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Who: Jessica Hamby, Dokuro Chrome, Asano Rin, Lenalee Lee
Status: Closed
Style: Action
Where: Raisato
When: Week 11, Day 5, After Dark [Backdated]
Rating: Who the hell knows in this log.
Warnings: None. I think.

[Jessica is a creature of habit of the more social kind. One of her favorite past times were to talk on the phone with friends (when her father allowed it) and going out to favorite haunts with her friends (when her father allowed it.) Over time, Jessica's long list of friends started to whittle away - some moved and others drifted away, while precisely three of them gotten pregnant and gotten disowned by their parents, and one died. In the end, there were only a select few chosen by her parents to be "good enough" for them to be Jessica's friends.

When Jessica was turned vampire, the exact number of friends became zero. None. Nada. All gone, eliminated, scratched off, dropped off at the end of the world. Sookie was nice and considerate, but she was so involved with Bill that Jessica can't really call her a friend. A contact, certainly, if Jessica needed anything but nothing else. Jessica has done her part by forgiving Sookie for being the catalyst of Jessica's transformation.

So: Jessica doesn't have any friends. Well, Matt is one, but Jessica is certain that Matt won't be staying in the "friend" category for long. (So exciting, that.) But still, Jessica needs more than just "a friend". She needs lots of friends. She's not sure why she has this need, but Jessica suppose she needs something to occupy her time now that she has forever to look forward too. Or maybe it's not that, but something deeper, something that Jessica can't grasp or understand herself.

Maybe one day, she will.

But for now, she's going shopping.]


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Oct. 6th, 2010 12:48 am (UTC)
[ Alternatively, Chrome has never been what you could call a social butterfly, to say the least. Thirteen years and her mother condemned her to death for failing to make a single meaningful connection with another human being? Yes, one could call that a failure at being social. The trouble with being social is that opening yourself to others opens yourself to the possibility of rejection. And it's a vicious cycle: the less you socialize, the more poorly socialized you are, which in turn leads to clumsy attempts, which lead to strange looks, which make you recoil again. So this was Chrome's life. At least the first half.

You might say that the next ten years had been a gradual de-thaw. Mukuro's unwavering, non-judgmental and absolute acceptance (whether he had been doing it to serve his own ends or not, and she's not naive enough to suppose that hadn't been a factor), Boss's kindness, the girls -- the boys, eventually, in their own different, awkward, dorky ways. Each little piece has meant something to her. Has emboldened her a little.

But it's still. Difficult. She still feels like a stranger in her skin at times like this. As if there are little nuggets of personality within the shell of herself which Chrome does not quite feel free enough to express. She can't talk about her past, and she is in no mood to dwell on her future. So: small talk. The bane of Nagi's existence.

Or at least it used to be.

Maybe it's not so bad. Not anymore. ]

Lenalee-san and Rin-san should be here, soon.

Do you know what you want to buy?

Edited at 2010-10-06 12:50 am (UTC)
Oct. 6th, 2010 01:26 am (UTC)
[It’s hard to say whether or not Lenalee is a social creature. She loves her friends, and enjoys being with them, but can’t say the same of people in general. People seem to usually like her when they meet; a pretty girl with a nice smile, what isn’t to like? At the Order, she was always surrounded by loving people.]

[But in some ways, being away from the Order and starting basically from scratch, having to build her own network of friends (though she never thought of it that way)— it makes her realize how artificial it all was. No less real; no, she could never believe that. She loved her friends there, and still does. Always will. But the circumstances leading to those bonds were less than natural. And it only bothers her because it makes her realize just how new all of this is. Going out to shop with two women she met on her own, in no way affiliated with her way of life. It’s newer than she could have imagined.]

[Enough to make her stomach flutter a little with nerves, though she knows that it’s silly.]

[Lenalee shakes her head a bit, focusing on locating Chrome and Rin. She hopes that they’re here already, not wanting to give herself time to fret over nothing. After another minute of wandering, she sees when looks like the back of Chrome’s head.]


[She hurries forward— and stops dead in her tracks. That woman beside her… Lenalee can’t quite remember her name, but she does very much remember that the woman happens to have fangs.]
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Oct. 6th, 2010 02:49 am (UTC)
[Summary: it's just fucking nice to have girlfriends.]

