerity. "I feel closer to both of you than I ever have."
Aurealis nodded, her golden eyes warm as she brushed a strand of hair from her face. "It's not just the place," she said softly. "It's us. We've been through so much together, and moments like this remind me why we're stronger as a trio." Her hand rested lightly on Moonbeam's shoulder, a gentle gesture that conveyed her gratitude and affection.
Sunbeam's baritone voice was steady, but there was a rare vulnerability in his tone. "I never thought something as small as this could mean so much," he admitted. "But being here, with you two... it's like everything else fades away. It's just us." His orange eyes glimmered as he met their gazes, his words a quiet acknowledgment of the connection they shared.
The atmosphere in the room shifted subtly, the playful energy giving way to something deeper and more profound. The trio's movements slowed, their touches lingering as they found comfort in the closeness of one another. Their dust-streaked feet and smudged hands became symbols of their shared journey, a reminder of the freedom they'd discovered in letting go of pretense.
Moonbeam leaned forward, her voice barely above a whisper. "What if we let ourselves feel this connection fully? No distractions, no walls... just us." Her gaze moved between Aurealis and Sunbeam, her words carrying an invitation that was both tender and bold.
Aurealis's golden tones trembled slightly, but her eyes shone with trust and understanding. "I'd like that," she said softly. "It's not often we get moments like this, where everything feels so... right." She reached out, her hand brushing against Moonbeam's as she smiled.
Sunbeam hesitated for a moment, his gaze dropping to their hands before lifting to meet theirs. "If this is where the moment leads us," he said, his voice filled with quiet resolve, "then I'm with you both. Always."
The trio's movements became unhurried, their touches exploratory and filled with a newfound reverence for the bond they shared. They leaned into one another, their breaths mingling as they let themselves be guided by the moment. The dusty marks on their skin, once playful reminders of their exploration, now felt like badges of their connection, a testament to the openness they'd embraced.
As the fire burned low, the trio's shared awareness deepened. Their laughter returned in quiet bursts, their voices mingling in a harmony that spoke of trust and unity. The dusty corners of the house no longer felt forgotten; they had become sanctuaries, spaces where the trio could shed their burdens and rediscover themselves and one another.
The chapter closed with the trio entwined, their connection stronger than ever as they found solace and joy in their shared vulnerability. The house, once filled with silence and stillness, now hummed with the energy of their bond, a quiet reminder of the beauty in letting go and embracing what truly mattered.
Layers of the Forgotten
The trio lingered in the shadows of the forgotten wing, the air thick with dust and nostalgia. The moonlight streaming through the aged windows illuminated the particles swirling around them, creating an otherworldly aura that mirrored the depth of their connection. Barefoot and dust-covered, they moved with purpose, their shared silence filled with unspoken understanding.
Moonbeam's melodic voice was the first to break the stillness, her words tinged with wonder. "These corners... these untouched spaces... they're a reminder of what we leave behind, of the layers we sometimes forget to look at." Her hand brushed against a shelf, leaving a streak of clean wood beneath her fingers as the dust clung to her skin.
Aurealis stepped closer, her golden spiral faintly glowing in the dim light. She placed her palm on an old wooden table, her golden eyes soft with reflection. "It's like the dust is alive," she said softly. "It holds stories, memories... everything we thought we'd forgotten." She turned to Moonbeam and Sunbeam, a gentle smile tugging at her lips. "And now, we're part of it."
Sunbeam's baritone voice was steady but carried an edge of reverence. "We've spent so much time leading, pushing forward, trying to keep everything clean and perfect," he said. "But here, in these hidden spaces, there's something raw and honest. It's real." His gaze lingered on his companions, the warmth in his orange eyes mirroring the glow of the moonlight.
The trio began to explore the room with renewed curiosity, their movements slow and deliberate. Their hands brushed against surfaces long untouched, the dust clinging to their skin as though claiming them as part of its history. The air was cool, yet the warmth of their bond made the space feel alive, as if their presence had awakened something dormant.
Moonbeam leaned against a worn cabinet, her blue hair falling in loose waves as she traced patterns in the dust with her fingers. "Every mark we leave," she said, her voice thoughtful, "it's like we're adding to the story. This place isn't forgotten anymore. It's ours now."
