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@keremtufekci

Kerem Tüfekçi. Arms Dealer. Thirty two.

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staincdvermillion

kerem thought too highly of himself. and it was often the cause of kaan's short fuse. the way the other simply barged into his home, uninvited and unwelcome. how he set about cooking, and drinking from his collection. without so much as confirmation from kaan whether it was wanted. it irritated him, for the simple fact that this was his domain. that this was perhaps the one place in the world where he could let down any sort of wall. and now, once more, kaan was forced to keep them intact. for despite how far back he and kerem went, how their paths divulged on more than one occasion. there was still the thought at the back of his mind, the questions of what kerem wanted. and why precisely he had shown up now .

" keep being irritating, and i'll break your hand. " it had been his response to the comment of his manners, and that of when he'd last had a cooked meal. kerem did not need to know the intricacies of kaan's life. but he remained where he stood, only moving to settle the glass on the counter before him. " so far, not much. we don't know whether it's one person, or many. whether they are a man or woman. " he mused, as his gaze settled on the meal. if only to watch the motions. " it seems that they are gunning for the family right now. but they made sure all of us were aware it wouldn't end there. " he recalled the message at the gala, the one that spoke to knowing all their secrets. " i can only assume this will end either with the hollow's death, or the city cleaned of its filth. "

Kerem knew he got under Kaan's skin easily, and even right now with the other the picture of calm Kerem knew she still had gotten to him by being here cooking for him. But of course that had been the plan. Or at least part of it. He did enjoy riling Kaan up, but he did want to have a conversation with Kaan as there were things he needed to find out about this Hollow after the latest demonstration. And he knew Kaan would know as much as there was to know. Their paths had crossed enough in the past for Kerem to also know that Kaan had questions of his own. So this dinner was a peace offering. If Kaan shared some of what he knew, Kerem would gladly answer the questions he knew the dark haired man had. If he played nice of course.

"Irritating? And here I am making something I remember you enjoying in university." He shot over his shoulder, mock offended. "I will accept thanks in whatever for you think is fitting. Maybe a kiss if you keep up this flirting." He grinned and knew that would make the lovely vein pop in Kaan's neck. However, he grew quiet when Kaan finally started sharing some information. He took in all of it, only nodding to show he was following along until Kaan was finished. "They do seem very focused on the Family. Even this time, the Don being shot and his daughter framed for the arrest after being shot by a Kurtlar cop." It was extremely fascinating. It was very sophisticated as well and Kerem could see that this Hollow was fairly powerful. "Do you think they will wait until the Family is wiped out before turning their attention to you and the others or do you think they will strike earlier than that?" Kerem had heard about Kaan's organization and knew of their reputation, but Hollow was proving to be a serious enemy. "Do you need anything?" Kerem asked as he started plating the food, though he knew Kaan would understand he was asking about arms, not the food.

Ah, so he was one of those assholes—the kind that smiled when you glared, laughed when you clenched your jaw, and got a little too comfortable trying to read between lines that weren’t meant for him. Arden didn’t like most people, but at least she respected the ones who barked back. This guy? He just felt greasy. “You say potato, I say asshole-mobile,” she muttered, tone flat as her shoulder gave a nonchalant shrug. But then he alluded to her so-called position, like they were just two old colleagues chatting about the weather instead of her gang affiliation. It made her spine straighten, jaw tick. “Okay? Do I look like I’ve got time for riddles?” she snapped. She knew what he was circling around—the Kurtlar—but she didn’t know him. Didn’t know his name, his loyalties, or why he thought he could talk to her openly, so brazenly. “What is it exactly that you want from me?”

She reminded him of so many of her gang members. Did Kurtlar have some kind of test with passing to join their ranks where the pricklier you were the better your chances were? Instead, Kerem kept his charming smile sitting comfortably on his lips. He could tell she did not like him, but alas it was a feeling he was quite comfortable and content with. Many were not susceptible to his charms, but it never bothered Kerem at all. "And if you say asshole-mobile, what find car do you recommend then? One that will not come with such a label from you?" He inquired jovially. He could certainly make room in his vast garage for one more toy after all. "No, but I thought some tact and subtlety was for the best." He grinned, unbothered by her sharp tone. "I told you earlier - to introduce myself. Yours is not a face I am familiar with. Do you not listen?" Kerem let his gaze roam over her fully. "Kerem Tüfekçi at your service. I have a long history and partnership with your organization." He gave a small bow. "And you are?"

