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Charles Blount

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    Lord Mountjoy

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  • Title
    Marquess
  • INTERESTS
    Hunting, Riding, The Law, Collecting Meissen Porcelain
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    Solicitor General & Queen's Master of Horse

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  1. Charles Blount

    Solitude of Emotion

    It was a bit of a reprieve for Charles that the subject was able to migrate off his own problem. It was not that he relished that Heneage had issues of his own but that it reinforced the fact that issues and problems were inherent in personal relationships. “That does not surprise me.” Responded Charles when Heneage told him about his brother’s actions… or lack thereof. “Daniel was never the one to readily take responsibility for the consequences of his actions. Having a responsible father and a caring and responsible brother allows him to indulge himself to a greater extent than otherwise.” In his opinion Daniel deserved a good clot upside the head but that was a view he felt would not be constructive to voice at this time. “You did and can do only what you think is best. Good intentions may not always be the balm that soothes our troubles but it is the only good faith remedy we have.” The last part about her waiting in vain for a letter did not draw a comment from Charles but it did cause him to think about his own situation. He mulled over the thought as he dipped a still warm cookie into his milk, something that was not within the bounds of etiquette in polite society but it was just Hen and he. In the case of Daniel and his wife it was quite obvious that it was the husband’s duty to take the lead in the situation but in his own case that obvious conclusion had been oblivious to him. Heneage may not have been able to shed light on Charles’ predicament directly but his side comment had been very illuminating. The path forward now seemed clear, at least for the moment before self doubt and insecurities crept in. Both Heneage and Charles were very intelligent people but often times intelligent people could be very stupid. “Yes, I agree that as long as the lines of communication have not been severed there is always hope. Unfortunately the longer the delay the more tenuous those lines become. But she can take solace in the fact that she has you and your father to rely upon. Daniel was always of a mind of his own regardless of any council given so I would not hold myself to account for his actions if he fails to assume blame for them himself.” A piece of milk sodden cookie broke off and landed with a wet plop on his silk waistcoat. “Oh bugger!” He exclaimed as he brushed the offending crumbs away to reveal a stain. “Padeen is going to have a fit trying to get that out.” Whatever had transpired Charles seemed to be under less of a weight that he had been earlier in the evening. Their problem still remained but it was heartening to have a conversation with an old and trusted friend.
  2. Charles Blount

    Invitations to an Art Exhibition; arrives 7th May

    Charles was working in his privy cabinet (not to be confused with his privy chamber where entirely different business was concluded) jotting down notes on a brief that was to be argued before the court concerning one of the endless suits and minor cases brought to the Crown. Charles could have easily delegated such tasks to one of his Clarks but he was a contentious man and sought to at least review each case if he was able. A baritone groan was emitted which was his Majordomo’s version of the discrete Butlers cough. “Yes” Blount mumbled as he continued writing. “Invitation” rolled back like the rumble of distant thunder. Charles expecting a brief summary of the invitation soon realized that the monosyllabic announcement was all he was going to get looked up and reached out for the invitation. The invitation was impressive done on good paper with gold leaf and announced that Lady Habersham and Lord Chichester requested his company at an art exhibit to be held on the 14th. A brief look at his diary found him unencumbered at the time so he penned back an acceptance. My dear Lady Habersham and Lord Chichester, I am delighted to have received your invitation for the 14th of this month and am overjoyed to accept. I shall await the day and time with muted excitement. (signed) Mountjoy
  3. Mountjoy had remained silent so far content to watch the interplay between the factions. Shaftesbury was not as obstructionist as was his norm. he had no reason to be as war with France suited his policies well but still he would not do anything that could conceivably be advantageous for the King. England and a successful war with France was all well and good to him but Mountjoy had no doubt that he would let both suffer if it meant allowing the King break out of the financial shackles he was intent on maintaining. Still extra funding for the Navy was to everyone’s advantage and Mountjoy contributed a loud “Eye” to the motion to provide extra funds for the Navy and voted “Eye” as well to the proposed lottery. He voted “Nay” to the proposed deferment thinking that such negotiations could take place as a matter of course in the time between the next session.
  4. Charles Blount

