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Don't Ever Forget...; Het, James/OFC, Adventure, Romance, Humor
Topic Started: October 19, 2012, 9:43 am (1,021 Views)
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'After a tragic accident, James Hetfield finds himself lost in a strange new world. Will he survive? Who will he meet? What challenges lie ahead?'

Hetero: James/OFC: Shakari
Genre: Adventure/Romance/Humor
Warnings: Sex, Swearing, Mild gore
Era: ...And Justice For All/The Black Album

Prepare to be taken on a wild adventure. I just hope it isn't too 'cliche', I should be alright though XD




Chapter 1.

The sun rose over the beautiful city of San Francisco. The beaches were alive with morning dwellers as the day was starting off to be quite the fine day. Sunlight seeped through the curtains of James Hetfield’s hotel room and shone on his sleeping face, causing him to stir. He opened his eyes but closed them once again, squinting around the room to find out what time it was. He turned his attention to the clock beside his bed. 7:05am, shit! I’m an hour late! Metallica were planning to fly out of the states today and begin their ‘Damaged Justice’ tour kicking off in Europe and as usual, James was hungover, slept in and missed the first flight.

He jumped out of bed and put on a pair of tight black jeans, a black singlet and his leather jacket, not giving two shits about his appearance. James raced down to the hotel lobby and checked out whilst asking to borrow their telephone. He dialed in Lars Ulrich’s number and waited anxiously for a reply, the phone gave 2 long rings before a response.

“Hello?” Responded the familiar voice.

“Lars! It’s James, sorry I missed the flight man, I’ll be on the next one soon. I’ll meet you guys in Europe in a few hours.” James spoke frantically.

“Hey cool it man, you’re just lucky there’s another one. It leaves in half an hour, be quick!”

“Fine. Next time, we all stay at the same hotel.”

The guys all had last minute arrangements so as a result, had to get to the airport on their own. They had booked one flight for 6am which Lars, Jason and Kirk boarded knowing James could easily board the next one. James caught the nearest cab and made it to the airport just in time for boarding. Everything was all right now. He stepped into the aircraft and made his way to his seat, avoiding eye contact with the other passengers, most of them had to know who he was. The flight would be a boring one but at least he wasn’t far behind the other guys and soon they’ll all be sharing a beer in beautiful Europe.

Still hungover and dreary eyed, James rested back in his chair and slowly closed his eyes. The seat beside his was vacant to his delight, no one to squish him and annoy him. He could now take a peaceful nap to recharge for the next destination.

An hour had passed as the airplane was crossing the United States from West to East, over the Atlantic Ocean and landing in Europe. A little boy, about aged 9 had walked over and sat down on the seat next to James. His sudden movement shook James awake and he stared him down viciously.

“Hello sir. You look a lot like that James Hatfield man.” He said innocently.

“Hetfield. Wait a second, look like?” James mumbled in shock.

“Yes from that evil band that plays devil music. My mommy told me never to listen to them as they insult God.” The boy replied with a cheeky smile. James’ anger was building up even more. He usually enjoyed kids but this kid was now starting to annoy him.

“Metallica are not evil little man, they sing about political and social issues on their newest album but you wouldn’t understand. That ‘James Hetfield man’ is a really a nice guy. Don’t listen to any bad things that are said. Now run along to your mommy.” He said hastily shooing him with a swift movement of his arms. The little boy quickly ran down the aisle and back into his mother’s arms.

Please, no more dickheads. James pleaded to himself, wishing the flight could be over already. He sighed and closed his eyes again. This time he was determined for a bit of sleep and finally he was successful.

Another hour had passed and James was in a peacefully deep sleep, dreaming about driving fast cars and doing burnouts. There was no disturbance so far until the pilot made an announcement over the onboard PA system. This woke James up in an angry mood.

“Attention please Flight 109 passengers,

We are currently experiencing oddities within the atmosphere and need to turn off the engines for a short while. Please do not be alarmed as this is just a general instruction that needs to be taken. We advise that you all put your seatbelts on and wait until instructed before it’s safe to remove them.