staincdvermillion

there had always been a certain feeling that washed over raphael, when he was recognized. a sort of pleasure, a feeling of accomplishment, in a sense. of course, he had no doubt the reasoning behind the recognition. and he doubt it had anything to do with his acting skills. but hey, he was also damn proud of his other abilities. " oh? well, maybe i'll be the real lucky one tonight. and be awarded a glimpse into these other talents. " the words were drawled slowly, in that accent of his. for raph had always known how to play the part. whichever role was needed of him. he could sweet talk, challenge or flirt with anyone that he needed to. he could bury the nerdy side of him, when necessary. " kerem, " he tested the name out, let it linger on his tongue. " raphael. " his own name was offered shortly after. before he hummed softly, in the depth of his throat, " it's all about waiting for the right person to join me. "

Kerem's gaze was unwrapping the man before him, and not entirely in the way one would have expected. Of course when his gaze raked over him, he was imagining those very same images that he knew so well from his movies but peeling back layer by layer of who he truly was. Oh sure, he was a pretty face and Kerem had no doubt there was some level of attraction. But this man was an actor who was paid handsomely for the illusion of pleasure. "Maybe you will... though I'm sure you have plenty of talents to offer too." Kerem leaned closer, his voice low and indulging. While this was a serendipitous meeting, Kerem wanted to prod deeper and have a little fun. "Oh, I know who you are, but you knew that already didn't you?" Kerem asked, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "And what is the right person?"

#Raphael Jayalath

Nico stood up as the stranger introduced himself - a name that fell flat to him, one that he'd only be sure to have looked into. To see if he was even worth paying attention to. Kerem's extended hand was one Nico took firmly, feeling no need to offer his own name considering he could jump to the conclusion of it already being known. He stood tall as his hand came back to his side, "She doesn't want them." the flowers, that was. He had no intentions of accepting them, nor giving them to his sister. They were a gift wasted, as far as Nico was concerned. "But you can tell me what you do."

He was a prickly one wasn't he? But Kerem didn't expect anything less from the man who he had heard taken the Don title by force. And of course all those juicy little rumors he heard about the previous Don. Of course it was a shame Kerem had only met the previous Don when he decided to bleed all over the deck of the yacht. Oh well, where one fell another easily took its place. Kerem's smile didn't falter at all as he held on to the flowers once Nico denied them, he'd find a way for them to get in to the room. "Shame, they would certainly brighten her room." And from what he heard the young woman in question could certainly do with some brightening up. "I am an arms dealer." Kerem smirked as he pulled another chair from down the hall a little and positioned it opposite the man and sat down. "Some of the best weapons in the world if I do say so myself. But we also deal in forged papers, chemicals, and honestly we can procure anything you are in need of."

staincdvermillion

FEATURING › raphael & kerem ( @keremtufekci ) LOCATED AT › neon dreams

" it's funny, most people don't immediately recognize me for my face. " there had always been other attributes that raph was recognized for. then again, he supposed when out in public, most wouldn't recognize him at all. at least, those that had a particular hunger that settled inside of them. one that seemed to be satiated with the kind of work that had come so naturally to him. " well, are you going to keep standing there? or are you going to join me? " after all, there was plenty of space within the vip section that raph had been ushered into .

Kerem couldn't help but chuckle at the other man's words. "Well, you underestimate just how good I am with faces." And of course asses, breasts and cocks. "Among my many other talents." This was one of the things he truly loved about this country, and this city in particular. How often did one run into a pornstar in public? Truly this American city was a wonder. Kerem was one who was often at home in the VIP section of most establishments he went to, but it was truly making his evening an exciting one to get invited into this particular man's. "Don't have to tell me twice." He chuckled, moving past the bouncer with ease as he settled on the sofa next to the man. "Kerem." He greeted, lifting two fingers to call over a waiter. "Don't tell me you were truly all alone tonight. Such a shame."

