Duelists of Canterlot High

Rainbow casually slid her cards on her tray into a stack and inserted them back into the deck holder, to which her duel disk deactivated; the tray separating back into two parts and sliding to the sides of the main module. She approached Night Quill, still slouch over on his knees from the shock of the admittedly unexpected finish. His cards were still grasped in his left hand, his duel disk screen projecting a red glow, indicating his image as the loser.

He looked up at Rainbow, his eyes fixated on a mixture of shock and vacancy.

“So,” said Rainbow, pursing her lips looking down at her bested foe, “How are you feeling?”

Night Quill looked down on his still active duel disk, “I thought I had every possibility accounted for… Yet I still lost.”

“Not ‘how did I lose?’ I mean how are you feeling, right now?” Rainbow elaborated, bringing a hand to her waist.

Sighed, sounding weary, “Wishing I hadn’t made this challenge in the first place since I literally can’t just slink away under everyone’s notice,” Night Quill muttered, glumly sliding his cards off his disk into his hand and put them away into the deck holder, his duel disk folding up. He then ejected the entire deck before standing up, holding it out to Rainbow, looking away in resentment, “I admit defeat to my superior, and hold true to the wager. Just please take care of these things.”

Rainbow, with a solemn expression took the deck… Before promptly taking hold of Night Quill’s duel disk bearing arm and inserting the deck back into the holder.

Night Quill looked up at the rainbow-haired athlete in befuddlement, “But our wager, you beat me-”

“I wasn’t going to hold onto the wager from the first place,” Rainbow stated in earnest, “It’s not right.”

Night Quill sighed, pushing his hat deeper onto his head, “Frankly, you’d be doing me a favor. Guess I’ll just never be good enough…”

“You think that being held to the same pedestal as your brother is worth it?” came the voice of Sunset Shimmer.

-

Sunset approached Rainbow and Night Quill with the rest of their friends in tow. The vision of Harmony Spirit Pietas had vanished since the end of the duel when the hologram emitters powered down, though for now she would keep it to herself for the time being, uncertain as to what the reaction from Twilight’s deck might portend.

She stood before Night Quill, arms crossed disapprovingly. In retrospect, she might have come off as a tad bit intimidating, to which she brought her hands down to her hips, trying to appear more casual.

“Night Quill, we understand why you’re upset,” she took a deep breath, choosing her method of approach carefully, “We know you’re trying to achieve the same kind of recognition as Sharp Stroke by leaving a mark as the best duelist here. But do you think it’s worth it tearing the student body apart again after the past three years?”

He held onto his arm forlornly, “I wasn’t trying to do that. Not intentionally in the very least. At least believe me on that part,” a sigh escaped, “Granted, I probably would have overlooked it were I at the top.”

“Pardon me, Night Quill,” Applejack stepped forward, arms crossed, “But ya sound an awful lot like a Crystal Prepper, despite not even being accepted. If you don’t mind me askin’, but is this the kind of example your brother’s been settin’ on ya?”

Night Quill grimaced at the farmgirl’s question, “Ugh, no! My brother’s an elitist asshole who thinks he’s better than everyone just because he went to Crystal Prep.”

“So kind of what you’re bein’?” asked Applejack, raising an unamused brow at the vintage dressed student.

“I… guess you got me there Jackie- er, Applejack,” Night Quill groaned, ignoring the silent echo of his pet name from the farmgirl, “I’ve just been so angry at myself the day I was declined from attending Crystal Prep…”

-

Night Quill grit his teeth as the instructor’s ‘Proof of Powerlessness’ swept away Ancient Gear Knight and both his remaining Ancient Gear Soldiers, leaving him at the mercy of the Colossal Fighter (3400) standing over him. The sandy-brown humanoid brought up its hefty arm and viciously slammed it against the forcefield around him.

-Night Quill Life Points: 2200-

“I place two cards face down, and hand it over to you, Mr. Quill,” said the exam overseer, dressed in the Crystal Prep academy’s high-end uniform, complete with one of those highly advanced hard light duel disks, her expression belying an inherent air of superiority.

Night Quill drew his card, catching a glimpse at the faculty observing the examination duels up in the high-set terrace, giving them a perfect view of all the cubicles set up throughout the field of the inner-city football stadium. The entire spectacle felt needlessly grandiose, with much of the faculty and even alumni attending the entrance examination duels, including the inexplicably intimidating Principal Sombra, who looked upon the next batch of freshmen with a discerning, cold expression.

