Below we present the complete text of ‘More Missing Kids’; episode 1 of The Island of Never
THE ISLAND OF NEVER
EPISODE #1 – MORE MISSING KIDS
by Philip Craig Robotham
Cover Illustration by Miyukiko
Edited by Margaret Wilkins
Copyright 2013 Philip Craig Robotham
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Serial #2: The Island of Never
Tony Wells’ life is changed forever when his vindictive Lieutenant assigns him a particularly difficult case. A mysterious series of kidnappings leads Tony and tenacious reporter Claire Templeton from the streets of Star City through a magical portal and into a pocket universe where they must defeat an evil fae noble or face being trapped forever. With the assistance of the exotic Threx they make their way into the heart of the kidnapper’s place of power for a final confrontation. Can they defeat him and retrieve the children… and if so, at what cost? Tune in to “The Island of Never” and experience the wonder and terror for yourself.
Episodes in the Host Your Own “Old Time Radio Drama” series are designed to provide a fun dinner party experience for 6–8 participants. Read along, taking on the role of one or more of the characters in the story, and listen as the exciting drama unfolds. This is the theater of the mind, where the special effects are only limited by your imagination, and your participation will build a memory that you’ll treasure for years to come.
THE ISLAND OF NEVER
TONY WELLS: Police Detective
MAGIC SWORD (FRED): Snarky magic Sword
OGRE: Short-lived Ogre
HARRY JONES: Street Kid
LIEUTENANT OWENS: Police Lieutenant
BILL CASEY: Police Constable and stooge
CLAIRE TEMPLETON: Crime Reporter for the Tribune
JAFFE: Butler to the Myraveil family
MRS MYRAVEIL: Matriarch of the Myraveil family
SFX: SFX operator (1 required)
1. MUSIC:  OPENING THEME — LET IT FINISH.
2. TONY WELLS: It had been a strange day. Just that morning I’d been sent to escort some friends of mine to the city lockup to interview some crazy gypsy lady about “the doom of the city.” It seems like the Commissioner and Lieutenant are finding stranger and stranger things to waste my time with. But that don’t even come close to some of the stuff I’ve been running into on my own.
Normally I don’t patrol dark alleys at night, but rumor of a giant that was attacking hobos and other homeless people had somehow caught the attention of my magic sword.
Yeah, you heard me right. Magic Sword.
I’d accidentally picked it up on a recent outing and it seemed intent on ruining my life.
For a month since returning from the Realm of the Dark Fae, the sword had been trying to train me in the duties of a Protector of the Covenant. Apparently humanity and the realms of Faery had signed an accord several thousand years ago that brought an end to some particularly destructive wars between the realms of the Fae.
Humanity is now represented in this accord by providing a kind of “sheriff” whose job it is to help enforce the stipulations of the covenant. These duties (which are conferred by being dumb enough to pick up a magic sword that happens to be lying in your path) include defending humanity from supernatural threats and investigating breaches of the terms of the covenant. Not something I really thought of as part of my job description when I joined the Star City Police Department and worked my way up to detective. Even less so now that I am fighting for my life in a dark alley with an ogre.
3. SOUND:  (WALLA) CLASHING SWORDS, GRUNTS, AND GROWLS ETC. — CONTINUE UNTIL 14.
4. MAGIC SWORD: You’re kidding me? What is it with you twentieth-century types? None of you can hold a sword!
5. TONY: This isn’t as easy as it looks, you know. (GRUNTS)
6. SWORD: Yeah, yeah. But you’ve genuinely got no idea. I mean, seriously, a century or two ago and the merest child would have been able to best you.
7. TONY: (PUFFING) Do you have to keep up the running commentary?
8. SWORD: Look, stop trying to hack with me. I know it feels awkward but swords are most effective when stabbing something vital. Hack off an ogre’s arm and it’ll finish you off with the other one, but a well-placed stab has a good chance of dropping the creature in its tracks.