#Raphael Jayalath

Arden wasn’t exactly built for small talk. The permanent scowl, clipped tone, and a posture that said try me before she even opened her mouth were usually enough to keep the curious and the stupid at bay. That was the whole point—cultivate the right reputation and people learned to keep their distance. It kept things clean, efficient, safe. So when some guy she’d never seen before in her goddamn life had the nerve to stroll up like she was just another friendly face in the crowd—like she didn’t have a knife laced into her boot and the mood of someone two seconds from snapping—her expression tightened. “The fuck is it to you?" She looked the man up in down, recognition not coming to her. And yet, she was the new face? "If you're looking for someone to cut you a deal on this asshole-mobile, I'm afraid you're gonna have to look a little harder-- I don't work here."

Ah, she was a prickly one. Which of course only made the smile on Kerem's lips grow for he was not deterred by anything as small as a sour mood. She was correct - she didn't work here. Not as a sales person, of course. But she held a position behind the proper jobs on the front end, though he wasn't quite sure which one as she was a new face to him. Had she been an addition since coming over to the United States? Perhaps he should get some new help here too so he can feel included in the fun. "Asshole-mobile? Now, I thought it was a nice looking car to add to my collection." He grinned, tipping his head back towards the car. It would simply be another toy to add to his already large collection. Just a whim. "No, you don't work here. But I do believe you hold quite a different position that has more of my attention." He sized her up and tried to figure out what her role was within the Kurtlar ranks. "I'm close friends with you... ah second in command." He grinned.

staincdvermillion

there had almost been an expectation, to find someone unwanted within his home. between aslan and kerem, kaan had begun to wonder if he might need to set some traps. perhaps one to take them both down a size, not that they weren't already short enough. the sigh had been immediate, as it mingled with the music that seemed to fill his home. that filtered out of the kitchen, along with various other noises that let him know the other had made themselves right at home. in his home. maybe he should get a sign, something that let them know they were unwanted. because apparently his harsh words and sharp tone had not done the appropriate job. or maybe he ought to get a guard dog. but then he'd have to kill whichever intruder, if they so much as touched a hair on that dog's head. a complication that he didn't want to deal with .

" who said you were welcome. let alone could cook in my home , " came his clipped words. but kaan didn't pull forth a weapon this time. instead, he moved to grab one of the many bottles in his collection. along with two glasses. the recent event, along with the incessant badgering from the police had left him fried. the hollow had made itself known once more, and now. there was an even greater uncertainty to where they would strike next. which meant odd ends needed to be dealt with. " no , " he started, as he poured them both a glass. " not since this hollow made itself known . " he slid a glass to kerem. eyed the food that he had been diligently working over. before he raised his own glass to his lips .

Truthfully, Kerem had expected some kind of repeat of last time he broke into Kaan's house. Perhaps another one of the guns he sold his oldest friend in the past to be pulled out. Maybe something else shot in this lovely house. Or something else that was just as exciting and entertaining. He could almost imagine the vein that was going to pop on Kaan's forehead at seeing him. But to his surprise, the other man simply threw one cold question his way before pouring them two glasses. "I am glad to see your manners are improving." Kerem noted with a smirk as he paused in his cooking longe enough to take one of the glasses. "Şerefe." He tipped the glass towards Kaan before taking a sip. "And don't act that way. when is the last time you had a home cooked meal, hm? I'm sure it's been too long, my friend." Kerem grinned, as if this was normal. Which for him, perhaps this was normal behavior.

Now that his guest had arrived, Kerem turned down the music by one or two and went back to his cooking. "Shame, they certainly know how to make a party memorable here." Though this Hollow character was certainly something he hadn't planned on when he came here to expand the business. "What do you know about them?" His tone was casual, but he wanted to learn as much as he could.

As the unfamiliar face appeared from around the corner Nico stared at him blankly, silence completely consuming him as sat in refusal to even respond. He noted the bouquet, the charm, the confidence to approach when nobody knew who the fuck he was - he could have been anyone, a psycho, a random stalker, a reporter.. the list was endless. Leaning forward just to intentionally take a peer around the man as he stood, wanting to see if anybody of importance was behind him. To no avail he settled back, sighing because he was already annoyed. "Who the fuck are you?"