    Solitude of Emotion

    Heneage, as any man would be, was not able to offer a solution but he did offer commiseration and proffered as a friend the best advise he could. Charles knew that Heneage had had his own issues with women but they had never discussed them as Heneage preferred to keep that part of himself to himself. Hen was truly a good kind man and deserved a good kind woman in turn. But what became clear in his otherwise sound advice was that although Heneage may have cared for the women who may have wronged him he had never truly loved them for when love is involved the rules of logic are changed. He huffed when Hen brought up his brother and sister–in-law. “The fates can often be cruel in their matchmaking and often put two mismatched people together.” He had known Daniel for almost as long as he had known Heneage and as he viewed Heneage as all but a brother he treated Daniel with some acceptance and familiarity but they had never been close. “It is perhaps better that she is maintained in your father’s household instead of being totally at the mercy of Daniel’s capriciousness.” He was being kind here for although he did not have a high opinion of Daniel he thought him more self indulgent than deliberately evil. Then hen moved on equating the problem with something they both knew much better that the foibles of women… the law. “Justice is difficult enough to wring out of the law even with its statutes and precedence’s, I have no hope that such can be squeezed from love. Perhaps that is not such a bad thing for although there are many pitfalls and heartaches to be suffered from love there are also the heights of emotion and satisfaction to be gained from it.” He reflected back not quite ready to turn aside from the rocky and unsure path before him. “I thought the law was the most sublime thing crafted by man for it is an art as well as a science but love truly expressed can eclipse all of that. When I state the facts like that the course of what I must do is clear but then is it indeed love if one has to throw away their pride and grovel?” He sighed in frustration. “I am just going back and forth on this matter as there is no clear remedy to be seen. As you say the law, while not quite as miraculous as love is at least obtainable and even if the Margravina has moved on I still have my work.” The last was not a desired outcome but he would not force himself on Ursula if she did not desire it. ‘I apologize if I have ruined this otherwise fine meal with the sour pudding of my troubles but the issue was weighing upon me and I had no one else to confide in. I knew you would listen and offer your best advice as I trust you know I would do the same for you.” Mountjoy’s hulking servant returned carrying a trey which he placed on the small table before the fire before turning to the two and rumbling “Cookies” as he left. On the trey was a batch of still warm hazelnut cookies and a pitcher of milk. “Ah! Frau Klebb… efficient as ever. Shall we partake for old time sake?”
  5. Charles Blount

    Solitude of Emotion

    “It is not one I had imagined either.” He said as an answer to Heneage’s declaration on Ursula “And not, to be honest, strictly onerous, but one that was surprisingly satisfying. As to her feelings… can one really claim to know the true feelings of a woman? I thought I knew the Margravina’s mind but I have come to find out that I was deluding myself. Perhaps my prolonged absence reignited old feelings of her past marriage and she fears I am like those who came before.That would be another hard blow to come to realize that she would think such of me.” He reflected. “Our conversation did not reach a conclusion as she was called away before we had an opportunity to fully articulate our feelings so the fullness of the situation is still to be resolved. The question for me… for my feelings are not in doubt, is do I state them forcefully or defer to her emotions and not press the matter? I see advantages in both but complicating the issue is that I am as prideful as the Margravina.” No nuggets of wisdom were forthcoming from Heneage and even if he were to offer advice would Charles be of a mind to take it? He was not sure. Logic and rationality seemed to be useless attributes when dealing with the feelings of women. He still did not know what to do but at least he was sure he had to address the issue directly with Ursula and that at least gave him some sort of piece of mind. He huffed in a mixture of frustration and resignation. “Well, I do at least know that this matter will not be settled this evening for whatever the outcome the Margravina will be the driving force.” He slid away his glass of schnapps and reached for the decanter of scotch wondering if the gesture would turn out prophetical. Heneage was free to add any comments or suggestions if he wished but Charles did not wish to impose an obligation to proffer any if he felt uncomfortable. They had spoke of many things in their years of friendship but their dealings with women, or wives, had not been one of them. “Anyway, if the Margravina wishes to confine her habitation at the palace it will at least allow me some freedom of action here at Saxony House.” He looked at the window where a pair of beady little eyes could be seen with a fixed smile. A muffled “KAAWAA!” was heard and the pecking stopped.
  6. Charles Blount