9. TONY: And why is it that I can’t just pull a gun on it again?
10. SWORD: Because you’re a duly appointed and sworn Protector of the Covenant and I’m your badge of warrant.
11. TONY: Badge of what now?
12. SWORD: Yeah. You know? The symbol of your authority to intervene in human and fae affairs.
13. TONY: Well, in my world, we show people our badges and use guns to deal with hostile intent.
14. SWORD: Oh alright then, but I’m telling you it’s not going to work.
15. SOUND:  GUNSHOT FOLLOWED BY TWO MORE. ONCE OVER RENEW SWORD FIGHT SOUNDS UNTIL 19 — LET IT FINISH.
16. OGRE: (ROARS)
17. SWORD: See. I told you so.
18. TONY: Alright. Alright. What if I do this…? (GRUNTS)
19. SOUND:  WHOOSH THUNK OF SWORD FLYING THROUGH THE AIR AND STRIKING THE OGRE IN THE CHEST — LET IT FINISH.
20. OGRE: (GURGLING) Aaaagh!
21. SOUND:  HEAVY THUD OF BODY FALLING — LET IT FINISH.
22. SWORD: (INCENSED) You threw me!
23. TONY: Uh-huh!
24. TONY: I’m good at throwing things.
25. SWORD: But what if it’d parried the blade?
26. TONY: But it didn’t.
27. SWORD: (INCREDULOUS) But what if it did?
28. TONY: But it didn’t.
29. SWORD: (EXASPERATED) R.I.P. Tony Wells. You’re gonna be the shortest-lived Protector of the Covenant ever!
30. TONY: (WRYLY) Thanks for the vote of confidence. (BEAT) Do they always start smoking like that once they’re dead?
31. SOUND:  WHOOMPH OF OGRE EXPLODING INTO A CLOUD OF ASHES — LET IT FINISH.
32. SWORD: Pretty much. You haven’t actually killed it — merely sent it back to its own realm. Immortal, remember?
33. TONY: But doesn’t that mean it can come back?
34. SWORD: Not usually. Ogres are fairly dumb beasts. They only find their way into the mortal realm by accident. It’s incursions by higher fae — the nobility if you like — that are more problematic. If you come across one of those you’ll need to call in the other covenant protectors.
35. TONY: No thank you! Dealing with those guys was like wrestling in a pit full of snakes.
36. SOUND:  BOY’S RUNNING FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING — FADE IN.
37. SWORD: Someone’s coming, boss.
38. TONY: (NARRATING) The sword clammed up whenever anyone else was around and somehow it was never noticed by anyone when it was slung over my back… or at least by anyone except for Claire Templeton the reporter who was with me when I got the sword in the first place… and except for her improbable boyfriend, Tully Bing.
39. HARRY JONES:(CALLING OUT) Detective Wells! Detective Wells? Are you down here?
40. TONY: Harry Jones? Is that you?
41. HARRY: Detective Wells? Yeah, it’s me. Gosh, I’m glad I found you.
42. TONY: Harry, isn’t it a little late — not to mention dangerous — for a kid like you to be following people down dark alleys?
43. HARRY: But Detective…
44. TONY: What would your mother say?
45. HARRY: “Pass me another bottle,” probably…
46. TONY: (WARNINGLY) Harry…?
47. HARRY: Well, she would… but I’ve got to talk to you, Detective. Something terrible is going on.
48. TONY: Like that time you uncovered a plot by aliens to take over all of the city’s Malt Shops?
49. HARRY: Well no, but…
50. TONY: Or that time you thought you saw Al Capone and his gang moving into your neighborhood in order to set up a protection racket?
51. HARRY: No, but…
52. TONY: Or most recently, when you thought ghosts had possessed the city’s postmen in order to steal the contents of US mail?
53. HARRY: I know. I know. I was wrong about those things… but you’ve gotta believe me. This time it’s for real. Kids all over my neighborhood are going missing. Something terrible is happening.
54. TONY: I don’t have any time for more of your tall tales, Harry. I’m taking you home to your mother and seeing you get safely indoors… and don’t come bothering me with these stories any more.
55. HARRY: But…
56. TONY: No, Harry. It was kind of funny at first. But if you go wasting police time with these stupid tales of yours, you’re gonna get in big trouble. Understand me, son?
