[Infrastructure] Rose kissed Barcelona
Chapter 5 Fail!
"Pretend to be the Duke's daughter, won't you reveal your secrets?"
"Your Highness, you can rest assured. Duke Fernandez has not left Valencia for ten years. I heard it in Madrid before. He seems to have some kind of paranoia, thinking that the machine revolution that is now in full swing will lead to the end of the world, and Valencia It is the last pure land." Pascal bowed and said.
The butler glanced down at the princess who was reading and writing with her head down, revealing a hint of surprise that she tried her best to conceal.
Joey didn't look up, so he didn't see the butler's eyes.She took another sip of the hot cocoa and smiled in a good mood.
What a perfect father Mr. Duke is.
It is the most comfortable time in spring, the bright and gentle sunshine in the morning comes in from the balcony, and there seem to be twinkling tiny spots of light floating in the air.
While eating breakfast, Joey immersed himself in the pages of "News of the World", circled it with a pen in one hand, dipped it in the ink bottle from time to time, and wrote a few strokes on the white paper.
The long wooden table, which had been decorated with flowers, had been cleared out, and now it was covered with hills of newspapers, all back issues of the past few months, and you can buy several stacks for a few copper pesos.
It's the morning after a cozy prom.Joy is not ashamed to say that last night's prom appearance was a great success.
Although she must admit that after gaining the limelight with her knowledge of Chinese, she felt a bit of regret in her heart—she had to make money to pay off her debts, and making money requires more friends, not more enemies.I have to say that Mrs. Demer's face was really scary at that time.
However, when her (false) identity as the duke's daughter was revealed, it was as if she had cast a spell of forgetting.Count Guell invited her to the first dance, and the guests began to rush to her side to talk.
Mrs. Demer, who is very talented in yin and yang, is also very accomplished in jumping the queue. She insisted on squeezing to Joy's side first, from her profound knowledge and elegant fashion taste to a pure white goose feather on the dark green velvet dress—— —Joy is embarrassed to say that it fell off the baroness's hat and stuck to her skirt.
She dealt with the baroness decently with a smile, and couldn't help but think of a description that was very appropriate in the era when she came - as long as you are not embarrassed, I am not embarrassed.
Afterwards, she learned in the conversation with Ramiro that the title of the Baroness Demer was not hereditary, but bought by bribing officials with a large sum of money, and she suddenly realized.
It seems that the more people whose status is not justified, the more they care about the status itself, and the more they hope to be recognized by the so-called "orthodox" nobles.
In this regard, Joey, who grew up in the culture of "princes and generals would rather have kindness", said that he can understand it, but it is really hard to agree.However, when she became a vested interest in this class system, she really had to admit that power and status make people degenerate.
Evil feudal society!
The door rattled a few times, and Pascal went to open it.After a while, he came to report: "Your Highness, the headmaster of the Barcelona School of Architecture said that he would like to meet with you, no problem at twelve o'clock."
Joey glanced at the pendulum clock.That's an hour later.The efficiency is quite high.
She has always disliked procrastination, and it was past ten o'clock when she got home last night, but she sat down non-stop and started to make a list, asking Ada to buy newspapers, focusing on business, technological innovation and related people, and asking Pascal to help She makes appointments with people from architecture school.
Now, she is seriously considering going back to her old career.Judging from what she collected on purpose last night, Barcelona is currently undergoing massive construction, and the new aristocrats who have become rich on the wave of the industrial revolution are very keen to show their nobility and wealth in their houses. Almost every block has houses built or Great list of remodels.
Architects were in short supply, a solid seller's market; and she was in deep debt and desperate for money.Even if she is used to computer graphics and modeling, she has to learn to use her hands again here, but compared with the consequences of not being able to pay back the money, the risk of baldness and sudden death from liver design is almost negligible.
... She suddenly thought of how she came to this era, and silently lit a piece of wax for herself.Is this the so-called self-involution?
Slender fingers tapped on the wooden table, showing that the owner of these hands was in deep thought.
Of course, the most ideal situation is to find Gaudi, who is not yet famous, and then quickly hug his thigh—no, it is to quickly recruit him into his team.Although she can probably design the toilets and stairs in a project in modern society after only graduating from a bachelor’s degree, she is still standing on the shoulders of giants for more than a century, and I believe it will be enough in the [-]th century.
