Lexi threw her bag down on to the floor, turning around on her heels to take a quick look around the small but clean living room before walking over to one of the windows, throwing open the white plantation shutters. A blast of sunshine flooded the room, transforming the previously mediocre space into something quite different. Now it felt bright. It felt welcoming. And that was something this town she’d just walked back into hadn’t made her feel in a long time – welcome.
She leant back against the window sill and folded her arms, hanging her head as a wave of tiredness washed over her. It was almost brutal, the speed at which fatigue swamped her, and it was all she could do to pull herself away from the window to look for the bedroom.
The one-storey house wasn’t exactly big, so it didn’t take her all that long to find the larger of the two bedrooms down a narrow hallway that ran from the living room towards the back of the house. And just the sight of the huge double bed with its pile of pillows and dark purple duvet made her realize that sleep was the only thing she needed right now. That bed was the most comforting sight she’d seen in a long time, and God knows she needed comfort right now. She needed sleep. She’d been travelling for hours, alone, and just a little bit afraid of where she was heading. Even though all she’d done was come home. And you weren’t supposed to be afraid of home, were you? Home was supposed to be your safe place. She just wasn’t entirely sure she had one of those anymore.
Sitting down on the edge of the bed she closed her eyes and ran her
fingers lightly over the cool material of the duvet cover. She wanted to sink
into that bed so badly. She wanted to curl up into a ball and close her eyes,
let sleep take over, snatch a few more hours of peace before she had to face up
to what she was doing. What she’d done. But she couldn’t hide forever. She
hadn’t come back here to hide. If she’d wanted to hide she would have gone some
place else. But instead she’d chosen to head back to this small town in
She opened her eyes and looked around the room, at the wardrobe in the corner, the pale blue walls that made the space seem slightly cold yet oddly cosy; at the window that looked out on to the back porch and a small private yard. And she hadn’t realized her fingers had been scrunching the duvet cover up quite so violently but as she looked down at her hand she realized that’s exactly what she’d been doing and she let go immediately, watching as the thin material sprang back to its original state.
The sound of her phone ringing in the other room pulled her back to reality and she looked up, at the door that led out into the hall and back to the living room. She didn’t feel much like answering it just yet. She didn’t feel much like talking. To anyone. And even though she’d promised herself she wouldn’t do this until she’d faced what was waiting for her out there in the small town she’d left eight years ago, the desire to just drift off and let sleep take over was too great.
Swinging her legs up on to the bed she pulled them up underneath her, curled into a tight little ball, and closed her eyes. This town was going nowhere. And neither was she.
The Brotherhood of Lone Riders Motorcycle Club was founded in 1951 in Newcastle-upon-Tyne, north east England, by a man called Thomas Hart, a disaffected World War Two veteran who, along with ten of his closest friends, had wanted to create an environment where their slightly left-of-centre lifestyle could be lived without having to conform to the kind of day-to-day existence that terrified them.
After his death in the spring of 1976, his son Charlie took over the club. A twenty-one year old maverick who liked taking risks, Charlie took great pride in taking charge of the club his father had created. Just like Thomas, he wasn’t a man who’d ever wanted to be tied down by the 9-to-5 routine. That wasn’t him. He was a free spirit, a dreamer. And his dream was to carry on his father’s vision – to see the Lone Riders spread far and wide, to give others the chance to live their lives the way they really wanted to live them, not the way they felt they should be living them. In Charlie’s eyes, everyone had a choice.
Along with his friend Taylor ‘Tay’ Farlow, an American biker from California whom he’d met at a bikers’ rally in Las Vegas in the summer of ’75, they’d set that dream in motion, putting the word out, creating more chapters, with Tay finally returning home to the small, northern Californian town of Paradise to take charge of his own Lone Riders chapter, as well as overseeing the setting up of over half a dozen more around the US.
the mid-1980s, as well as the
sat down on one of the tables out front of the clubhouse, lighting up a
cigarette and taking a deep drag. With his long, messed-up dark hair, full beard
and an abundance of tattoos he looked like everybody’s stereotypical view of an
MC member, all attitude and swagger. At thirty-eight years old he was handsome
in an edgy, darkly sexy kind of way; a man who was never short of female
attention. Along with his best friend Kip Hart he’d been a member of the Lone Riders
for over seventeen years. A lifelong resident of Paradise, a small town in
He and Kip, along with various other members of the Lone Riders, worked in the on-site auto repair shop, most of them mechanics by trade, all lifelong bikers. That was what they did. What people saw them do. And as well as the garage which was, to all intents and purposes, the public face of the Lone Riders MC, the club also owned and ran a small film studio – The Candy Cave – which made and distributed mainly mid-budget adult movies, and a boxing club that ran regular fight nights. All were legal and above board. All of them brought in quite a healthy sum of money for the club.