Aurealis joined her, her golden tones carrying a quiet strength. "And it's not just the place," she said. "It's us. We've shed everything else tonight—expectations, pretenses... even the need to stay spotless." She held up her dust-covered hands, a playful smile softening her expression. "There's freedom in being a little messy."
Sunbeam chuckled, his deep voice filling the room with warmth. "Messy is an understatement," he said, lifting a foot to inspect the darkened sole. "But I can't argue with you. This... it feels good. Freeing."
The trio's exploration became more playful, their laughter echoing through the forgotten wing as they embraced the imperfections of the space and themselves. They left smudges on walls and streaks on furniture, their movements leaving visible traces of their journey. Each mark became a symbol of their connection, a testament to the bond that had grown deeper with every step.
Moonbeam's voice softened as she turned to her companions, her eyes shimmering with emotion. "I don't think I've ever felt this close to anyone before," she admitted. "It's not just the place or the moment... it's you two. Being here with you makes it all feel right."
Aurealis reached out, her hand brushing against Moonbeam's. "It's the same for me," she said. "Every step we've taken tonight, every mark we've left... it's a reminder that we're stronger together. That we belong here, with each other."
Sunbeam placed a hand on each of their shoulders, his baritone voice steady and filled with quiet conviction. "This bond we have... it's more than I ever expected. More than I thought was possible." He paused, his orange eyes meeting theirs. "And I'm grateful for it. For you both."
The trio stood together in the center of the room, their dust-covered forms illuminated by the moonlight streaming through the windows. Their laughter had faded into a quiet stillness, their connection palpable in the charged air around them. The forgotten wing, once silent and untouched, now felt alive with their presence, their marks woven into its story.
The chapter closed with the trio leaning into one another, their bond a tangible force that filled the room with warmth and light. The dust that clung to their skin and the marks they'd left behind became symbols of their shared journey, a reminder that even in imperfection, there is beauty and unity.
Becoming One with the Forgotten
The trio moved in unison, their bodies brushing against the dusty surfaces of the forgotten wing. The air was thick with the scent of age and stillness, and the moonlight streaming through the cracked windows illuminated the swirls of dust that danced around them. Barefoot and unbothered by the dirt clinging to their skin, they found a rhythm in their movements, an almost meditative flow as they continued their exploration.
Moonbeam's melodic voice broke the silence, soft yet filled with quiet reverence. "Every step we take, every surface we touch... it feels like we're waking this place up." She ran her hand along an old shelf, leaving a streak of clean wood beneath her fingers while the dust clung to her palm.
Aurealis nodded, her golden spiral glowing faintly in the dim light. She pressed her hand to a nearby wall, watching as the dust transferred onto her skin, darkening it further. "It's like the dust is part of us now," she said softly. "Every mark we leave, every bit that clings to us... it's becoming a part of who we are."
Sunbeam's baritone voice carried a quiet strength as he added, "We're not just cleaning this space... we're connecting with it. Every smudge, every stain... it's a reminder that we're part of something bigger." He looked down at his feet, the soles blackened and dusty, and smiled. "Even our steps are leaving a legacy here."
The trio began to move with purpose, their hands and feet collecting the dust as they worked together to clear the surfaces around them. Moonbeam knelt on the floor, her bare knees pressing into the dust as she wiped her hands across the wooden planks, leaving trails of clean beneath her. Aurealis climbed onto a rickety table, her golden eyes scanning the room as she used her arms to sweep dust from forgotten shelves. Sunbeam stood nearby, his broad frame brushing against the walls as he worked with deliberate care to uncover the beauty hidden beneath the grime.
As they continued, the dust clung to them in layers, coating their arms, legs, and torsos until their skin was barely visible beneath the blackened stains. The once-forgotten wing seemed to transform before their eyes, its surfaces glowing faintly in the moonlight as they revealed the untouched beauty beneath the dirt.
Moonbeam paused, her blue hair streaked with dust as she sat back on her heels. She looked down at her hands, her palms completely blackened. "It's almost like we're becoming part of this place," she said, her voice filled with quiet awe. "The dust isn't just on us... it's in us now."
Aurealis's golden tones carried a note of agreement. "We're not just cleaning this space," she said. "We're merging with it. Every surface we touch, every step we take... it's like we're breathing new life into it while it's leaving its mark on us."