57. HARRY: (DEJECTED) Yes sir.
58. TONY: Okay then.
59. MUSIC:  (BRIDGE) TIME PASSING SCENE ENDER — LET IT FINISH.
60. SOUND:  (WALLA) SOUND OF TYPING AND MURMURING VOICES — ESTABLISH AND UNDER.
61. LIEUTENANT OWENS: (SHOUTING) Wells! Wells! Is Wells out there?
62. BILL CASEY:Yeah, he’s here, Lieutenant. I’ll get ’im?
63. TONY: Thanks, Casey. That’s all I need.
64. CASEY: Best to just get it over with, don’t you think?
65. TONY: Frankly, if I’m going to be forced to endure a scolding night after night, I needn’t make it easy for them.
66. CASEY: By “them” you mean?
67. TONY: The Lieutenant and by proxy the Commissioner, that’s right. Am I talking too quickly for you?
68. CASEY: What do you mean?
69. TONY: I mean, Casey, that somehow every time I mention my frustration at being stuck at a desk doing the graveyard shift instead of working homicide where I belong, it somehow reaches the ears of the Police Commissioner, and I get hauled in for another chewing out.
70. CASEY: (OUTRAGED) You don’t think that has anything to do with me?
71. TONY: Actually, I think it has everything to do with you (BEAT) and with those Friday lunches you’ve been having with the Lieutenant where you report on my activities.
72. CASEY: (SPLUTTERING) Now wait just a minute…
73. LIEUTENANT:(SHOUTING) Wells! Where in Sam Hill are you?
74. TONY: Looks like they’re playing my song. You’ll have to protest your innocence some more later.
75. TONY: (NARRATING) I walked into the Lieutenant’s office feeling far more bad-tempered than usual and braced myself for the tirade. He was already looking red in the face from yelling my name.
(WITH A SMIRK) What’s the rumpus, boss?
76. LIEUTENANT: I’m getting pretty tired of your attitude, Wells.
77. TONY: That makes two of us. What are you doing hauling me in here every night for another yelling match? Don’t you and the Commissioner have anything better to do than make me your whipping boy?
78. LIEUTENANT: Don’t you take that tone with me. You know exactly why you’re being hauled in here.
79. TONY: It was months ago! So, I went behind the Commissioner’s back and brought in those League of Adventure Seekers yo-yos on that alligator case. They got the job done (BEAT) and they’ve helped save the city twice since then. You even had me escort them to the prison this morning to consult some gypsy whack-job on some regular police business. When does this punishment stop?
80. LIEUTENANT: You know as well as I do that the business this morning was just the Commissioner’s way of wasting everybody’s time… and as for the League? The Commissioner is never going to endorse vigilantes, so you can drop the indignation right now. Martin Rodriguez died as a direct result of those vigilantes’ participation in the alligator case. And, as if you didn’t know, he was the richest man in Star City. Everyone from his widow to the mayor has been baying for blood… and since those vigilantes themselves are proving too popular to touch, the role of sacrificial lamb has fallen on you.
81. TONY: (DISGUSTED) It was months ago!
82. LIEUTENANT: Tell that to the Rodriguez widow. (BEAT) But that’s not why I’ve called you in. I’ve got an assignment for you.
83. TONY: (SURPRISED) What?
84. LIEUTENANT: Yeah, direct from the Commissioner himself.
85. TONY: Aw hell. What is it this time?
86. LIEUTENANT: This may be your ticket out of the doghouse, Wells. The Commissioner asked me to pass on that if you handle this right you’ll be moved back to homicide and will be able to get back to work.
87. TONY: Really? (BEAT) (SUSPICIOUSLY) What’s the catch?
88. LIEUTENANT: It’s a kidnapping. The Myraveil family. The youngest son was taken a day ago.
89. TONY: The Myraveils are a powerful family. Why isn’t this big news?
90. LIEUTENANT: They’ve changed their tune. At first it was a kidnapping. Now the boy is supposed to be staying with family.
91. TONY: Aw crap. Investigating one of the city’s most powerful families for the Commissioner when the family itself doesn’t want to cooperate… this is career suicide.
92. LIEUTENANT: Look on the bright side. Do this right and you get a full reinstatement.
93. TONY: I stared levelly at the Lieutenant before I turned around and left. Technically I was supposed to salute but I wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction.
94. MUSIC:  (BRIDGE) NEUTRAL SCENE ENDER — LET IT FINISH.
95. SOUND:  (WALLA) OCCASIONAL CARS, BUZZ OF STREET LIGHTS ETC. — ESTABLISH AND UNDER.
96. CLAIRE TEMPLETON: (NARRATING) It was nine p.m. when I arrived at the precinct to see Tony Wells emerging with fists balled and a face like thunder. Anyone else would have been intimidated but not me. Like any good girl scout, I was prepared for any eventuality. I had a bag of fresh doughnuts in my purse.