Most people were probably put off by the man in front of him, the Nico Barone. Son of one of the most powerful men in the city. Supposed next in line to the illustrious Family. But Kerem was not phased in the least, and in fact he was amused by the annoyed air the other was putting off. He did enjoy facing a challenge and the other man would be a challenge. But oh he and his people would be such a good contract for Kerem and his family business. "Kerem Tüfekçi." He greeted with his wide and charming smile and shifted the bouquet to one hand and held out his other for the man to shake. "We met briefly on the yacht, but obviously more interesting things pulled your attention elsewhere." The whole locked room and of course his sister being shot. "Here, a gift for your lovely sister as she recovers and to brighten her day in these trying times." He held out the flowers.

WHO: Nico Barone @nicobarone LOCATION: the hospital

Kerem may know quite a few from Kurtlar due to their paths crossing in Turkey, but he was not loyal to them. No, he was here for expanding business with everyone. And that meant playing the whole board. Even if he hadn't been on the yacht that day, he still would have heard about the death of Enzo Barone, the shooting of Cami Barone and the following arrest. Kerem had already started to try and make inroads with what his intel told him was one of the heads of the Family and likely the next Don at the party. But now he had to pursue the deal. "I meant to give these to your sister, but it seems some pesky police officers stopped me." Kerem greeted as he came around the corner and found Nico by his sister's room with a beautiful bouquet. "My condolences for your sister's injury. And for the troubles facing your family in these trying times." Though his voice was polite, he still spoke with an easy charm.

WHO: Arden Moore @ardenmoore LOCATION: Grand Tour Drive

While Kerem may be here for a new car to add to his garages, he also here was to do some business. Kurtlar would be in quite a sticky situation with the recent events. Now that certainly had been an interesting party, and he hoped the city had more to offer like that. Talk about going out with a bang. And according to his intel, the cop who shot the Barone girl was working for Kurtlar. Tensions were rising and that was good for business for Kerem. So while he inspected the Bugatti on the floor, he kept an eye out for anyone who was more than simply an employee. His gaze caught the movement of a woman entering a back door, one that promised to hold some of the more... unofficial business dealings of the business and with a smirk he strided over. "Busy week?" He asked, his voice smooth. "I may be able to help with that. But you... I'm afraid you are a new face. Such a shame we've never crossed paths before."

WHO: Kaan Aydem @staincdvermillionLOCATION: Kaan's house (again)

Even though Kaan changed his locks and anything else stopping Kerem from getting in, Kerem was pleased that it was still easy to get into Kaan's house. Really, the man should get better security. What kind of second in command was he if people could break into his home so easily? It was such a shame.

This time, as the door unlocked, Kaan would have been greeted with the sound of Turkish music playing from the speakers and commotion coming from the kitchen. Kerem sang along to the song, already having heard the door even over the music as he flipped one of the stuffed meatballs. The smell of içli köfte filled the kitchen and Kerem seemed completely unbothered at Kaan entering to find an intruder in his home. Once again. "These are almost done." Kerem called over his shoulder, humming as he turned over another one, setting it on the paper towel he had to the side. "So are all gang gatherings that exciting?" He asked with a grin shot in Kaan's direction.

Kerem happily let Kaan slide down that mental slope as he could tell the other man was quickly falling into a pit of what ifs and questions swirling around that pretty head of his. Especially when it came to his father. Kerem was not above playing dirty, and was pleased to let Kaan wrestle with if the mention of his father held any real, double meaning or if it was simply an innocent kindest regards of a father to a son on the other side of the world. He happily made himself busy at the liquor cabinet, admiring the other bottles the man had in his collection.

Kaan made no move to take the offered glass, but Kerem was not surprised. He truthfully did not expect Kaan to peacefully drink a glass of anything with him. It was simply another move to get under the other's skin and to push some buttons. To exhibit how comfortable he felt in the other's home. "Come on, kardeș, you wouldn't deny such a kind offering. Drink. We can catch up." He smirked, knowing that Kaan would indeed deny him.