Sunbeam's voice was steady but filled with conviction. "That's the beauty of it," he said. "It's not about making it perfect. It's about being part of it, letting it be part of us. This place... it's alive again because we're here."
The trio continued their work, their movements growing slower and more deliberate as they embraced the intimacy of the moment. Their bodies, now completely covered in dust, seemed to blend with the room around them, as though they had become extensions of the forgotten wing itself. Every breath they took stirred the air, sending tiny motes of dust spiraling upward to catch the light.
Moonbeam reached out to touch a carved wooden chair, her fingers tracing the intricate patterns hidden beneath the grime. "It's beautiful," she whispered. "This place... it's been waiting for us."
Aurealis joined her, her golden eyes soft with wonder. She ran her hand along the back of the chair, her palm leaving a clean streak in its wake. "And we've been waiting for it," she said. "To find a space where we can just... be."
Sunbeam stood behind them, his orange eyes gleaming with quiet pride. "We've made it ours," he said. "And it's made us part of it. This connection... it's something we'll carry with us forever."
The chapter closed with the trio standing together in the center of the room, their dust-covered forms glowing softly in the moonlight. The forgotten wing, once silent and still, now felt alive with their presence, their connection woven into its very walls. They had not only uncovered its beauty but had become part of it, their bond with the space and with one another deeper than ever before.
The Depth of Dust and Unity
The trio's movements slowed as the forgotten wing transformed around them. The air, once heavy with neglect, now seemed to hum with their shared presence. Every surface they touched, every corner they revealed, felt like peeling back layers of history to uncover the hidden heart of the space. Their bodies, now fully coated in dust, carried the marks of their labor—symbols of their unity and dedication.
Moonbeam paused near an ornate mirror, its gilded edges dulled by time. She wiped a streak of dust from its surface with the edge of her forearm, revealing a faint reflection of herself, Aurealis, and Sunbeam. Her blue eyes softened as she gazed at their shared image. "Look at us," she said, her voice tinged with awe. "We've become part of this place... like we're living reflections of its past and future."
Aurealis stepped closer, her golden spiral glowing faintly through the dust on her skin. She reached out, her hand brushing against Moonbeam's shoulder. "And the dust doesn't hide us," she said. "It reveals us... every effort, every step, every choice we've made together. It's all here." Her gaze shifted to Sunbeam, her golden eyes warm with admiration. "And it's beautiful."
Sunbeam stood just behind them, his broad frame outlined in the faint glow of moonlight filtering through the windows. His orange eyes met theirs in the mirror, a quiet smile playing on his lips. "It's not just the room that's changed," he said, his baritone voice steady. "It's us. This place has become part of who we are... and we've become part of it."
They turned back to the room, their steps unhurried as they continued to explore its forgotten corners. The dust, once a barrier, now felt like a bridge between them and the past. Moonbeam's fingers brushed over an old wooden chest, its carvings barely visible beneath the grime. She knelt beside it, her knees pressing into the dusty floor, and began to gently wipe it clean.
"It's like every piece of this room has a story," she murmured, her melodic voice soft with reverence. "And we're helping it speak again."
Aurealis crouched beside her, her golden hands joining Moonbeam's as they revealed the intricate details of the chest. "And in doing so," she said, "we're finding pieces of ourselves. The dust, the dirt... it's like a mirror, showing us everything we've carried and everything we can let go of."
Sunbeam watched them for a moment, his orange eyes glowing with quiet pride. Then he moved to a tall cabinet in the corner, its surface covered in a thick layer of dust. His strong hands swept across it, the grime clinging to his fingers as he revealed the smooth wood beneath. "Every piece we uncover is a reminder," he said. "A reminder that beauty doesn't disappear. It just waits for someone to see it again."
The trio worked in harmony, their movements synchronized as though guided by an unspoken rhythm. Their bodies, now fully covered in dust, glowed faintly in the moonlight, their presence transforming the room as much as the room transformed them. The dust clung to their skin like a second layer, its marks a testament to their shared journey.
As they finished uncovering the final corner of the room, Moonbeam leaned against a newly cleaned table, her blue hair streaked with dust and her cheeks flushed with exertion. "This place feels alive again," she said, her melodic voice filled with satisfaction. "And so do we."