97. TONY: Claire, I’ve got no time for reporters or any of your usual nonsense this evening.
98. CLAIRE: Not even when I’m bearing pastries?
99. TONY: Not even then.
100. CLAIRE: This sounds serious.
101. TONY: Serious as the plague. Now get out of my way.
102. CLAIRE: C’mon, you’ve never been able to resist the lure of doughnuts before.
103. TONY: Are you still here?
104. CLAIRE: (WHEEDLING) I’ll let you have them all?
105. TONY: (WARNING) Claire!
106. CLAIRE: (AS IF CAUGHT IN A LIE) Alright, I’ll let you have some. Maybe even most.
107. TONY: (GETTING ANGRY) Claire!
108. CLAIRE: What? I’ve been trying to get hold of you for a week now.
109. TONY: Obviously all those unreturned messages were too subtle for you.
110. CLAIRE: C’mon, copper, what’s the skinny? Jokes aside, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this riled before.
111. TONY: Claire, I swear the next person to give me any grief is gonna wish they’d never been born.
112. CLAIRE: Alright then. My business is urgent, Wells, but I’m not getting anywhere until you get this out of your system. What’s up?
113. TONY: Not a chance. Mamma Wells didn’t raise any children stupid enough to unburden themselves to a reporter.
114. CLAIRE: Seriously, Wells. Off the record… what’s eating you?
115. TONY: Off the record? Alright, if you really want to know, you can tag along. But you’ll have to stay in the car once we get there.
116. CLAIRE: Anything to get your ear for a few minutes.
117. TONY: (NARRATING) We got into my car and I started driving. I’m hot hot-headed at the best of times but, with a full head of steam and the indignation to match, the language I used to describe the Commissioner and the Lieutenant on that trip could have peeled paint. Claire didn’t flinch and let my tirade wash over her without comment until it was spent. Then she asked the question that was most pertinent…
118. MUSIC:  (BRIDGE) NEUTRAL SCENE ENDER — LET IT FINISH.
119. SOUND:  (WALLA) CAR ENGINE (FROM INSIDE) — ESTABLISH AND UNDER.
120. CLAIRE: So, you’ve never seen eye to eye with the Commissioner and the Lieutenant. What’s different today?
121. TONY: They’ve given me a poisoned chalice, a kidnapping that has all the signs of being a landmine under my feet.
122. CLAIRE: A kidnapping? Of a boy, under or around eleven years of age?
123. TONY: Yeah, why?
124. CLAIRE: Tell your story first, but this may have something to do with what I want to talk to you about as well.
125. TONY: It’s the Myraveil family. Their youngest has been taken but, after making an initial report, the family has suddenly clammed up. The file has been opened so someone has to investigate and I get to be the sacrificial lamb. These kind of situations almost always result in the investigating officer losing his job.
126. 127. CLAIRE: (GROANING) And I promised to keep this off the record. This is huge news! The Myraveils are among the most powerful families in the city.
127. TONY: Yeah, well. You wanted to know. (BEAT) Besides we’re here.
128. SOUND:  CAR COMES TO A HALT — UNDER.
129. CLAIRE: Hang on a minute, Tony. This is important. You know Tully Bing?
130. TONY: (WARILY) I haven’t forgotten. You still running around with him?
131. CLAIRE: He’s sweet. I like him!
132. TONY: Yeah, well. It’s none of my business if you like the bookish types. What about him?
133. CLAIRE: You know that predator’s map he did for you a while back. He’s branching out. He’s been plotting rumors.
134. TONY: Rumors? (FRUSTRATED) Claire, is this what you’ve been chasing me about all week, because…
135. CLAIRE: Wells, shut up a minute! Tully found something interesting. There have been rumors… lots and lots of rumors… of kids going missing. Boys, eleven years old or younger, just vanishing without a trace… and not being reported to the police.
136. TONY: Hang on. Harry Jones said something like that to me earlier tonight.
137. CLAIRE: Harry Jones, that kid who keeps trailing you about with all the tall stories?
138. TONY: Yeah, that’s the one. I thought this was just another one. Maybe not. But you’d think someone would have made a report.