He felt a shudder as he felt the tall, black-haired man in the crimson collared suit catch a glimpse at him. With him was his ever-present assistant, Radiant Hope, as well as a sizable number of alumni, including one particular man. His skin was an ashen brown, with a plain, but neat head of slicked-back bronze hair and wore a khaki colored dress shirt with a pewter grey bolo tie. And he paid no attention to the duels in progress, instead furiously typing on a high-end tablet.

Typical Sharp Stroke; so absorbed into his work all the time even at social events that he couldn’t be bothered to address the time of day. Or the fact his own brother was down below doing his best to achieve what he had.

Night Quill frowned, turning back to his duel, his only cards on the field so far being Ancient Gear Fortress and a facedown, while his opponent had had a facedown since the start, along with the Colossal Fighter synchro monster staring down at him, and now the two additional facedowns. He slid the field spell compartment out of his personal duel disk’s tray, placed a card inside, and slapped it back in.

“I activate the field spell ‘Geartown,’” he declared, the cubicle being filled with a series of gear accented buildings that slowly revved to life, “And then I play the facedown I set using Ancient Gear Drill; ‘Heavy Storm!’”

A furious gust picked up, the only solace being that it was all just a holographic simulation. His opponent’s facedowns shattered into pixels, after which both Geartown and the tower representing Ancient Gear Fortress violently crumbled and evaporated around him.

“Heavy Storm destroys all spells and traps on both players’ fields. Since I destroyed Ancient Gear Fortress, I can special summon one Ancient Gear monster from my hand or graveyard: I choose my ‘Ancient Gear Wyvern’ in my graveyard (Level 4, 1700/1200),” to which the mechanical wyvern arose from the dark graveyard portal, “Its effect allows me to once again bring one Ancient Gear card from my deck to my hand,” he flashed the Ancient Gear Reactor Dragon that slid from his deck.

“Also, when Geartown is destroyed, it lets me special summon another Ancient Gear monster from my hand, deck or graveyard. So from my deck I will special summon ‘Ancient Gear Gadget,’ (Level 4, 500/2000)” a small, almost toy-like robot emerged onto his field, on its back a gear larger than its blocky body, “I sacrifice my Ancient Gear Gadget and Wyvern to tribute summon ‘Ancient Gear Reactor Dragon’ in attack mode! (Level 8, 3000/3000)”

Emerging from a larger portal, a fearsome roar reverberated as from within launched into the air a new mechanical terror. It was a machine in the shape of a large, winged dragon, composed of the familiar gearworks as all other Ancient Gear monsters. It had a long, segmented neck and tail, while its midsection was occupied by some complex machine that hummed with power, framed between two limbs bearing long sword blades. Glowing cables protruded from the front and back of its body, connected to the device within its chest. From the three holes on its head shone a single red ‘eye’ within each.

“I attack Colossal Fighter using Reactor Dragon!” Night Quill called out, pointing at the lumbering warrior with a rough, but restrained motion.

Reactor Dragon craned its segmented neck back, the wires in its body surging as its namesake reactor flared to life, beams of swirling light beginning to emanate from its “maw”.

“It’s at this point where I play the quick-play spell, Limiter Removal,” Night Quill interjected, sliding one of the last two cards in his hand into his disk, “This doubles the attack points of all machine monsters on my field!”

Reactor Dragon (ATK 6000) lunged forth, projecting from its maw a stream of intense, radiant energy that engulfed the top portion of Colossal Fighter (ATK 3400), which soon dispersed into pixels.

“If I may interject, Mr. Quill, that by using your spell, your only monster on the field will be destroyed at your end phase,” the overseer stated, seeming not at all phased as the loss of 2400 life points, being left with a sizable 5400 as per the advanced rulings.

“My battle phase has not ended,” Night Quill replied, motioning towards the gearworks dragon, “Ancient Gear Reactor Dragon’s effects are determined based on the monsters used to summon it; when a Gadget monster is used as a sacrifice, it gains the ability to attack twice in one battle phase. Ancient Gear Gadget constitutes as a member of both the Ancient Gear and Gadget archetypes, thus filling this requirement,” he pointed at the instructor defiantly, “Therefore I attack directly with Reactor Dragon’s second attack for game!”

