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Dog of War: Prologue

The Tactical Visor had been his second chance, a way for him to continue to fight, to find answer for what had happened in Zurich. It wasn’t supposed to tear his life apart for a second time, leaving him unable to tell friend from foe, slowly slipping into a crimson stained world.

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The Basement Tapes

April 20th, 1999 tape - roughly 30 minutes before the attack

Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold are once more in the family room of the Harris home. Eric is filming. Dylan is wearing a black baseball cap on backward, exposing a “B” embroidered in white on the back of the hat - the Boston Red Sox logo. He’s wearing a plaid shirt, either dark blue or black with white; the shirt’s untucked. He’s wearing black BDUs (military-style pants) tucked into military-style boots. There are several bags on the floor, including a large maroon one.

Eric: “Say it now.”

Dylan: “Hey mom. Gotta go. It’s about a half an hour before our little judgment day. I just wanted to apologize to you guys for any crap this might instigate as far as (inaudible) or something. Just know I’m going to a better place. I didn’t like life too much and I know I’ll be happy wherever the fuck I go. So I’m gone. Good-bye. Reb…”

Dylan takes the camera then and begins filming Eric. Eric’s also wearing a plaid shirt that’s either dark blue or black with white, with a white t-shirt on underneath. His lower half can’t be seen.

Eric: “Yea… Everyone I love, I’m really sorry about all this. I know my mom and dad will be just like.. just fucking shocked beyond belief. I’m sorry, all right. I can’t help it.”

Dylan: (interrupts) “We did what we had to do.”

Eric: “Morris, Nate, if you guys live, I want you guys to have whatever you want from my room and the computer room.”

Dylan adds that they can have his things as well.

Eric: “Susan, sorry. Under different circumstances it would’ve been a lot different. I want you to have that fly CD.”

Eric: (eventually) “That’s it. Sorry. Goodbye.”

Dylan: (sticks his face in the camera) “Goodbye.”

The tape ends with a brief glimpse of a sign on the wall of Eric’s bedroom, someone’s arm partially blocking it from sight. It’s the letters: CHS along with a drawing of a bomb with a lit fuse and, in bold black letters, the word “clue”.

anonymous asked:

I'm new to the TCC, so sorry for the stupid question, but what are the basement tapes?

The basement tapes are videos that Eric and Dylan filmed before the massacre, explaining why they did it, apologizing to their relatives and friends, their methods, etc.
Those tapes weren’t exposed to the public because they are “destroyed”.
But after five years, parts of these videos were re-released to the public though the full-length tapes are still withheld due to court order.
Here’s an explication of one of those videos:(actually the last one)

Eric Harris is filming in his home with Dylan Klebold. Eric is operating the camera. There are numerous pipe bombs on the floor, including three that Eric refers to as the “Charlie batch”. He says they’re 2 inches in diameter and 6 inches in length. Six appear to be about 1 inch in diameter and 6 inches in length. All are wrapped in duct tape. Also on the floor is Eric’s sawed-off shotgun (he calls it “Arlene” – the name can be seen etched on the side of the gun in the video). He identifies another gun on the floor - a long black one - as a carbine. There are thirteen clips on the floor, which Eric says they were purchased at Green Mountain Guns.

“Yes, they did have the right number,” he notes.

There are two white boxes of 9mm bullets on the floor as well. Eric then points out something he calls “my bandolier of stuff” and said it will be filled with napalm. There’s a black plastic box on the floor filled with twenty-nine CO2cartridges wrapped with duct tape, fuses protruding from the end of each of them. The duct tape secures buckshot to the homemade mini-grenades. Eric refers to them as “crickets” and says they are his grenades. Dylan takes the camera then and he tapes Eric holding some of the guns.

The tape stops, then starts again, showing Eric wearing black BDUs (battle dress uniform style pants), no shirt and a web-type harness. He’s carrying the carbine attached to a sling and he is holding the shotgun. Eric sticks the shotgun into one of the cargo pockets and secures it with a web strap at his side. According to the viewing officer’s report in the Columbine Report, these weapons are the same ones that were used in the assault on Columbine High School.