139. SWORD: Maybe not.
140. CLAIRE: Whoah. I almost forgot you had that thing with you.
141. SWORD: (SLIGHTLY WOUNDED) Technically speaking I guess I am a thing, but I would definitely prefer it if you didn’t talk about me as if I wasn’t here.
142. CLAIRE: Sorry.
143. TONY: He’s very sensitive.
144. SWORD: Says the guy who just threw an eight-minute tantrum in the car on the way over here.
145. TONY: Alright, you’ve chosen to chime in. What do you think is going on? You don’t think it’s covenant business do you?
146. SWORD: Do you know what changelings are, Tony?
147. TONY: Never heard of ’em. You gonna enlighten me?
148. SWORD: (WEARILY) The fae do not breed in the way that humans do. You humans are like rabbits. You just keep popping out. The fae on the other hand might produce a natural child once in a thousand years. More typically they steal human children to raise. Prolonged exposure to the fae builds a dual nature within the child. At a certain age, usually around sixteen or seventeen, the child can choose which nature will become dominant. Having been raised by the fae, the changeling rarely chooses a return to their human nature.
149. CLAIRE: So what are you saying? Many of the Faery folk used to be human?
150. SWORD: Well, maybe insofar as their origin is concerned. But when they adopt the fae nature their essential humanity is erased. It is as if they had never been anything other than fae.
151. TONY: Do these disappearances fit that pattern?
152. SWORD: Well… not really. The preferred pattern is to take babies (BEAT) and there’s usually no gender bias in the selection either.
153. TONY: But?
154. SWORD: But something about this has triggered my instincts. You need to look into it.
155. TONY: Okay. Claire, wait here. I’m going to go see the Myraveils.
156. MUSIC:  (BRIDGE) SUSPENSEFUL SCENE ENDER — LET IT FINISH.
157. SOUND:  KNOCKING ON DOOR — LET IT FINISH.
158. SOUND:  DOOR OPENS — LET IT FINISH.
159. JAFFE: Good evening, sir. The tradesman’s entrance is at the side of the building.
160. SOUND:  DOOR BEGINS TO SHUT BUT IS INTERRUPTED — LET IT FINISH.
161. TONY: Hang on before you shut the door in my face. Are you the butler? I’m Detective Tony Wells and I’d like to speak to Mr and Mrs Myraveil if they are home.