    Solitude of Emotion

    Charles was a sparse eater preferring solid wholesome food over the more refined dishes popular in France thus the German style of food that Frau Klebb prepared suited him just fine for although the presentation was not sumptuous the quality and flavor was second to none. In his present mood he ate less than usual but he did enjoy seeing his friend partake with relish. Heneage was a good trencherman but was not as active as Charles so tended to be a bit stouter which on other occasions could be relied upon for a friendly jab. He did not know Daniel’s wife was staying with the Finches but such an arrangement was hardly unusual and as Lady Finch did not normally reside with her husband, it would be good for them to have a lady in the house. “I hope she is providing a moderating and feminine hand to your household. It does a man good to have such regulation.” It was odd that he chose to express himself that way. After he finally came out with it and told Heneage what was bothering him he was shocked when Hen assured him that there was no rival for her affections. To be honest the thought had never crossed his mind as his trust and regard for the Margravina ran much too deep for that. He was a man who prided himself on his reason and critical thinking but there is always things a person is blind to or so resolute in their conviction to preclude contemplation of certain issues. The Margravina’s honor was one of those things for Charles even with the recent difficulties. A look of surprise crossed his face as he digested the possibility followed by a brief note of anger for what he would have done if it were true followed by a look of denial as he concluded that no matter what had changed she would not have changed that drastically. “Oh no! I never meant to imply that such was the case; I would never accuse the Margravina of such a thing. I believe your second observation hits much closer to the mark. He thought back and settled into an explanation. “As you well know I was looking for a sensible advantageous marriage and did not see ‘love’ as a requirement. But once I was married something changed. The Margravina is, very much like her reputation, very regal and formidable but I began to see something else. She was married before and I discerned that it was not a happy marriage and that she was somehow injured or scarred by the ordeal. I asked her about it and she said that she could not speak of the matter so I let it rest trusting that she would tell me in due time but in knowing that I also saw in her a vulnerability that she does not let show. This stirred in me feelings to protect her and to make up to her for whatever had happened to her and with those feelings came a true and deep love. When I came back I saw that she had grown. What you say of her single mindedness and attention to duty I can truly believe for she has grown even more formidable but in doing so lost a bit of her softness a bit of that vulnerability that so moved me. When I was working on the Bank Bill I was very single minded of my duty to such an extent that I neglected the Margravina and I fear that I am now in a position to taste my own medicine.” He thought about how it may be that it was he that had changed. “ Do I believe I have changed?… at least a little bit… for I now realize how I neglected her, or at least how she was justified in believing that I neglected her but I assure you that although I may have been busy with work she was always close in my mind and in my heart. I came back thinking I would focus more on my duties as Master of Horse where she and I could be closer and work together only to find that she is quite content to maintain control over the outside as well as inside the Queen’s Household. If it were anyone else attempting to diminish my position I would fight back and disabuse them of the folly of such an action but with her I cannot. I have long ago made a promise to myself that I would never unwillingly take from her or impose my will upon her even if as her husband I have that right. Until now that promise has never been an issue. She has grown and has found her place and I fear she no longer needs or desires me. I truly am at a loss for what to do, my heart tells me to do one thing, my pride another thing and my conscience yet another. Perhaps I am being unfair putting you in the middle of all this but I had nowhere else to turn.” Charles in turn looked at the bottom of his own glass as he contemplated the situation. Heneage may not be able to offer any suggestions but at least it was helpful to unburden himself and by explaining his feelings and situation make them more clear. “I suppose I could live with the type of marriage I had originally sought for I am confidant that the Margravina would retain the outward appearance of support but it would be a hard thing to endure for once one truly loves a person a lack of reciprocity is a hard thing to bear.