Dylan makes a comment then about how Eric is a “soon to be 18 year old" [Placing the taping sometime before April 9th, Eric’s birthdate.]. He goes on to refer to "my Tec” and how he wants to do something with it “this weekend, maybe tomorrow.” He also says “My parents are going to fucking Passover." [Passover 1999 began on March 31 (Seder), with Good Friday on April 2, and Easter on April 4.]

With Klebold still using the camera, the teens move from the lower level family room of the Harris residence to Eric’s bedroom. Dylan aims the camera toward the west window and calls it a "bunker”. “You can’t see it,” says Dylan. “It’s buried there. That’s why it’s called a bunker.”

*** 

The tape stops again and when it starts, Eric Harris is alone in a moving car. The camera seems to be mounted on the car’s dashboard. It’s dark out and there are raindrops on the window. At one point he passes a street sign that reads “Federal”. There’s music playing loudly, making it hard at times to understand what Eric is saying. At one point he mentions “The Black Jack Crew" [Eric and Dylan worked at Blackjack Pizza], specifically mentioning "Jason” and “Chris”.

Eric: "You guys are very cool. Sorry, dudes. I had to do what I had to do.“

Eric also makes mention of "Angel”, “Phil”, and “Bob”.

Eric: "Bob is one of the coolest guys I’ve ever met in my life, except for being an alcoholic.“ Eric says he’s going to miss Bob. "It’s a weird feeling knowing you’re going to be dead in two and a half weeks.”

Eric says he can’t decide “if we should do it before or after prom”. At the end of this section of the tape Harris says he wishes he could have re-visited Michigan and “old friends”. He falls silent then and appears to start crying, wiping a tear from the left side of his face. He shuts the camera off.

*** 

When the tape starts again, Eric Harris has the camera and he and Dylan Klebold are in Dylan’s bedroom at the Klebold house. Dylan’s wearing black BDUs and a black t-shirt with the word “Wrath” printed on it in red letters. Dylan is attaching something to his pants which seem to be black suspenders. He then attaches what looks to be a tan ammo pouch to the suspenders or his belt. He attaches a green pouch to his right shin. Dylan then removes some items from an open case (small suitcase or hard-sided briefcase) that’s on the floor. Dylan takes out a sawed-off shotgun and puts the barrel of it into a cargo pocket on his pants, attaching it with webbing so it stays put. He has the TEC-DC9 (the same that was removed from his body after the shootings) on a sling over his shoulder.

Dylan makes a comment about his “50 round clip”. He mentions Brandon Larson and his head being on his knife. He talks about going to the prom with Robyn. He says he didn’t want to go but that his parents are paying for it. Eric says something about having three bags to use and they talk about wanting to “practice” the next couple of nights. Eric says they got “lasers and more propane today”. He also mentions four big black containers and two of some other sort of fuel. The boys talk about writing poems “in Kelly’s class today” and how ridiculous it was.

They start talking then about the double-barrel shotgun.

Dylan: "Thanks, Mr. Stevens.“ He then says to Eric: "He knew I was fucking buying it.”

Dylan gets dressed, pulling on a black trenchcoat. “I’m fat on this side,” he says and starts talking about how he looks “fat with all the stuff on”. He tries to toss the TEC-9 into his hand from where it’s hanging on the sling but his coat prevents the move.

Dylan: "I’ll have to take the coat off.“ 

Dylan complains then about how he doesn’t want to take off the coat – he says he likes his coat. The boys begin discussing how "fucking snow is gay” and that they “hope the shit clears out by Tuesday, actually Sunday”. Eric says he needs “dry weather for my fires”.


April 20th, 1999 tape - roughly 30 minutes before the attack
Evidence item #333

Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold are once more in the family room of the Harris home. Eric is filming. Dylan is wearing a black baseball cap on backward, exposing a “B” embroidered in white on the back of the hat - the Boston Red Sox logo. He’s wearing a plaid shirt, either dark blue or black with white; the shirt’s untucked. He’s wearing black BDUs (military-style pants) tucked into military-style boots. There are several bags on the floor, including a large maroon one.