Thank you for your cooperation. Enjoy the remainder of the flight.”


James followed the pilot’s orders and strapped himself into the seat, tightening the seatbelt to his desired comfort. The passengers gasped as the aircraft felt like it was going down but they soon returned to a normal state. This feeling continued for what felt like half an hour until the plane began to make strange and loud clanking sounds. James looked out of the window by his seat and saw the horror before him. The aircraft had seemed to lost control and was now spinning in circles. It was all just normal, he kept saying to himself, trying to get a grip with the situation. The other passengers cried out at the noises and started to panic, looking around at each other with worried looks.

Another announcement was made, but this one was one that nobody ever wanted to hear in his or her lifetime.

“Attention please Flight 109 passengers,

Uhh it appears our equipment is not functioning properly…uhh…

MAYDAY MAYDAY THIS IS FLIGHT 109 OF AIRCRAFT 12 WE’RE GOING DOWN! COORDINATES SENT. REQUESTING IMMEDIATE ASSISTENCE. THIS IS NOT A DRILL. I REPEAT, THIS IS NOT A DRILL!”


The pilot was screaming an SOS into the radio, hoping it would work to be able to send to the control towers back on solid ground. The situation was looking bad, very bad. The passengers hid under their seats, crying, holding onto each other. James’ heart was beating faster now. He was definitely scared about what was going to happen next.

“Brace yourselves for a crash landing, it looks like we’ll hit the water instead of land. As soon as we hit, please put on the life jackets that are found in the hatch of the seats in front of you and then exit all available doors. Jump onto the lifeboats as quickly as possible and most of all…

DO NOT PANIC!”


Fuck this, James was shouting in his head, sweat forming along his forehead. He put on his life jacket and gripped the seat handles with full force. He closed his eyes and readied himself for the nightmare ahead.

He could feel the aircraft going down.

Down.

Down.

In the longest of all minutes, it was over. Darkness. James didn’t know whether he was dead or alive…
Edited by !JaceyNewkid!, December 7, 2012, 9:44 am.
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This got my heart racing! One of my biggest fears is being on a plane as it's going down. I'm terrified of flying...

I like this so far. More! :D
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This is cool and inteesting and I like how you write. :D

I can't wait to read more (James better not die :lol: Kidding)
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Thanks girls for the comments! :D James can't die! He's James :lol:

MORE! Sorry it's shorter this time but it will get longer when it starts to go somewhere.




Chapter 2.

(James POV)

It had happened so quickly. I had no idea where I was or what was happening. After trailing through unconscious thoughts, I suddenly regained feeling into all parts of my body. I was crushed under the seat that was in front of me but I somehow managed to squeeze my way out of my seatbelt and wriggle out of the contraption. I must have been out for quite some time due to the incredible aching in my entire body as I stood up straight. I surveyed the aisle to see if any of the passengers were still alive.

“Hello?” My voice was too shaken up to make much of a sound so I instead trudged on in the eerie silence to find an exit. I found the closest door and tried to open it with the latch. Nothing, the damn thing wouldn’t budge. All right I’m going to shoulder charge this bitch until it opens, I can’t stay in here with a carriage full of dead bodies. I took three steps back, gripped my forearm and ran as fast as I could with full force, bracing myself for impact. Bang! Nothing doing, the door was still shut. I tried again but still no result until the third time where I found myself flat on my face on top of the soft sandy surface below.

*cough cough* I spat.

My mouth was full of sand and I lifted my head to take a look at my surroundings. I was on a beach, a beautiful sandy beach with crystal clear water, was I in heaven? That question was quickly answered when I stumbled to my feet as I was badly wounded and in a lot of pain. I turned around in a complete 360 to scan the rest of my new surroundings. That fuckin’ pilot said we were going to hit water but instead we crashed on a fuckin’ beach! Across the ocean and into the horizon was nothing but misty clouds enshrouding my view and behind me was a thick jungle, I don’t think I’ll be exploring that bastard for a while.