But the work people didn’t see them do, that was another matter. And that was all part of the life Jesse loved – the anticipation and excitement of never knowing what each day was going to bring, the kick all that shit could give you. The adrenalin rush was like a drug, just as addictive and twice as dangerous.
Lone Riders MC had respect in
‘You okay?’ Kip asked, coming out of the clubhouse and joining Jesse at the table, lighting up his own cigarette.
Jesse looked up, blowing smoke out into the clear blue, almost cloudless sky. ‘I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be?’
Kip shrugged, nudging his cap further back on his head. ‘No reason.’
‘Everything all right in there?’ Jesse nudged his head in the direction of the clubhouse, the sound of loud, heavy rock music drifting out into the compound.
‘Fine. Apart from Angie working herself up into a paranoid frenzy.’
Kip nodded, his cigarette now hanging out the corner of his mouth. ‘You know what my mum’s like. Seems to think every time he goes away on business he’s gonna find himself a younger model and she’ll be put out to pasture.’
smirked, taking one last drag before he stubbed his cigarette out on the table.
‘Angie’s got nothing to worry about on that score. She’s one of the hottest old
ladies out there, and
‘Yeah,’ Kip sighed, pulling one leg up on to the bench beside him, resting his arm on his knee as he stared out ahead of him, watching the traffic go by the open compound gate. ‘My mother, the MILF. You’d think she’d have realized by now that Tay isn’t going anywhere, but she just can’t stop herself from thinking he’s gonna be swayed by some younger, prettier face or a long pair of legs.’
‘That’s your territory, huh?’ Jesse grinned, jumping down from the table, reaching into his back pocket for his black beanie hat, pulling it down over his head.
‘You better believe it, brother.’ Kip grinned back, nipping the end of his cigarette to extinguish it before throwing it into the half-full ashtray on the table.
‘Church tonight, right?’ Jesse asked as he and Kip made their way back over to the garage, the late afternoon sun beating down on them.
‘Where’ve Blake, Cain and Luca gone?’
‘Coby sent them out on a run.’
Jesse stood still, his hands in the pockets of his oil-stained overalls. ‘A run? Something going down?’
run, J. We’re a bit low on whisky and beer, and
Jesse’s face broke into another grin as they continued the short walk across the compound to the garage. ‘Can’t think of a better way to welcome our President back.’
and rangy with short, curly black hair, a goatee beard, and a physique that
belied his fifty-nine years Tay Farlow was glad to be back after his short trip
away. President of the Lone Riders northern
‘Baby!’ Angie screeched, almost running from the clubhouse kitchen, throwing herself into his arms as Kip and Jesse made childish “vomiting” noises, laughing like a couple of teenagers instead of the grown men they were. ‘Oh, honey, I have missed you so much!’
missed you, too!’
ex-military man, originally from
almost forty-nine years old and over six feet tall with dark brown hair that
was shot through with streaks of grey and just long enough to brush the collar
of his black leather cut, Coby Walker was very much an old-school biker,
incredibly striking in a roughed-up, unconventional kind of way. Which meant
that, with his wide-set dark eyes, tattoo-covered body, battle-scarred face, thick
goatee beard and moustache, and a strong Glaswegian accent he’d never lost
despite all his years living in
Tay, you know there’s a party,’ Coby laughed, pushing his friend away, turning
to face the bar, pouring
knew you wouldn’t let me down.’
‘Everything’s fine,’ Angie said, walking over to him, playing with the open edges of his cut. ‘What about you? Everything go okay?’
all sorted, baby, don’t you worry. The Vegas chapter got themselves a brand new
President, so no more in-house problems. That kinda crap I can do without at my
age, believe me.’
