🛑 NOT A STANDALONE 🛑
This is the THIRD book in the trilogy. Read MIA REGINA and MIO RE first.

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Who's excited to go on this journey? This is going to be the last book on Leo and Arie. Everything is gonna come to a close now. It's gonna be so bittersweet writing this and I'm getting a little sad already.

I'm so excited to share the final phase of Leo and Arie's dynamic. And I'm so glad to have you all on this journey with me. Strap on cuz the roller coaster ain't over yet.

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WARNING: Possible triggering content.

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(Leo's POV)

Hate and anger surged through me at my current situation. Three cemented walls held me captive behind bars that had been my home for the past two weeks ever since Orel ambushed me. After the two bullets to my thighs, the Russian bastard shot an inch from my head but beat me to a pulp until I lost consciousness. I woke up in this dump. My guess was Germany because the guards spoke the language and wore their police uniform. I truly didn't understand why he left me alive and threw me here. He had the perfect opportunity to kill me and let my empire go up in flames. After all, our families were sworn enemies, but he didn't risk it. Why?

          When I had woken up here, my wounds were tended and stitched up, but I was wearing the same clothes. I worked out in the cell, trying to build up my strength and get my legs used to walking and running. They hurt a little, but it was nothing compared to the worst I'd had. I couldn't wait around for the idiots to come get me. I was on my own and today was the day I was getting out no matter what.

          The four guards that I saw patrolling the empty halls didn't dare enter my cell ever since I got here. They even slid the plate of food under the metal door and never spoke a word to me. Fear could evidently be seen in their eyes. They knew who I was yet they risked keeping me alive. Now, that would cost them their lives.

          I walked over to the sturdy bars and looked to either side of the hall. One guard sauntered down nonchalantly. For the first time in this prison, I called out for him. "Oi, come here," I spoke in German. The lean asshole suddenly tensed and became reluctant but slowly crept my way.

          "What do you want?" He tried holding the authority in his voice, but it was crumbling rapidly underneath my gaze. Grabbing him by his collar through the metals rods, I jerked him close and held a makeshift knife to his throat. I had been carving the back end of a spoon ever since the first day to make it sharp and weaponized. It was tiresome to grate it against the sink in the cell when the guards weren't in sight, but it came out well enough to do the job. These idiots had no cameras installed and I made sure of it the moment I opened my eyes.

"Don't alert the others and unlock the door or else I will stab this right into your brain. Your choice."

He watched me with bated breath for a few seconds before he reached into his pocket and pulled out the key to unlock the door. Once he did what I asked, I plunged the pointed end of the spoon up his throat and saw it enter through his opened mouth. His gurgles spewed out blood as I released him and swung the door open. I grabbed the gun from the dead man's holster and made my way down the hall. The other jail cells were empty as expected. I entered an office where the three remaining men were lounging. Once their attention landed on me, their eyes widened with surprise, but I didn't give them time to act and shot two dead, then aimed at the last one who was holding onto Arie's locket.

"Drop it and step away from the table if you want me to show you any mercy," I threatened and he followed the orders at once by setting the locket onto the table and walking around it, his legs shaking as he did so. "How long did Pavlov order you to keep me here?"

"A month." His voice shook with trepidation as he dropped to his knees. "We were going to release you then. He told me to give you this." He pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to me.

"Anything else?" I quickly glanced over the words that were written in Russian and slid the paper into the pocket of my pants.

"No, sir."

"Your job is done then."

A bullet between his eyes ended his pathetic existence and allowed me to reach for the locket on the table. Without it being wrapped around Arie's neck, its beauty was dull, but the promise and memories it held were far greater. I couldn't help but kiss the ornament and hold it tightly in my palm. I yanked my suit jacket off a chair and nabbed a phone off a dead body and called Vince on the only number he never changed for a situation like this.

          "Boss man!" Vince sighed in relief when his voice was suddenly muffled and replaced by another.

          "Leo?" Mike's voice was mixed with the loud yelling of orders in the background and slamming of car doors.

          "All of you are fucking useless," I spat whilst storming out of the station that was only made to keep me in the middle of nowhere. Tall trees stood proud on great mountains that surrounded me. I didn't even know where to begin my search of the road in this warm afternoon.

