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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

The summer classes were just letting out when Daniel and Danny pulled up across the street.  Telling Danny to stay in the car, Daniel got out and walked across the street as he scanned the crowd of teenagers, hoping that the one he was looking for would exit through the main doors.

A couple of minutes later, Daniel spotted a familiar figure in the crowd of teens and walked toward him.  The person saw the archeologist a moment later.  With an expression of surprise, the clone of Jack O'Neill came up to him.  They hadn't seen each other since the day the younger Jack left the SGC to start his new life.

"Daniel?  What are you doing here?" the teenaged Jack asked.  "Is something wrong?"

"No, not exactly.  I wanted you to meet somebody."

Daniel began walking with Jack toward his car.  He motioned for Danny to get out, who exited the car on the other side, then moved around to stand behind it.

The teenager's eyes widened as he stared at the little boy.  "Daniel, what's going on?"

The two of them came to a stop before the child.  "Danny, I'd like you to meet the other Jack O'Neill.  Jack, this is the other Daniel Jackson."

"You're a clone?" the two surprised younger people blurted out.

"I think we'd better go someplace else to talk," Daniel said.

They all got into Daniel's car, and he drove them to the nearest park.

"Okay, I think some explanations are in order," Jack's clone said as they reached a picnic table well away from the others who were in the park.

"Are you really a clone of Uncle Jack?" Danny asked him.

The teen's mouth quirked upward.  "Uncle Jack?  Yep, I'm a clone of him, unfortunately."

"You're older than me.  Did the machine make you older or were you made a long time ago?"

Jack's clone looked at Daniel questioningly.  "Machine?"

"Danny was created off-world by a civilization that was cloning people in an attempt to increase their population."

"And they decided that you were good cloning material?"

"Yes, unbeknownst to me."

"Ah."  The teenaged Jack looked back down at Danny.  "I was cloned by one of the Asgard.  You know who they are?"

"Uh huh.  Uncle Jack says that they're all clones.  Why did they clone you?  You're not an Asgard."

"That is a long, long story, kid, too long to get into now."  Jack's clone shook his head, looking at the adult Daniel.  "You know, it really doesn't surprise me that, if anyone else in the SGC was going to get cloned, it would be you.  In fact, I'd have bet money on it."

"Why?" Danny asked.

"Because a lot of the weird stuff that happens ends up happening to Daniel . . . or me . . . uh, my older self, that is."

"Do you have all Jack's memories?"

"Everything up to the time I was made, which was a few months ago."

"I only have the memories Daniel had when he was my age."

"You should count yourself lucky.  There's so much crammed into Daniel's adult head that it would probably split your littler head wide open if all of it was put in there."

"It would not!" Danny said.  "You're making that up."

Jack's clone smiled slightly.  "Smart kid.  Gee, now there's a surprise."

Just then, there was the familiar sound of an ice cream truck approaching.

"Can I have some ice cream?" Danny asked.

"May I," Daniel corrected.

"May I?"

Daniel fished into his pocket and pulled out a couple of dollars, handing them to the boy.

"Do you want an ice cream, Jack?" Danny asked.

"Nope, I'm good."

"Don't get more than one, Danny," Daniel told the boy.  "I don't want you spoiling your dinner."

Danny ran off as the ice cream truck came into view.  It stopped for him and some other children who had been in the park.

"So, you got yourself cloned," the teenager said.

"Not on purpose, I assure you," Daniel responded.

"What does everyone else think of this?"

"Actually, they've been great.  Everybody loves Danny."

Jack's clone studied his face.  "You're taking care of him?"

"Yeah.  There was no question in my mind that I was the best one to do it."  Daniel paused.  "The last memory Danny was given by the cloning machine was of my parents' death."

"Damn," the teen cursed.  "Is he all right?"

"He wasn't at first, but he's a whole lot better now.  Everyone's been helping with that.  He's still got a ways to go, though.  Every once in a while, something happens to set him back.  He's terrified that I or one of the other people he cares about will die."

"What a rough break.  So, what does all this mean for you?  Are you going to stay on SG-1?"

Daniel's gaze dropped to the grass between his feet.  "No.  I'm going to leave the team."  He looked over at Danny, who was talking to one of other children who had gotten ice cream.  "The others don't know yet, except for Sam.  I'm on leave right now."

