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Time Flies

Disclaimer: All characters, settings, and ideas from either
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them, but then, I�m not making money from them, either, so it all balances out.

Chapter 3 � Tell Me If You Can

Ebony�s
eyes went from Bernard � to Charlie � to Dimitri � and back to Bernard.
�You,�
she said ominously, picking the elf as the ringleader of the group of
intruders.
As she
began to advance on him, an expression of growing anger on her face, it
occurred to Bernard that perhaps teleporting everyone here had not been the
most thought-out of plans. �I can explain,� he said quickly, backing away. The
door slammed shut as Ebony moved out of the doorway and began to corner Bernard
against the wall, which did not bode well. �It�s like I said, Father Time sent
me � �
�Like hell
he did!� Ebony cut him off furiously. �How did you get in here? This is
breaking and entering! Not to mention the other charges I�m bringing against
you � try harassment at least, maybe even sexual harassment ��
�I never
did!� Bernard cried heatedly.
�You
impersonated my date in a deliberate and malicious attempt to stalk me,� Ebony
continued relentlessly. �Oh, stalking, that�s another good one. And slander, of
course. And don�t think you�ll be able to talk your way out of it, either. I am
going to call the police and get you arrested, and I am fucking well going to
see you convicted!�
�Not to
interrupt your rant or anything,� Dimitri spoke up as Ebony paused for breath,
� but I wan wanted to see if you were aware that there are three of us, and
only one of you.�
�And now
you�re threatening me?� Ebony did not appear daunted. �You�re only digging
yourself in deeper, pal. Besides, none of you are the type to hurt an innocent
and defenseless lady.�
Charlie had
some problems stifling his snort of laughter. When Ebony glared viciousl
hi
him, he coughed weakly and unconvincingly. �Uh � something caught in my
throat?�
�I really
don�t think you quite understand what�s going on here.� Bernard tried to get
Ebony to see reason. If that was at all possible with someone currently
trapping him in a corner and raging about things that� well, all right, things
that he�d technically done, but really, all in her best interests�
except for that sexual harassment charge, Bernard had no idea where she�d come
up with that�
�I
understand perfectlEbonEbony stormed. �You have enlisted two otherwise innocent
young men to break into my house and try to convince me of your mad delusions
of myths and fantasies!�
�But � �
�You have
made fraudulent and frankly despicable attempts to use my past as an orphan
against me for twisted purposes of your own that I don�t even want to know
about!�
�I didn�t �
�
�You used
illegal methods to get information on me that you couldn�t have gotten in any
other way!�
�I � �
Bernard stopped his protest. This was clearly not working. Time for a new
approach.
He
teleported across the room and sat down in a chair, wing ing her reaction.
�You � what
the hell?� Ebony spun around. �How did you do that?�
Bernard
smiled smugly. �Magic.�
Apparently
not willing to accept this, Ebony peered around the room, determined to find
hidden special effects machines. �You used mirrors, didn�t you?� she demanded.
�I read an article about that when I went to see The Phantom of the Opera.
It�s all done by mirrors.�
�I haven�t
got any mirrors,� Bernard pointed out logically.
Unfortunately,
logic was lost on Ebony. �There�s a mirror right behind you!� she snapped,
pointing at the wall. There was, indeed, a mirror there. Presumably it belonged
to Ebony, though at this point Bernard wouldn�t be surprised to learn it
didn�t.
�And what
do you think I did with this mirror to make myself move from one part of the
room to another?� Bernard asked. �I suppose I�m not really here at all � only a
reflection of me?�
�Stop
encouraging her,� Charlie said, giving Bernard a dirty look. �You�ll only upset
her even more. This isn�t an easy thing to accept.�
�And I
suppose you�d know all about it?� Ebony snapped. �Rigging the special effects
for him, are you?�
�No,�
Charlie said patiently. �Please, Ebony, try to think reasonably for a minute.�
�I am
perfectly reasonable!� Ebony�s eyes blazed threateningly as she spun towards
the teenager.
�Right,
sure, fine,� Charlie said hastily. �Never said wer weren�t. I just want you to
think about this with an open mind.�
Ebony
glared at him suspiciously. �If I have an open mind, you might convince me that
I�m wrong.�
�You are,�
Bernard said bluntly.