Reactor Dragon unfurled its sheet metal wings wider as in the blink of an eye its coiling, segmented tail shot out at the overseer, sweeping just inches away from her head in a blur of metal, her life points quickly dropping down to zero. Upon rewinding its tail, the hologram of the large robotic dragon faded away, Night Quill’s duel disk flashing blue in note of his victory as he slid his cards back into his deck, the tray folding away.

“Well done, Mr. Quill,” said the instructor, her own disk resetting in an almost entirely automated manner as the cards sent to her graveyard slid back into the deck from inside the device, “With your completion of the entry duel, you are now permitted to exit the facilities and await your final results. Have a good day, and good luck.”

Night Quill nodded courteously, before doing an about face to head for the field exit, his path going straight below the observing faculty and alumni. He surreptitiously eyed upwards, seeing Principal Sombra scrutinizing him from up above with tented fingers. All the while Sharp Stroke hadn’t even taken a glance in his direction, his eyes still glued to his tablet, typing away incessantly.

-

A few weeks went by, during which Night Quill had carefully sorted through every mail delivery with scalpel-sharp focus. When at last a larger than average, light violet envelope arrived one day after getting back home. He’d wasted no time opening the envelope with a rush of excitement. But upon reading just the first few lines, his enthusiasm withered away, replaced by incredulity.

“Dear Mr. Night Quill

We regret to inform you, but you are not what we are seeking as a student of Crystal Prep Academy. While your overall academic merits show promise, your dueling capabilities, while effective in their straightforwardness and display of forward thinking (as noted by your designated overseer), are sorely lacking in variety and the finesse we expect of students wishing to enroll in our facility.

On behalf of all of us at the Crystal Prep Academy administration, we wish you all the best.”

He ignored the few other sheets included with the rejection letter, which inexplicably felt as heavy as a 50-pound dumbbell that dragged his arm down to his side. The sense of exhilaration all felt like it had dropped from his chest and pooled into a dull pain at the pit of his stomach, his mind drawing a blank on how to think and feel that very moment.

His sense of semi-conscious catatonia was interrupted at the blunt taps of fingers across a touchscreen as Sharp Stroke, immersed in his work as usual, walked into the kitchen. His eyes did not leave his screen, save for the split second to open the fridge to extract a can of cola, never paying a mind to Night Quill in the slightest.

Annoyed, as he often was, at his brother’s near machine-like demeanor when it came to his near endless working cycle, decided to try and reach out to Sharp Stroke, “I was rejected,” he said simply, watching as the ashen brown man popped the can against the sink counter.

Sharp Stroke amazingly took the moment to look away from his screen as his took a long sip, his face amazingly flinching as the fizz irritated the inside of his mouth. He looked up at Night Quill, his face blunt, nearly expressionless, the only indicator of acknowledgement being the direction of his pupils.

“What?” he asked absently.

Night Quill groaned exasperatedly, jerking the papers in his hand in Sharp Stroke’s direction, “I was rejected from Crystal Prep,” he growled, his brother’s expression remaining unchanged, “For ‘lacking variety and finesse’ and being too ‘direct’ when I focused on taking down my overseer as quickly as possible!”

Sharp Stroke looked at the drooping document with a wry expression, “You should have used extra deck monsters,” he stated in a tone implying objectivity, “Or a better deck overall.”

Night Quill grimaced, “I don’t have any extra deck monsters to use since you’re the one who got all the best cards.”

Sharp Stroke looked back at his screen, typing something awkwardly with a finger as he held onto his soda can, “Oh, I discarded my old deck ages ago.”

“Wait, what?!” Night Quill snapped, “If you’d told me I could have taken your Ancient Gears and added them to mine!” he slammed the letter onto the kitchen counter, “Seriously, I asked and you couldn’t be bothered to give me any pointers or tips or even loan me a few cards for the entrance exam!”

Sharp Stroke did not look up from his screen, “I was busy,” he muttered nonchalantly.

Night Quill crossed his arms, rolling his eyes furtively, “Yes, I can see that even now, twenty-four seven if I recall,” he remarked, “You were there, not watching, as expected, but you couldn’t even put in a good word for me for Principal Sombra or any of the attending faculty?!”