Oh, that's cool. We girls need to stay together, safety in numbers, stuff like that?

[She looks around at the stalls, seeing all the fabrics and the ceramics with a careful eye until she spots two girls - both of them without the forehead markings - approaching them.]

Oh hi. [Jessica waves a dainty, pale hand.] I'm Jessica.

[She turns to Chrome.] I like to check out some of the fabrics, but you guys want something to eat or something before doing anything else? It's not like I need anything from that department, anyway.
Oct. 6th, 2010 04:30 am (UTC)
[ Learning to reach out had been the hardest part. But Chrome cannot forget the night that she had gone to bed early, declining food from her hosts, only to find I-pin in her room, insisting that she accept the buns. She cannot forget Bianchi, and Kyoko, and Haru, and the onsen; the talk amongst them, the girls, in their own little world. And yet, of them all, Chrome had been the most involved with that other world, hadn't she? Bianchi and I-pin had trained her, and she had bled for them, but the training was such that she would go out as a Guardian. A girl amongst the boys. Sometimes.

Her body was not always that of a female, but this was another story. And with her underdeveloped figure, her scrawny legs and countable ribs and the flatness of her chest, Chrome had not then been a woman: in that, if woman was binary to man, and in opposition to men -- well, the male gaze would not fall on her. She hadn't thought of it exactly like that at the time. Mostly, she still doesn't.

But in a certain light, Chrome's sex had seemed somehow more forgettable before puberty finished with her. Before the gazes, and the socialization with the girls, and the excursions to Italy. Before sliding little by little into a space which has been carved in so many crystal glasses, glinting forks, and the nooks of elbow space. But no, that, too, is another lie. She is a Guardian, still.

Chrome wore a suit to the battle with Byakuran.

She wore a bridesmaid's dress at Boss's wedding.

The woman and the mafiosi: sometimes, only sometimes, the distinction blurs, crosses over itself. But here, the latter is, at least, irrelevant. ]

Food -- [ That had been what she hadn't known how to accept, once. Hospitality, really. ] . . . I'd like that.

I think --

Some of us are from different time periods. Cultures.

What I would normally buy might not apply here.

Edited at 2010-10-06 04:37 am (UTC)
Oct. 6th, 2010 05:06 am (UTC)

[Lenalee’s throat is suddenly dry. She would like to greet Rin properly, but finds herself preoccupied with the fact that there is a vampire standing in front of her. A vampire named Jessica, who seems perfectly nice but is a vampire.]

[Lenalee glances at Chrome, shooting her a somewhat desperate and very confused look. It seems like Jessica is here with her. They had not discussed this beforehand, and the two are talking about food. With a real blood-sucking vampire. Lenalee does her best to remain composed. Would the rose cross ward her off?]

Food sounds good. Um, so you’re coming shopping with us, Jessica?

[Smiling, not wanting to sound rude but more than a little worried. The thought that Chrome might not know that Jessica is a vampire crosses her mind. Lenalee glances at Rin. She doesn’t look scared either.]

[Lenalee comes to the conclusion that either she is the only one who knows of Jessica’s vampiric nature, or the other two women have established some sort of understanding that they are not to become food during this outing. Even then, Lenalee isn't entirely sure that she's comfortable with this.]

[... That or they just really, really like shopping and are distracted.]
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Oct. 6th, 2010 05:54 am (UTC)
[Oh, Jessica now sees what's going on here. Everyone is scared that Jessica might kill everyone. That she's a loaded gun, like Bill said, so don't come near her and run for the fucking hills. She's a bloodsucking monster, spawn of Satan, a temptation against God, a fanger.

But the problem is that Jessica is getting hungry. But she can learn to fucking control herself and prove to Bill - provide that he somehow gets here, which she hopes to God he doesn't for so many reasons - that she can manage quite well with or without his help.

Not that his help mattered in the long run.

Jessica smiles at Lenalee, despite everything.]

I am! I never really got a chance to really shop with anyone for ages, you know?

[But Jessica will talk about her vampirism. She'll take her time, though.