"You're not really happy about it, are you."  The answer was pretty obvious to the teenaged Jack.

"I'm doing what's best for Danny."

"You never change, do you."

Daniel looked at him questioningly.

"You're always doing what's best for other people and never what's best for you."

"What's best for Danny is what's best for me," Daniel insisted.  "He's my responsibility, and I care about him."  There was no way that he was going to get into the other reason why he was leaving the team.

"That may be so, but when are you going to allow yourself to have what you really want, Daniel?"

If Daniel didn't know better, he'd swear that Danny wasn't the only person who could read his thoughts.

Danny came running up to them, a fudgecicle in his hand, already half-eaten.

"Want a bite?" the boy asked his fellow clone, holding the ice cream out to him.

"No, it's all yours."

Danny asked Daniel the same question and was given a similar answer.

"Who's the boy you were talking to?" Daniel asked.

"His name's Patrick.  He's here with his mom and little sister."

"Do you want to play with him for a while?"

Danny didn't answer for a moment.  "I don't know.  He doesn't know the secret either."

"Secret?" Jack's clone questioned.

"That I'm a clone and Daniel isn't really my dad."

"No, he doesn't," Daniel said, "but neither will any other children you meet."

"But what if I mess up again?"

"I'm sure you won't.  You just have to be very careful about what you say."  Daniel looked at the boy closely.  "You don't have to play with him if you don't want to, Danny, but it really would be okay if you do."

Danny gave it some more thought.  "I guess it would be okay."

Daniel gave him a smile.  "Good.  Go on over there and play, then."  He watched as the boy ran over to where Patrick and a little girl about five years old were playing.

"It's a big secret for a little kid to keep," Jack's clone remarked.  "How much does he know about everything?"

"As much as we thought he needed to . . . plus a little bit more about some things."

"So, how are you coping with suddenly being a single father?"

"Mostly okay.  It's tough sometimes."

"Yes, I can imagine so.  It's probably a lot easier when you get to start from the beginning.  It gives you a few years to get the hang of parenting before they reach the age where they'll remember all the mistakes you made.  But then, I didn't have to deal with raising a genius.  It's a good thing that you're one, too.  So, what grade will he be going into?"

"As far as his memory is concerned, he's already started fourth grade, so that's probably what he'll be put in when school begins in the fall . . . at least I hope so."

The younger version of Jack looked at him sharply.  "What's wrong?"

Daniel told him about the telepathic connection and the problem with the Pentagon.

"Well, I sure was right when I said most of the weird stuff happens to you," the teenager responded.  "You have no idea how glad I am that there's no telepathy going on between me and my original."

"I really wish it wasn't going on between us either, especially now.  I told the Pentagon that, if they insisted on Danny remaining at the SGC, I'd quit, figuring that, if I was no longer involved in a top secret program. . . ."

"Danny wouldn't be getting any more classified stuff from your head."

"Yeah.  But I'm worried that they'll still demand that he live on the base because of the knowledge he already has."

"They allowed Cassie to live off-base, and she's an alien," Jack's clone pointed out.

"Cassie was twelve at the time; Danny's eight.  There's a big difference."

"Yeah, you're right about that.  Eight-year-olds aren't the best in the world when it comes to keeping secrets.  I know that from experience."

"Actually, I was very good at keeping secrets at that age, and Danny's been doing pretty well, too."

"If it means that you'll quit, I'd say that the Pentagon will back off," Jack's clone reasoned.  "The people in the program aren't going to want to lose you.  You're too valuable."

"I was gone for a year, Jack, and the Stargate Program went on fine without me.  If they're really set on this, they'll just point that out to the ones who don't want me to leave."

Jack's clone had a few arguments that he could make about that, but he decided to hold off on it.  "So, if you do have to quit, what are you going to do?"

"I have no idea.  Even though it's been well over seven years, the stigma of my theories and that last lecture is still going to be on me.  I'm not sure what kind of job I could get in the archeological community.  My best bet might be to go back to Egypt, find a dig somewhere and work my way back into it.  Danny probably wouldn't mind that, not if he could stay with me on the digs.  It's what he knows best.  But he'd miss everyone here."

"And so would you," the teenaged Jack guessed.

Daniel sighed softly.  "Yeah."