Eric: "Say it now.“

Dylan: "Hey mom. Gotta go. It’s about a half an hour before our little judgment day. I just wanted to apologize to you guys for any crap this might instigate as far as (inaudible) or something. Just know I’m going to a better place. I didn’t like life too much and I know I’ll be happy wherever the fuck I go. So I’m gone. Good-bye. Reb…" 

Dylan takes the camera then and begins filming Eric. Eric’s also wearing a plaid shirt that’s either dark blue or black with white, with a white t-shirt on underneath. His lower half can’t be seen.

Eric: "Yea… Everyone I love, I’m really sorry about all this. I know my mom and dad will be just like.. just fucking shocked beyond belief. I’m sorry, all right. I can’t help it.”

Dylan: (interrupts) “We did what we had to do.”

Eric: "Morris, Nate, if you guys live, I want you guys to have whatever you want from my room and the computer room.“

Dylan adds that they can have his things as well.

Eric: "Susan, sorry. Under different circumstances it would’ve been a lot different. I want you to have that fly CD.”

Eric: (eventually) “That’s it. Sorry. Goodbye.”

Dylan: (sticks his face in the camera) “Goodbye.”

The tape ends with a brief glimpse of a sign on the wall of Eric’s bedroom, someone’s arm partially blocking it from sight. It’s the letters: CHS along with a drawing of a bomb with a lit fuse and, in bold black letters, the word “clue”.

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April 20th, 1999 tape - roughly 30 minutes before the attack
Evidence item #333

Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold are once more in the family room of the Harris home. Eric is filming. Dylan is wearing a black baseball cap on backward, exposing a “B” embroidered in white on the back of the hat - the Boston Red Sox logo. He’s wearing a plaid shirt, either dark blue or black with white; the shirt’s untucked. He’s wearing black BDUs (military-style pants) tucked into military-style boots. There are several bags on the floor, including a large maroon one.

Eric: “Say it now.”

Dylan: “Hey mom. Gotta go. It’s about a half an hour before our little judgment day. I just wanted to apologize to you guys for any crap this might instigate as far as (inaudible) or something. Just know I’m going to a better place. I didn’t like life too much and I know I’ll be happy wherever the fuck I go. So I’m gone. Good-bye. Reb…”

Dylan takes the camera then and begins filming Eric. Eric’s also wearing a plaid shirt that’s either dark blue or black with white, with a white t-shirt on underneath. His lower half can’t be seen.

Eric: “Yea… Everyone I love, I’m really sorry about all this. I know my mom and dad will be just like.. just fucking shocked beyond belief. I’m sorry, all right. I can’t help it.”

Dylan: (interrupts) “We did what we had to do.”

Eric: “Morris, Nate, if you guys live, I want you guys to have whatever you want from my room and the computer room.”

Dylan adds that they can have his things as well.

Eric: “Susan, sorry. Under different circumstances it would’ve been a lot different. I want you to have that fly CD.”

Eric: (eventually) “That’s it. Sorry. Goodbye.”

Dylan: (sticks his face in the camera) “Goodbye.”


The tape ends with a brief glimpse of a sign on the wall of Eric’s bedroom, someone’s arm partially blocking it from sight. It’s the letters: CHS along with a drawing of a bomb with a lit fuse and, in bold black letters, the word “clue”. 

anonymous asked:

Tony doing his best to embarrass Rhodey in front of all his military friends

Tony stopped at the edge of the military base, tucking one hand into his trouser’s pocket as he smirked at Rhodey. His eyes glimmered with a teasing and mischievous light that could be seen even behind the purple tinted sunglasses he wore.

Rhodey’s stomach simultaneously flipped and dropped. He knew that expression, and he knew what followed it was often something that would excite him, but get him into a whole hell of a lot of trouble.

“What?” Rhodey asked, feigning ignorance to Tony machinations.

Tony’s grin widened. “Aren’t you going to give me a kiss goodbye, Honeybear?”

Rhodey’s eyes darted over his shoulder where some of his men were unloading the crates of weapons Tony had personally delivered. “Not in front of my men, or while I’m in uniform.”

“But Platypus,” Tony playfully whined. “You’re about to take off for a few months, aren’t you? This may be the last time we see each other until you get back and you won’t even kiss me goodbye?”

Tony was just teasing, but there was enough truth behind Tony’s words to make Rhodey’s gut churn with guilt. They’d managed to sneak in their goodbyes a few hours before, but that didn’t lessen Rhodey’s desire to send Tony off with a kiss.

