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(ominous music)

- [Narrator] It all started with a scream.

The story goes that the mother was

to give birth to a baby boy.

It was decided that they had no choice

but to give her a C-section.

Nobody could believe what evil festered within her.

The doctor informed the couple that there was nothing

that they could do to fix the child's deformity.

They didn't know what they were going to do,

but they promised themselves

that they would love him no matter what.

(bone cracks)

He was their little angel.

It was always going to be hard for the child.

When the child got a little older, he tried making friends

with his fellow peers.

(children laughing)

They would bully him for being different,

but there were the odd few who were nice to him.

They made fun of the child,

and the child didn't like that at all.

(intense music)

There was nothing anyone could do.

The child had told his parents everything,

so they did the only thing they could think to do.

They put him in the basement.

But all was not so bad in the basement.

The child had a friend.

But word quickly spread about the murder.

An angry mob soon surrounded the house.

(glass shatters)

The parents were unable to do anything.

The child tried to save his friend,

but the door was too strong even for him to open.

Having no other options, the child tried

to escape the burning house.

He couldn't leave his parents.

He tried calling for them, "Mother, father" but then...

It wasn't long before the townsfolk saw the child escaping.

It wasn't until they looked over the edge of the dock

that they saw the body of the child sinking

to the bottom of the lake.

A dangerous fog began to roll in,

and Popeye's body was never found.

(dramatic music)

- Hello.

- Jesus, Cherry.

- I thought it offered some time

to get all the eeks and aahs out of the way

before going to his house.

- Right. Lay off.

- Alright girls, I don't want none of this play shit

whilst we're in there, okay?

You don't exactly want to get caught. This is important.

- Right, right because the fate

of the channel depends on this.

- We haven't had a video hit a 100K views

in nearly two months, okay?

- I have some really good ideas how to make it better.

- How?

- It is a surprise.

(clears throat)

- Sorry to interrupt, guys.

I've got a bad feeling about this.

- Oh, Mia, you've always got a bad feeling.

Oh my god. Did you get footage?

- No, I just...

- This is insane.

- Why? It's just fog.

- You know he's coming when the fog rolls in.

It was 15 years ago,

the little boy they called Popeye drowned in this lake.

We'll film more of the lake when the fog comes further in.

It'll make for a cool shot.

You ready with the camera?

Let's get this done quick, yeah.

- Framing good?

- Yeah. Ready when you are.

- Welcome back, ghoulies to another episode

of The Haunted Houses of Evil.

A series taking you inside the homes of murderers.

Legend states that a young boy named Johnny

affectionately nicknamed Popeye killed a fellow schoolmate,

strangling him so hard with his deformed hands

that his eyes popped out of his skull.

- The town burned the house down with Popeye inside.

- And yet it was bought again recently

and is currently under renovation.

- The current owner doesn't know what to do with the house

as there have been so many disappearances in the area.

- Let's see if Popeye's Ghost wants to play with...

Mia?

- I think I just saw someone.

- What? Did you just fuck up that take for nothing?

- I swear! I just saw somebody over there.

- All we have to do is then try again now.

- No, no. It'll be fine.

I'll get ADR if we need to.

Okay. You ready girls?

- [Cherry] Let's go.

Creepy.

- [Alan] Please, just in case.

- I say we start at the basement.

- Yeah, I like that. That's a good idea.

- Wait, why don't you go down and get the footage?

Yeah, I'll sit up here and get a sound.

- [Cherry] That's not what we are paying you for.

- Nice. A good idea.

Mia, grab some sound.

We'll be back up in a bit, okay?

- [Cherry] Fine.

- Come on, Mia.

Just get the money. Get out.

You've got this, girl.

- Yeah. This is crazy.

Everything looks just like the photographs

from the newspapers.

It's believed that Popeye's parents also perished

in the fire, blamed for bringing

into this world the monster child they called Popeye.

Do you think the ghost

of Popeye's parents are still here, Cherry?

- I do like an audience.

- [Alan] What are you doing?

- Keep the camera rolling. Let's try something different.

- Fuck it.

(Cherry and Alan moaning)

(ominous music)

(chains rattling)

(Mia screams)

(Cherry and Alan moaning)

(Alan screams)

(intense music)

(chains rattling)

(Alan wincing)

(Alan screams)

(eyes pop)

(ominous music)

(keys jingle)

- [George] What the hell are we gonna do, Lora?

Look, I've had some time to think about this.

- There we go.

- I think selling the property is the only thing

we can do right now.

- We can't do that.

- Well, why the hell not?

I don't understand it.

Ms. Aster, the fucking history teacher

of the school you work at suddenly dies

and leaves you the house of fucking Popeye.

- Keep your voice down.

- Oh, Tara already knows everything about that kid.

- Oh, no thanks to you.

- We've been talking about what to do with the property.

- We are not selling it.

- We're just gonna let it sit there?

We're behind on payments, Lora.

- You guys are up early.

- Oh, morning. How are you, sweetie?

