Game of Thrones Never Betray Me Again
Tyrion Lannister: So... you roam the Seven Kingdoms collaring pickpockets and equus caballus thieves and bring them here every bit eager recruits.
Yoren: Aye. Well, it'southward not all of 'em'due south done bad things. Some of 'em's just poor lads looking for steady feed. Some of 'em'southward highborn lads looking for glory.
Tyrion Lannister: Better risk of finding feed than celebrity.
Benjen Stark: [walks in] The Night'south Watch is a joke to you, is it? Is that what we are, Lannister? An regular army of jesters in black?
Tyrion Lannister: You don't accept plenty men to be an army, and aside from Yoren here, none of you are especially funny.
Benjen Stark: I hope nosotros provided you with some good stories to tell when you lot're back in King's Landing. That's something to recollect about when you're drinking your wine down in that location, enjoying your brothels. One-half the boys yous've seen training volition die north of the Wall. Might be a wildling's axe that gets them. Might be sickness. Might just exist the cold. They die in pain... and they do it then plump little lords like you can enjoy their summertime afternoons in peace and comfort.
Tyrion Lannister: [to Yoren] Do you think I'1000 plump?
[Yoren smiles and looks away]
Tyrion Lannister: Listen, Benjen - may I call you Benjen?
Benjen Stark: Call me what y'all similar.
Tyrion Lannister: I'thousand not sure what I've done to offend you. I have great adoration for the Night'southward Lookout. I have great admiration for you as Beginning Ranger...
Benjen Stark: You know, my blood brother once told me that goose egg someone says before the word "but" actually counts.
Tyrion Lannister: Only... I don't believe that giants and ghouls and white walkers are lurking beyond the Wall. I believe that the simply difference between united states and the wildlings is that when that Wall went up, our ancestors happened to live on the right side of it.
Benjen Stark: You lot're right. The wildlings are no unlike from us. A niggling rougher, maybe. But they're made of meat and bone. I know how to track 'em and I know how to kill 'em. Information technology'south not the wildlings giving me sleepless nights. You lot've never been north of the Wall, so don't tell me what'southward out there.
[Benjen turns to leave]
Yoren: Y'all going below?
[Yoren and Benjen milkshake easily]
Yoren: Keep well, keep warm.
Benjen Stark: Enjoy the capital letter, brother.
Yoren: Oh, I e'er exercise.
[Benjen walks out]
Tyrion Lannister: I think he'south starting to similar me.
Eddard Stark: [gift to his girl] This is for you, love.
[Sansa unwraps doll]
Eddard Stark: The same doll-maker makes all of Princess Myrcella's toys.
[Sansa is less than thrilled]
Eddard Stark: Don't you like it?
Sansa Stark: I haven't played with dolls since I was eight.
[rises]
Sansa Stark: May I be excused?
Septa Mordane: Just you haven't eaten a thing.
Eddard Stark: It's all right. Get on.
[as Sansa goes off, muses to Septa:]
Eddard Stark: State of war was easier than daughters.
Robert Baratheon: [every bit Jaime enters the room] Surrounded by Lannisters. Everytime I shut my eyes I see their blonde hair and their smug, satisfied faces. It must wound your pride, huh? Standing out their like a glorified sentry. Jaime Lannister, son of the mighty Tywin... forced to mind the door while your king eats and drinks and shits and fucks. Then come on. We're telling war stories. Who was your starting time kill, not counting onetime men?
Jaime Lannister: 1 of the outlaws in the alliance.
Barristan Selmy: [to Jaime] I was in that location that day. Yous were just a squire, xvi years old.
Jaime Lannister: [to Selmy] You killed Simon Toyne with a counter riposte. All-time move I ever saw. A expert fighter, Toyne, but he lacked stamina.
Robert Baratheon: Your outlaw... whatever last words?
Jaime Lannister: I cut his head off, so... no.
Barristan Selmy: Hmm.
Robert Baratheon: What about Aerys Targaryen? What did the Mad King say when you stabbed him in the back? I never asked. Did he phone call you a traitor? Did he plead for a reprieve?
Jaime Lannister: He said the aforementioned thing he'd been maxim for hours... "Burn them all".
[Robert gapes at Jaime]
Jaime Lannister: If that's all, Your Grace...