Tony patted Rhodey on the arm and squeezed. “Don’t worry, buddy. I know the rules. I promise I won’t get you in trouble by having you kiss a civilian while in uniform. I’m just teasing you a bit. A hug would be nice though. If you think we can get away with it.”

Rhodey sighed. He really shouldn’t hug Tony, but he had a weakness, and it was Tony. Rhodey opened his arms, and in an instant they were filled with Tony.

Rhodey beamed as Tony snuck a quick kiss under his chin then pulled away.

“Woo! You go Colonel!”

Rhodey groaned as a series of hoots, hollers, and catcalls followed.

Tony snickered as he pulled out of Rhodey’s embrace. “Love you.”

“You’re such a jerk,” Rhodey grumbled, but he couldn’t stop his smile from reappearing. “I love you too though, you cocky fool.”

sappireblues  asked:

You have a chance to take a little quick look at their bedroom. What will you see?

Noctis: Noctis’s bed is a giant purple canopy bed with dark wooden oak banisters and similarly colored sheets. His bedsheets and comforter would be messed up near the pillows but near the bottom they’d be still neatly tucked in so you can tell that he sleeps curled up. On the floor there would be a couple stray socks and a single shoe that wasn’t kicked fully beneath the bed frame.
A couple of his night stand drawers would be open and you’d probably be able to see the cover of some twisted mystery books peeking out. The most notable thing would be the cushioned window sill with the panes wide open that he could lean against and stare out into the courtyard.

Prompto: Prompto’s room would be clean, if it weren’t for the heaps upon heaps of clothes on the floor. He always has such a hard time figuring out what to wear in the morning that he goes through literally his whole closet every day. He goes through a cycle where the clothes would slowly pile up from the closet to the floor, and it’d get to the point where he’d just end up picking clothes from there. He has a loft bed, black frame and black comforter, pushed unobtrusively against the wall. A black faux leather sofa beneath the bed frame provides a great place for Prompto to read comic books, play video games with Noctis and later pass the fuck out. He’s also mildly addicted to Chinese food so his trashcan is piled high with empty takeout boxes. Since guns are illegal in Lucis, the bullets are shoved in the sock drawer in a smelly sock in an attempt to ward off Ignis. It doesn’t work.

Gladio: Gladio’s bed is in the innermost corner of the room and is decorated with a dark blue zig-zag patterned comforter.Gladio isn’t messy at all and his room could be compared to being on par with Ignis’, however he doesn’t shove all his clothes in the closet. So in reality, he has the cleanest room. In the frame of the door is a pull up bar and just beyond that and to the right is a nice comfy blue bean bag surrounded by some sports magazines. His dresser is covered with anything from his knuckle tape to some discarded belts that he forgot to tuck into the top draw. On his walls he has lots of posters featuring the military of Lucis.

Ignis: Ignis has a simple checkered green comforter on top of his bed, tucked in military style. Upon first inspection Ignis’s room would seem completely pristine. Ignis would be the type of guy to have parchments spread out on his composite desk and an overflowing pen holder next to the window. He’d also have bookshelves that literally make up the walls. If you had the chance to nose around a little bit and open his closet all his clothes would come tumbling out and bury you. Ignis takes better care of his books than his clothes but he always makes sure to iron whatever he’s going to wear so his outfit isn’t a complete mess.

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Do you have any glenn rhee headcannons?