Actually, it might be better to let Chrome talk about it. They might not believe her from her word alone.

Best to get it out of the way now so Jessica can shop.]

Well, you guys can eat if you want. I can't eat practically all of the food here and I already feed before I got here. [That's a complete white lie, she hasn't gotten anything remotely like blood but at this time it's needed to save face.

Jessica points to the stall nearby, showing some varied fabrics.]

I'm gonna check those out, in the meantime, okay? I can find you guys later.

[And she can. Hard to hide from a vampire anyway.

Jessica gives a Chrome a look that says, Care to cover my back while I let two girls I don't know talk decide to talk shit about me? and takes her leave.

Her temporarily leave, to be more precise.]
Oct. 6th, 2010 07:44 am (UTC)
Perhaps you could lead the way, then, Rin-san.

[ But, so saying, Chrome pauses. Glances around a moment, feet instinctively turning inwards out of her age old habit. She catches herself, rectifying her stance and posture, but -- ahh. A look at Lenalee's expression, and Rin's. All right. Something is amiss here. Isn't it? . . . Yes, definitely amiss, and Chrome cannot help stiffening her shoulders slightly in response to Lenalee's apparent anxiety and Jessica's . . . abrupt departure.

Why would she run off? They were going to get --

-- food?

Oh. Oh. It must be. Oh, that. Could it be? Chrome hadn't -- really considered the matter too much. Yes, Jessica is a vampire, but Jessica is Jessica. And Chrome, being mafia -- ally to the likes of Hibari and Mukuro -- is not one to throw stones. Jessica is a nice girl. Friend. Yes. Jessica's body has some strange needs, but. Chrome, after all, supplements herself with illusions and fictional organs. Some would call her disabled. Disfigured. And she's had substance abuse issues in her history. Her body has been as far from perfect as could be conceived of. Maybe that's why Chrome has not given Jessica's need for blood too much thought.

Jessica never asked for an existence as a vampire anymore than Chrome asked to be run over and emptied out. The other woman is merely satisfying her own need -- and with a willing partner. So. Ah. How to explain . . . ]

Lenalee-san, is something wrong?

Jessica --

-- is nice. She wouldn't hurt us.

Edited at 2010-10-06 07:47 am (UTC)
Oct. 6th, 2010 03:12 pm (UTC)
[Now Lenalee is conflicted between being uncomfortable about going on an outing with a vampire, and being uncomfortable over causing an unpleasant start to their outing. Just, uncomfortable in general. She forces a better smile, determined to fix it.]

No, it’s— she seems very nice. Does she… not bite people?

[Hearing that Jessica already “fed before getting here” doesn’t do much to alleviate her worry, though Lenalee supposes that if she’s going to spend the night with a vampire it’s better that it not be a hungry one. She feels bad, thinking about Jessica that way. Everything she’s seen of the other woman indicates that she’s a perfectly good person, but… it’s just not quite that easy to get over her fear completely.]

I’m just sort of afraid of vampires.

[Is that really so unreasonable? Not that she wants to not include Jessica, or make her leave. But she wasn’t expecting this and it would be nice to have some more assurance that their night won’t end bloodily.]
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Oct. 6th, 2010 10:30 pm (UTC)
[Jesus Christ, Jessica really wish she can't hear for shit. They are really talking about her. And one of them doesn't even know what a vampire is.

Jessica puts up a fur-lined clothe - a blanket? - and put it to her face in embarrassment. Digging her own grave is sounding like a wonderful option.

"That'll be two ryo," the guy behind the stall says, looking nervous. It's either he realize he's talking to a vampire, or a customer that he has never seen the likes before is potentially mucking up his merchandise.

Jessica looks up and gives the man a bleary stink eye. He swallows nervously.]

Just lookin', [she grunts, dropping the cloth back to the table, where it slides off and lands on the ground. She goes to the next stall, this time with jewelry. To Jessica's disgruntlement, most of them are silver.]
Oct. 7th, 2010 04:43 am (UTC)
[ Chrome maintains an effort at looking studiously distracted so far as Jessica's affairs are concerned. This is awkward in and of itself: speaking of someone when they have removed themselves from the group -- when that person probably realizes that they are an object of conversation. Chrome remembers being in this position.