�I�m not!�
Ebony retorted. �There�s no such thingmagimagic. If there�s magic in the world,
how come I don�t know about it already?�
Bernard
rolled his eyes. �Ever heard of the Salem witch trials?�
�I did go
to school, you know!� Ebony said indignantly.
�Well,
that�s why you don�t know about it,� Bernard told her. �Besides, do you have
any idea how hard it would be for us to do our jobs with humans pestering us
every two minutes for some spell or other?�
Ebony eyed
him for a moment, and Bernard assumed she was considering this. However, her
mind appeared to have found something more interesting to think about. �You can
do other spells than jumping around?�
�You
believe me?� This was unexpected. Bernard wondered what had happened to
convince her.
�I want to
see you try magic,� Ebony replied, taking a seat directly opposite Bernard. She
leaned back, folding her arms challengingly. �So what else do you think you can
do?�
�I don�t
just think, I know,� Bernard said, irked. �I can teleport, but you�ve
seen that. I�m also good at telepathy, but it�s rude to try that without
permission. I suppose I could try telekinetics. It�s not really my specialty,
but I�m not bad at it.�
�Making
things move?� Ebony thought about this, then shook her head. �Too easy to rig.�
�In the
thirty seconds we were here before you came?� Bernard asked incredulously.
�You�ve got to be joking.�
�You could
have come earlier,� Ebony said haughtily. �I mean, you�ve just proved you can
break in perfectly easily. You could have got in while I was asleep at night
and fixed wires to things.� Having rekindled her own suspicions, Ebony glanced
at her possessions in distrust.
�And these
wires � they�d be invisible, would they?� Bernard shook his head. �No, never
mind. What do you expect me to do, then? Empathy can�t be demonstrated, and I�m
no good at reading the past or the future.�
�Do
something else, then,� Ebony commanded.
Bernard
stared at her. �I can�t. That�s it. There aren�t any other forms of magic.�
This wasn�t strictly true, since different races had different abilities, but
those six were the only forms of magic the Christmas elves could do.
�No
fireballs? No force fields? No mass destruction?� Ebony sounded almost
disappointed.
�No!�
Bernard scowled. �What do you take me for? Look, if you want a demonstration,
it�s one of those forms. Otherwise I�ll teleport you halfway across the world
and leave you there to decide how real that is!�
His
outburst did not appear to faze Ebony, possibly because she made so many
outbursts herself that she was used to them. �Okay,� she decided. �You can read
my mind.�
Bernard
blinked. �What?�
�You said
it was all right if I gave you permission. So tell me what I�m thinking right
now.� Ebony stared fixedly into the air above his head, apparently
concentrating on something or other.
Bernard
hesitated. It really was considered bad manners, verging on being actually
forbidden, to read a mind without the person�s consent. And permission or not,
Ebony really didn�t know what she was saying. For one thing, she wasn�t a telepath,
so she wouldn�t have any shields. He could read any part of her mind,
not just the part she wanted him to see. Not that he�d do so deliberately � he
did have some moral standards, thank you very much � but he might not be able
to avoid seeing some of it.
Ebony�s
gaze snapped back to the elf. �Well?� she demanded. �Or are you a lying serial
killer after all?�
Bernard�s
eyes narrowed. If she�d expected any privacy, she shouldn�t have given him
permission to read her mind in the first place. He Reached for her mind
with his.
:: �how
long I can string them along. I can�t remember the last time I was so amused.
This is better entertainment than cable � and it�s free. Just like �
hey! What�s he doing, staring at me like that? He�d better not be staring at my
chest. Wow, he looks kinda angry. Why � oh, I was supposed to think about stuff
for him, wasn�t I? Eh, what does it matter, he can�t really read my mind anyway
� ::
�Oh, can�t
I?� Bernard interrupted her train of thought, withdrawing his mind with a snap.
�Why did you ask me to try reading your mind, if you�re so convinced I can�t?
And furthermore, get it through your unnaturally colored head that there is a
vast difference between the look of disgust I was giving you and staring at
your chest, so you can just pop that inflated ego of yours! Understand?�
Ebony�s
eyes were wide. �You did it,� she breathed in � was that awe? Yes, it
was. She was in awe of him. �You actually read my mind.�
�I told you
I would,� Bernard said, now seriously angry. �Are you quite through doubting,
or would you like more of a show? Amusing, am I? Free entertainment? I�ll give
you free entertainment, you ungrateful little spawn of Time! How would you like
to be stranded in Russia? The questions from the government would sure be
entertaining � from my point of view!�
�Bernard!�
It was only when Charlie grabbed the elf�s arm that Bernard realized this was
the third time the teenager had tried to get his attention.