          "We're tracing the number. We'll be with you in no time."

          I hung up and let the idiots track the phone as I walked for what seemed like half an hour until I found a vacant, narrow roadway. My injured thighs had started to strain under the tinge of pain due to the exertion, but I couldn't stop. The asphalt was a bit rocky as I sauntered over it and stood in the way of the black cars rushing toward me. They all came to a screeching halt. Doors opened at once, spilling out suited men that worked for me.

"Boss man!" Vince grinned like a shark behind Mike whose green eyes almost flashed with trepidation. He knew I was going to chew him alive for this slip-up and taking two fucking weeks to finally come to me. If I hadn't called, who knew how long it would've taken these imbeciles to trace me.

Gus stepped out of one of the cars. Everyone trailed behind him as if he called the shots. Well, he was always meant to take the throne after me before Lucian came along, but the boy was too young for this.

I hadn't realized how much the heat and the ache in my thighs were draining me when my stance slightly faltered. Gus caught me and steadied my posture. "I've got you, brother." There was relief in his hazel eyes before he hugged me, giving our men a blatant show of affection which wasn't common in our world, even less between us. However, I understood where it was coming from. After Wren, we only had each other as brothers now.

"Okay." I patted his back, indicating him to pull away. "Get me home."

"Man, I'd hug you too right now, but you reek," Mike decided to pitch in his thoughts which only riled me even more.

"I haven't showered in two bloody weeks. What do you expect?"

Gus stopped me from punching Mike and nudged me aside until I was out of arm's reach from the man. "Mike isn't wrong. We need to get you cleaned up and then we'll discuss the situation."

"Growing up, are we?" After college, he came to a few meetings with me and handled some on his own, but he never gained that sense of responsibility because I still did all the heavy lifting. When Wren passed away, Gus involved himself even more in the business, taking over everything Wren was handling and now to see him lead aged him years in my eyes.

"Got to. Can't afford to lose another brother especially when everything will fall on me, and I'm not ready for all that you do." Gus pursed his lips into a smile then formed it into a victorious smirk, returning back to his playful nature. "Alright! Let's get going. I'm gonna take the backseat now."

Gus helped me limp toward the car and ushered me in. The chilly breeze of the air conditioning felt cool on my sweaty skin and allowed me to finally relax. Mike handed me a bottle of water from the passenger's seat that I gulped down in one go. Vince started to drive once Gus settled beside me.

"You were in an untraceable remote area without anything digital which is why we were unable to trace you, but we tracked you down near Erfurt so it didn't take us long to get to you here. We were already closing in," Mike informed, looking back at me over his seat. "Your phone and other belongings were found in the warehouse with other dead bodies."

"You could've traced Arie's locket," I snapped.

"I wasn't aware that you were carrying it on you again."

"I'm really close to shooting all of you dead." I ended the conversation with that and palmed the locket through my pants. I couldn't wait to get back to Arie. To embrace her and never let go. I yearned to be close to her once again. These last two weeks in my isolated prison, the thought of her kept me going. She was my prize at the finishing line. She and my son.

"Father will be glad to see you return," Gus said calmly.

"Is that so?" I couldn't help the bitterness in me from rising due to the sheer annoyance with the time I lost. Every moment in our world counted preciously, and even missing a day could result in major loss.

"Yes. He's been handling the empire with me in your absence. He'll be beyond relieved to have you take over again. For the first time, he preferred Mike by his side. I'm too much of an immature ragazzino (little boy) according to him." Gus snorted, throwing a scowl in Mike's direction who snarled back then looked at me. "We decided not to tell Mother anything regarding your disappearance. We know how she was after Wren's death and to know that you were nowhere to be found, it'd drive her crazy, so we told her you were busy. Belle and Lina knew and they didn't make the search any easier for us."

In all the information, only one person was missing and no one cared to bring her up.

"And what did you tell Arie?"

"Sirena is..." Gus trailed off and looked at Mike for assistance who shared the same look of uncertainty as my brother. They were good at masking emotions, but I had been trained to read people and these idiots knew it.

"You need to recharge and then we will discuss the matter," Mike shot out the words quickly and then changed the subject. "Orel is back in Russia from what I know and Cornelia is with him. Remember Orel's sister—what's her fucking name?"