[Jaime bows to Robert and Selmy, then leaves the room]
Jaime Lannister: Information technology must exist foreign for you... coming into this room. I was standing right here when it happened. He was very dauntless, your brother. Your father too. They didn't deserve to dice like that. Nobody deserves to die like that.
Eddard Stark: But yous just stood at that place and watched.
Jaime Lannister: V hundred men just stood there and watched. All the nifty knights of the Seven Kingdoms. You recall anyone said a discussion, lifted a finger? No, Lord Stark. Five hundred men and this room was silent as a crypt. Except for the screams, of course, and the mad king laughing. And later... when I watched the mad king die, I remembered him laughing as your male parent burned... it felt like justice.
Eddard Stark: Is that what y'all tell yourself at night? Y'all're a retainer of justice? That y'all were avenging my male parent when yous shoved your sword in Aerys Targaryen'south back?
Jaime Lannister: Tell me: if I'd stabbed the mad rex in the belly instead of the back, would you lot admire me more?
Eddard Stark: You served him well when serving was safe.
Yoren: Bear's balls.
Tyrion Lannister: Oh, you're joking.
Yoren: And his brains, and his guts, his lungs, and his middle, all fried in his own fatty. Well, when you lot're a hundred miles n of the Wall and you ate your last meal a week ago, you exit zip for the wolves.
Tyrion Lannister: And how practise a conduct's balls taste?
Yoren: Fleck chewy.
[Tyrion and Yoren laugh]
Yoren: What about you, my lord? What's the strangest thing you've eaten?
Tyrion Lannister: Do Dornish girls count?
[Tyrion and Yoren laugh again]
Cersei Lannister: When Aerys Targaryen sat on the Iron Throne, your father was a rebel and a traitor. Someday, you'll sit down on the throne, and the truth will exist what yous arrive.
Joffrey Baratheon: [almost Sansa] Do I have to marry her?
Cersei Lannister: Yes, she's very beautiful, and young... and if you don't similar her, you lot only demand to come across her on formal occasions, and when the time comes, to make trivial princes and princesses... and if you'd rather fuck painted whores, y'all'll fuck painted whores. And if yous'd rather lie with noble virgins, and so be information technology. You are my darling boy, and the globe will exist exactly equally you lot want it to be.
Cersei Lannister: A skilful king knows when to relieve his strength and when to destroy his enemies.
Jaime Lannister: I think we can outfox a 10 twelvemonth old.
Cersei Lannister: And my married man?
Jaime Lannister: I'll become to war with him if I accept to... they can write a ballad nigh u.s., "The War for Cersei's Cunt!"
[Cersei slaps Jaime. He chuckles, and she tries to slap him over again, merely he grabs her arm and holds her from behind, firmly merely gently]
Cersei Lannister: Let me go...
Jaime Lannister: Never.
Cersei Lannister: Let me go...
Jaime Lannister: [whispers reassuringly in Cersei's ear] The boy won't talk. And if he does, I'll kill him, Ned Stark, the king, the whole bloody lot of them until you and I are the only people left in this world.
[Cersei and Jaime quietly sink into a loving embrace]
Maester Aemon: The Starks are always right eventually; wintertime is coming. This 1 will be long and dark things will come with it... When winter does come, gods assist us all if we're not ready!
[a crow lands in the window]
Onetime Nan: Don't listen to it. Crows are all liars. I know a story nearly a crow.
Bran Stark: I hate your stories.
Old Nan: I know a story about a boy who hated stories. I could tell you about Ser Duncan The Tall, those were always your favorites.
Bran Stark: Those weren't my favorites. My favorites were the scary ones.
Former Nan: Oh my sweetness summer child, what practise you know about fearfulness? Fear is for the wintertime, when the snows fall a hundred feet deep. Fear is for the long nighttime, when the lord's day hides for years and children are built-in and alive and die, all in darkness. That is the fourth dimension for fright, my little lord, when the white walkers move through the woods. Thousands of years agone in that location came a night that lasted a generation. Kings froze to death in their castles, same as the shepherds in their huts. And women smothered their babies rather than come across them starve, and wept and felt the tears freeze on their cheeks. And then is this the sort of story yous like?
[Bran nods]
Old Nan: In that darkness, the white walkers came for the outset time. They swept through cities and kingdoms, riding their dead horses, hunting with their packs of pale spiders big as hounds...