Drifting in and out of consciousness on a hospital bed, with her mother's and step-father's voices filtering in from the outside. Her mother had said that that child had failed to make a single human connection -- that no one wished for her to live, and the mother of the girl would certainly never sacrifice her own body for an organ transplant. Chrome had overheard. Every word.

Later, with Ken and Chikusa, there had been no viable recourse. Chrome could do nothing but stand there, clutching her trident, as Ken's violent recriminations slid over her skin; a hot fountain of words.

It didn't feel good either time. Doesn't feel good to be discussed. Doesn't feel good to be an object of suspicion or dislike. And sometimes there isn't much you can do but stand there and think "please, please stop", because the alternative is saying something and being forceful and therefore causing even more trouble. And that's where Chrome has been, usually. It's nice to think you can just walk around being assertive with others and have them heed you, but not everyone has that luxury, and she most certainly didn't. Not as a girl.

It's a little better now. Maybe. ]

It means that Jessica-san has . . . needs, Rin-san.

She'll die without human blood. [ Chrome inhales. ] But she knows a man who supplies her.

[ A faint smile. ]

It's only her body.

If that man -- did not give me my organs, I would also --

It's frustrating. What a body goes through.

[ All its needs, and wants, and exhaustion. And Jessica is more than her body, isn't she? More than just a shell. She's a woman. They all are. She has her hopes and dreams. Her special and beloved people. It's tiring to need injections and pills and check-ups for health concerns; you just start to feel the limitations of it, sometimes, and Chrome's been feeling her fatigues and her borders all of her life. Always hitting her skull on the glass ceiling of her own powers. It's just hard. Breaking through, when you've got this body holding you down.

So she gets Jessica. She understands. Maybe. And she can't fault her. It's nothing either of them chose. ]

You can't really control what life turns you into. You just have to . . . find proper outlets for your needs.

Edited at 2010-10-07 04:49 am (UTC)
Oct. 7th, 2010 05:15 am (UTC)
[Lenalee shifts from one leg to the other, distinctly avoiding Chrome’s gaze. When Chrome talks about it like that… it makes her feel guilty, makes her want to erase the fear or simply rip it off and stuff it away where no one else can see it. It’s not about Jessica; she doesn’t know Jessica. It’s about suddenly having a storybook monster that feeds on blood right next to her, and while Lenalee has plenty of experience fighting monsters there is something unnerving in the unfamiliar. But certainly, if Jessica was like that then Chrome wouldn’t have brought her.]

Of course, that’s not her fault. I just… don’t really know her, and wanted…

[What? To ensure that Chrome wasn’t bringing a murdering demon shopping with them? Kind of. More to simply understand how much of what she knows of vampires is true. But it seems that “feeding” really isn’t going to be a problem (she can’t allow herself to think too much about a man supplying the woman with blood), and Chrome clearly trusts her, so… Lenalee resolves to try to focus on Jessica, not the vampire aspect of her.]

[She smiles, nervously.]

Wanted to know her.

[Goodness knows that most everyone she loves has been called a monster at one point or another. If Jessica is not a threat, then… the “what” doesn’t have to matter.]

[Even if Lenalee has a little trouble shaking that fact that she is kind of terrified of vampires. She can bury that, for a quiet evening of shopping. Probably.]
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Oct. 7th, 2010 09:45 pm (UTC)
[...Is it over? Jessica thinks it's over. But she doesn't want to go over them just yet, she just got comfortable in checking out the jewelry and wonder what kind of burning tattoo she might get from wearing those necklaces before her body heals them up.

When the merchant suddenly offers a necklace in hand, the silver chain swings in Jessica's face. She ducks, but not before the silver balls graze her cheek and it hurts like a - ]


[Oops. She didn't mean for that too be loud.

She cups her cheek, covering the supernatural healing process while trying to make the merchant not to apologize so loudly.]
Oct. 8th, 2010 04:32 am (UTC)

[ She smiles, a little awkwardly. It's not her intention to make Lenalee feel guilty. Chrome just has more than a small amount of experience with being an outsider herself. In fact, in other circumstances, she would probably be the one doing what Jessica is doing right now.