‘Cain’s just bringing another case of beer through from out back,’ Angie said, running a hand through her red-streaked hair before shaking it out. ‘Wanted to make sure we had enough for tonight, so we got a few extra supplies in to tide us over until the next delivery. Nothing worse than running out of beer at a Lone Riders party, huh?’
Lexi sat on the edge of the low wall, pulling at the top of her knee-high biker boots, a nervous reaction she hadn’t even been aware she’d adopted. So she started chewing on a nail instead, hating the fact she felt like a frightened teenager instead of the thirty-five year old woman she was. She should have had a handle on all of this by now, but if that was the case, why had she waited until after dark to come here? Why wasn’t she doing this in broad daylight, like she’d promised herself she would? Because she wasn’t doing anything tonight, that’s why. She was here only to observe, to see what she needed to see. The rest she had yet to work out.
Staring out ahead, she watched as the lights from the garage and the neighbouring office were switched off, the compound now lit up only by strings of white bulbs hanging from the canopy outside the clubhouse and a small, contained fire she’d watched someone start that bathed the whole of the yard in a warm orange glow.
She leant forward as more bodies flooded out into the compound, voices raised and laughter loud as the music was turned up a notch and another Lone Riders party got underway. Parties she was all too familiar with. They’d been a part of her life since – since forever. She leant further forward, squinting slightly as she tried to see if there were any new faces. She couldn’t really tell from so far away. But she had a feeling that – apart from the Prospects who were bound to be new – everything would be just the same. As familiar as it had been the day she’d left just over eight years ago.
her head she clasped her hands between her knees and breathed in deeply, a wave
of nerves washing over her. There was a part of her that just wanted to run,
back to where she’d come from, away from this and everything it could kick up,
but there was another part of her that knew she had to do this. She had to face
this. She’d come back to
Taking one more long, deep breath she stood up, exhaling quickly, her eyes staring straight ahead at the party carrying on right there in front of her, everyone blissfully unaware that she was outside. Waiting to make her return.
Keeping her eyes focused on the Lone Riders compound, she put one tentative foot in front of the other and walked slowly across the road. Reaching the now-locked front gate she placed her hands on the cold metal, surprised they hadn’t pulled the solid gate across that blocked the compound from public view when necessary.
She stared through into the yard, her heart starting to beat at a rate she hadn’t been expecting. It was thudding so hard inside her it was almost painful. And that beating only got faster and harder when she saw him, for the first time since the events that had led to her leaving almost eight years ago. And everything that had happened since. He was leaning against one of the bikes, laughing with Kip, and she briefly closed her eyes as the memories she knew would never leave her flooded her brain.
‘Oh, Jesus,’ she whispered, bowing her head. ‘Jesus!’
Raising her gaze she watched as he pulled his hat down over his head, and she remembered how she’d sometimes liked him to keep it on when they’d made love, just as he’d always liked her to keep her biker boots on, and those memories caused Lexi’s heart to crack with a pain that was all-too familiar to her now.
Letting go of the gate she turned around, leaning back against it, closing her eyes again as the enormity of what she was doing – of what she’d already done – finally sunk in. But that was enough for tonight. This was all she could do. Everything else could wait until tomorrow.
‘Jesse! You working on that Ducati today?’ Kip shouted over as he wandered into the garage, his hands in the pockets of his overalls. ‘Just had Kyle Sanderson on the phone asking if it’s gonna be ready by Tuesday. Got a road trip planned he can’t delay.’
Jesse threw the rag he’d been using to wipe his hands with down on to the bench beside him. ‘It’ll be ready to pick up Monday. Almost done now.’
I’ll go call him back. Hey, you coming for dinner at my mum’s tonight? She’s
gone all domestic goddess again now
Jesse grinned, leaning back against the Ducati, folding his arms. ‘Man, I never turn down one of Angie’s dinners. Be nice to have something edible for a change. Deena ain’t the best cook in the world, believe me.’
‘Her talents lie in other areas, huh?’ Kip smirked, referring to Jesse’s porn star girlfriend.
Jesse threw him a knowing smirk back. ‘Yeah. You could say that.’
‘I’ll tell Angie you’ll be there, then?’
‘Everyone else coming?’
‘What do you think? I’d better go make that call.’