What Joy didn't realize was that she was quite naturally ignoring the fact that she didn't actually have a bachelor's degree.
"Get ready to go." She put down the pen, pinched the bridge of her nose and did some simple eye exercises.Afterwards, she gathered up the white papers that were scattered on the table, stretched them on the table to align them, trying to pin them together.
"Ada, no... eh?" Joey froze suddenly.
"Your Highness, what do you want to ask? Nothing?" Ada heard the voice of the princess in the back room and opened the door.
Joy wanted to ask if there were any paper clips, but she didn't know how to say pins in Spanish.
What's happening here?
She inherited the memory of Princess Rose after wearing it, so she naturally acquired fluent Spanish and Catalan, and she did not forget her original mother tongue, Chinese.
But why couldn't she remember what the paper clip said?
Is it because the princess has never seen a paper clip, or...there is no such thing as a paper clip in this world!
Unprecedented, Joey was so nervous that he stammered a little: "Ada, do you know that there is a small thing with a bent metal wire, which can clamp the paper in the bent part and fix the paper in place?"
Ada froze for a moment, then patted her head: "Your Highness said... oh, I see, just wait!"
A basin of cold water was poured on Joey's head.
That is to say, how could such a simple little thing as the paper clip have not been invented at this time.Stop dreaming.
Afterwards, Ada brought the metal clips used to hold the drawing board: "Your Highness, the edges of this thing are quite sharp, so be careful."
Joey: "...!"
It's been a rollercoaster ride.
Joey couldn't believe it until he got on the carriage to architecture school.
It's 1873!The Qing Dynasty is about to die, and human beings haven't invented the paper clip yet!The excitement of being hit by a pie from the sky lingered in her mind for a long time, and she also opened up a new way of thinking.
When he first found out that he was time-traveling, Joey hated why he didn't study medicine, pharmacy, biology, or an electrician or something based on the background of the second industrial revolution.In this way, wouldn't she be a waver of the industrial revolution, and paying off debts is nothing!
But she soon figured it out—in the 21st century, where technology is highly developed and social life is highly convenient, everyone actually only has in-depth knowledge in a very narrow field.This is also impossible.
However, the paper clip made her realize that many times, a simple idea can mean huge changes.There are also business opportunities.
Sitting in the rickety carriage, Joey's heart weighed down by debts finally saw a glimmer of hope.
The school of architecture is not far from the magnificent Plaza Aragon.Looking along the layers of ochre-colored roofs, you can see the marble statue of Columbus pointing toward America in the center of the square.
As Joey approached the Palladian marble portico, he heard the bell chime three times.The school became active in an instant, like a pot of boiling soup.
"Miss Fernandez? Oh, yes. This way, please." The janitor took her to a clean office.
"Sorry, today is the day when the results of the final exam are released. Professor Dago should still be in the teaching building. Please wait here for a while, it will take about ten minutes."
Results day?Although Joey had already fully accepted that he would no longer have to worry about exams in the future, he still couldn't help but feel a chill on his back when he heard this word.
"It doesn't matter, I came early. Please go to work and don't worry about me." Joey nodded with a smile, and at the same time silently sent blessings from more than a century later to the students here.
The principal's office of this architecture school is very simple, even austere.A huge oval oak table, the bookcase behind it is full of tomes and old books.Each book is neatly placed in order of category and size, and it can be seen that the obsessive-compulsive disorder is not serious.
The most eye-catching place in the whole room is a glass cabinet, in which there are all kinds of golden medals and trophies. A cursory reading of the text on it shows that the students have won prizes in various competitions.
Idle is also idle, Joey pictured the image of Mr. Dago in his heart.
Probably a frugal, rigorous middle-aged man with a high sense of honor in his career.It may be a bit bossy, but such a person should not have too many crooked thoughts, as long as they show sincerity, it should not be difficult to deal with.
Within a few minutes, there were footsteps coming from far and near outside the window.
A gray-haired, semi-bald man came towards this side from the teaching building, with thick glass glasses hanging on his neckline, and a polished leather briefcase under his arm.His stride is great, and his walk is like the wind.
This is probably the principal, Professor Dago.Joey stood up, ready to show him politely.
"Professor! Professor Dago!" A young voice suddenly came from a distance, surrounded by the wind of running, and stopped the headmaster who was rushing forward.