          "Misha," Vince smirked to himself.

          "Yeah, her. She believes her brother has a daughter when it's a son named Mikhail. He doesn't even trust his sister not to harm the heir of the Russian mafia."

"I don't give a fuck about their family drama. What did you tell Arie?"

"Well," they drawled out in unison. Even Vince was pushing the subject away when he always came to me with the truth.

"Someone better tell me before I lose the last ounce of patience I still have."

"It happened the same day you were taken down." Mike exchanged a glance with Gus then continued. "From what the Passero sisters told me, they were ambushed on the road and a few men took Arie from the crowd."

My fists clenched at once, my heart thundering with anger and fear. "Tell me you rescued her."

"Zee had informed tigress first who was already in Cali and she went after Arie immediately," Vince chimed in.

"Athena?" I was a little relieved. If Athena had set her mind on something, she never rested after having required it. Rescuing Arie would've been like a mission for her, and she wasn't one to have failed missions. She was one of my fiercest assassins once. "What was she doing in California?"

"Apparently, she and Eros were having a baby. There was a complication with the pregnancy which is why they had to shift their surrogate from Manhattan to Cali under a different doctor who had dealt with similar problems, I believe. The surrogate was in labor when Athena got the call."

Mike's eyes held regret that made him pause for a second. Though it had been Athena's decision to walk away from the family, Mike and I didn't stop her. Instead, we encouraged her. We were angry about her keeping the existence of Alon, Mariana, and Wendy a secret. She even knew about Lucian, but never said a word. We were too proud to reconcile with her, but I didn't realize that the break would stretch into eleven months. She was family at the end of the day. She was my sister no different than Belle. When something befell the family, she came to give a hand no matter what and the situation with Arie was no different for her. She knew how much Arie meant to me and she went to her rescue without a second thought despite our differences.

"We got the footage from a traffic cam that I assume Athena watched and tracked the kidnappers down to a warehouse quickly."

"Just tell me that they got back."

"That's the problem." Mike gulped, lowering his distressed gaze for a second. "Neither came back. The trail goes completely cold at the warehouse. There's no trace of them after that at all."

I leaned forward in disbelief and gawked between the three incompetent bastards. "Tell me this is a joke. Athena is too smart to get caught or go missing. And Arie..." My nails drew blood from my clenched fists and made me see red at the thought of Arie lying somewhere in a ditch or worse. They were the strongest women I knew. "It's impossible."

"Unless they're dead," Gus spoke warily, scooting further away from me and wishing he had taken another car. "Brother, we know Athena always returns victorious from a fight, but I'm afraid she lost this one. It's been two weeks. Athena would've sent a message or something else by now to tell us she was alive and handling shit if that were the case, but it's not. She would've at least informed Eros, but he's like a headless chicken right now. A very furious one, might I add. We have no reason to believe either of them is alive because..."

Gus trailed off and bit his tongue, giving Vince the opportunity to hop in. "She didn't wait for backup and went in alone. We got to the location only minutes later, but everything had been wiped away. We only found dead bodies, Athena's phone, and other pieces of jewelry she had been wearing." A hint of anger sounded in Vince's voice as he harshly turned onto a different road. "Fucking bitch thought she was invincible and now look what happened. She's dead."

Before I could break Vince's jaw for his crude words, Mike did the honors and rammed his fist right into the man's stomach, knocking the air out of his lungs and almost making him lose control of the vehicle.

"Both of you need to shut the fuck up," Mike barked at Vince and Gus then looked at me warily. "We have no bodies yet."

"And you incompetent fucks got nothing in two weeks?" I glared at the three, barely holding myself back from giving their pathetic faces a blue and black makeover with my fists. "I need them alive, you hear me? If either of their bodies surfaces, lifeless, I'm going to feed you all to the tigers. I swear on it."

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(Arie's POV)

I threw up once again in the toilet of the small cell I was assigned. I felt sick; physically, emotionally, and mentally. The entire situation made my skin crawl. No clothes covered my naked body. Everything was on display for the guards here. I couldn't believe that even some women took part in this measure of savagery. I had tried to fight the thought ever since I had woken up in a shipping container two weeks ago with many other girls caught up in the same situation as me. We were all scared and came from all different countries and walks of life to be shoved down this horrid path. Sex trafficking. I was going to become a sex slave and there was no way around it. I didn't know this would be my worst nightmare until now.