Kerem had been doing business with Kaan and his family for quite some time now, so he was not surprised to see a gun he had in fact sold to them in the other's hands. There had to be plenty of them in Kaan's belonging that came from him. But, drawing attention to this fact they both knew would only push him over the edge. And it certainly did. Kerem held on to the glass in his hand, and the smirk never left his lips, even as Kaan squeezed his chin in a manner that would certainly leave bruises. But he didn't show any pain, he simply was not bothered and only amused by the little show. "Eğer senin pipini emmemi istiyorsan, aşkım, bana sadece sorabilirsin. Bu kadar ön sevişmeye gerek yok." He spoke, his voice dripping with honey.

staincdvermillion

the glass in kerem's hand hovered in the air before him. rather, his glass with his whiskey. a bottle that the other should have never had access to. let alone anything else that was in kaan's home. but he'd have to worry about security and precautions at a later time. when kerem wasn't presently in his home, pushing against every damn button that he had. for the sight of the man alone had set him off. but the mere mention of his father had sealed the deal. had been the nails in the coffin, and the last ignition to the fire that simmered within kaan's core. " it's not an offering when it's my own damn whiskey , " he sneered. as he made no further move to accept the glass that had been offered to him. there was no kindness here, only annoyance and a means to anger kaan. it had been the game always played between them .

his fingers pressed in more harshly to kerem's chin. along the sharp edge of his jaw. everything about the man pissed kaan off. from the way that the smirk never seemed to leave his lips, to the words that often parted from his tongue. every move, every word made kaan want to shove the gun into the man's mouth and pull the trigger. maybe that would finally rid him of his smirk. maybe that would finally get him to shut up. but ... kaan could already hear the words from his father. the ones that warned him of the image he was displaying. or rather, the weak one. to allow anyone, not simply kerem, to get under his skin. to press his buttons until he exploded in a fit of anger. that had certainly not how he had been raised, how he'd been instructed to act. so, reluctantly, kaan released his hold on kerem's jaw .

" in your fucking dreams , " he sneered. before he finally snatched the glass from kerem's hand. and downed the contents in one drink. hopefully the liquor would ease the anger that simmered inside of him. that threatened to disrupt the image that he had crafted over the years. of being in control, of being poised. of not allowing someone such as kerem to get beneath his skin. " there, offer accepted and enjoyed. now, are you going to tell me what you're actually doing here ? if not, then you can kindly get the fuck out of my home . "

END

#Kaan Aydem #icb Kaan said omg hi bestie and then they stayed up all night gossiping and braiding each other's hair and Kaan is getting all the best gun

Kerem had seen him the second he entered the boat. He had already scoped out all the familiar faces. Aslan. Kaan. Devran. Sofia of course. And the rest of the Kurtlar members he knew so well. But Aslan had always been a friend to Kerem, their relationship extended past the deal he and his family had with the Kurtlar business. Everything was a game to Kerem and so he simply bided his time, seeing how long it would take until his old friend approached him. When he finally did, he glanced at his watch and smirked. "Two hours and thirty seven minutes." He announced as his gaze went from the horizon to the man now by his side. "I'm hurt it took you so long to approach me. And here I thought I was your favorite." He smirked before his gaze moved to the horizon once more but this time he was looking into the past. "This party pales in comparison to the many yacht parties we attended. Do you remember the one where I locked us in the captain's helm so I could steal the yacht?"

"Business slow? You have too much time on your hands." A low breath left him, something between a sigh and a breathy laugh. The old teasing rhythm was there, easy to fall back into. Still, he let the silence stretch between them a moment, comfortable in the way only old friends could be, before Kerem's next words pulled a sharper memory to the surface. His voice was low, laced with that dry edge, but there was a flicker of warmth there for the moment to reminisce, hidden in the way he kept his gaze towards the sea. But it was the mention of that night, the stolen yacht of it all, when the corner of Aslan's lips lifted subtly. "Well, the seas are lawless." His attempt at a joke. "You didn't steal it. You crashed it into the Bosphorus."

END

#Aslan Soykan #bloodnglory.event

One of the reasons for coming to this country was to expand the business. And what better way than to supply both sides of this little gang war they had bubbling with weapons? Kerem may seem like he was forgetful and without a plan, but he did his research. And one of the first parts of business he had to do was to learn the heads of the Family. Their Don was still missing, but they did have four board members freshly picked out. One was Nico Barone, the son of the currently missing Don and Kerem knew he was a good start.

Kerem couldn't stop the smirk from gracing his lips as the other finally acknowledged him. "Nope, I am right where I want to be." He offered a drink as he slid up next to him. Of course Kerem had found out what Nico's favorite drink was and he held two of those drinks currently, taking a sip from one. "Enjoying the party?" He asked, though they both knew the answer if Nico was currently over here away from everyone else and looking very unapproachable.