Kip headed for the office next to the garage, nudging his cap further back off his head as he walked, and it was just before he reached the door of the office that he noticed the figure leaning against the open gate to the compound. All long blonde hair and even longer legs, shown off in all their glory in a short denim mini-skirt and those knee-high biker boots she’d always liked to wear. And even from where he was standing he could make out that familiar tattoo that snaked its way up her left arm, thanks to the white sleeveless t-shirt she was wearing.
Her eyes had locked with his now, making no attempt to look away, and for a second he considered ignoring her. To continue sending out that message he’d thought she’d received eight years ago, but this seemed to prove that she hadn’t really received it at all. What the fuck was she doing back here?
Striding across the yard he kept his eyes on her, her gaze never leaving his. Shit! She still had balls, he’d give her that much.
‘You need to turn around and get out of here,’ he hissed, leaning right into her, his hand up beside her head as she leant back against the wall, her eyes still boring into his.
‘Good to see you, too. Brother.’
‘You’re not welcome here, Lexi. And you know that.’
‘Is that any way to greet your sister after all these years?’
‘I don’t have a sister. My sister died eight years ago, remember?’
Lexi let out a small laugh, her eyes finally dipping to the ground, just for a second, before she raised her head to meet Kip’s gaze once more. ‘Metaphorically speaking. I didn’t really die, Kip. You all just decided that was the way things had to be.’
‘If he sees you…’
‘I need to see him.’
‘Like shit you do! So just turn around and walk away, okay?’
Lexi continued to stare at him, her eyes never leaving his.
should’ve stayed in
‘Last time I checked this was a free country. I’m not sure you can stop me from being here.’
He reached out to grab her wrist but she was too quick for him, lifting up her knee and ramming it into his groin with a force that rocked him backwards, a howl of pain coming from him that satisfied Lexi no end.
it had also alerted Jesse’s attention, and she watched as he ran across the
yard, her heart beginning to beat a loud, almost irregular rhythm as he drew
closer. His expression changed the second he saw her. His face clouding over
with something Lexi couldn’t describe, she just knew it cut deep. It was
painful to see. Because it brought every heartbreaking memory right back to the
forefront. Everything she’d ever done, and continued to do, to hurt him. The
things he knew about, and the things he didn’t. The things she’d come back to
‘Get her out of here, Kip.’ Jesse’s voice was like a dagger to her heart; cold and unfeeling.
‘I’m fucking trying, Jesse… Jesus!’
‘Jesse, please…’ Lexi took a step forward, visibly flinching as Jesse stepped back, raising his hands in the air, putting that barrier up between them that Lexi had feared. But what else had she expected? ‘Please, Jesse.’ She was pleading now, begging him to show her some mercy, but he just shook his head, turned around, and walked away.
‘You’ve opened up one hell of a can of worms,’ Kip said, his breathing finally returning to normal as the pain of her sudden attack subsided. ‘I just hope you’re ready for the shit it’s gonna kick up.’
He didn’t know the half of it.
She looked at him. ‘You gonna tell Mum I’m here?’
‘You think I can keep it a secret?’
She looked back over at the garage. Jesse was working, his head bent down as he concentrated on the bike in front of him. Like she’d never even existed.
Kip followed her gaze. ‘Did you think he’d react any other way?’
‘I don’t know,’ she whispered. ‘I guess I really didn’t think this through.’
Kip looked at her, his voice softening slightly. ‘When Shane died…’
‘I don’t want to talk about it, Kip.’
‘It’s the risk we run, Lexi. You know that. Casualties happen.’
‘Are you saying he deserved it? That it was some kind of twisted karma because of what we did?’
Kip shrugged, throwing a quick look over at Jesse, but he was still busy, his back still to them. ‘Can’t say I believe in all that karma shit, but, do you know what? Maybe you’re right.’
She stared at him, her stomach turning slightly. ‘You make me sick, do you know that?’
‘The club had nothing to do with what happened, Lexi.’
She continued to stare at him, saying nothing for a second or two. ‘I can’t prove anything, Kip. But I know the way this club works, remember that. Retaliation, retribution, payback – it’s all part of the culture, I grew up with it, same as you. So I know how this works.’
‘Shane was a friend.’
‘You’re still calling him that, are you? After what you all put him through?’
‘You caused it. Remember?’
She finally broke the stare, laughing quietly. ‘It’s so easy to blame the woman, isn’t it?’
‘You followed him, Lexi.’
‘You gave me no choice!’