Joey frowned.Why is this voice so familiar?She couldn't help leaning towards the window.
Then, I saw the boy I met at the rose market yesterday at a glance.
In the sun, Antonio's messy hair was blown into a ball, and the golden brown color inexplicably recalled the sweet taste of ripe roasted chestnuts.
"What? Oh, it's you, Antonio." Dago turned around, "What's the matter? You're running so out of breath."
Joey remembered the way Antonio said yesterday that class was a waste of time when they parted.It turned out that he was also a student of architecture school.
She was a little regretful, if she had known it yesterday, she would have asked him if he knew a classmate named Antonio Gaudí——
etc!Could he be-
She suddenly opened her eyes wide, shrank her head and hid in a hidden corner by the window, looking out furtively, her heart started beating uncontrollably.
"Professor, I want to ask if my grades are wrong." Antonio ran all the way, but when he spoke at this moment, he suppressed all the intense emotions and spoke in a calm tone.
"Is it wrong?" Dago said slowly, "I have personally seen the results on the list, just like the buildings in our school, there is absolutely no mistake. What did you get? Let me think about it..."
"Oh—by the way, it's a failure!"
Mr. Principal dragged his tone, as if he was afraid that others would not hear his exaggeration, "Antonio, aren't you very smart, why didn't you expect this result?"
Antonio's expression turned cold: "It's impossible for me to fail, it should be a perfect score. Professor, you are clearly aware of this."
Dago snorted through his nose, "The final grade is not just the result of the final exam, but also a comprehensive consideration of the performance of the whole semester, especially the level of hard work."
He brushed off the non-existent ashes on his briefcase, turned around and walked forward: "I still have guests. Don't worry about grades anymore. Think about it. If you fail, you fail. It's no big deal. You need to retake it next semester." That is. Young man, it won't do you any harm to take this course again."
Antonio did not follow any further.But his blue eyes half-closed, and he said coldly: "But it's not good. What do you think?"
Joey in the window saw that Dago's face suddenly changed.
The headmaster stopped walking again, turned around slowly, paused every word, and his words were full of bitter sarcasm: "Since it is so powerful, how about this school give it to you, and you come to teach? I haven't even done the actual project, I thought Can you become an architect by drawing a few pictures?"
"Dear Mr. Gaudí, I know you do have some bright ideas. But you are such a genius, why don't you become a great painter and scientist? In the field of architecture, no one wants to see extraordinary design. People want It is a model of balance, perfection, elegance and sophistication like neoclassicism."
"Listen to me, young man. If you want to stay in this business, put away your cleverness. Architecture is a technology, a service, not a new art."
After speaking, the gray-haired headmaster walked to the office again.
Antonio closed his eyes slightly.After a while, he suddenly chuckled: "Professor Dago, your question about my work lies in its practicality, right? You said that I haven't done any actual projects yet. What if I have completed the actual projects?"
Dago stopped in front of the office door, deeply irritated by the conversation between chickens and ducks.He smiled strangely: "If you finish it before the start of the next semester, then you can come to me, and I will personally change it to full marks for you."
The holiday is just over a month away.For a student like him who has only been studying for three years, no one wants to be recruited into the project as an assistant, let alone complete a project independently, and the time for design and construction has to be counted.
"Young people, this is an architectural school, which is used to cultivate outstanding construction craftsmen, not to turn stones into gold and discover geniuses. Save your self-righteousness, I also came from your age, and I know that young people at this time always I think I am unique, but in the end I have to integrate into the mainstream of society. I am doing this for your own good."
"Okay, I really have to see the guests. Goodbye." Dagoli straightened his wrinkled neckline, and raised his legs to enter the door.
Suddenly a ray of light flashed by, and it was a young girl in shiny silk who ran out in a hurry.
"Uh—it's Fair, huh, Miss Fernandez? Your meeting—" Dago was dizzy for a while.
Joey saluted her: "Good morning, Professor Dago! I just want to ask you to help me find a student named Gaudi. I've found it. Excuse me! I'll come back another day to thank you !"
Dago was stunned: "What do you want him for?"
But after a while, the girl lifted the corner of her skirt and chased after the figure who had already walked to the school gate.
Hearing the old man's question, she turned her head and waved to him, and shouted apologetically, "I'm very sorry, professor! Believe me, I really didn't mean it."