[the door opens and Robb enters]
[Viserys rides wildly toward Daenerys, waving his sword]
Viserys Targaryen: You dare! Y'all give commands to me? To me?
[Viserys dismounts, approaches Daenerys and grabs her pharynx with his left hand]
Viserys Targaryen: You do not control the dragon. I'one thousand lord of the 7 Kingdoms. I don't take orders from savages or their sluts.
[Viserys moves his sword about Daenerys' confront]
Viserys Targaryen: Do you lot hear me?
[of a sudden Rakharo wraps his whip around Viserys' pharynx, pulling him abroad from Daenerys and dragging him on the ground]
Syrio Forel: [to Arya] All men are made of water, do you know this? If you pierce them, the water leaks out and they dice.
Benjen Stark: [to Jon] Yous're no ranger. Here, a human gets what he earns, when he earns information technology.
Arya Stark: I'thou a girl.
Syrio Forel: Boy, girl... You are a sword, that is all. That is the grip. You lot are not holding a boxing-axe. You are holding...
Arya Stark: A needle.
Robert Baratheon: Yes, its been a long time. But I still remember every face. You think your kickoff?
Barristan Selmy: Of grade, Your Grace.
Robert Baratheon: Who was it?
Barristan Selmy: A Tyroshi. Never learned the name.
Robert Baratheon: Hmm. How did you do information technology?
Barristan Selmy: Lance through the heart.
Robert Baratheon: Quick one. Lucky for you. Mine was some Tarly male child at the Battle of Summerhall. My horse took an arrow so I was on foot, slogging through the mud. He came running at me, the impaired high-born lad, thinking he could end the rebellion with a single swing of his sword. I knocked him down with the hammer. Gods, I was stiff then. Caved in his breastplate. Probably shattered every rib he had. Stood over him, hammer in the air. Right before I brought it down he shouted, "Wait! Wait".
[Robert chuckles to himself]
Robert Baratheon: They never tell you how they all shit themselves. They don't put that part in the songs. Stupid boy. Now the Tarly's bend the knee similar everyone else. He could have lingered on the edge of the battle with the smart boys, and today his wife would be making him miserable, his sons would be ingrates, and he'd be waking three times in the night to piss into a bowl.
Tyrion Lannister: Never forget what you are, the residue of world will non. Wear it similar an armor and it tin can never be used to hurt you.
Eddard Stark: Whose sword is that?
Arya Stark: [defensively] Mine.
Eddard Stark: Give it to me.
[inspects adroitness]
Eddard Stark: I know this maker's marking. This is Mikken'south work. Where did yous get this?
[no answer]
Eddard Stark: Information technology is no toy. Trivial ladies shouldn't play with swords.
Arya Stark: I'g not playing. And I don't want to exist a lady.
Eddard Stark: Come here.
[pats seat next to him]
Eddard Stark: Now, what do you want with this?
Arya Stark: Information technology's called Needle.
Eddard Stark: Oh. A blade with a name. And who were you hoping to skewer with this? Your sister? Do you lot know the first thing about sword-fighting?
Arya Stark: Stick 'em with the pointy end.
Eddard Stark: [chuckles] That's the essence of information technology.
Irri: [conversing in Dothraki] The Khaleesi wants to eat something unlike this night. Impale some rabbits.
Rakharo: There are no rabbits.
Irri: Observe some ducks. She likes ducks.
Rakharo: Have you seen any ducks, adult female? No rabbits, no ducks. Do y'all accept eyes in your head? Practice you?
Irri: Canis familiaris, and so. I have seen many dogs.
Jorah Mormont: [in English language] I don't think she wants to eat dog.
Jorah Mormont: For a man on horseback, the curved blade is a good affair, easier to handle. It's a good weapon for a Dothrakan. Merely a human being in full plate...
[in Dothraki]
Jorah Mormont: Shori tawakof,
[switching back to English]
Jorah Mormont: the arakh won't get through the steel. That's where the broadsword has the advantage. Designed for piercing plate.
Rakharo: [in Dothraki] Dothraki don't wear steel dresses.
Jorah Mormont: Armor.
Rakharo: Armor. Armor make a homo, um... vroz?
Jorah Mormont: Slow.
Rakharo: Ho-hum.
Jorah Mormont: It'due south true, but it also keeps a homo alive.