Sharp Stroke drank the last of his soda before idly placing the empty can down, retaining the use of his full five fingers against the screen of his tablet, “I told Sombra you’ve been using that same deck since you were a kid when he asked. I don’t remember the details,” he muttered.

“Excuse me?!” Night Quill asked incredulously, “You couldn’t even have the decency to help your own brother get enrolled so I could have a chance to make it in the big leagues?!”

“On a cursory evaluation; the odds of you achieving the same status is minimal to nonexistent at most,” Sharp Stroke remarked flatly, “Why you’re still using something as ironically antiquated as that deck of yours eludes me.”

“Because you taught me to!” Night Quill retorted, “Hell, we were a team once before your entry to Crystal Prep! I wanted to keep that memory alive and honor our duels of the past by updating and maintaining my old deck!”

“Sentimentality isn’t going to win you any duels,” Sharp Stroke droned, “To be honest; you wouldn’t have made it in Crystal Prep to begin with.”

Night Quill looked at his brother, his mouth agape at his brother’s lack of tact whatsoever, “How could you say that?!” he slammed a palm against his chest in indignation, “I’m your brother, Sharp Stroke!”

“Hmm, I’m just saying it like it is, Night,” Sharp Stroke continued to drone, pursing his lips at something on the screen, followed by the clear indication of multiple backspaces, “You don’t make it in Duel Monsters by being sentimental or idealistic.”

Night Quill gawked at the figurative robot of a man meant to be his older sibling, who idly hobbled past, his attention diverted entirely towards the tablet in his hand. He was left alone in the kitchen, just him, the empty can of soda, and the letter of rejection, and the hollow, unabashed implications that he was a failure.

A failure.

His hands clenched into fists, trembling at the slowly seething, burning anger. He snatched the soda can and forcefully chucked it against the wall, leaving just the slightest hint of a dent in the wallpaper, followed by resounding clattering as it bounced and rolled on the floor. With an enraged grunt, he took the letter and ripped it in half. And again. And again, before slamming the pieces on the floor. Then, without thinking, he blindly threw a punch, followed by a roar of pain as it connected with the wall. He cradled his pained hand, with that one word repeating in his mind to accompany the potentially broken knuckles.

A failure.

-

“Wow…” exclaimed, of all people, Pinkie Pie, her eye twitching in her expression of bamboozlement.

“Good gravy,” added Applejack, no doubt her own rapport with her siblings making it hard for the middle Apple child to believe such direct, intentional or not, disregard at someone’s family.

“I think we get the picture,” Rainbow Dash stated, giving an understanding nod to her defeated adversary, “So… sorry about the MyStable post,” she scratched her head awkwardly with a sheepish grin on her cerulean face.

Sunset Shimmer placed a hand on the downtrodden Night Quills shoulder, “I understand your anger, Night Quill. I know how it feels like you were insignificant, not good enough in the eyes of others. But this past month, I’ve learned that recognition and glory at the cost of everyone else around you will not make things better. Not for you, not for anyone. You just end up alone to stew in the anger, where you’ll never escape it,” she smiled warmly, “It took getting the crap kicked out of me by someone much wiser than I could have ever hoped to be to realize it, and I am most thankful for her.”

Night Quill looked up at Sunset. She was not quite certain, but she thought she saw a previously missing glint in the ashen grey boy’s azure eyes, tinged with the unmistakable sense of regret.

“And besides,” Rainbow came up to him, placing a friendly arm around his shoulder whilst tapping a fist against his chest, “If you had gone to Crystal Prep, you think you would have turned out any better as a person than your brother?”

Night Quill looked taken aback by the athlete’s forwardness, “I… I guess I wouldn’t have,” he admitted, pursing his lips in contemplation.

“So how ‘bout it, Quill?” Rainbow added, “Next time let’s leave the wagers out and just have a blast like the game was always intended?”

He looked at Rainbow with a wry smile, “Are you challenging me to a rematch so soon?”

Rainbow grinned, “Why not have a go right now?”

Night Quill rolled his eyes, clearly humored more than anything, “Gonna have to take a rain check on that, Dashie. Right now, I think I should probably take some time and rethink what I’ve been doing wrong for quite a while,” he jerked a finger at Rainbow, “But I will hold you to it!”