"Well, don't start making any travel plans yet, Daniel.  I still believe that the brass isn't going to be willing to lose you.  What does my other self have to say about this?"

"He doesn't know yet.  He and Teal'c are on a mission right now."

"Well, just have him complain to the president.  The guy likes us, you know."

Daniel smiled slightly.  "I'll do that."  He looked at the clone of his friend.  "I didn't ask how you're doing."

"Oh, I'm getting by.  It's been a bit of an adjustment.  It's weird going to high school again.  Didn't care for it so much the first time around, so I'm trying to enjoy it more this time.  Doing a lot better at keeping my grades up.  The biggest problem is that everyone is so damn young."

"So are you, physically."

"You know what I mean."

"Yes, I do.  I'm really glad that Danny doesn't have all of my memories.  I wouldn't want to even think about being stuck in the body of an eight-year-old with the mind of an adult."

"That would not be pleasant," Jack agreed.  "It's bad enough being stuck in the body of a fifteen-year-old.  At least I'm past the worst part of puberty."

"So, why did you decide to attend summer classes?" Daniel asked.

"So that I can get my diploma sooner.  I may be trying to enjoy high school more this time around, but being in class with a bunch of fifteen and sixteen-year-olds is getting a bit old.  I want to get out of here and into college.  Now, that will be a blast.  Frat parties, sorority girls, all the stuff you don't get to do when going to the academy."

"Then you're not going into the Air Force again?"

"I can't.  My fingerprints and DNA would come up as belonging to Jack O'Neill.  There's also the fact that I really wouldn't look forward to being in the lower ranks again.  I got used to being a colonel, and it would rub me the wrong way taking orders from a captain or major.  So, I might get into flying private planes, chartering or something.  No big commercial jets, though.  That's boring.  Heck, if I do that, I'll probably be logging more flight hours than the other me does.  That was one of the biggest drawbacks about being in the program, not getting to fly as much as I would have liked to."

Silence fell between them as they watched Danny play.

"Thanks, Daniel," Jack's clone suddenly said.

The archeologist looked at him, giving him a small smile and a nod.  There was no need for explanations.  Daniel understood how hard it must be for this teenager before him who possessed the mind and memories of the man who was one of Daniel's best friends.  This Jack O'Neill had been forced to give up everything, his whole life, including all his friends.  Daniel could imagine how difficult it was for him, to be completely cut off from everything and everyone.

"You know, if you ever need a babysitter for the little squirt, I might be available," Jack's clone told him.  "It would be a trip babysitting a little you.  Of course, he'll probably be nearly as big a pain in the ass as you are, but I think I can handle it."

Daniel's smile widened.  "I'll keep you in mind when I need someone to take care of him."  He paused a moment.  "I know that you'll probably say no, but . . . the Fourth of July party is coming up, and I just thought that maybe you'd like to come."

"I don't think that would be a good idea, Daniel, though I appreciate you asking."

Not surprised by the answer, Daniel just nodded.

"Well, I guess I should get going," the teenager said.  "Got a history test tomorrow that I need to study for.  Hey, you wouldn't consider giving me a hand on that, would you?  You know, like give me a cheat sheet on anything and everything you know about the history of China?"

"Asking me to help you cheat on a test, Jack?  Shame on you."

"Well, it was worth a try.  Oh, and, just so you know, I'm not going by 'Jack'.  As much as I don't like the name, I'm using 'Jon', though I decided to drop the 'H' and make it short for 'Jonathan'."

Daniel nodded, understanding the logic of the decision to go by a different name.  As it was, there could be a problem if, when Jack's clone got a few years older, someone noticed the uncanny resemblance between him and the elder Jack O'Neill.  Daniel didn't know what cover story had been created for that eventuality.

"And your last name?" he asked.

"O'Brien.  Mom and Dad would roll over in their graves if I didn't use an Irish name.  Besides, I'm kind of fond of that 'O'.  Didn't get to keep the two 'L's, though."

Daniel smiled at the remark.  He called to Danny to come say goodbye to "Jon."  The boy came running over.

"I've gotta get going, kiddo," the older clone said.  "It was great meeting you.  We'll have to get together sometime and hang out.  We clones need to stick together, you know."

"That would be cool," Danny responded.

Jon tousled his hair, then stood up.  "You two take good care of each other, okay?"