  7. Mountjoy had stated his intention was not to speak but to observe they lay of the land before jumping back into the politics of the House and he did just so even as silence reigned and there seemed to be a lack of overarching leadership by the various factions or at lease those factions waited to see who would expose themselves first. He had been gone for a year, and much could change in that time but he gave an inner sigh as he realized how much had not changed and this debate was the same one they had been discussing since he, like Lord grey, had first taken his oath and joined the Lords. At least the Navy was not in as bad a shape as it had been a few years ago when it was unfunded and in serious debt. Then an idealistic and ambitious newcomer to politics he had taken the bit between his teeth and strove to do something about the wrenched state of the Navy and the perennial aim of the Country party to keep the King in a perpetual state of pauperism. It took him several years and gained him a lot of knowledge on how things worked in the political sphere but he had managed to spearhead several acts that were designed to secure continued funds for the operation of the Navy and ensure an independent revenue stream for the King. Along the way he was able to restore his family’s fortune and obtain significant lands and new coronet for his coat of arms from a duly appreciative Monarch. But it appeared that much of those funds had been squandered and the navy was still in need and the King still, by all appearances, still beholden to Parliament for funds. He thought to himself in dejection just what he had devoted three years 3 years of his life and possibly his marriage to accomplish. It was Basildon that steped up broke the log jam. That wasn’t surprising for the attention of the entire House was waiting for the first one to speak and Basildon had a love for attention. However his thirst for renown was at least accompanied by a measure of political acumen and his proposal was safe enough not to expose him to undue debate. Indeed his proposal was perhaps the least contentious, if somewhat customary, way to proceed. This was just another reminder of how things stay the same. Following Basildon’s lead several other lords then took to the floor. The first was someone unknown to Blount. The Peer (Charles Audley) had a distinct piratical air about him with his eye patch and fiery language. This was not a bad thing as Charles was enamored with tales of pirates and naval exploits. The suggestion of a national lottery caused him to tip his head. Now that was a proposal he had not considered. It had promise. Coupled with popular support, and one could always count on Englishmen wanting to bash the French, it could raise significant revenue, be more acceptable than increased taxes and easier to direct without interference from the Commons. The one eyed lord’s next proposal was even less expected. A land tax? Such a thing was a radical departure in the form and method of taxation within the Realm that he wondered of it’s author realized the magnitude of his proposal. Charles noted the gentleman for his proposal peeked his interest. Later inquiries would be made of his family and character, for it would not do if he were an actual pirate. Lord Kingston, the svelte sumptuous Baron he had met the previous day, added to the debate a tax on finery which considering his penchant for dress if enacted would cost him a pretty Penney. It was then that Shaftesbury made his move in the form of the Earl of Exeter. Again it was very much of the same. The Country Party and the Commons were willing to raise funds but only if it did not imperil their stranglehold on the Royal purse strings. His oblique attack on the King by tarring his ministers drew a ‘Harrumph’ from Mountjoy and nearly brought him to his feet but he was forestalled by Prince Rupert who’s gravitas recalled them to their duties. Mountjoy surveyed the room keenly to see which proposals gained traction and how opposition coalesced against the proposals. He remained content to wait and watch.
  8. Charles Blount