I sat back down again, arms on knees to clear my mind and try and think of some explanation to what had happened. Obviously when the airplane shut off its engines they had troubles turning it back on, but why? That wasn’t supposed to happen. Was the aircraft faulty or was there another reason? All I knew was that I had survived and was now alone on a strange land. I had no communication with anyone, if only I had bought one of them daggy as fuck mobile telephones that looked and felt like a freakin’ brick but then again, this place didn’t seem like it was hosting any reception towers. Oh my god I had to deal with nature!

I spent the entire day pacing up and down the beach looking for any signs of help, or more importantly, rescue but the entire area seemed to be deserted. As the sun started to sink I realized I was going to have to stay here for tonight at the least so I dragged the plane door that I had ripped off away from the water and up to a higher section of the beach. I ripped off three more doors on the aircraft and stabbed them into the sand to create a pathetic but practical shelter. I also grabbed a few blankets out to lie on as a form of mattress. I then went to gather a bunch of sticks to make a fire, thank the gods for a lighter! At least I didn't have to fuck two sticks together to make a spark. So I had my shelter, my fire but I needed food. I have a mother of an appetite so I needed meat and fast! Where’s a waitress when you need one?

Those camping trips with the boys really payed off, I can handle this, I hope. Oh fuck how I miss them already…

Lars.

Kirk.

Jason.

I wonder if they’re still waiting for me. Would they come and search for me? If so I hope it’s soon because I can camp but I can’t live like this forever. Nah it will be ok, I’m James Hetfield!

To my utter despise, all the food I could find was a few pipi shells and miniature crabs, where’s the lobster?! Well I couldn’t turn into a cannibal so those dead bodies were a big fat no. I placed the pipis and crabs in the fire to cook and got lost again in my thoughts. If I don’t get out of here soon I swear I will go insane. A decent smell wafted from the fire and brought me back to reality again. I pried open the pipi shells, scooping out the insides into my mouth and swallowed them whole, yuck not exactly a favorite delicacy of mine. The crabs were next and damn they tasted a lot better, happily devouring them in one crunchy bite. Well that was dinner I guess.

It was now too dark to even bother searching for water and I wouldn’t dare wander off anywhere in this place in the dark anyway. I let my small fire die out and crawled into the airplane door shelter I made, wrapping myself in the comfort of the blankets. It was then that I made the conscious decision to explore that jungle first thing in the morning, perhaps I could find water or some kind of civilization but first I needed to survive this first night.

I started to feel like a pussy. I was scared of what was going to happen to me and before I knew it, a small tear fell from my eye. Fuck, man up! Thoughts of the guys gave me some form of comfort and a distraction from all the foreign noises surrounding me. Oh how I missed the comfort of my own bed safe at home. As soon as the fire died out completely, I knew this was going to be a very long night…
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Whoa! Fuck! This is intriguing! Ugh, I hate flying, so this made me freak out :lol: but it's really good so I kept reading :D

Haha, James Hatfield...there's a girl at my work who calls him that...every fucking time...I always correct her but then sure enough..."oh is that a pic of James Hatfield?" Every time she says it a little piece of me dies inside...

Keep going! :heart:
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oooooooo girl this is some good shit! keep going i love it :heart: :heart: :heart:
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if only I had bought one of them daggy as fuck mobile telephones that looked and felt like a freakin' brick but then again, this place didn't seem like it was hosting any reception towers. Oh my god I had to deal with nature!


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At least I didn't have to fuck two sticks together to make a spark.


:lol: Poor James.

I wonder what's gonna happen when he finally explores that jungle...
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James stranded on a tropical island? No because he's lost, but Yesss! :D :heart:

I hope this turns out like The Blue Lagoon. I can totally imagine James dressed like a jungle boy :drool :drool
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Thank you so much for the comments everyone :heart: :huggie:

I am terribly sorry though that I haven't continued with the story yet. I have the chapters all planned out but I've just been having a hard time lately and feeling very uninspired :/ as soon as I get myself back into the right state of mind I will continue. James is safe for now ;P
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Yay! My creativity has all of a sudden flowed back to me!