As he accepted the offered glass of whiskey, he barely hesitated before setting the tumbler down on the nearest surface. He didn’t know the other man, and he wasn’t in the mood to tempt fate. Getting poisoned on the upper deck felt a little too theatrical for his taste. He stayed silent for a beat, toying with the idea of just ignoring the man. It didn't go amiss that he hated small talk, it was something he was assuming the other guy knew - considering he knew exactly which drink to walk on over with.

"Are you?" he choose to flip the question back completely, finding no interest in trying to warm up to the other to figure out what he wanted. In true fashion, he was opting for the shortest route so they'd both arrive at the point of this entire interaction.

END

#Nico Barone #bloodnglory.event

Kerem felt he was making good progress with obtaining new customers in this new and vibrant city. It certainly helped when there were so many illegal organizations in the city. Plus, he certainly enjoyed spending more than simply a weekend or a week in this lovely, vibrant city. There was something so... alive about this silly little city. Kerem's finger twitched by his gun for only the briefest of a moment when he first entered his kitchen, immediately relaxing when he recognized who it was. "Some blonde I met last week. I forget her name. Kelly? Katie? Karen? You know what these American women are like." He shot Belkis a smug grin as he remembered how quickly she had sought him in the VIP booth to take her home. But, she had one of those polaroid cameras and the little mini photo on the wall was just a souvenir he obtained that night from his bed. She had been quite beautiful. "To what do I owe this pleasure, Belkis?" He asked as he opened his fridge and pulled out a bowl of grapes.

There was a twinge, no a lasting flash of jealousy that passed through Belkis when the names starting pouring from his lips. She didn't belong to him and he didn't belong to her, but Belkis never learned how to share and that extended to her personal relationships too. "Are you fucking her then?" Her tone was flat with her words, already knowing that whatever answer he gave wasn't going to be good enough for her. Nothing was ever enough when it came to her. "I was coming by to... visit." Her fingers curled around the photograph, crumpling it up between before she let it fall to the ground around her feet. She didn't care if it was his lover or mother in the picture, she simply didn't want to see it anymore. "Call me curious to see what you've been up to, or whatever." Her eyes turning their full attention to him now, watching him careful with both playfulness and lingering attitude written across her own features. "And I know how much you miss me the second I've left."

END

staincdvermillion

the moment that the words parted kerem's tongue, kaan couldn't help the exasperated sigh that left his own. this man was the walking personification of a headache. perhaps even, a full on brain aneurysm. for almost instantly, kaan could feel the pain that radiated at the side of his head. perhaps it would be quick, so he didn't have to listened to anymore of the other's words. of dancing, or guns. or whatever the hell else kerem could manage to interject into an conversation. his gaze slipped, from the crowd around them. to the man beside him, where his gaze swept over the outfit kerem had donned for the evening. " maybe i will. there was a gorgeous blonde before who seemed eager for a dance , " he quipped, as his gaze lifted to meet kerem's. there hadn't been some blonde earlier, but the use of her had been necessary against this headache of a man .

Kerem wouldn't consider this a job well done until he had Kaan bursting a vein. But who could blame him when it was so much fun to wind up the other? Really, it was Kaan's fault for being so easily annoyed and for being so fun when he was riled up. Kerem was the innocent party here, just having a good time. He smirked, almost able to see Kaan's thoughts on his face, probably thinking about the risk of throwing him overboard and who would see it. "Enjoying my outift?" Kerem asked, his eyes dancing with amusement as he lifted his arms to let his jacket part some to give Kaan a little show of his muscular form. "I would say I expected more of your outfit, but I think we both know I'm not truly surprised." Kaan always was a boring one on his own. Clicking his tongue as he tsked, Kerem shook his head as if he was wounded. "Shame on you. I'm being perfectly polite and you use some poor blonde girl to deny me. Tell me, are you referring to my date or are you making up some poor girl? If you truly were so jealous you didn't get to attend with me, you only had to say it."

#Kaan Aydem #bloodnglory.event

— THE NETWORK YACHT PARTY

KEREM TÜFEKÇI ATTENDING WITH SOME HOT BLONDE

#bloodnglory.event #self #inspo #shhh #pretend this is not 500 years too late

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