  • Carol wasn’t lying: Glenn is the best tucker-inner in the group. His skill ranges from a basic military style tuck, to swaddling babies and grown adults, to rolling someone up in a blanket like a taquito. He swaddled Lori once, and she claimed it was the best sleep she’d had in years.
  • To lighten the atmosphere during the first winter on the road, Glenn found a whole booklet of temporary tattoos. They were superhero themed, and he had a knack for sticking them on someone when they were distracted so they didn’t realize it until later. He used up all of the comic book “wham!” tattoos on Beth’s forehead, and there were nearly 15 of them.
  • He is a master at finishing a song. Anytime someone gets part of a song stuck in their head and can’t think of the rest, they just have to sing what they know around him and he’ll finish it…with gusto.
  • For a while, there was a kid at the prison who had a speech impediment and always called Glenn “Gin.” For a month straight, everybody referred to him as Gin, and then Maggie, by association, got nicknamed “Tonic.” Cue a chorus of “Here comes Gin and Tonic!”
  • Glenn grabbed Carl’s Grimes family picture before leaving the prison.
  • When someone complains (not valid complaints or concerns, just pointless whining), Glenn will whip out the pocket watch, look at it dramatically, and state that it’s “half past idgaf o’clock!” (He actually pronounces it. “id-gaf.”)
  • Glenn and Maggie have done the “pizza delivery man and the customer who can’t pay” bedroom roleplay many times.
  • After a really good supply haul, Glenn used conditioner on his hair for the first time. Maggie was beside herself laughing at his dreamy expression as he ran his fingers through his fluffy, soft hair.
  • He still has the shirt that he was wearing the day that they fled the Greene farm. It has a lot of horizontal lines across the back where they have measured Carl’s growth spurts against him. Glenn can’t wear it anymore since he broadened out, and Carl is too tall to measure against the shirt anymore anyway, but he keeps it for sentimental value.
  • Most of Carl’s clothes are hand-me-downs from Glenn.
  • He is TERRIBLE at Pictionary. Holy god, terrible.
  • “Glenn, what is that supposed to be?! A pyramid? With a…with a star on top! Egypt! Ancient Egypt! Wait…is that a star or an eyeball? Illuminati? The Illuminati!”
  • “…It’s a windmill.”
  • “WHAT THE FU—“
  • When he laughs too hard, he snorts.
  • He once sneezed himself awake from a nap, and Michonne had to straight up leave the room because it was the most adorable thing she’d ever seen.
  • He is awesome with kids but clueless with babies. If a baby cries, he will flatly mimic their crying noise as he holds them out like a bomb about to blow. Ironically, this confuses Judith so much that she stops crying.
  • Instead of the old roadtrip game where you have to call out if you see a yellow car or something similar, Glenn and Beth invented “Boards.” If they pass a building with boarded up windows, whoever sees it first has to pinch the other and call out “boards!”
  • Sasha brought back a sleeve of plastic shot glasses that look like tiny red Solo cups, and they took turns fucking with Daryl by replacing all of his drinks with the tiny cups.
  • Glenn jumps into piles of leaves yelling “cannonball!”
  • Glenn and Tara have an inside joke about the word “cloud.” Nobody knows what the joke is or why it’s so funny, but if anybody mentions the clouds in the sky, they lose their collective shit.
  • Glenn has been known to fill pillowcases with packing peanuts and hide around a corner, smacking any unsuspecting victim who walks around said corner. This is usually accompanied by Carol and Michonne sitting on a nearby porch and watching.
  • He and Carl invented a game where people take a wooden clothespin and stick it somewhere on their bodies. Whoever tolerates the pinch the longest wins. This is also how Rick ended up with a bruised armpit for two weeks.
  • Glenn and Enid sucking helium and heckling passersby from the porch. At one point Enid hid in a bush and convinced Eugene that the garden gnome was possessed and speaking to him. The only thing that gave her away was Glenn’s high pitched cackling and rolling on the steps.
  • He plays Connect the Dots with the freckles on Maggie’s body using his finger, drawing out constellations and coming up with funny names for them.
Other Worldly (Part 11)

Pairing: Dean x Reader (Reverse!French Mistake)

Words: 2,202

Summary: Reader comes to term that it was all a dream while Dean practically has a panic attack

Warnings: Angst, tears, time travel, mentions of mini-dean ;)

Tags: @garveygirl139 @fandomcrazedhuman @kyleewinchester @thequeenofgood @juliakidx@sadanddeadwinchester @celinejfong @marylovessherlockandioan @dragontearsandunicornfears@destiny14444 @hannahlramos @bexnightowl @sandlee44 @allons-ysherlock-andgrab-thesalt @negansgrimes (If you want to be tagged in future updates, let me know!)

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You felt like you were gonna cry. Your eyes stung and you gathered your covers in your fist, clutching them as your head swam. You felt like you were drowning.