�What?�
Charlie
looked into Bernard�s eyes firmly. �Calm. Down.� When he was convinced the elf
wouldn�t fly into another rage without added provocation, he released Bernard�s
arm. �Look � you�ve upset her again.�
�She�s
upset me!� Bernard snarled. �Entertainment! Did you hear her?�
�No,�
Charlie said, his patience starting to sound forced. �This would be because she
was thinking it. Unlike you, I can�t read minds.�
�Oh.�
Bernard blinked. �Well, she thiwe�rwe�re here solely for her amusement. She has
been deliberately making things difficult for us, for no reason
whatever.�
�Can I say
something?� Ebony asked, getting over her shock at the long rant she�d been
subjected to.
�No!�
Charlie
ignored Bernard. �Yes. But I�d really rather you didn�t try to make this harder
than it has to be.�
�I won�t,�
Ebony assured him. �I just wanted to say that I still think that disbelieving
you was completely justifiable. And I admit I did try to cause you problems �
which I won�t apologize for.� She glared defiantly at Bernard, who glowered
right back at her. �I cause problems for everyone. If I stopped just because
people don�t like it, I�d never get anything done.�
�I don�t
suppose you could stop for a while?� Charlie asked hopefully. �You saw that
Bernard really did read your mind � give us a chance to explain it.�
�Okay.�
Bernard
gaped at her. �That�s it? Okay? After everything you�ve put me through
to convince you � okay?�
�What, you
wanted a refusal?� Ebony shrugged. �Okay is what you get.� She gestured to the
other chairs. �Sit down, if you like.�
Dimitri,
who had been watching from the hallway while trying to stay as uninvolved as
possible, entered the room and chose to sit on the couch beside Ebony. Bernard
didn�t envy him the position. Realizing that at some point during his tirade
he�d gotten up, he sat back down, facing the two children of Time. Charlie sat
to their left, on the front of the elevated brick fireplace.
�So magic
does exist,� Dimitri said thoughtfully, once they were all settled.
�You bet it
does,� Bernard replied. �It comes from either birth or belief. You have birth
magic, coming from your heritage as Father Time�s children.�
�I always
thought Father Time was just a myth,� Ebony said suspiciously.
�He is,�
Bernard said. �Who says myths can�t be real? Most myths are. Charlie is the son
of Santa Claus.�
Ebonyrnedrned to peer at Charlie in disbelief. �You�re kidding.�
�Nope.�
Charlie smiled brightly. �Honest to goodness. Dad took me up to the North Pole
when I was little, and Mom called the police to get him arrested for
kidnapping.�
�You know,
I think I remember reading about that in the papers,� Dimitri said, frowning.
�They were all making a big fuss because this man thought he was Santa Claus
and made his son believe they were going to the North Pole. That was you?�
Charlie
nodded. �Mom and Neil � my step dad � reacted pretty much the same way you two
did. They thought Dad was a lunatic.�
�Wait a
second.�ny�sny�s eyebrows knit together in a frown. �Your dad is Santa Claus,
right? So why didn�t he tell your mom when he married her in the first place?�
�He wasn�t
Santa then,� Bernard explained. �Look, Santa�s magic is based on children�s
belief in Christmas. He�s not magical in himself, but he gets magical powers as
the physical manifestation of the spirit of Christmas. However, Santa is still
mortal, so he can still die. Once a person becomes Santa, he usually stays for
around seventy to one hundred years, barring accidents.�
�So the
former Santa died and Charlie�s father became the new Santa.� Dimitri paused in
thought. �But how did you find him? Or did you just pick someone at random?�
�The old
Santa fell off Dad�s roof,� Charlie told them. �Dad found the sleigh, put on
the suit and delivered the toys, and when the reindeer took him back to the
North Pole, Bernard said that Dad had to be the new Santa.�
Ebony
smirked. �So what you�re saying is, your dad offed the old guy to get the job.�
�No!�
Bernard glared at her. �Don�t talk about Santa that way!�
�Well,
anyway, we can give you my background later,� Charlie interrupted, cutting off
the argument. �Your magic isn�t based on belief, so this isn�t really
important. Right, Bernard?�
�Right.�
Bernard decided to look at Dimitri, since Ebony was too upsetting to pay
attention to. �Father Time has the other kinds of magic. He was born with the
ability to control Time. He isn�t immortal, but he�s very old � nearly as old
as Time itself. Since his magic is a part of him, it passes on to his
descendants � the four of you.�
Bernard
stopped talking for a moment to give them a chance to absorb this. Finally,
Dimitri said, �So, supposing we really do have magic, why don�t we know about
it?�
�Right now,
your magic is hidden in your subconscious,� Bernard explained. �You�re half
magical, but you�re also half human. That tends not to work out too well � the human
half can�t accept the magical half. However, the magic is still there,
affecting the world around you.�
�So I could
subconsciously stop time if I wanted to?� Ebony sounded a little too pleased
with that idea.