"—but I just want him to be the architect of my project!"
"Your Highness, you can rest assured. Duke Fernandez has not left Valencia for ten years. I heard it in Madrid before. He seems to have some kind of paranoia, thinking that the machine revolution that is now in full swing will lead to the end of the world, and Valencia It is the last pure land." Pascal bowed and said.
The butler glanced down at the princess who was reading and writing with her head down, revealing a hint of surprise that she tried her best to conceal.
Joey didn't look up, so he didn't see the butler's eyes.She took another sip of the hot cocoa and smiled in a good mood.
What a perfect father Mr. Duke is.
It is the most comfortable time in spring, the bright and gentle sunshine in the morning comes in from the balcony, and there seem to be twinkling tiny spots of light floating in the air.
While eating breakfast, Joey immersed himself in the pages of "News of the World", circled it with a pen in one hand, dipped it in the ink bottle from time to time, and wrote a few strokes on the white paper.
The long wooden table, which had been decorated with flowers, had been cleared out, and now it was covered with hills of newspapers, all back issues of the past few months, and you can buy several stacks for a few copper pesos.
It's the morning after a cozy prom.Joy is not ashamed to say that last night's prom appearance was a great success.
Although she must admit that after gaining the limelight with her knowledge of Chinese, she felt a bit of regret in her heart—she had to make money to pay off her debts, and making money requires more friends, not more enemies.I have to say that Mrs. Demer's face was really scary at that time.
However, when her (false) identity as the duke's daughter was revealed, it was as if she had cast a spell of forgetting.Count Guell invited her to the first dance, and the guests began to rush to her side to talk.
Mrs. Demer, who is very talented in yin and yang, is also very accomplished in jumping the queue. She insisted on squeezing to Joy's side first, from her profound knowledge and elegant fashion taste to a pure white goose feather on the dark green velvet dress—— —Joy is embarrassed to say that it fell off the baroness's hat and stuck to her skirt.
She dealt with the baroness decently with a smile, and couldn't help but think of a description that was very appropriate in the era when she came - as long as you are not embarrassed, I am not embarrassed.
Afterwards, she learned in the conversation with Ramiro that the title of the Baroness Demer was not hereditary, but bought by bribing officials with a large sum of money, and she suddenly realized.
It seems that the more people whose status is not justified, the more they care about the status itself, and the more they hope to be recognized by the so-called "orthodox" nobles.
In this regard, Joey, who grew up in the culture of "princes and generals would rather have kindness", said that he can understand it, but it is really hard to agree.However, when she became a vested interest in this class system, she really had to admit that power and status make people degenerate.
Evil feudal society!
The door rattled a few times, and Pascal went to open it.After a while, he came to report: "Your Highness, the headmaster of the Barcelona School of Architecture said that he would like to meet with you, no problem at twelve o'clock."
Joey glanced at the pendulum clock.That's an hour later.The efficiency is quite high.
She has always disliked procrastination, and it was past ten o'clock when she got home last night, but she sat down non-stop and started to make a list, asking Ada to buy newspapers, focusing on business, technological innovation and related people, and asking Pascal to help She makes appointments with people from architecture school.
Now, she is seriously considering going back to her old career.Judging from what she collected on purpose last night, Barcelona is currently undergoing massive construction, and the new aristocrats who have become rich on the wave of the industrial revolution are very keen to show their nobility and wealth in their houses. Almost every block has houses built or Great list of remodels.
Architects were in short supply, a solid seller's market; and she was in deep debt and desperate for money.Even if she is used to computer graphics and modeling, she has to learn to use her hands again here, but compared with the consequences of not being able to pay back the money, the risk of baldness and sudden death from liver design is almost negligible.
... She suddenly thought of how she came to this era, and silently lit a piece of wax for herself.Is this the so-called self-involution?
Slender fingers tapped on the wooden table, showing that the owner of these hands was in deep thought.
Of course, the most ideal situation is to find Gaudi, who is not yet famous, and then quickly hug his thigh—no, it is to quickly recruit him into his team.Although she can probably design the toilets and stairs in a project in modern society after only graduating from a bachelor’s degree, she is still standing on the shoulders of giants for more than a century, and I believe it will be enough in the [-]th century.
What Joy didn't realize was that she was quite naturally ignoring the fact that she didn't actually have a bachelor's degree.