Your head banged against the headboard as you threw it back in disdain. “Ow!” You exclaimed, rubbing the sore spot and feeling your thoughts cloud. You chased after memories as they began to recede, desperately trying to catch the fleeting thoughts that reminded you of your time in their land.

Tiny details slipped through your grasp like dreams. You remembered that you’d played a game of chess with Sam but you forgot who won. You remembered that you’d cut yourself making pie but you couldn’t remember which finger. Your hands flew up and you examined them but there was no sign of a cut ever being there. You couldn’t remember if it had healed before now or not.

“But it was real.” You muttered to yourself. “There was Sam, and the shooting range, and the mall, and the dress….” Flinging the covers off, your legs were met with cool air as your shorts and shirt were revealed. You could have sworn you’d fallen asleep with the dress on. “And Dean….”

Your head fell into your hands. “He was real,” You sobbed, the first tear escaping. “Real…”

But soon enough, after a few more tears and peeks around your normal, small, realistic room, even you had to admit it. “I’m reading too much fanfic. It was just a elaborate dream.” And as you thought about it more, you had to add, “A very elaborate dream.”

Your tears cleared because a dream, no matter how amazing it was, was not worth your cries. You just thanked your imagination for letting you have a night with Dean, because you couldn’t think of a better way to spend your last few minutes in fantasies than in his arms.

As you thought more about it though, it was pretty obvious that it hadn’t been real. Most of it was incredibly unrealistic, especially the last night. Dean was kinder, gentler, over all a lot more ‘fluffy’ than he was ever shown as on the show. It was all highly improbable and made you feel a little silly for thinking for a moment that it had been real. You weren’t even a little hungover from all the drinks last night.

You decided to call in sick from work because you were going to leave early anyway and you wanted some time to get ready for the con. Taking a deep breath, you hung up with your boss, who couldn’t have cared less that you weren’t coming in today, and made your way over to your computer.

Tumblr was open and as you refreshed the page, a gif set of Dean lit up the screen, smiling pictures of him from PurCon a couple months ago. The image startled you, after so many weeks now not used to him behind a screen. However, you almost had to hit yourself in the head to remind that this was not Dean and it had not been so many weeks. This was Jensen and it was a dream that took a few hours.

You had a few messages in your inbox that you quickly answered. One of them looked eerily familiar but it was a anon and short message so maybe someone had said that to you before. Another ask talked about Forever Yours and you realized that you had to write down the ending after the inspiration last night.

Quickly, you typed up a rough draft. “And your lips are really soft, can I kiss you again please?” You mumbled as you finished the last line. You had been concentrating so hard on remembering the way it had happened that you didn’t notice the stinging in your eyes again or the wet streak making it’s way down your cheek.

You shook your head and wiped the tear away, closing your laptop with a sigh. “Get over it, Y/n.” You muttered to yourself. “He wasn’t real.”

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cs fic: fusion was the broken heart

Summary: CS Post-Apocalyptic! AU. Somehow, here, at the End of the World, he feels less lonely.

a/n: CS AU Make-Up Week with my love, BK continues! I completely blame this particular AU on Josh Ritter’s The Temptation of Adam, my love of post-apocalyptic literature, and my Russian History degree.

cs fic: fusion was the broken heart

“Princess?” 

She nods, shoves her hands in her pockets and looks around the field - quiet, windswept greenery that she takes in greedily (forcefully off-hand). “Pirate?”

“Aye,” he grips the pack at his shoulder and wonders at her empty hands.

The code names are formality and he’s not sure why they’re concerned with them at this point other than he thinks that maybe her whole body is floundering for routine, too.

“You ready?” She asks, but doesn’t look at him (doesn’t care about his answer).

“As one could ever be.”

And they’re opening the hatch, descending below the ground. He watches as she scrambles down quickly and out of sight, her eyes determinedly not looking up. When he gazes up at the sun, he tries to make out faint stars and the moon in the midday sky. He memorizes the way the universe bows slightly, and the way that it smells like brightness.

“Hey!” Her gruff call echoes below him. “You coming?” 

A burning ring of light is the last he sees of the world before he closes the hatch and climbs down the ladder. “Yeah.” But she’s can’t hear him, and she’s already adept at ignoring him, so he remembers the world for them both.

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