Aurealis joined her, her golden spiral shimmering faintly through the grime on her arms. She smiled, her voice soft but resolute. "It's more than alive," she said. "It's a part of us now, just as we're a part of it. This room, this dust, this moment... it's something we'll carry with us forever."
Sunbeam stepped closer, his broad frame casting a protective shadow over his companions. His baritone voice was calm but carried the weight of their shared experience. "And together, we'll make sure its story continues. This isn't the end... it's the beginning."
The chapter closed with the trio standing in the center of the room, their dust-covered forms glowing softly in the moonlight. The forgotten wing, once silent and neglected, now radiated warmth and life. They had not only uncovered its beauty but had become its caretakers, their bond with one another deepened by the dust that marked their skin and the unity that filled their hearts.
A Cleansing Reunion
The forgotten wing, once cloaked in shadows and dust, now gleamed softly in the moonlight. The trio stood together in its center, their dust-covered bodies a testament to their shared effort. Every surface they had touched, every corner they had uncovered, reflected their bond and the unity that had guided them through the transformation of the space.
Moonbeam leaned against a newly polished table, her blue hair streaked with dust but her eyes shining with satisfaction. "We did it," she said, her melodic voice carrying a mix of pride and exhaustion. "This place... it feels alive again. It's like we've given it a second chance."
Aurealis nodded, her golden spiral faintly glowing through the layers of grime on her skin. "And maybe we've given ourselves one too," she said softly. "Every mark, every smudge... it's part of our story now. This room, this dust... it's a reminder of what we can do together."
Sunbeam stepped closer, his orange eyes warm as he looked at his companions. His broad shoulders carried the weight of their labor, and his baritone voice was steady as he spoke. "We've made this place ours," he said. "But we've also reminded ourselves of what we're capable of. Together, we can take on anything."
The trio shared a quiet moment, their dust-covered forms glowing softly in the moonlight. Then Moonbeam's melodic laughter broke the silence, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "But I'll tell you one thing," she said, brushing at her dusty arms. "I'm ready to wash all this off. How about you two?"
Aurealis laughed, her golden tones ringing out as she inspected her dirt-covered hands. "Absolutely," she said. "I think we've earned a little luxury after all this."
Sunbeam grinned, his orange eyes gleaming. "Then it's settled. Let's clean up and relax."
The trio made their way to the grand bathhouse connected to the wing, its marble floors and intricate tilework offering a stark contrast to the dust and grime that clung to their skin. The air was warm and fragrant, the scent of lavender and eucalyptus wafting from the steaming water that filled the large central tub.
Moonbeam was the first to step in, her toes curling as the heat soothed her sore muscles. "Oh, this is perfect," she sighed, sinking into the water and letting the warmth envelop her.
Aurealis followed, her golden eyes closing as she slid into the bath. The water immediately began to wash away the layers of dust, leaving her skin glowing. "I didn't realize how much I needed this," she said, her voice soft with contentment.
Sunbeam joined them, his broad frame sinking into the water as he let out a deep sigh. "This is exactly what we needed," he said, his baritone voice filled with relaxation. "A moment to just... let go."
The trio leaned back, the warmth of the water and the soft hum of the bathhouse creating an atmosphere of peace. They took turns helping one another wash away the grime, their laughter echoing softly as they splashed and teased each other. Moonbeam wiggled her clean toes under the water, her melodic laughter filling the space as Sunbeam playfully flicked water at her.
Aurealis smiled, her golden spiral glowing brightly as she ran her hands through her now-clean hair. "You know," she said, her voice filled with quiet joy, "this might be my favorite part of the day. Not just the bath... but being here, with you two."
Sunbeam nodded, his orange eyes warm as he leaned back against the edge of the tub. "Same here," he said. "The cleaning, the dust, the laughter... it all reminded me how much I value this. Us."
Moonbeam's melodic voice was soft as she added, "And it's something we'll carry with us. No matter where we go, this day will always be a part of who we are."
The chapter closed with the trio resting in the bath, their laughter and soft voices mingling with the sound of the water. The forgotten wing, now vibrant and alive, stood as a testament to their unity, while the bath became a symbol of renewal—a moment to wash away the past and embrace the future together.
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