    Solitude of Emotion

    Hen seemed rather disinclined to add the subject of his own exploits during the past year to the subjects being discussed which seemed a bit odd. Charles might otherwise have pressed for more information in case anything was amiss with Hen but he was preoccupied with his own issues so let the matter rest. Heneage knew, as did Charles that they could always discuss things between them with out judgment or recrimination but that still did not make bringing up such topics easy. As Heneage sat there he became aware of the sounds of a servant entering the room and then sensation of mass behind him as if some object was looming over him. As he turned to look up at the expected servant he found himself looking straight into a waistcoat and had to direct his gaze a foot or two higher to see the face belonging to the waistcoat. He had not seen the man before in Mountjoy’s service for he certainly would not have forgotten him. The man was thin and of shallow completion with an almost gaunt face but what stood out the most was his towering height which was nearly a foot taller than the average man. When he spoke the sound emitted was a low baritone that resembled the deep resonance of an avalanche shaking the surroundings if an avalanche could utter the single word “Supper.” “Ah!” exclaimed Charles, as it is just the two of us I arranged for Frau Klebb to provide a lite supper for us to enjoy.” We can have it on the writing table.” He explained as he rose and additional servants laid the table with all the accoutrements required for an impromptu meal. It seemed that Charles’ description of a ‘lite supper’ was a bit disingenuous as frau Klebb’s idea of lite consisted of a cold ham, chicken, sliced mutton in mustard, candied lampreys, a selection of sausages, artichoke salad, vinegared chestnuts and broad beans, dumplings in parsley butter sauce, pickled beats, fresh bread and a cheese board and bowl of assorted fruits served with a lemon syllabub. Also provided was a bottle of Chambertin and a crisp German Kabinett. Mountjoy seemed a bit embarrassed. “I hope you are hungry old boy. It seems Frau Klebb had missed preparing meals when I was away and is making up for lost time. The conversation lagged as they tucked into their meal. Their friendship was of such duration that a constant stream of conversation was unnecessary as the both were able to speak or not and enjoy their meal as they pleased. As their meal progressed to its conclusion and Charles pressed Heneage to take another slice of cheese he added almost as an afterthought, “You know I called at the Palace yesterday to see the Margravina for I had so missed her company while I was abroad.” He paused to push his plate away. “I do so dislike to say it but I got the distinct impression that I had missed her company much more than she had missed mine.” He sighed. In his profession he had always prided himself on his oratory. Heneage was a master in the law and could always be relied upon to conger up a precedent or obscure law and create some briefs that were sublime in their understanding of jurisprudence but Charles could take a lesser concept and argue in such a way to advance that opinion beyond repute. But this was not his profession and he was struggling to find words to express himself. “I do not know what to do. Our reunion was not as warm as I anticipated. It seems that in my absence she, being very well respected, as you painted out, rose to the occasion and filled the void … which I respect greatly… but my expectation that we would work closely together in the Queen’s Household is unrealistic as she conveyed that she would continue to be happy to continue on as she has been. The Margravina has always been a very sensible and practical woman and perhaps I was foolish to believe but I thought she would understand that the reason for my absence had to due with my duty to the King and not from any dissatisfaction with our relationship.” Our encounter did not end well and I am at a loss as to what to do and can think of no one else to speak of this to. I have to confess that yesterday was the first time I have gazed upon the Margravina and went away not loving her more than I had before.” Heneage was not perhaps the best person to consult in matters of relationships for his own record of such affairs was not stellar but he was Charles’ oldest friend and could be counted on to at least be sympathetic. And it could be that Heneage was better at giving relationship advice than following relationship advice.
  9. Charles Blount