"We will," the boy assured him.

Daniel met the teen's eyes.  "Bye, Jack . . . Jon.  We'll see you again."

"I'm looking forward to it."

With a little touch of sadness, Daniel watched Jack's clone walk away and disappear from view.


A call came from Sam the next afternoon.  "Daniel, I thought you should know that we've got a big problem here.  We tested Felger's virus this morning, uploaded it to P5S-117, and, somehow, it caused the whole gate network to go down.  None of the gates can dial out except for us.  We think the virus triggered a correlative update, which ended up causing the scrambled gate coordinates to be transmitted throughout the network.  You see, that's how the virus works, by corrupting the dialing information in the infected DHD.  Our gate is the only one that can still dial out because we don't use a DHD.  We've got twelve teams stranded off-world."

"Jack and Teal'c?" Daniel asked worriedly.

"They're among the ones stranded, as are Doctor Bowman and SG-21.  And it's even worse.  The gate going down has caused things on P3C-249 to get really bad.  All of the Jaffa leaders started accusing each other of being responsible.  We don't know who, but one of them apparently sold everyone out to the Goa'uld.  The last we know is that they were all under attack.  On top of that, the situation on P3L-997 is deteriorating rapidly.  The whole area is flooding.  When we talked to them last, they were estimating that the entire city would be under water within two days."

Daniel thought about the fact that, if it hadn't been for his accident, he'd be on that planet rather than Bowman.

"And, to add insult to injury, Ba'al is apparently taking advantage of the situation and attacking the other System Lords," Sam added, "and he's winning."

"Can you fix it?"

"We're working on it."

"I suppose there isn't anything I can do."

"No, I just thought that I should tell you.  I'll let you know as soon as I have some news."

Daniel hung up the phone, extremely worried about Jack and Teal'c, as well as Doctor Bowman and SG-21.  He was very careful to hide his concerns from Danny, though, not wanting to frighten the boy.

It was many hours later that another call came from Sam.

"Everyone is okay, Daniel," she told him.  "The gate network is back up."

"Thank God."

Sam explained what happened.  It turned out that the reason the entire network went down was that Ba'al had detected the virus, which had originally been uploaded to a gate under his control, and altered it to infect the whole network.  He most likely figured that, with the Stargates down, he could strike against the other System Lords with the advantage of having the biggest fleet available to him.  The other System Lords would be unable to use the gates to call for reinforcements.

Because an attempt to set things right didn't work, Felger and Sam had already guessed that, somehow, instead of just transmitting the scrambled gate coordinates, the infected DHD had also transmitted the virus itself, but they were unaware of Ba'al's tampering.  Believing that it was the only way they could fix things, Sam and Felger went to the planet originally infected with the virus to reboot the system by removing the control crystal and upload an anti-virus.  That's when they discovered what Ba'al had done.  While Felger was busy altering the anti-virus to work on the changed virus, some of Ba'al's Jaffa began attacking.  Sam and Felger were rescued by Jack and Teal'c, who, with the help of the other SG team and the rebel Jaffa, had managed to capture the Al'Kesh that had been attacking them.

"Felger made sure this could never happen again," Sam said in conclusion.

"Wow.  It sounds like I missed all the excitement."

"Oh, trust me.  You're lucky that you were able to stay out of it.  This was not fun.  If I ever go along with one of Felger's so-called scientific breakthroughs again, please shoot me.  I beg you."

Daniel grinned.  "Maybe shooting Felger would be the better idea."

"Oh, he'll be lucky if Colonel O'Neill doesn't do that.  Teal'c, the colonel and the other team are flying home in the Al'Kesh, so they're not back yet."

"I'm relieved that everyone is okay.  Did Doctor Bowman and SG-21 get everybody off P3L-997?"

"Yes, they did, and just in the nick of time.  Another hour or so, and the gate would have been underwater."  Daniel heard Sam talking to someone else in the room.  "I need to get going, Daniel," she told the archeologist.

"Okay.  Thanks for calling, Sam."

Jack dropped by that evening about an hour before Danny's bedtime.

"Uncle Jack, how come you never told me that you had a clone?" Danny asked just a few minutes after the man got there.

Jack froze in surprise.  "How did you find out?"

"Daniel took me to see him."