�Don�t joke
about that!� Bernard snapped. �You could, and it would be a disaster! Ts
ws
why I had to take time away from my work to come find you. You�ve already
started changing Time in little ways, and you have to be stopped from doing
anything worse.�
�Stopped
how?� Dimitri asked guardedly. �That sounds a little too like killing us for
the good of humanity.�
�Nothing
that bad,� Bernard assured him. �Once I�ve found your brother and sister, I�ll
take you to meet your father. Then you get to decide whether you want to become
entirely human or entirely magical. If you want to be human, you�ll be like
Charlie � you�d get visiting privileges, and you�d be able to see and talk to
any of the other magical people you meet. Other than that, your life would play
out normally, with the usual human lifespan.�
�What if we
want to be magical?� Ebony prompted, when he paused.
�I was
getting to that.� Bernard scowled at her. �If you choose to become magical,
there are positions in the Workings of Time that you can fill. Right now, the
Moments � Father Time�s assistants � do these things, but it�s really a big job
for them. Each season is meant to have a supervisor. I guess those of you who
want to stay would pick a season and take control of it. Your magic would
surface then, of course, so your father would train you, and you�d have a much
longer lifespan.�
�How long we we have to think this over?� Dimitri wanted to know.
�A while
yet,� Bernard told him. �I still have to find Bianca and Sherwin. Then, after
you�ve met Father Time and spent some time with him in the Workings of Time,
you�ll make a decision.�
�How are
you going to find those other two?� Ebony asked. �For that matter, how�d you
find us?� She looked at him suspiciously.
Before she
could come up with another crazy theory like the mirror idea, Bernard sa�I
�I
have a magical compass. It tells me how to find each of you once you enter New
York. It also produces a force drawing you towards it.�
�That�s
what made me go into that bread shop,� Dimitri said in realization.
�Exactly.�
Bernard nodded, pleased at how well they understood so far. �The power drawing
your siblings should be stronger, as long as you�re close to the compass.�
�I want to
see this compass,� Ebony said.
�What, do
you think I�m making it up?� Bernard shook his head. �Don�t answer that. All
right.� He took the chain from around his neck and handed it over. �Don�t break
it.�
�I don�t
break things,� Ebony said absently, studying the device. �It�s got my name on
it. And a little button.� Before Bernard could say anything, she pressed the
button beside her name. Her name glowed silver, and the arrow in the center
spun to point at her. She laughed delightedly. �Hey, this is great! I want
one.�
�There
aren�t any others. Your father had this one made specially,� Bernard told her,
staring at her in astonishment. He hadn�t expected her to be so elated at a
simple magical tool. Apparently, he�d misjudged her at some point.
�Oh. Ah,
well.� Ebony passed it back without any argument. �Can I have it once you�ve
found the other two?�
�I don�t
see why not,� Bernard said, shrugging. �I won�t want it.�
�Getting
back on topic, may I ask a question?� Dimitri regained their attention. �We�ve
established that Ebony and I are the children of Father Time. Also, Charlie
here is Santa Claus�s son. I think I understand all that. What I don�t
understand is why Santa Claus sent someone to find us instead of Father Time.�
�Didn�t I
say?� Bernard frowned. �I guess I didn�t. Well, Father Time only has the
Moments under his command. The Moments are little fairies � fine at dealing
with Time, but not so good at interacting with the human world. But Santa Claus
does have workers who can move in this world, if need be.�
Dimitri
looked blank. However, an expression of fiendish glee had started to grow on
Ebony�s face. �You aren�t human, are you?� she said, grinning wickedly. �You�re
an elf.�
�An elf.�
Dimitri gazed intently at Bernard. �Is she right?�
�Yes,�
Bernard admitted, much as he disliked granting her the victory of guessing
correctly.