    Solitude of Emotion

    The door to Saxony House was opened swiftly as the Butler, Mr. Buttersworth, knew it was unwise to leave guests overlong upon the mercy of the peacocks that inhabited the grounds and habitually took umbrage upon any human, invited or not, who encroached upon their domain. The said peas of both cock and hen varity were preoccupied however by peeping into the library Windows and did not incommode Heneage. “Very good to see you again Lord Aylesford.” Greeted Mr. Buttersworth as he relieved the gentleman of his hat and cloak. “His lordship is in the Library and is expecting you.” As Heneage was a friend to the House Mr. Buttersworth did not escort him to the library or announce him as he would have done with a less familiar guest but allowed Heneage to make his way as he saw fit. The interiors of Saxony House had been remodeled over the past few years in the current Carolean style abet with a certain feminine Germanic twist as a result of the Margravina’s tastes but the library was entirely a masculine space with heavy carved Elizabethan furniture and dark paneling. It was also not a room for show but a functioning library with bookcases packed full of thousands of volumes on diverse and scholarly subjects to match its owners varied interests. On one side was a large bay window to allow in a profusion of light but currently dark at this hour of the evening although if one was perceptive enough to study the window one would be able to see the reflections of feathery hues and beady little eyes peering in and the occasional sound of pecking upon the sill. Opposite stood a monumental fireplace with a marble nymph and satyr carved on each side above which hung a court portrait of Henry VIII by Hans Holbein and in front of which were placed two upholstered wingback chairs and a triangular table where one could read before the fire. In one of these chairs sat Charles broodingly staring into the fire. Upon Heneage’s entry Mountjoy shook himself out of his mood and a genuine smile graced his face as he stood and welcomed his friend. “Hen old boy, how good of you to come.” Ushering him to the adjoining chair he continued. ‘Prey do have a seat and allow me to pour you a drink. I was having some schnapps… a practice I picked up on my recent travels but I also have some whisky, both Scottish and Irish, and if you feel a bit traitorous some French brandy.” He offered gesturing first at the decanter upon the table and then at several carafes upon a sideboard. As Heneage was unannounced he might have discerned Charles demeanor before he had a chance to change it to his more amenable visage and knowing Charles as he did that he was a moderate and social drinker yet by the state of the schnapps decanter had obviously been sitting and drinking alone for some time. This coupled with the fact that during the session of the Lords Charles had been uncharacteristically reticent and preoccupied which at first could be explained away by the fact that he had just recently returned and needed time to assimilate back into the chamber but upon further reflection might have been caused by another factor. Charles and Heneage were old friends and could be frank with one another but their were still social niceties that required a certain amount of small talk to be offered before more meatier issues could be discussed so after Charles gave Heneage the drink of his choice, he serving his friend personally instead of calling a servant, he sat back down and caught up with the happenings in their lives. He provided an accounting of his own actions during his trip by telling a few amusing stories of the German Courts and his experiences with them, he alluded to various hunting outings but mercifully (and uncharacteristically) kept the tales brief as he knew hunting was not of great interest to Hen and went into some detail about his stay in Saxony at the court of his brother in law. “As you are well aware the Elector and the Margravina are not very close and thus his Highness at first treated me with a certain degree of aloofness. It was not until an evening at Schloss Moritzburg… do you know Moritzburg Hen? … it is a marvelous hunting lodge outside of Dresden, but I digress. It was in the evening after a rather successful hunt where I took three bears… they still have bears in Saxony and large bovine creatures called Wisents… but I continue to digress. After this hunt the Elector introduced me to a drink they called Schnapps which is a type of fruit brandy or eau-de-vie. It is rather strong and we partook freely. To be honest I do not clearly remember the night but the following morning the Elector was decidedly friendlier and since then we have got along rather well. He gave me a few casks of Marillenschnaps which is an apricot schnapps made from his own orchards.” He paused for a moment. “And what of yourself Hen? What have you been up to? I saw Daniel in the Chamber today but did not get a chance to say hello to him.” He then ventured into more complicated territory. “There have been quite a few changes while I was away. There is this whole Danby affair… something that if truth be told I did not see coming but I suppose someone had to fall on their sword. Still I was surprised to hear that he absconded. And there is the dear Margravina, I hear accounts that in my absence she has gained considerable influence and has become quite Milady of the Court.” He had all the appearance of his jovial self as he told his stories and indeed was genuinely interested in what Heneage had to say but there was something underlying his apparent cheeriness, something that tainted his bonanmie.
  10. Charles Blount

    CURRENT PLAYERS ASK ALL YOUR GAME QUESTIONS HERE!

    Thanks for the blurb in the HoL explaining the domestic situation. My question is, What, briefly, is the political situation for the war? Is it based on a historical war or AU. Is it a a manufactured war to gain financing or an active war? If active who are the belligerents and who are England’s allies and is there an opportunity to RP funding subsidies for our allies? I am asking so my character has the info to propose issues and make informed decisions.
  11. Charles Blount

    Random Thread of Randomness

    A true Oxonian does not give a fig about Newton😋
  12. When Henry Grey now officially recognized by the Chamber Lord Grey, 14th Baron Grey of Condor resumed his seat… or more officially took his seat as a peer of the Realm, Mountjoy leaned forward to catch his eye and lightly thumped his cane on the floor and gave the Baron an expression as if to say ‘well done’. He then gave the Chancellor his attention fully prepared to see this season of the House of Lords to its conclusion come whatever obstacles there may be.
  13. Charles Blount

    Random Thread of Randomness

    I just noticed in Henry Grey’s plots this item. 8. Scientific: to help Cambridge Chancellor's (Francis) make Cambridge popular again. Oh you silly man! Don’t you know that all the cool kids go to Oxford! I am looking forward to having Grey and Blount rif on this school rivalry for Mountjoy is an alum and big supporter of Oxford.
  14. Mountjoy Entering The Usher’s appearance and the opening of doors forestalled any conversation with the Chancellor however Charles responded to Finch’s nod by touching the brim of his hat and made to follow the Chancellor into the Chamber. He briefly looked around for Lord Grey to determine if he still wanted to take a seat near him. Charles would choose to sit off a seat or two to the right of the Chancellor and endeavor to keep a seat open next to him if possible.
  15. Charles Blount

    Away & Here Notices

    Sorry to hear that Grace. I hope things go well for you.
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