“Oh, and one more thing;” Rainbow interjected, letting go of Night Quill, “No more giving up, especially in a tournament and most importantly if I’m in it,” she emphasized with a series of pokes to his chest, making him grimace slightly, particularly the one emphasizing the word “I’m”.

Night Quill winced slightly at the definite bruising, “I hereby pledge on my honor as someone who got his ass whooped by the bronze medalist, I will not run away in the face of defeat,” he declared, holding a hand to his heart and another to his side at an upward angle.

“That sounds mighty fine to me,” chuckled Applejack, “Seein’ ya take a swing at Dash makes me wanna take a swing at ya.”

“Um, when he’s ready and willing, right?” asked Fluttershy on Night Quill’s behest.

“But above all,” Sunset stepped in, “Don’t let anger control you again. Don’t listen to your brother, and just be the best you can be as a person. Alright?”

“I’ll remember that, Sunset Shimmer,” said Night Quill with a tip of his hat, “Also I just want to say that I’m sorry for yesterday. I guess it took me learning the same lesson like you did.”

Sunset chuckled in response, “No nickname for me?”

Night Quill inhaled through his teeth, “Uh, yea… No offence, but you kinda terrified me back then…”

Sunset rolled her eyes, “Point taken. No need for that now though.”

“Duly noted,” chuckled Night Quill, after which he noticed something in the distance, “Listen, there’s some things I really need to take care of. Thanks, Sunset. And you, Dashie. I promise, we’ll be having that rematch soon. As friends?”

Rainbow gave their new acquaintance a thumbs-up in response. Night Quill turned to leave, when he suddenly made an about face, “Oh. The macarons were great, by the way!” he beamed before heading off, unaware of the impossible smile growing on Pinkie’s features.

“Mission accomplished!” Pinkie declared, pulling the two closest people, Applejack and Rarity, into a hug.

As Sunset chuckled at Pinkie’s outburst, she noticed as Night Quill walked past Vice-principal Luna, he stopped to share a conversation with her. She watched as the blue-haired woman crossed her arms, seeming to smile wryly at the student before nodding in approval. The two raised a hand in goodbye before Night Quill left proper, with Vice-principal Luna heading back towards the school building.

-

The next day, in between classes, the corridors of Canterlot High were once again bustling as students went about between classes or to their lockers.

Rainbow Dash groaned exasperatedly as she walked along beside Sunset and Fluttershy, “Why do we need to know what X and Y on some graph equals?! It’s not like everyone’s out to be a rocket scientist!”

Sunset Shimmer traded looks with Fluttershy, the two of them giggling among one another at their friend’s remark.

“So, have you been following the aftermath of yesterday?” asked Fluttershy, fishing out her smartphone, “Rainbow’s duel with Night Quill has been the talk of the school.”

Rainbow smirked proudly, “As if there’s any doubt,” to which her expression softened, becoming much humbler, “But I think the important thing is that Quill can join the rest of us and just duel for the sake of a good match.”

“It was very brave of you to take him on just to help him, despite the whole deck forfeiting wager and whatnot,” said Sunset, the warm sense of satisfaction over Princess Twilight’s efforts being upheld.

Of course, since Rainbow Dash’s victory, Sunset had spent the better part of last night contemplating on the appearance of Harmony Spirit Pietas. Going over Twilight’s deck, she’d seen, nor sensed, nothing out of the ordinary about Pietas’ card, nor any of the others included. She knew that the Harmony Spirits themselves were the magical embodiments of the virtues of the six Elements of Harmony of Equestria, the Princess herself and her five closest friends, manifesting themselves through the art of Duel Monsters. Initially simply formed as a counter-balance to the former manifestations of Sunset’s own ire and darkness in the form of the Infernal Spirits, and magically attuned to covertly phase themselves from the memories of those who’d witnessed them. But now Pietas, the Harmony Spirit representing Loyalty, the Rainbow Dash of Equestria, had somehow reacted to their Rainbow Dash.

“Speaking of, look who’s over there,” said Rainbow, snapping Sunset out of her thoughts.

Up ahead the three girls spotted Scootaloo engaged in a lively discussion between, amazingly, Night Quill, who himself was being flanked by Sandalwood and Micro Chip. They watched as Scootaloo turned to head off, with Night Quill giving a friendly thumbs-up to the freshman. Scootaloo came walking down towards the girls, spotting the trio, to which she hurried over to Rainbow Dash.