Chapter 3

As the morning broke, James was still amidst a very pleasant dream. He was dreaming of being in a comfortable bed back home and about to wake to a hot breakfast with his band mates. This pleasantry wouldn’t be the case as James began to stir awake. It took him a few minutes to realize where he was…

Oh shit.

He suddenly remembered the plane crash, and the beach, and that this nightmare was real. As he sat up in his plane door shelter he found his feet were soaked in water and after an awkward sleeping position his entire body was in a crippling pain. He pushed away the door to reveal the ocean water had risen up to his shelter. The tide was high this fine sunny morning, a perfect start to another shit day. After a few angry moments of pisses and moans, James finally decided to get up and plan his next move.

First things first, he decided to take a quick swim in the ocean to wake up and freshen up, even though it was salt water. He threw off his leather jacket, shirt and pulled down his jeans and underwear. No one was around so he thought it would be best to go full nude and soak in the ocean minerals into his body. He swam around for a good half hour or so before getting out to drip dry. His clothes were pulled back on and now was the time to find breakfast, and help, in the jungle next to the beach.

The entrance was thick with trees, shrubs, vines and all the possible greenery that could cover what was inside the natural prison. James fought his way through the thickness and before he knew it he had made it to a dark clearing that was covered by a canopy above. It gave off an unpleasant smell, as the vegetation on the ground didn’t get any sunlight and therefore rotted away.

James took a few steps in to explore what was around, a wild pig perhaps? He loved his meat and wouldn’t mind a nice fire cooked meal right now. As he began to stroll down the open forest he found his face amongst the decomposed vegetation in a few moments after. He was now a motionless heap on the forest floor.

What the fuck…?

He couldn’t feel his body; all he could do was move his eyes and mouth. He tried to jerk his head upwards to mutter a call for help.

“Help! I can’t fucking move here!” James yelled, knowing it was hopeless as there was no possible help in these parts. He started to make out what could have happened. Did a snake or spider or some sort of attacking plant bite him? His answer was about to come quicker than expected. An unknown weight suddenly jumped on his back and tied his hands together.

“Redurtni! Ereh ouy era yhw?” An unfamiliar and foreign voice cried out.
“Help me please! I can’t move!” James yelled out in reply. He felt even more hopeless that a foreigner had appeared. How the hell was he going to communicate?

“Oh you speak the reverse language?” The voice now spoke a very familiar dialect to James’ delight.

“I won’t hurt anyone I swear! I’m just lost, please help me.” James pleaded.

The figure widened their eyes and quickly untied his hands and pulled a needle like object out of his neck. Without warning all the feeling in James’ body returned sending him into a quick spasm. He rolled over onto his knees to come face to face with an outstanding site. A short but fit wild girl with long fiery red hair stood before him. She wore brown tribal clothes and displayed weapons on her belt. James stood up quickly and she stepped back, startled. Her cautious eyes watched him warily and waited for his next move.

“I won’t hurt you. I crashed here in an airplane and don’t know what to do. I’m fucking lost. Where am I?” James asked.

“This is Bermuda Island. We never see outsiders like you. Who are you?” The girl replied.

“My name is James Hetfield from Metallica…wait, what?! I’m in that fucking Bermuda Triangle place where all that fucked up alien bullshit happens? And I’m on a fucking Island? Fuck man my luck can’t get any worse.” He felt completely hopeless and lowered his head.

“Metallica? I have not heard of that tribe before. You are lost you say? Well you cannot stay here without knowledge of our land. Come, I will offer you safety for now.” The girl grabbed him by the arm and led him towards a giant tree with hundreds of vines hanging from the many branches. She began to climb them with demonstrated skill and make her way upwards. James looked up and watched her, helpless of course. She looked back down, rolled her eyes and jumped down to his level again.

“You cannot climb James Hetfield?” She questioned.

“I’m not a fucking athlete. Usually I walked through a door for safety.” James remarked rudely. The girl raised an eyebrow and came up with a simpler plan. She tied a few vines around him and climbed up once again to a very high branch. Once on top she pulled the vines containing James’ body up to the branch. After a struggling attempt she managed to succeed and pull him onto the nest that rested on the branch.