Although Chrome was enough of a natural loner that it's never rubbed her raw in quite the same way; Jessica seems like a social girl -- the kind who should have boyfriends and a million friends of various kinds around. Really, she's probably more suited to this kind of a gathering than Chrome is, ironically. During her times in Europe, Chrome was usually alone. Sometimes on missions with Hibari. Sometimes in a hotel room with Mukuro-sama and goods of various kinds, blood money things and the occasional honest purchase (or so she'd liked to believe at least some came from honest ends; hers, at times). On the streets by herself, because she'd learned to fight off most potential foes. Browsing stores, or reciting poetry for her classes. But usually alone.

And in a certain light, being alone hadn't been so bad. Better than going out with the boys to one of their events -- gambling or playing pool and cards and smoking and tossing about fancy strip joints with expensive prostitutes at the doors. Even worse when you saw the latter decked about (not advertising blatantly, but obvious) at social gatherings at restaurants and so-called "honest" establishments. Chrome hadn't ever felt welcome at those times, and had spent many a night sitting in the corner, fingering the hem of her dress, practicing the art of polite disinterest.

Being really alone had been better than that.

But Jessica -- she just seems like she melds so much better. Like she could walk in and meet likeminded people and find conversations. And maybe she really needs this. So. ]

I understand wanting to get to know someone.

[ She turns. ]

Jessica-san? You can come back, you know . . .

[ Gosh, what is that woman getting herself into, from the sound of it? ]
Oct. 8th, 2010 08:56 am (UTC)
[Lenalee starts at the sudden curse, turning to glance sharply at its source. It sounded like Jessica? She looks at the woman with a concerned, yet puzzled expression. The way she’s holding her cheek makes it seem as if she was hurt, but Lenalee can’t fathom what could have happened. The merchant seems to be apologizing, but what could he have done to hurt her there by accident?]

[Well, perhaps this is an opportunity. Lenalee decides that now is as good a time as any to make amends with Jessica and walks over to her, standing a few feet away; giving some space, but still close enough that she hopes not to seem fearful. She isn’t, really; not of Jessica. Just of the stories. All she has to do is separate the two.]

Are you alright?

[She gives the other woman a hopeful smile.]

Edited at 2010-10-08 08:58 am (UTC)
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Oct. 8th, 2010 01:49 pm (UTC)
[Jessica waves the man away, gesturing to him that she's fine, see, she put her hand down and reveal her now unblemished cheek. He keeps on apologizing though, and bowing to. Which makes Jessica even more uncomfortable because it's all right, it's just the silver, she can't stand silver anymore, it burns like the sun will and it's not fair because silver looks better on her than gold would.]

It's nothing.

Just . . . vampire stuff.

[It comes out as a mutter.]

I can't wear silver, that's all.
Oct. 10th, 2010 02:02 am (UTC)

[ Chrome gives a sort of jerky, nervous half-smile. She knows she's not good at fielding these situations. It's hard to make other people feel less awkward when you yourself are in a continual state of it. But. Silver? That's unfortunate. Silver jewelry is nice. Chrome had silver earrings and strings of pearls. Mukuro used to gift her with such things -- along with guns of various brands, contraband weapons, skull T-shirts for her to sleep in, and shoes. She could mention she likes Dior, but are no such designers in this place. ]

We could visit the onsen today?

It might be relaxing.

[ Because, you know, she's kind of sensing a stressful atmosphere floating about with these girls. ]

It's good to -- ah. Freshen up? Before trying on new clothes.
Oct. 10th, 2010 08:15 pm (UTC)
[Oh, silver really hurts vampires? Lenalee had mostly thought it was things like crosses and garlic that did that. She glances down at the rose cross at her breast again; pure silver. She makes note not to get too close to Jessica, not wanting it to accidentally brush against her.]


[She looks at Chrome curiously. While Lenalee is quite used to bathing in them, even communally at the Order, this is a bit different. She doesn't know any of these women very well, and feels a little uncomfortable at the suggestion. Is that a normal thing to do as a bonding experience?]

If, everyone wants to, that could be nice.