Rakharo: [switching to Dothraki] My father taught me how to fight. He taught me that speed defeats size.
Jorah Mormont: [switching languages] I've heard that your father was a famous warrior.
Rakharo: He was bloodrider to Khal Bharbo. And your father, Jorah the Andal? He was a warrior also?
Jorah Mormont: [in English] He yet is. A man of keen honour, and I betrayed him.
Petyr Baelish: The mere proffer that the queen's brother tried to kill your boy would be considered treason.
Catelyn Stark: We have proof. We take the bract.
Petyr Baelish: Which Lord Tyrion will say was stolen from him. The only homo who could say otherwise has no throat, cheers to your boy'south wolf.
Catelyn Stark: Petyr has promised to assist the states find the truth. He's like a little brother to me, Ned. He would never betray my trust.
Petyr Baelish: I'll try to keep you live, for her sake. A fool's task, absolutely, but I've never been able to turn down your married woman anything.
Catelyn Stark: I won't forget this. Yous're a true friend.
Petyr Baelish: Don't tell anyone. I have a reputation to maintain.
Daenerys Targaryen: What are you doing?
Irri: When was last time you bleed, Khaleesi? You lot change, Khaleesi.
[in Dothraki, as Daenerys touches her stomach]
Irri: It's a blessing from the Groovy Stallion.
Alliser Thorne: [Jon handily defeats his fellow recruits in training] Well, Lord Snow, it appears you're the least useless person here. Go clean yourselves up. In that location'south only then much I can stomach in a day.
Irri: The Khaleesi have baby inside her. It is truthful. She does not drain for ii moons. Her belly commencement to neat.
Rakharo: [in Dothraki] A blessing from the Great Stallion.
Irri: [in English language] She does not want to eat horse.
Jorah Mormont: I'll accept the boys butcher a goat for supper.
[Irri leaves]
Jorah Mormont: I demand to ride to Qohor.
Rakharo: Uh, nosotros ride for Vaes Dothrak.
Jorah Mormont: Don't worry. I'll catch you. The horde's like shooting fish in a barrel to detect.
Catelyn Stark: How did you know I was coming?
Lord Varys: Knowledge is my trade, my lady. Did you bring the dagger with you, by any hazard?
[noticing her glance at Rodrik]
Lord Varys: My little birds are everywhere, fifty-fifty in the North. They whisper to me the strangest stories.
[Rodrik hands the dagger over]
Lord Varys: Valyrian steel.
Catelyn Stark: Practise y'all know whose dagger this is?
Lord Varys: I must admit I do not.
Petyr Baelish: [snickering] Well, well, this is an historic day. Something you don't know that I do. There'southward only 1 dagger similar this in all of the Seven Kingdoms. It's mine.
Catelyn Stark: Yours?
Petyr Baelish: At least it was, until the tournament on Prince Joffrey'due south terminal nameday. I bet on Ser Jaime in the jousting, equally any sane man would. When the Knight of the Flowers unseated him, I lost this dagger.
Catelyn Stark: To whom?
Petyr Baelish: Tyrion Lannister. The Imp.
Catelyn Stark: You trivial worm! You have me for some dorsum-alley Sally that yous tin drag into a...
Petyr Baelish: [a prostitute appears with her john] Psst!
[ushering them abroad]
Petyr Baelish: I meant no disrespect to you of all people.
Catelyn Stark: How dare you lot bring me here! Have you lost your mind?
Petyr Baelish: No ane will come looking for you hither. Isn't that what you wanted? I'1000 truly sorry almost the locale.
Catelyn Stark: How did you know I was coming to King's Landing?
Petyr Baelish: A dear friend told me.
Lord Varys: [coming in] Lady Stark.
Catelyn Stark: Lord Varys.
Lord Varys: To meet you once again after then many years is a blessing.
Syrio Forel: You are skinny. That is good. The target is smaller. Now the grip, let me see.
[inspecting how she holds the handle]
Syrio Forel: Aye. The grip must exist delicate.
Arya Stark: What if I drop it?
Syrio Forel: The steel must be part of your arm. Can you drop part of your arm? No. Nine years Syrio Forel was first sword to the Sealord of Braavos. He knows these things.
Jon Snow: I'm lamentable to see y'all get out, Lannister.