�You know,
I never wondered why you kept that hat covering your ears.� Dimitri laughed. �I
should have picked up on that. After all, you did say you work for Santa Claus.�
�Well, I �
hey!� Bernard snatched at his hat, but it was in vain. Ebony had already
removed it. She studied his ears with the same delight she�d displayed over the
compass.
�They�re pointy!�
�Of course
they�re pointy,� Bernard snapped irritably. �They�re elf ears. My ears,
to be more specific. As in, attached to my head. And I do not appreciate you
gawking at them.�
�But
they�re cute!� Ebony said, sounding like she was about fifteen years younger.
�Can I t one one?�
�No!�
Bernard jerked away from the madwoman. Why in the world would she want to touch
his ears? Maybe she�d been warped by her half-magical heritage. The
alternatives didn�t bear thinking about.
�Okay,
then.� Ebony shrugged philosophically and returned to her seat.
�So
anyway,� Dimitri said, giving his sister an odd glance, �now what happens? We
just stick with you and your compass until our other siblings show up?�
�But I have
things to do,� Ebony objected. �I�m not hanging around waiting who knows how
long for these two people to show up.�
�It won�t
be that long,� Bernard told her. �Two weeks at the most.�
�Two weeks?�
�That�s
right,� Bernard snapped. �Two weeks. And since I have to be here with
you instead of at the North Pole where I�m supposed to be, you can just shut up
and deal with it.�
�Oh, come
on, I�m sure Santa has millions of elves,� Ebony said dismissively.
�He
doesn�t, you know,� Charlie told her. �This close to Christmas, it might be
near a thousand, but it�s usually less. There are lots of elves living at the
North Pole, but they don�t all work for Santa. Most of them just live there,
like ordinary people.�
�We are ordinary
people,� Bernard protested. �Well� except for the magic part. And the living
for thousands of years part. But other than that!�
�Thousands
of�� Dimitri trailed off, peering at Bernard. �You are that old, aren�t you? I
can� sort of tell� by looking at you.�
Ebony
followed suit, examining Bernard in a way that made him feel like a broken toy
under the magnifying glass. �I can, too,� she said, surprised. �You�re two
thousand, one hundred, and fifty-four, aren�t you?�
�Um.�
Bernard thought for a second. �I think so.�
�You think
so?� Ebony raised an eyebrow. �Don�t you know?�
�No, as a
matter of fact, I don�t,� Bernard said defensively. �After the first few
centuries, you start losing track.�
�Well,
you�ve aged well,� Dimitri said, preventing the conversation from escalating
into something nastier. �You don�t look two thousand.�
�Humans and
elves age differently,� Bernard said shortly.
�Well.�
Ebony stood up. �All aging aside, I still have places to go. Your compass will
just have to do with only one of us.�
�Where
exactly do you plan to go?� Bernard wanted to know, standing so that they were
on an equal level.
�A museum,�
she told him condescendingly. �For my art history class on the Renaissance. The
professor said that Thanksgiving weekend it may be, but he still wanted us to
visit this museum before the display moved to another city.�
�Can�t you
wait a few days?� Bernard asked, tryiot tot to beg. �The longer you stay near
this compass, the quicker it will all be over.�
Ebony
shrugged. �That�s your problem, not mine. I�m going to the Metropolitan museum.
You can do what you like.�
�We could
go with you,� Charlie suggested. �I mean, it�s not like museums are forbidden
places or anything.�
�Well, I
don�t really have anything else to do,� Dimitri said, standing so he didn�t
have to look up at the other two. �If you want us to stick together, we can do
that just as well at the museum as here.� He paused. �However, I do have one
request.�
Bernard
sighed in resignation. �What?�
Dimitri
looked slightly awkward. �Can we go back to that bread shop? My car�s stitherthere.�

***

�Aren�t you
done yet?� Charlie slumped on a bench in one of the many � far too many �
galleries Ebony had dragged them into. �We�ve seen thousands of paintings.�
Ebony paid
no attention to him, studying the paintings with interest.