‘Jesse’s like a brother to me.’
‘And I loved him, Kip. I loved him.’
‘So much that you fucked another brother? You were Jesse’s old lady, for Christ’s sake, and you were sleeping with someone else behind his back! Jesus, I caught you and Shane together, Lexi. I caught you both, right there, in that clubhouse, while Jesse was outside. Is that how much you loved him? Huh?’
‘You have no idea what was going on, Kip.’
‘Nobody cared what else was going on. You crossed lines. You betrayed Jesse.’
‘I didn’t want to hurt him.’
‘You really need to leave.’
She locked eyes with her brother once more, a fierce determination the only thing she was feeling now. ‘I’m here to stay, Kip. So you and everyone else around here had better get used to it.’
Jesse turned around, leaning back against the bike as he watched Kip and Lexi talking – just thinking her name hurt almost as much as seeing her again. Even though, if Jesse was completely honest with himself, there hadn’t been a day gone by these past eight years when he hadn’t thought about her. In his mind she’d never really left. It was just her physical presence he’d had to learn to live without. Everything else had gone nowhere.
‘You okay?’ Kip asked, walking back into the garage.
‘Stop treating me like a freakin’ child, Kip. I’m fine, all right?’
Kip held his hands up, stepping back from his friend. He was aware that Jesse was watching Lexi leave the compound, his gaze following her until she disappeared from view.
‘She shouldn’t have come here,’ Kip said quietly, shoving his hands in the pockets of his overalls as Jesse’s eyes met his.
can fight my own battles, Kip. And I can deal with this shit on my own, okay?
Look, this is her home. And there was always a very real chance that she was
gonna come back here at some point, especially after… after what happened with Shane.
I know you guys were born in
‘You almost sound as though you’ve forgiven her. As though you’re glad she’s back.’
Jesse shrugged. ‘Maybe I’d forgiven her a long time ago. And maybe if you’d all listened to her before hounding her out of here like some infected animal you’d have realized that it wasn’t all her fault.’
Kip frowned, unable to believe what he was hearing. ‘She fucking destroyed you, man. Do you remember how low you felt when she…?’
‘Like I said, Kip. It wasn’t all her fault.’
‘So, what are you saying? You’re actually gonna talk to her?’
‘I don’t know what I’m gonna do.’ Jesse turned back to the bike he was working on. ‘But whatever I choose to do…’ He looked at his friend, ‘… it’ll be my business, you got that?’
‘You’re quiet tonight,’ Angie said, handing Kip a beer.
He was sitting out in the back yard of Angie and Tay’s
Kip shook his head. ‘Not really.’
‘Not really? Baby, this is your momma you’re talking to here. You think I don’t know when any of you boys are lying to me? Especially my own son. So, come on. What’s up?’
Kip sat back, taking a swig of beer before he spoke.
‘Inside, talking to Coby. Why?’
Kip took another swig of beer.
‘Honey, what’s the matter? If this has got anything to
do with the club then shouldn’t
‘She’s back, Mum.’
Angie stared at her son, waiting a couple of beats before she spoke again, her voice low and steady. ‘When did you see her?’
‘This afternoon. At the compound.’
‘Did she come inside?’
Kip shook his head. ‘She was by the gate. Just standing there, like nothing had happened.’
Angie stared out ahead, exhaling slowly. ‘Did you speak to her?’
Kip looked down at the ground, nodding.
‘Is she back for good?’
‘It sounded that way.’
‘Did she mention Charlie?’
‘Is she back for a reason?’
‘She said she needed to see Jesse.’
‘Is this what’s causing a rift between you two?’
‘There’s no rift, Mum. He just seems to think… he’s gonna talk to her, I know he is.’
‘Then that’s up to him, isn’t it?’
Kip looked at his mother. ‘You think it’s okay that she gets to fuck up his life all over again?’
Angie gave her son a hard stare. One that told him his involvement in this had just been taken out of his hands. This was her territory. She knew how to handle Lexi. ‘If he wants to talk to her, Kip, then there isn’t a great deal we can do to stop him.’
‘She was shunned from this club.’
‘And you know that doesn’t really mean anything. It’s a knee-jerk reaction handed out when shit happens some people can’t deal with. She isn’t breaking any laws. And what Jesse does outside of this club is his business.’