          The first week in the shipping container was painful. I could tell we were on a ship with the way it moved and the sounds of waves crashing against the vessel. It was confirmed when the container opened once a day by armed guards and I saw the vast ocean beyond them. The doors were only opened to give us bread and water and to let us use the bathroom one by one. There was no privacy there. They held a gun to our heads as we peed. Taking a shit was even worse. It'd crawl back up in fear.

          The rest of the time we spent in the container in complete darkness. I couldn't even see the girls around me, but I had counted us all to be ten when the doors did open. They were all young. Too fucking young for this shit. Some looked to be in their twenties like me and some were even teens. They all cried to themselves and barely talked to anyone, too occupied with their own tragedies. I couldn't allow tears to take over me. All I knew was that I had to escape, but every man on the ship was armed.

          Sulking would only weaken me which I couldn't do in this situation when I had no one to seek help from. Even Athena was killed right before my eyes and there was nothing I could do. The guards usually reminded us that no girl had ever escaped this, but I was determined to prove them wrong. I just couldn't let this happen. I had to get out and seek revenge for Athena who lost her life because of me and shut this entire business down. I had to get back to my kids, my family, and to the love of my life, Leo.

          Only a fifteen-year-old British girl ever spoke to me when she saw I was the only one who hadn't shed a single tear after stepping onto this hellhole. Robyn was her name. I saw her when the shipping container opened for our daily break. She had fair skin with brown eyes that matched her shoulder-length hair. On a vacation to Thailand with her parents ended horribly when her parents' throats were slit right before her eyes, whereas she was spared to be put on this ship to become a sex slave.

          I had to do something. I couldn't let any of them fall victim to brutal men and be sold like objects, but what the fuck could I do? Every time I talked back to the guards, they slapped me and held guns to my head. I didn't even know if they spoke English because they never talked to us, but I couldn't risk getting killed right now. However, they never tried to physically hurt me or the other girls in the container any further. We were to be sold after all. Fuck!

          A week on the ship came to an end when they released a gas inside our container that left us all unconscious. When I woke up, I found myself alone in this current cell without any of my clothes. It was very small, barely the size of a full bathroom. No windows with rocky walls sure gave it the look of a dungeon. There was only a toilet bowl in one corner beside a sink and an uncomfortable cot for me to sleep on. Nothing but a measly toilet paper roll was provided. Oh, how I would kill for a blanket right now.

          It was an upgrade from the shipping container in a way, but it was worse in all the others. Like an animal behind a cage, the men who guarded the hall watched me every time they walked past from the other side of the bars. The freedom side. Lust filled their eyes but they controlled themselves. There were other girls in the many cells beside mine. How many? I wasn't sure. I could hear some crying from way down the hall and some sobbing in the cells next to mine.

          They fed us properly here, but I couldn't believe how they expected us to have an appetite in this situation. The food they slid under the bars three times a day could be mistaken for human feces by the looks of it sometimes. It was pathetic, but I had to force myself to eat in order to gain the energy to fight when the time was right.

I knew I wasn't just another girl who happened to be kidnapped for sex trafficking. I was personally targeted on the road. The car ramming into mine was all planned too brilliantly and then to swoop me up from the crowd like that was done with clear intentions and on orders. I remembered the familiar voice I heard before I passed out in the warehouse where they killed Athena. It was someone I knew, but I still couldn't quite place the voice.

The only thing I didn't understand was why would they let me live and send me off to be sold like this? Did they not fear my escape? I also couldn't help but wonder if it had anything to do with the address Verona left for me. I found it a bit too coincidental how I was taken just hours after I came across Verona's hidden message. The only person I remember telling about it was Zee. Could she be the... No! I trusted her as much as I trusted her sister, Zaya. They were my personal guards and protected me in all ways. They were my friends. Zee wouldn't do that to me. But I also couldn't be too naïve to trust just anyone. One could never really be sure of the snake they bred in their house and trust it not to bite them someday.