[It seems like the opposite of relaxing, but Lenalee is feeling a little self-conscience at this point and doesn't want to cause another problem. Maybe it would be nice.]

Edited at 2010-10-10 08:16 pm (UTC)
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Oct. 11th, 2010 12:15 am (UTC)
[Onsen. Right. It's like . . . like a public swimming pool. Jessica can deal with that. She turns away from the stall. She's not giving the guy her money, accident or not. All he has is freaking silver anyway.]

That sounds good to me.

[She tugs a strand of her hair, and yeah, she's in need of a decent wash since her last one was a few days ago. Trying to conserve her money is the only thing worth remembering her father has ever taught her.]
Oct. 13th, 2010 12:37 am (UTC)

[ Chrome has been to the onsen many times before, usually in the evening and usually on her own, so she leads the way effortlessly. Many stalls are still open at this time of night, and smoke can be seen coming from chimneys -- lights in windows, and the last remnants of the summer fireflies in the trees. The weather is changing. An onsen will be nice.

Once there, she turns and removes her clothes. Wraps her waist and hair in towels out of sight of the others. ]
Oct. 14th, 2010 08:11 pm (UTC)
[It's a relaxing walk, having the time to look around and chat idly while taking in the scenery. Lenalee has almost completely forgotten her misgivings about the venture when they arrive at the onsen, but then it's time to undress, and some of that uncertainty returns again. It's an uncomfortable thing to do in an unfamiliar place.]

[But she takes a towel and wanders off a little ways, making certain that no one else is around before slipping out of her uniform and wrapping the towel securely around her chest. She doesn't bother with her hair; it's still too short to matter much. Unsure of where to put her clothes, she throws them over her arm and wanders back to the rest of the group.]
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Oct. 15th, 2010 04:23 am (UTC)
[After cleaning herself up and taking off her clothes and shoes, Jessica enters the pool area. She lowers herself, trying to remember if she doing it right. These places have different customs and she already had some run-in with people who thought she was being rude. Which is a bit rich in her opinion.

As she ease herself down, she looks around. Some women were already huddling and were giving Jessica some wary looks. Jessica stares right back at them before they realize they were being called out non-verbally and decide to scatter.]
Oct. 17th, 2010 08:18 pm (UTC)
[ Chrome watches the scattering with the kind of internal sigh reserved for such matters. Externally, she maintains a politely distracted look as she eases her feet and legs into the water up to her knees. It's a little awkward to be trying to maintain any semblance of physical modesty while still putting one's self into the water to any extent (the natural impulse is to drop everything and go nude), but the others seem so on edge that, for now, she's content to take it slowly. ]

I used to go to an onsen with the other girls in my home village.

[ She closes her eye for a few seconds. ]

I -- when the weather began to change like this, I liked it best.

Edited at 2010-10-17 08:18 pm (UTC)
Oct. 21st, 2010 09:36 pm (UTC)
Isuck, sry
[Lenalee eases herself into the water after them, smiling at Chrome's words. It is fairly nostalgic.]

There was an onsen at the Order, where I lived.

[She stutters a bit as the words slip out. The past tense stings, but beyond that the Order is far more than just a place she lived. It's strange, being here with people who don't know it, who have no idea what it means. Unfamiliar with it as a symbol or as what it means to her.]

[Lenalee struggles on, unable to leave it at that.]

It's home to me and all of my friends, from my world. We used to relax in it when we were off missions at the same time.

[Her smile returns as she thinks of the people there, mostly Miranda. It was a nice place to be together. She hopes that the other woman is doing alright.]
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Oct. 28th, 2010 04:09 am (UTC)
In my maker's house, there's this ancient tub. Like, with the clawed feet and all. It was the neatest thing I ever saw - it's the only good thing that place has. It has running water and everything.

[She leans back, and looks around at the onsen.]

Back when I was little, I loved going to this place where you take a float and go up with ladder where there's a really high slide. You put the float down and ride it all the way back to the water. Water parks, that's what they are. [It seems so strange to talk about something so normal to other girls as though it's a foreign thing.] Best thing ever. And when night comes out we feed the turtles and the fish with bread crumbs.
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