"Get ready to go." She put down the pen, pinched the bridge of her nose and did some simple eye exercises.Afterwards, she gathered up the white papers that were scattered on the table, stretched them on the table to align them, trying to pin them together.
"Ada, no... eh?" Joey froze suddenly.
"Your Highness, what do you want to ask? Nothing?" Ada heard the voice of the princess in the back room and opened the door.
Joy wanted to ask if there were any paper clips, but she didn't know how to say pins in Spanish.
What's happening here?
She inherited the memory of Princess Rose after wearing it, so she naturally acquired fluent Spanish and Catalan, and she did not forget her original mother tongue, Chinese.
But why couldn't she remember what the paper clip said?
Is it because the princess has never seen a paper clip, or...there is no such thing as a paper clip in this world!
Unprecedented, Joey was so nervous that he stammered a little: "Ada, do you know that there is a small thing with a bent metal wire, which can clamp the paper in the bent part and fix the paper in place?"
Ada froze for a moment, then patted her head: "Your Highness said... oh, I see, just wait!"
A basin of cold water was poured on Joey's head.
That is to say, how could such a simple little thing as the paper clip have not been invented at this time.Stop dreaming.
Afterwards, Ada brought the metal clips used to hold the drawing board: "Your Highness, the edges of this thing are quite sharp, so be careful."
Joey: "...!"
It's been a rollercoaster ride.
Joey couldn't believe it until he got on the carriage to architecture school.
It's 1873!The Qing Dynasty is about to die, and human beings haven't invented the paper clip yet!The excitement of being hit by a pie from the sky lingered in her mind for a long time, and she also opened up a new way of thinking.
When he first found out that he was time-traveling, Joey hated why he didn't study medicine, pharmacy, biology, or an electrician or something based on the background of the second industrial revolution.In this way, wouldn't she be a waver of the industrial revolution, and paying off debts is nothing!
But she soon figured it out—in the 21st century, where technology is highly developed and social life is highly convenient, everyone actually only has in-depth knowledge in a very narrow field.This is also impossible.
However, the paper clip made her realize that many times, a simple idea can mean huge changes.There are also business opportunities.
Sitting in the rickety carriage, Joey's heart weighed down by debts finally saw a glimmer of hope.
The school of architecture is not far from the magnificent Plaza Aragon.Looking along the layers of ochre-colored roofs, you can see the marble statue of Columbus pointing toward America in the center of the square.
As Joey approached the Palladian marble portico, he heard the bell chime three times.The school became active in an instant, like a pot of boiling soup.
"Miss Fernandez? Oh, yes. This way, please." The janitor took her to a clean office.
"Sorry, today is the day when the results of the final exam are released. Professor Dago should still be in the teaching building. Please wait here for a while, it will take about ten minutes."
Results day?Although Joey had already fully accepted that he would no longer have to worry about exams in the future, he still couldn't help but feel a chill on his back when he heard this word.
"It doesn't matter, I came early. Please go to work and don't worry about me." Joey nodded with a smile, and at the same time silently sent blessings from more than a century later to the students here.
The principal's office of this architecture school is very simple, even austere.A huge oval oak table, the bookcase behind it is full of tomes and old books.Each book is neatly placed in order of category and size, and it can be seen that the obsessive-compulsive disorder is not serious.
The most eye-catching place in the whole room is a glass cabinet, in which there are all kinds of golden medals and trophies. A cursory reading of the text on it shows that the students have won prizes in various competitions.
Idle is also idle, Joey pictured the image of Mr. Dago in his heart.
Probably a frugal, rigorous middle-aged man with a high sense of honor in his career.It may be a bit bossy, but such a person should not have too many crooked thoughts, as long as they show sincerity, it should not be difficult to deal with.
Within a few minutes, there were footsteps coming from far and near outside the window.
A gray-haired, semi-bald man came towards this side from the teaching building, with thick glass glasses hanging on his neckline, and a polished leather briefcase under his arm.His stride is great, and his walk is like the wind.
This is probably the principal, Professor Dago.Joey stood up, ready to show him politely.
"Professor! Professor Dago!" A young voice suddenly came from a distance, surrounded by the wind of running, and stopped the headmaster who was rushing forward.
Joey frowned.Why is this voice so familiar?She couldn't help leaning towards the window.