�Bernard?�
Seeing that Ebony couldn�t care less, Charlie switched the object of his pleas.
�Are we done? We�ve been here all morning.�
�Hmm?�
Bernard looked up. Like Charlie, he�d actually seemed to like visiting the
museum at first. Unlike Charlie, he�d continued to like it after they�d been
there for hours. �You said you�d stay if Ebony wanted to.�
�But it�s
boring,� Charlie complained. Some of the other museum patrons shot him dirty
looks.
Dimitri
laid a hand on Charlie�s shoulder. �You shouldn�t say that,� he whispered. �Or
at least, not so loudly.�
�It isn�t
boring,� Bernard said, frowning. �I thought you liked art.�
�Teenage
boys might like art in small doses,� Dimitri said, �but you have to admit, this
is a lot for him.�
�That�s
because you haven�t been paying proper attention to the paintings,� Ebony told
him firmly. �Look at this one here.� Ignoring Charlie�s protests, she grabbed
his hand and marched him over to one of the paintings. �Isn�t it interesting?�
Charlie
gave in and looked at the painting dutifully. A Hunt in the Forest, it
was called. He thought it looked rather dull � just a bunch of guys prancing
around on horses. �It�s� very nice,� he told Ebony. �But� it�s not that good, is
it? Kindlikelike a cartoon?�
Ebony gave
him a withering look. �This is one of the early works on perspective, this is,�
she told him, irritated. �Can�t you at least try to see beyond the
Saturday morning aspect?�
�Um.�
Charlie stared at it a moment more. �It�s very green.�
�Green?�
Bernard had come up behind them, and he was staring at Charlie in incredulity.
�You can�t say anything about this painting but green?�
�You should
hear what he said about it earlier,� Ebony said ominously. �A cartoon, he called
it. A cartoon � about a painting by the man who first used perspective in art!�
Bernard
frowned. �What, Uccello?� He shook his head. �No, Uccello wasn�t the first,
that was Masaccio.�
�Ruskin
said it was Uccello,� Ebony insisted.
�Well, he
was deluded,� Bernard said positively. �It was Masaccio. I remember.�
Charlie
sighed, taking advantage of this to escape back to the bench where Dimitri was.
�I thought they didn�t like each other,� he grumbled.
Dimitri
laughed. �That was until Ebony realized that he lived through all the art
periods she�s studying. Now I think she views him as a talking history book.�
�That she
can have screaming matches with,� Charlie added, as Bernard shouted something
about Uccello being a daft old lunatic who�d preferred to mess about with
perspective than spend time with his wife. Ebony�s reply was extremely rude,
and not at all fair to poor Masaccio.
It was at that point that one of
the security guards came to make very pointed remarks about how some people
like to experience art in peace and quiet. Ebony did not take well to this
suggestion.
Ten minutes
later, they were on the street outside the museum.
�I can�t
believe you got kicked out of the art museum,� Charlie said, trying not to
grin. It was a lost cause.
�We didn�t
get kicked out,� Bernard told him. �We just� chose to leave at a time when we
were no longer wanted.�
Ebony
sniffed. �This is entirely your fault,� she said to Bernard.
�My
fault?� He gaped at her. �You�re the one with the delusions about Uccello and
perspective!�
�You�re the
one who ca me me a liar,� Ebony said haughtily.
�No, I said
you had incorrect informa,� B,� Bernard said. �It�s different.�
�Look,�
Dimitri interrupted soothingly, �both artists are dead now, anyway. Does it
really matter either way?�
�Yes!�
Bernard and Ebony glared at him.
�Fine.�
Dimitri sighed and shrugged. �Go ahead and argue, then. I won�t stop you.�
As they
headed for the two cars � Ebony�s and Dimitri�s � Dimitri whispered to Charlie,
�So, do you think Santa and Father Time will get together and ground them for
getting kicked out of a museum?�
Ebony and
Bernard looked up suspiciously at the sound of laughter, but they decided it
couldn�t possibly be as interesting as dead artists. They went back to their
current argu.
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