“Hey, Scoot,” Rainbow greeted her sister-equivalent, “What ‘cha talking to Night Quill for?”

Scootaloo beamed at Rainbow, looking pleased about something, “Hey, Rainbow! You know how Night Quill uses Ancient Gears, which are machine-type monsters? Well, since I use machines too, I thought I’d ask him for advice over a problem I’ve been having using Power Bond. He taught me how to avoid getting burned by it and offered me card recommendations!”

Sunset Shimmer looked over at Night Quill as he’d gone back to sorting through the contents of his locker. It came as a surprise, but a welcome one, to see that the (hopefully) last remnant of her time as the undisputed Autumn Crown Autocrat was over and done with and how quickly Night Quill was already becoming acclimated with the other students, despite his previous misgivings.

Rainbow Dash approached Night Quill, giving him the common courtesy of letting him finish with whatever he was doing at his locker. She greeted him quietly as he shut the door and spun the padlock dial to a random point.

“Oh! Rainbow Dash? Hey,” said Night Quill with a flick, “Didn’t expect to be talking to you so soon.”

“Coincidence, mostly,” said Rainbow, “Scootaloo seemed excited about some new move you told her.”

“Yea, she was asking if I knew any tips pertaining to the use of Power Bond,” Night Quill replied glancing over in Scootaloo’s general direction, “While not quite the exact as how I do it; I recommended she try using a few cards; see what works best.”

“It’s good to see that little ass whooping did its job,” chuckled Rainbow.

“Yea, I did a little, well, I guess soul searching if getting all meta-physical about it,” he indicated Sandalwood, “Apologies asked, apologies given. Honestly, I haven’t felt this relieved in ages,” he smirked at Rainbow, “But don’t get me wrong; I am still looking to beat you. And even if you take me down, I’ll just keep coming back until I do.”

Rainbow reciprocated his statement by holding out a fist, “I’ll hold you to it,” to which they bumped fists, no animosity to be seen, “Speaking of…” she flicked on the screen of her duel disk, scrolling through the peripherals before tapping an icon, to which a card slid out of her extra deck port, “I found this little number in my unused binder, and I felt that maybe you could put it better use than me,” she held out the violet framed card to Night Quill.

Night Quill took the card, and no doubt upon just seeing the image printed, gawked between it and the rainbow-haired athlete, “Chaos Ancient Gear Giant?!” he exclaimed, “Y-you’re just giving me this?!”

Rainbow nodded unperturbed, “It’s all yours, Quill.”

“But… I couldn’t!” said Night Quill, continuing to look at Rainbow in disbelief, “This card is among the most powerful, not to mention valuable, machine monsters!”

“Yea,” Rainbow said with a bob of her shoulders, “Consider it a show of no hard feelings. And hey, if you prefer, consider it as me lending it to you.”

Night Quill looked down at the card, then back at Rainbow, appearing to contemplate the offer, “If that’s the case,” he turned around to unlock his locker, fumbling through a binder stored inside, from which he fished out a card of his own, “Then I won’t accept unless you let me loan you this in return,” he smiled, presenting it to Rainbow.

Rainbow took the card and looked it over, Sunset being able to see it as a spell card titled ‘Transmodify’. After taking the moment to read through the card’s function, Rainbow looked back at Night Quill with a pleased expression.

“I think I can make this work,” she stated, sliding the new card into her side deck compartment before holding a hand out.

Night Quill slid the fusion monster card into his extra deck compartment before accepting the athlete’s hand, the two of them giving a firm shake.

Sunset saw how once more the incorporeal image of Pietas appeared hovering behind Rainbow, the fey’s hands resting on her shoulders, which she did not seem to notice, nor did anyone else around them. She checked to see Pietas’ card shining from her duel disk once more, which no-one seemed to perceive aside from her. Pietas looked over to her, giving Sunset a playful wink, before fading away.

Sunset placed a hand atop Princess Twilight’s deck. Though she had many questions she desired answers for; at that moment, she could not help but feel a relieving sense of optimism permeate the air around her. For whatever reason Pietas had reacted to her new friend, even if she did not understand it yet, she felt assured in her belief that Princess Twilight’s work had not gone to waste, and that Rainbow Dash had gone out of her way to maintain the camaraderie now shared among the student duelists of Canterlot High.

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