Then, I saw the boy I met at the rose market yesterday at a glance.
In the sun, Antonio's messy hair was blown into a ball, and the golden brown color inexplicably recalled the sweet taste of ripe roasted chestnuts.
"What? Oh, it's you, Antonio." Dago turned around, "What's the matter? You're running so out of breath."
Joey remembered the way Antonio said yesterday that class was a waste of time when they parted.It turned out that he was also a student of architecture school.
She was a little regretful, if she had known it yesterday, she would have asked him if he knew a classmate named Antonio Gaudí——
etc!Could he be-
She suddenly opened her eyes wide, shrank her head and hid in a hidden corner by the window, looking out furtively, her heart started beating uncontrollably.
"Professor, I want to ask if my grades are wrong." Antonio ran all the way, but when he spoke at this moment, he suppressed all the intense emotions and spoke in a calm tone.
"Is it wrong?" Dago said slowly, "I have personally seen the results on the list, just like the buildings in our school, there is absolutely no mistake. What did you get? Let me think about it..."
"Oh—by the way, it's a failure!"
Mr. Principal dragged his tone, as if he was afraid that others would not hear his exaggeration, "Antonio, aren't you very smart, why didn't you expect this result?"
Antonio's expression turned cold: "It's impossible for me to fail, it should be a perfect score. Professor, you are clearly aware of this."
Dago snorted through his nose, "The final grade is not just the result of the final exam, but also a comprehensive consideration of the performance of the whole semester, especially the level of hard work."
He brushed off the non-existent ashes on his briefcase, turned around and walked forward: "I still have guests. Don't worry about grades anymore. Think about it. If you fail, you fail. It's no big deal. You need to retake it next semester." That is. Young man, it won't do you any harm to take this course again."
Antonio did not follow any further.But his blue eyes half-closed, and he said coldly: "But it's not good. What do you think?"
Joey in the window saw that Dago's face suddenly changed.
The headmaster stopped walking again, turned around slowly, paused every word, and his words were full of bitter sarcasm: "Since it is so powerful, how about this school give it to you, and you come to teach? I haven't even done the actual project, I thought Can you become an architect by drawing a few pictures?"
"Dear Mr. Gaudí, I know you do have some bright ideas. But you are such a genius, why don't you become a great painter and scientist? In the field of architecture, no one wants to see extraordinary design. People want It is a model of balance, perfection, elegance and sophistication like neoclassicism."
"Listen to me, young man. If you want to stay in this business, put away your cleverness. Architecture is a technology, a service, not a new art."
After speaking, the gray-haired headmaster walked to the office again.
Antonio closed his eyes slightly.After a while, he suddenly chuckled: "Professor Dago, your question about my work lies in its practicality, right? You said that I haven't done any actual projects yet. What if I have completed the actual projects?"
Dago stopped in front of the office door, deeply irritated by the conversation between chickens and ducks.He smiled strangely: "If you finish it before the start of the next semester, then you can come to me, and I will personally change it to full marks for you."
The holiday is just over a month away.For a student like him who has only been studying for three years, no one wants to be recruited into the project as an assistant, let alone complete a project independently, and the time for design and construction has to be counted.
"Young people, this is an architectural school, which is used to cultivate outstanding construction craftsmen, not to turn stones into gold and discover geniuses. Save your self-righteousness, I also came from your age, and I know that young people at this time always I think I am unique, but in the end I have to integrate into the mainstream of society. I am doing this for your own good."
"Okay, I really have to see the guests. Goodbye." Dagoli straightened his wrinkled neckline, and raised his legs to enter the door.
Suddenly a ray of light flashed by, and it was a young girl in shiny silk who ran out in a hurry.
"Uh—it's Fair, huh, Miss Fernandez? Your meeting—" Dago was dizzy for a while.
Joey saluted her: "Good morning, Professor Dago! I just want to ask you to help me find a student named Gaudi. I've found it. Excuse me! I'll come back another day to thank you !"
Dago was stunned: "What do you want him for?"
But after a while, the girl lifted the corner of her skirt and chased after the figure who had already walked to the school gate.
Hearing the old man's question, she turned her head and waved to him, and shouted apologetically, "I'm very sorry, professor! Believe me, I really didn't mean it."
"—but I just want him to be the architect of my project!"
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