Tyrion Lannister: Information technology'due south either me or this cold. And it doesn't appear to be going anywhere.
Jon Snow: Will you cease at Winterfell on your way south?
Tyrion Lannister: I expect I will. Gods know in that location aren't many feather beds betwixt here and King's Landing.
Jon Snow: If you see my brother Bran, tell him I miss him. Tell him I'd visit if I could.
Tyrion Lannister: Of course.
Jon Snowfall: He'll never walk again.
Tyrion Lannister: If you're going to be a cripple, it's better to be a rich cripple.
Grenn: You broke my nose, bastard!
Jon Snow: [giving him a once-over] It's an comeback.
Grenn: [his friends grab Jon, and he puts a dagger to his pharynx] If nosotros threw you over the Wall, I wonder how long it would take you to hitting.
Pypar: I wonder if they'd find you before the wolves did.
Grenn: [Tyrion enters behind them] What are you looking at, half-human being?
Tyrion Lannister: I'thou looking at you. Yeah. You've got an interesting confront. Hmm, very distinctive faces. All of you.
Rast: And what do you care about our faces?
Tyrion Lannister: It's just I call back they would look marvelous decorating spikes in King'southward Landing. Possibly I'll write my sister, the queen, almost information technology.
Grenn: [letting Jon go] We'll talk afterwards, Lord Snow.
Jon Snow: Everybody knew what this identify was and no i told me. No one but you. My male parent knew and he left me to rot at the Wall all the same.
Tyrion Lannister: Grenn's father left him, as well, outside a farmhouse when he was three. Pyp was defenseless stealing a wheel of cheese. His little sister hadn't eaten in three days. He was given a option: his right paw or the Wall. I've been request the Lord Commander virtually them. Fascinating stories.
Jon Snow: They hate me because I'k better than they are.
Tyrion Lannister: It'south a lucky affair none of them were trained by a master-at-arms similar your Ser Rodrik. I don't imagine any of them accept ever held a existent sword before they came here.
[turning to leave]
Tyrion Lannister: Oh... your brother Bran.
[handing over a parchment note]
Tyrion Lannister: He's woken up.
Benjen Stark: [at the edge of the Wall with Jon] I wanted to be here when you saw information technology for the first time. I'thou leaving this morn.
Jon Snow: You're leaving?
Benjen Stark: I'm the Offset Ranger. My job is out there.
Syrio Forel: Yous are late, male child. Tomorrow, you will be here at midday.
Arya Stark: Who are you?
Syrio Forel: Your dancing chief, Syrio Forel.
[he tosses a wooden sword to her; trying to catch it, it clatters to the ground]
Syrio Forel: Tomorrow, you volition catch information technology. At present choice it up.
[she does]
Syrio Forel: That is not the fashion, male child. This is not a greatsword that is needing two hands to swing it.
Arya Stark: [trying to hold it one-handed] Information technology'southward likewise heavy.
Syrio Forel: It is heavy as information technology needs to be to brand you strong.
[balancing his own sword on his hand]
Syrio Forel: Just so. I hand is all that is needed.
Robb Stark: Bran, I've seen you climb a m times. In the air current, in the pelting; a thousand times. You never autumn.
Bran Stark: I did, though. It's true, isn't information technology, what Primary Luwin says most my legs?
[Robb nods sadly]
Bran Stark: I'd rather be dead.
Robb Stark: Don't ever say that.
Bran Stark: I'd rather be dead.
Cersei Lannister: Do something nice for the Stark girl.
Joffrey Baratheon: I don't want to.
Cersei Lannister: No, merely you volition. The occasional kindness volition spare you all sorts of problem down the road.
Joffrey Baratheon: Nosotros let the northerners too much ability. They consider themselves our equals.
Cersei Lannister: How would you handle them?
Joffrey Baratheon: I'd double their taxes and command them to supply ten,000 men to the Royal Army.
Cersei Lannister: A Imperial Army?
Joffrey Baratheon: Why should every lord command his own men? Information technology'due south primitive, no amend than the loma tribes. We should have a... a standing army of men loyal to the crown, trained by experienced soldiers, instead of a mob of peasants who've never held pikes in their lives.
Cersei Lannister: And if the northerners rebel?
Joffrey Baratheon: I'd beat them. Seize Winterfell and install someone loyal to the realm as Warden of the North. Uncle Kevan, peradventure.