“Wow you're tough for a chick!” James said. He gazed at the huge nest he was sitting in and peeked over the side. They were very high up off the ground but the nest was secure and provided some safety from whatever lurked below. Now was a good time to ask more questions.
“So what exactly did you do to me before? I couldn’t move!” James asked.

“I shot a tranquilizer needle at your neck. It injects a poison into your body that leaves it motionless, until the needle is removed, and then you regain full motion again. I let you go because you screamed for help and did not show signs of harm. I hope you are not hurt.” The girl explained, brushing her hand along his neck where the needle hit.

“I’m fine, just tired and hungry and very very lost.”

The girl pulled out a few fruits she had settled down in a cloth on the side of the nest and offered them to him. James, without hesitation, snatched them out of her hands and munched away into their sweet juicy flesh.

“Where are you from James Hetfield?”

“I’m from the USA, you know America, and you can just call me James. Do you have a name?”

“I have not heard of that land before along with your tribe Metallica. It must be very far away. My name is Shakari Chulyin but you can call me Kari for short. I belong to the Bermuda tribe.”

The girl removed her headgear and waved her hair around bringing James’ attention. He realized that this girl was rather attractive but tried not to stare, eating more of his fruits. He gazed out towards the land beyond the forest and noticed something that could quite possibly save his life. He jumped up and flailed his arms around after reassuring himself that it was in fact real.

“YES! That’s a radio tower. I’m saved!” James yelled at the top of his lungs. Kari was shocked and followed his arm as it pointed towards the grey man made structure.

“Kari, please help me get to that tower. It could just save my damn life.” James pleaded, holding her hands in his.

“That mysterious tree is far to the north James, it could take a long time to arrive there.” Kari replied.

“I don’t give a shit how long it takes, just help me stay alive and get there safely. I will owe my life to you. Also that isn’t a tree, it’s a radio tower but I guess you don’t know much about technology living out here.”

“Fine. But you must follow me and do as I say, or you die.”

James gulped at the possible outcome but nodded his head. He knew he had to get out of here and return home, to his safe and comfortable life, and his band mates Lars, Kirk and Jason.



'Shakari Chulyin' is actually my Inuit name :biggrin

Also if you want to see my inspiration of how my character looks and the James era, refer to the beginning of the fic :tu:

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James swimming naked :drool

Ok, well, I liked the language you came up with for Kari. At first I thought it was just random letters then I saw the reverse thing, went back over it, & figured out what it said haha.

Kari's really pretty & I love her name. I think it's cool that you used your Inuit name :)

This trip to the radio tower is gonna be interesting..
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Oh my God! Sharni! It's my first time back in fic world for a while and damn! What a great way to get back into it! I had to go back and read the story from the beginning because it had been too freaking long and I had no idea what was going on...and bam! James! On a deserted island! With a hot sexy chick!

Ohhhhhhhhhh Jamie you sexy thing you, swimming nude... :drool :drool

Love love love...you write really well hun! It's clever and succinct and imaginative. Looking forward to seeing what happens next!

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THANK YOU NIC YOU SEXY THING! :heart: I sent you a message about this and didn't realise you commented on it *facepalm* anyway here's an update!



Chapter 4.

Kari packed the small pouch that was attached to her left thigh with some essentials that the two might need on their journey. James waited impatiently, lying on the base of the nest with his hands behind his head. He was eager to get out of this weird place. He only knew of Bermuda as a strange area where odd and alien phenomenon happened and he was more than petrified at the possible dangers that could occur here.

“Are you sure you still want to travel all that way north James? It could take us weeks or even months! You could always stay…we have nice hunting grounds.” Kari offered.

“No fucking way! I want to go home as quick as possible!” James insisted.

“Well if you are ready it’s time to leave.” she replied.