Jack turned to Daniel.  "Why the heck did you do that?"

"Because Ferretti let the cat out of the bag."

Danny looked at the two adults.  "You didn't want me to know?"

"No, it's not that we didn't want you to know," Jack replied.  "It's just that, uh, well. . . ."

"Jack is embarrassed about having been cloned, Danny," Daniel explained, "especially because of how and why it happened."

"So, why did the Asgard clone him?"

Jack turned back to Daniel.  "Did you tell him that or did he?"

"He did."

"Oh."  Jack returned his attention to the boy.  "It was just one of the Asgard that did it, and he did it without permission from the others.  He wanted to do some experiments on me.  He created the clone to take my place so that nobody would know I was missing.  But there was a screw-up, and the clone didn't mature all the way."

"What kind of experiments?  Did they hurt?"

"I don't remember the experiments, but, no, I don't think they hurt.  He was trying to find out some stuff that he thought would help the Asgard.  But it didn't, and Thor was pretty ticked off when he found out what Loki had done."

"Loki is the Norse god of mischief," Danny said.

Jack looked at Daniel.  "For cryin' out loud, Daniel.  Exactly how much mythology did your parents stuff into your head?"

"A lot," was Daniel's succinct reply.

"Why doesn't your clone live with you like I live with Daniel?" Danny asked.  A short, somewhat uncomfortable silence followed.

"Uh, well, you see, my clone is a lot older than you," Jack replied, "and, since he had all of my adult memories, he didn't need anyone to take care if him.  He's able to take care of himself."

"Why are you embarrassed about him?"  Danny looked at Daniel.  "Are you embarrassed about me?"

"No.  Absolutely not, Danny," the archeologist instantly replied.  "In fact, you are one of the best things that's ever happened to me."

Danny smiled.  "I am?"

Daniel ran his hand through the boy's hair.  "Yes, you are.  I'm very glad that you came into my life, into our lives."

"That goes for me, too," Jack stated.  "We like having you around."  Wanting to get the subject off his clone, he then said, "So, tell me what you guys have been up to while I was gone."

An hour later, Danny was asleep in bed, and the two men were back on the couch.

"So . . . how's the mini-me doing?" the colonel asked a little hesitantly.

"As well as you could expect.  It hasn't been an easy adjustment for him."  Daniel's gaze dropped to his hands.  "Jack, I chose not to question you before about your decision not to be involved in your clone's life, but my viewpoint has changed since Danny was created."

"And you want to know why.  It was a mutual decision, Daniel.  We both agreed that it would be too weird to keep in touch.  It's different than it is with you and Danny.  Danny's a child with the memories of a child."

Daniel nodded.  "I know.  If Danny had all my memories, I should imagine that it would be awkward for us as well."

Again wanting the conversation off his clone, Jack said, "I suppose Carter told you all about what happened with that virus."

"Yes, she did.  So, was everyone happy with the Al'Kesh you brought back?"

"Oh, yes.  Tickled pink, although it wouldn't surprise me if we end up loaning the thing to the Tok'ra, just like when we got our hands on that mothership.  And look how that turned out.  It didn't survive long."  Jack shook his head.  "I swear, Daniel.  If it hadn't been for the fact that I'd have been thrown in the brig, I would have wrapped my hands around Feljer's neck.  I can't believe Hammond didn't fire the idiot."

"It's Felger, Jack," Daniel corrected.  "From what Sam said, the virus would have been a great weapon if Ba'al hadn't figured out what was going on and devised a way to use it for his own benefit."

Jack decided that he didn't want to talk about Felger anymore.  The man would always be an idiot, as far as he was concerned.  "I heard about this issue with the Pentagon.  I just knew that something like this might happen.  But don't you worry, Daniel.  We'll get it all straightened out, even if I have to take a trip to D.C. and talk to the president personally.  You are way too valuable to the SGC to lose because of the stupid fears of a few idiots."

"I really hope you're right.  I haven't told Danny about any of this."

"Let's hope you never have to.  And speaking of being without you around there, how much longer are you going to be on leave?  I have to say that Teal'c and I sure could have used your help trying to talk to those Jaffa leaders when everything started hitting the fan."  An expression flashed across Daniel's face that gave Jack a bad feeling.  "What's wrong?"