Cersei Lannister: And these 10,000 Northern troops, would they fight for y'all or their lord?
Joffrey Baratheon: For me. I'one thousand their male monarch.
Cersei Lannister: Mm-hmm. But you've just invaded their homeland, asked them to impale their brothers.
Joffrey Baratheon: I'g not asking.
Cersei Lannister: The North cannot be held, non by an outsider. It's also large and too wild. And when the winter comes, the Seven Gods together couldn't save you and your Majestic Army.
Petyr Baelish: I've hoped to encounter you for some fourth dimension, Lord Stark. No doubt Lady Catelyn has mentioned me.
Eddard Stark: She has, Lord Baelish. I sympathize you knew my brother Brandon, likewise.
Petyr Baelish: All too well. I still comport a token of his esteem from navel to collarbone.
Eddard Stark: Perhaps you chose the wrong man to duel with.
Petyr Baelish: Well, it wasn't the man that I chose, my lord. It was Catelyn Tully. A woman worth fighting for, I'm sure you'll agree.
Arya Stark: I detest them! I hate all of them. The Hound, the queen and the king, and Joffrey and Sansa.
Eddard Stark: Sansa was dragged earlier the king and queen and asked to call the prince a liar.
Arya Stark: And so was I! He *is* a liar.
Eddard Stark: Shh, darling, listen to me. Sansa volition be married to Joffrey anytime. She cannot beguile him. She must have his side even when he'southward wrong.
Arya Stark: Just how can you permit her ally someone like that?
Eddard Stark: You were born in the long summer. Yous've never known anything else. But now winter is truly coming. And in the winter, we must protect ourselves, look after one some other. Sansa is your sister.
Arya Stark: I don't detest her. Non really.
Eddard Stark: I don't want to frighten you, but I won't prevarication to you, either. Nosotros've come to a unsafe place. We cannot fight a war amid ourselves. All correct?
[giving her sword dorsum]
Eddard Stark: Go on. It'south yours.
Arya Stark: I can keep it?
Eddard Stark: Try not to stab your sister with it.
Joffrey Baratheon: [Cersei tends to his wound] It'due south ugly.
Cersei Lannister: A male monarch should accept scars. You lot fought off a direwolf. You're a warrior like your begetter.
Joffrey Baratheon: I'thousand not like him. I didn't fight off anything. It scrap me and all I did was scream. And the two Stark girls saw information technology, both of them.
Cersei Lannister: That's not true. Y'all killed the beast. You only spared the girl because of the beloved your father bears her male parent.
Lord Varys: I was grievously sorry to hear of your troubles on the Kingsroad. We are all praying for Prince Joffrey'due south full recovery.
Eddard Stark: A shame yous didn't say a prayer for the butcher'due south son.
Renly Baratheon: My blood brother instructs us to stage a tournament in honor of Lord Stark'southward appointment every bit Hand of the King.
Petyr Baelish: Mm, how much?
Eddard Stark: 40,000 Golden Dragons to the champion, 20,000 to the runner-up, twenty,000 to the winning archer.
One thousand Maester Pycelle: Can the treasury deport such expense?
Petyr Baelish: I'll have to infringe it. The Lannisters volition accommodate, I wait. We already owe Lord Tywin iii million gold. What'due south some other eighty,000?
Eddard Stark: Are you telling me the crown is three 1000000 in debt?
Petyr Baelish: I'm telling you the crown is six million in debt.
Eddard Stark: How could y'all let this happen?
Petyr Baelish: The Master of Coin finds the money. The king and the Manus spend information technology.
Eddard Stark: I will not believe Jon Arryn allowed Robert to bankrupt the realm.
Grand Maester Pycelle: Lord Arryn gave wise and prudent communication, but I fear His Grace doesn't e'er heed.
Renly Baratheon: "Counting coppers," he calls it.
Eddard Stark: I'll speak to him tomorrow. This tournament is an extravagance we cannot afford.
Petyr Baelish: As you will. But still, nosotros'd all-time make our plans.
Eddard Stark: [more aggressively than intended] There volition exist no plans until I speak to Robert.
[calming down]
Eddard Stark: Forgive me, my lords. I'm... I had a long ride.
Lord Varys: You are the Rex's Hand, Lord Stark. We serve at your pleasance.
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