James nodded and followed Kari down the same vine they used to climb the tree earlier that day. Once they landed on the ground below, Kari held her arm against James’ chest signaling him to stay still. She waited in silence until she deemed safe to move and on they went through the jungle. The jungle was thick with greenery and home to many creatures and insects. James jumped at almost everything they came in contact with which amused Kari a lot.

“Haha James you are one timid creature!” Kari teased.

James growled and continued to follow her lead closely. It took about half an hour to traverse the thickness of the jungle until they had finally reached the end. They curiously pulled apart the final trees to come face to face with a giant rocky cliff face. James’ face went white.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me!” He yelled and fell to his knees, palms flat on the ground in front of him. He hung his head in sheer disbelief as a feeling of more hopelessness washed over him.

“Should we set up camp for the night?” Kari asked placing one hand firmly on James’ shoulder.

“Why not just give up. This shit is hopeless. We get through that son of a bitch of a jungle and then this? This fucking giant rock!” James sighed.

Kari didn’t speak another word and instead began to set up a secure camp just below the towering cliff face. Before they both knew it, the sun had sunk and it was night. The fire was roaring and James and Kari both sat in silence for a few painful moments.

“Let’s not give up James! We can do this. You need to get home to your tribe!” Kari broke the silence.

“I guess I should stop moping and make an attempt.” He assured. “So why are you out here anyway?”

“I cannot remember clearly but I know I was never here in the beginning. When I was very young I lived in a completely different world but then one day something happened and I ended up here and I’ve been here ever since.” She whispered.

James was beginning to think that maybe she had been in the same situation as himself. As he was thinking away, Kari pulled out an item that looked a lot like a cassette tape and another closer look proved to be the real thing.

“All I have of my previous life is this odd relic. I have no idea what it is.” Kari handed James the cassette. He took a close look at it and his eyes began to widen.

“Holy fucking shit! This…is my cassette…” James gasped.

“What? No it’s not it’s mine!” Kari yelled snatching it back off him.

“No sorry I meant my band Metallica. It’s my band’s cassette tape! It’s a copy of our 'Ride The Lightning’ album. The words are a bit scratched but I know the name of my own album.” James’ eyes were glowing.

Kari raised an eyebrow but then lowered her head, trying so desperately to understand and connect with her past life. Maybe she was just like James before she ended up in this land. He certainly wasn’t from here and wherever he came from…wherever, she probably once lived there too. She started to cry and threw the tape away from her. James jumped up and sat beside her, picking the tape up on the way. He placed his arm around her and stroked her arm gently in an attempt to comfort her.

“I am sorry James, I am just so confused. I want to know, I want to remember, I want to learn about where I am really from.” She continued to sob.

“I know Kari. Just as I’m trying to figure out where the hell I am and try to get home. I really appreciate your help. Perhaps once you help me I could help you?” he asked.

“Really? You mean that? Thank you.” Kari replied with a sense of relief on her face.

The journey had just begun, not just for James but for Shakari as well. This journey was going to be a physical journey but also a mental and emotional journey. James felt a lot safer this night than his first and he was delighted to have some company in this strange land.

SHAKARI’S POV

It was all so strange. Out of nowhere a strange man arrives on Bermuda; he is from a completely different land and has an odd connection to my relic. He claims he created the content on it but why does it all sound so familiar? I can’t remember where I was before I ended up in this land but a lot of things that James Hetfield is explaining to me is just so close but distant at the same time. I really hope I can learn more about him and along the way, more about myself. I’m trying really hard to understand and remember but it isn’t getting anywhere at the moment. All I can do right now is try and let time do its magic. For now, the challenge in front of me, climb this cliff and help James return home.
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Ok, catching up again...I am terrible at the fic thread, I really am... :rolleyes:

OMG KARI HAS RTL!!!!! That came out of nowhere, wasn't expecting that!! AND I FUCKING LOVE IT!!!!! Oh oh oh and that's why it's called Don't Ever Forget...oh it's all coming together Sharni! *dancing* Oh I'm a bit too excited :D
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This is brilliant Sharni! I really love it. Please write more, I NEEEEEEEEED to know what happens next.
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