Daniel stared at the floor, seconds passing before he answered.  Finally, he lifted his eyes to meet Jack's.  "I'm leaving the team, Jack."

The colonel desperately hoped that he'd heard wrong.  "What?"

"I'm leaving SG-1.  I told you before that I might because of Danny."

"Yeah, I know, but I was really hoping that you'd decide not to.  We need you, Daniel."

"No, you don't, Jack.  I'm not indispensable.  I'm not irreplaceable."

"The hell you're not.  What, you think that because we survived that year without you, it means that you leaving the team would be no big deal?  Well, think again.  Sure, we managed to get by without you, but I gotta tell you, Daniel; if I tried to count all the times I wished you'd been there, the times we could really have used you on a mission, I'd fail.  And, now, it's a whole new ball game, what with all this Anubis and Lost City stuff.  Just the fact that you can read Ancient is a big asset."

"There are other people who can read Ancient, Jack.  I've been teaching some of my staff.  They've got a long way to go, but they'll get there."

"I don't care, because they are not you!  Don't you get that?  Jonas was not you.  He was an okay guy, weird, but an okay guy.  But he never took your place, Daniel, even though he had your spot on the team.  That would be impossible.  I know you've had reason to doubt it, but, as much as it irks me sometimes, I do recognize the value of your ability to see a side of things that I sometimes can't, and I admire and respect your skills and knowledge.

"May have, might have, a little?" Daniel murmured softly.

Jack frowned in confusion.  "What?"  And then he suddenly remembered the other time those words had been spoken.  They had been among the last words he said in the infirmary to a dying Daniel.  His gut tightened.  'Shit.'  He leaned forward, looking at his friend intently.  "Daniel, I was an ass.  Worse than that, I was a lousy friend.  You didn't deserve that pathetic excuse for a compliment.  You deserved so much more.  I can't take back what I said then, but I can say now what I should have that day.  I do admire you, no 'maybe', no 'might', and a hell of a lot more than 'a little'.  Yes, you still are a pain in the ass, but just like I told Edwards, you are damn well worth it."

It made Daniel feel good to know that Jack felt like this, but, at the same time, it made him hurt even more.

"Jack, I don't want to leave SG-1, but I have to do what I think is right.  If I died on a mission, what would it do to Danny?  What if all of us were killed on a mission?"  The images of Daniel's nightmare flashed into his mind.  He pushed them away.  "Where would that leave him?  Who would take care of him?  Would Janet adopt yet another orphan?  Would somebody else at the SGC take him in?  Or would he be shuffled off to some family he doesn't know?  I lived seven years of my life with one set of strangers after another.  I can't let Danny go through anything like that."

Jack didn't know what to say.  Daniel did have a point.  If they were all killed on a mission, there would be a big question about Danny's fate.  Yes, maybe the doc would take him, but a massive chunk of the foundation Danny stood upon would have been pulled out from under his feet.

But Jack couldn't help but think that, if Daniel left the team, something bad would happen that would otherwise have been prevented, just like Daniel prevented everyone on P3X-403 from being slaughtered by the Unas.

So, what was the right thing to do?  Have Daniel leave the team for the sake of a little boy he loved or have him stay, possibly for the sake of many others, maybe even the whole galaxy?  Put that way, the answer seemed obvious, but this wasn't that simple.

"I'm sorry, Jack," Daniel said, unaware of his friend's thoughts.  "I wish it could be different."

Seeing the pain on Daniel's face, Jack wished that there was an easy answer, something that would work for everyone, but there wasn't.  For now, he had to accept Daniel's decision.

"I'm sorry, too, Daniel.  We're really going to miss you on the team.  Does anyone else know about this?"

"Sam does.  I already told her."

That's when Jack realized what had been wrong with Daniel the day of the barbeque and why Sam had suddenly gotten so quiet.  "You told her on Saturday."

"Yeah.  She could tell something was wrong."

Not wanting his friend to see how upset he was right now, Jack stood.  "I'm going to get going.  Lots of things to do tomorrow."

Daniel nodded.  "I'll probably see you at work.  I . . . need to tell Teal'c and General Hammond."

Jack went to the door.  Before stepping through it, he looked back at his friend.  "I want you to know, Daniel, that, if things ever change, you will always be welcomed back on the team.  Always."

Before Daniel could reply, Jack was gone.

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