The sudden sound of a gunshot broke me from one of my many mindless trances and forced me to clutch my legs closer to my naked chest. It was the second one I heard this week since I got here. I watched the narrow hall past the rusty prison bars and braced myself as footsteps got louder.

          "This is going to be your fate if you whores try anything reckless," a British man shouted loud for everyone to hear as his voice grew more shrilling the closer he came across my cell. His biceps flexed with severe exertion, his dark brown hair a sweaty mess over his face and his blue eyes wild with anger. He wasn't old nor was he young. Maybe late thirties or early forties. Hair on the top of his head was dark, but the color was a bit faded by gray on the sides. His gaze momentarily flashed across me, but he kept moving forward with the naked dead body of a girl whom I recognized to be from the shipping container I was in. She looked to be the same age as Robyn. A fucking child. He dragged her by her hair while blood pooled down her lifeless face due to the bullet that was lodged right between her eyes. I had to force down bile once again, but I couldn't stop the disgust from appearing on my face.

          "You belong to us now. The more you act out, the harder it'll be on you."

          His voice trailed off as he went down the hall, yelling life lessons for the girls to hear. He didn't seem like the one to take shit from anyone and I was prone to use my smart mouth no matter what. It was a trait both Ashton and I shared. Even Ana had it, so I knew I was beyond fucked in this situation. I only had to keep my mouth shut and silently plan to get out of this place. We were on land now. All I had to do was run as far as I could and call Leo. I couldn't imagine what he must be going through right now.

          A couple of hours passed and I was still glued to the cot in the corner, keeping my eyes forward toward the hall when multiple footsteps sounded along with muffled voices. The hold around my legs tightened when I heard them getting closer to my cell.

          The man from earlier stood on the opposite side of the bars. He had changed into a suit and was accompanied by another suited man who meant strictly business. That business being buying and selling girls for pleasure. Two other regularly dressed men stood behind them with assault rifles that all the other guards carried.

          "She's a quiet one," the British man said in regards to me, acting as if he hadn't killed an innocent girl just hours ago. "I heard she talked back on her ride here, but has been surprisingly quiet since her arrival here. She's probably still in shock. Poor girl."

          The three other men beside him raked their lewd eyes over me, almost making me claw at my own skin instead of their eyes. I had to stay calm. The chubby one in the middle watched me for another heartbeat then spoke, "Is that a scar I see on her arm?" The man frowned then spared the killer a quick glance. "How do you suppose you're going to sell a scarred girl like her, Mr. Kane?"

Kane almost laughed and shook his head as he pulled a cigarette from his breast pocket and trapped it between his lips. He took his time lighting it up and blowing out the toxic smoke.

(Lawrence Kane)

"Mr. Slott, you do realize I've been in this business for almost two decades now. Lawrence Kane hasn't built a reputation on trading junk. I have an impeccable record with selling the whores and you know it." Lawrence drew another long one from his cigarette and admired my scars before I tried hiding them with my hands. "They're not only any scars, they're bullet wounds that grazed her arms. She has a knife wound right below her tit too. What does that tell you about her?" His eyes peered into mine and almost sent a deadly shiver up my spine. "We didn't get her ourselves. She was given to us without any context, but one can wonder where she came from. Her silence to all this says a lot. She hasn't even cried like the other girls."

"Perhaps she was an abusive man's whore," Slott said, tilting his head a little a take a look at my privates, but I made sure my legs and arms did a good job hiding them.

"Sometimes I wonder how you've survived in this world with that dull-witted brain of yours," Lawrence scoffed then spared Slott a fake smile. "It's a joke. I just have a feeling this girl will be my golden hen; my most prized possession. Why don't you give Mr. Slott a twirl of your lovely body, kitten? C'mon. Stand up."

I remained still, staring at Lawrence and the chubby Mr. Slott in pure hatred. I knew I had to try not to get killed here, but giving them a show would call for weakness on my part. I had to make them believe I was nothing interesting so I could attack when they least expected it. Their roaming eyes felt like knives on my skin.

          "Boys," Lawrence said with a huff of his cigarette.

          The two guards behind him set their guns aside and whipped out batons that were attached to their utility belts. One of them creaked the rusty door open, forcing me to suddenly jump up from the cot defensively.

          "Don't hurt me. I'll do as you say."