162. JAFFE: (SCEPTICALLY) Oh? My apologies, sir, I will see if they are available.
163. SOUND:  DOOR CLOSES HARD — LET IT FINISH.
164. TONY: (SARCASTICALLY) Well, I’m off to a good start.
165. SWORD: Tony, there’s a glamour at work here.
166. TONY: A what?
167. SWORD: A spell. The butler is under a spell. Maybe others in the household as well. Be careful.
168. TONY: Alright…
169. SOUND:  DOOR OPENS — LET IT FINISH.
170. JAFFE: The lady of the house will see you now.
171. TONY: Er… thanks…?
172. JAFFE: (ARROGANT) I am Jaffe, the household butler and factotum.
173. TONY: Right.
174. SOUND:  MALE FOOTSTEPS. DOOR CLOSING — LET IT FINISH.
175. JAFFE: Please wait here.
176. SOUND:  FEMALE FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING — LET IT FINISH.
177. MRS MYRAVEIL: Mr Wells? Jaffe tells me you are a detective. How may I help you?
178. TONY: Thanks for agreeing to see me. It’s about your son?
179. MRS MYRAVEIL: Jonathan? He’s upstairs. Shall I send for him?
180. TONY: No ma’am, you misunderstand. I’m here about your youngest son.
181. SOUND:  ODD RINGING CHIME — UNDER.
182. MRS MYRAVEIL: (CONFUSED) But I don’t… oh. But wait… I do have a younger boy. (VAGUELY) Chester…?
183. TONY: Yes ma’am. You and your husband made a report to the police that he had been
184. MRS MYRAVEIL: (CONFUSED) Kidnapped?… No, he’s… somewhere… he’s staying with… he’s with friends. Yes, with friends.
185. TONY: Ma’am, do you have a photo of the boy?
186. MRS MYRAVEIL: Of Jonathan?
187. TONY: No, Mrs Myraveil. Of Chester.
188. MRS MYRAVEIL: But I don’t know anyone named… (CONFUSED) Wait, no. Chester’s staying with friends.
189. TONY: Can I have the names and addresses of these friends?
190. MRS MYRAVEIL: Mr Wells. Everything is fine. We don’t need the police. Thank you. Please go.
191. TONY: Mrs Myraveil, are you alright?
192. MRS MYRAVEIL: What? Yes. I think I just need to… I just need to lie down.
193. JAFFE: (FIRMLY) I believe you should leave now, Mr Wells.
194. TONY: Of course. Thank you for your time, Mrs Myraveil.
(NARRATING) The sword didn’t have to tell me that something was very wrong in that house. I wasn’t sure I bought the idea that magic was involved but something was definitely making the hair on the back of my neck stand up. I went back to the car and told Claire what I had seen. It was time we had a talk with young Harry Jones.
195. MUSIC:  (BRIDGE) NEUTRAL SCENE ENDER — LET IT FINISH.
196. MUSIC:  CLOSING THEME AND CREDITS – LET IT FINISH.
CASTING SHEETS — MAJOR CHARACTERS
TONY WELLS: I’m a detective in a city full of liars, cheats, killers, and con-men. You’d think that would have made me a cynic. And I guess it has a little. But underneath the hard-boiled exterior I actually give a damn. I do this job because I want to keep people safe from the animals and predators who roam the dark side of the city. I believe in heroes, or at least I want to believe in them. Right now I’m not the most popular detective on the force — the Commissioner and the Lieutenant have both got it in for me — but I never would have guessed how much more complicated my life is about to become.
CLAIRE TEMPLETON: I’m the crime reporter for the Star City Tribune. I know everyone in this town from the mayor down to the guys who pick up your garbage at four in the morning. I’m good at my job too, which is why I get myself into so many scrapes and tight corners. I’m fearless, determined, and always get my story — even when there’s no one with the courage to print it!
MAGIC SWORD (FRED): I’m a magical sword and I inherit my personality from the world around me. I’m a wise-talking smart alec who’s always laughing at the expense of my owner. Possibly because I can’t be destroyed — magical, remember — I see myself as superior to ordinary mortals. Nothing bothers me particularly and I love giving advice. I will probably be advising my new master on the proper etiquette for being swallowed by a dragon while he is being munched upon.
HARRY JONES: I know I’ve told stories in the past. It’s not like I meant to trick anyone. I really did think aliens were invading. Honest! But now my friends are going missing and no one will believe me. I’ve got to convince Tony somehow. He’s the only one who can help find them and bring them back home.
CASTING SHEETS — MINOR CHARACTERS
OGRE: Ugh! Me hungry. Must bash food. Food tastes best when bashed with rock… and cooked with fire. Mmmm, burned man-flesh! Yum!
LIEUTENANT OWENS: Heh! Wells is an okay guy, but the Commissioner has got it in for him. It’s my job to make his life as miserable as possible until the Commissioner says otherwise. I like Wells, but not enough to take a bullet for him. The Commissioner says Wells isn’t pulling enough night shifts and who am I to argue.
BILL CASEY: I’m Casey, that’s what everyone calls me. They all think I’m stupid, but I know which side my bread is buttered on. The Commissioner and I are friends, yes we are. I tell him what’s going on with Wells and he promises I’ll get my pick of postings around the precinct. Not bad for a junior guy, no sir!
JAFFE: I have taste and refinement but none of the money necessary to enjoy it so I am forced to work for the Myraveils. The Myraveils have neither taste nor refinement, merely money. However, as their chief retainer, they have come to rely on my advice regarding how to spend their money and as a result I get to be surrounded by beautiful things… except for that damned painting of the dogs playing cards which the master has chosen to hang in the hall. He believes it looks funny! I believe it is as attractive as a gym sock hanging on a shower railing.
MRS MYRAVEIL: I’ve been feeling a little… odd. It’s as if there is something I should be remembering but I just can’t quite… Oh never mind. I’m sure it will come back to me. After all life is so busy. I have fund raisers to attend (and organize), dinner parties, artworks to buy, cotillions to arrange etc… but still… I’m sure there was something…
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