Kip narrowed his eyes. ‘How can you be so calm? She ran back home, Mum. She sided with Dad, she…’
‘There are no
sides, Kip. And she didn’t go back to
Kip continued to stare at his mother. ‘Even you sound as though you have some sympathy for her.’
Angie stood up, brushing down her skinny black jeans and shaking out her red-streaked, blonde hair. ‘I’ve been there, Kip, remember? Where your sister was. Stared down, spat at, shunned. Driven out of town and made to feel like some cheap, low-down whore because we did, what? Something you all do whenever the mood takes you. But it’s okay, isn’t it? For the men of this club to fuck around. For you it’s considered nothing more than a game. But God forbid an old lady should make one mistake.’
Kip stood up, too, completely thrown by his mother’s outburst. ‘Jesus, Mum…’
‘That’s no fucking excuse.’
‘I didn’t say it was. I asked if you thought it was any different.’
‘I… Dad, he… he got over it. He’s with Maggie now, they’re happy…’
‘Is Jesse happy with Deena?’
Kip leant back against the wall, taking a long swig of beer. ‘I don’t know.’
‘Then why don’t you ask him?’
He fixed Angie with a look that told her he just wasn’t
getting this conversation. ‘You were the one who made sure Lexi was hounded out
‘And you can’t work out why?’ Angie asked, fixing him with another look before she turned around and walked back inside, leaving Kip more confused than ever.
‘What was all that about?’ Jesse asked, joining Kip out in the yard.
Kip just shrugged, taking another drink. ‘Can I ask you something, J?’
Jesse looked at him. ‘Yeah. ‘Course you can.’
‘You and Deena…’
‘What about us?’
Jesse laughed, a short, almost humourless laugh. ‘It ain’t forever, Kip.’
‘It’s been five years.’
It was Jesse’s turn to shrug. ‘I like having someone around.’
‘And now Lexi’s back?’
Jesse stared at his friend. ‘You told Angie?’
‘Yeah. She seems almost pleased she’s turned up.’
Jesse looked back inside the house, watching as Angie leaned
‘Because they ripped your fucking heart out!’
Jesse shook his head, staring down at the ground, his fingers clutching tightly on to the bottle he was holding. ‘We lost family.’ He looked back up, his eyes meeting Kip’s. ‘She was my old lady, Kip. Mine. And you all made sure I lost her.’
‘You’re like a brother to me, Jesse…’
Jesse’s eyes bored into Kip’s. ‘And Lexi’s your sister.’
‘Jesus Christ… Jesse!’
But Jesse had already walked away, back into the house. ‘Everything all right?’
He looked up to see Coby holding out another beer for him, which he took, immediately twisting off the cap and taking a drink. ‘Everything’s just fine.’
‘I hear Lexi’s back in
‘Yeah. She is.’
‘You okay with that?’
Jesse stared at Coby, a man he respected – a man whose
loyalty to the Lone Riders knew no bounds. There wasn’t a thing Coby Walker
wouldn’t do or any length he wouldn’t go to for the club. Which was why he’d
played a big part in making sure Lexi had left
‘Hey, baby.’ Angie smiled, leaning in to kiss his cheek. Jesse was like a son to her, because of his close relationship with Kip. Angie cared about him, and she knew when something wasn’t right.
‘Don’t ask me if I’m okay or if I’m coping all right with Lexi’s return just, don’t, Angie. Please.’
Angie backed away slightly, leaning against the counter and folding her arms. ‘Whatever you want us to do, Jesse, you just say the word. If you want her…’
‘I don’t want to talk about it. Really. Not now.’
She walked back over to him, stroking his long hair back from his handsome face. ‘I care about you so much, Jesse Jackson. And I care about what’s going on inside there.’ She pressed a hand to his chest, feeling his heart beating, just a little bit faster than it should have been. ‘She broke this. I saw what she did to you, but I also understand why she did what she did. You think I had no idea what was going on? I knew, Jesse. So I understand why she acted the way she did.’
‘I never meant to push her so far away, Angie.’
‘I know, baby. I know you didn’t.’
‘Do you think I can fix this?’
Angie reached out to cup his cheek in the palm of her hand. ‘I don’t know, darlin’. I guess all you can do is try. If that’s what you really want.’
‘It’s what I want, Angie. I just don’t know if it’s what Lexi wants, too.’
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