          I gave the bulky guards my puppy eyes and tears, hoping they wouldn't beat me. I wasn't sure if they'd do that and risk further damaging their merchandise which I unfortunately was. I had to play my cards right, but the sexual filth their gazes held almost made me lunge at them as they raked it all over my naked body.

          The men looked back at Lawrence who gave them a casual nod. For a second I thought they'd back out of my little cell, but instead, they raised their batons. My instincts fired up and compelled my hand to reach out to grab the one baton that came for me and stop it from meeting my body in a violent blow. Suddenly, the man clicked a button on the end of the thick stick and lit it up with electricity that shocked my hand, but the painful vibrations traveled all throughout my body. I scurried back with a yelp before the other man electrified his baton and zapped my neck until my knees buckled with pain, my muscles falling weak. Tears stung in my eyes and streamed down the side of my face helplessly as I lay motionless on the dirty floor.

          Through my blurry vision, I watched the guards move out and Lawrence step in. He dropped his cigarette right before my face and crushed it under his polished dress shoe. He then grabbed my hair, almost ripping the strands from the root with the painful grip as he ruthlessly yanked me up to my feet. His one hand wrapped below my breasts to hold me up while the other had my jaw in a firm grasp as I squirmed. The electrifying batons seemed to have drained all my energy, leaving me vulnerable and fragile in his arms. I hated the feeling with my entire existence. My body failed me and that fact was breaking me up inside.

          "You see the slice of a knife right here, Slott?" His hand traced the scar under my left breast. "She's got a fight in her. She has survived all this." He let his revolting fingers touch every scar on me including the ones on my forehead before he slipped his hand between my legs and pushed his fingers inside me. I gasped in horror at the intrusion, but I had been rendered utterly weak by the shocks. I could do nothing more than dig my nails in his thighs behind me and writhe in repulsion under his touch. "The buyers love submissive whores, but a feisty one like you will bring the highest bidders to the table." He inhaled my scent sharply then bit my earlobe. "They will enjoy fucking you bloody. This cunt..." His fingers curled inside me, making me grimace with disgust, but I didn't let a sound describe how much this tortured me. "And your tight asshole will be fucked and ripped. I'm tempted to keep you for myself."

          "Fuck you," I spat through my teeth.

          Removing his hand from my pussy, he used it to turn my head to the side and force my eyes to his. "Oh, the anger in your eyes is exciting."

          "When I escape, and mind you, I will escape, you'll be looking into these same eyes while I rip your heart out with my bare hands and watch the life drain from your face. I happen to know two beautiful savages who would love to munch on the dirty hands you dared to touch me with. I will destroy you. You have my word."

          Lawrence couldn't help but laugh at my words. "Oh, darling." He smashed his mouth against mine, making me taste the traces of the revolting cigarette on his lips. "No one has ever escaped this before. Either we kill them or they kill themselves. Those who accept their fate are better off. It won't be as painful then. I suggest you do that because you will never flee your destiny, my precious little kitten."

          He flung me against the wall over my cot like a dirty rag and sauntered away leisurely. I winced at the pain that shot through my body and braced myself to stop a cry from leaving my mouth. Now I was more than determined to break free from this prison I was held captive in. Lawrence-fucking-Kane was at the top of my hit-list and I knew I was going to enjoy carving him up when the time came. He and his entire dirty business were going to crumble beneath my feet very soon no matter what.

          "Let's look at the other girls, shall we?"

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Yay or nay?

So that was the first chapter! What did you guys think?

What was written in the note Orel asked the guard to give Leo?

Why did Orel leave Leo alive and in a jail cell instead of killing him?

What do you guys think about Lawrence?

Why was Arie left alive and given up to become a sex slave?

Will Arie escape the sex trafficking ring?

Do you think the kidnapping happening only hours after Arie finding Verona's secret message is a coincidence? If not, who could've planned it?

What will happen next with the leads?

I intended to ask this in the endnote of Mio Re but I forgot. What unanswered questions you guys have regarding the story? Like who the other person is that died with Leona that we still don't know about. Ask all those questions here. I'm not gonna answer them if I'm going to reveal them later on in the story. I just want to make sure I hit all the point and leave no loose ends by the end of this book although I think I have it all. You never know I may miss something.

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