George? - I want a hug. I'm fine.

Aw, have fun.

- Thank you.

- Your friends have been waiting outside a long time.

What have you been up to?

- Oh, I couldn't find my bikini.

It's okay.

I've messaged Donna. She's got a spare.

- Okay.

- Love you.

- Love you. Have fun. - Love you.

- [George] Bye.

- Yeah, but it's not that simple, is it?

- Look, I'm not gonna say anything because I like you Dylan,

but Tara loves you and she wants to be with you.

- Well, you don't think she'd travel, no?

- Her home is here. Her parent's home.

- [Tara] I got them.

- [Dylan] Oh, geez. Took you long enough.

- Why did it take you so long?

- Bumped into my parents. They were up early.

Have you got everything? - Mm-hmm.

- [Dylan] Kathy said Max has got all the signs

and clean supplies, so we're all good.

- Great, looks like we can get some work done

before it gets dark.

- Yay.

- Don't get involved, okay? I'll tell her eventually.

- Anyone ever tell you that you kiss good?

- Yeah, my girlfriend?

- Did these get bigger?

- Hey guys, if you're gonna make out,

would it be okay if I watched?

- Not for free, Beanie. - Fuck off.

- Missed me?

- Always.

- Okay guys, gather around.

I just wanna say I really appreciate the help, guys.

It really does mean the world to us.

- Isn't this house like haunted or something?

- There's been a lot of theories

that have been littering the internet about what happened.

But one thing that keeps coming up is

that he drowned in the lake.

We're not going anywhere near the lake.

- What the fuck?

- Kathy?

Are we gonna be paid extra for waking up at 4:00 AM?

- Wow. Kathy.

- I just knew it burned down a couple years ago.

So like what?

We're gonna go up there, knock down whatever's left

and then rebuild it.

- No, the place has already been rebuilt.

- So who would've rebuilt it then?

- No one knows.

Personally, I think it was the fans of the legend

that rebuilt it.

Regardless, in the next few days,

we are gonna turn Popeye's house into, drum roll,

a haunted house attraction.

- How would your dad have exactly afforded this then?

- Oh no, Ms. Aster gave my mom the place when she died.

- [Beanie] I see.

- Why did she give it to her?

- Oh, I've asked mom,

but she doesn't like talking about it, so.

- So what does Mrs. Lora have on Ms. Aster, huh?

It's gotta be naked photos, isn't it? (laughs)

It's just gotta be. It's gotta be.

- Nick, cut it out. Ms. Aster's like 70 years old.

It's totally gross.

Why don't your parents do it then?

- Because Tara's dad broke his leg

and can't afford anyone else help.

And are you all forgetting what Tara's mom's done for us?

- Yeah, she was my favorite first grade teacher

and she was pretty fucking hot. (laughs)

- Seriously, this is gonna be fun.

Okay, so we'll take two separate cars.

We should be at the location in about 12 hours.

- 12? - Sounds good.

Wait, are we gonna be paid before or after this?

- Tara.

Why are you paying them?

You told me we were all doing it for your mom.

- Needed extra hands. We'll talk about this later, okay?

- Yeah. Later.

(car engine rumbling)

(ominous music)

(tires screech)

- Are you mad driving at that speed?

- You're not hurt?

- What are you doing driving down here?

There's nothing down here apart from an abandoned old house.

- Oh yeah, Popeye's house.

So my parents own the place.

We're doing it up.

- Popeye's house?

You're seriously going to Popeye's house?

You've not heard the rumors about that place?

- What? Like the kids campfire stories and shit?

- Unbelievable.

Do not go near that place, seriously.

Word of warning. Stay out of the fog.

It's lethal.

- Deadly fog.

He must be on something. Let's go.

(horn honks)

All right, come on.

(Nick whistles)

- Now that is an eyesore, hmm.

Hey, why don't we chop it down?

- No, you can't be serious. This is just like the original.

- I thought you didn't know anything about it.

- Well, I didn't know anything about it,

but then I was able to do a deep dive in the car

because well, Kathy didn't wanna talk to me.

- Jesus fucking Christ. Are you fucking kidding me?

There's no signal?

- Have a look around.

- Fine.

(car engine rumbling)

- Wait, is that the house?

- Yeah but why is it clean?

- Me and dad have been coming out this way once a month

to do some cleaning, chat through some ideas for the place.

- This is some creepy shit. I don't wanna sleep in there.

- Wait, what? I'm not sleeping there.

- It's okay. I've got a surprise for you.

- [Nick] What is it?

- Well, it's just this-

(Kathy screams)

- What was even that?

- Oh, what?

- You guys didn't tell me there's gonna be a hot tub here.

- What is this place?

- This is where we're going to be spending the next few days

while we sort the house.

Welcome to Casa de Friendship.

- Kathy, have you found any signal yet?

- I got distracted.

I'm still looking.

- Yeah, about that.

We don't get signal up here,

but it's okay, it's only a few days.

- Come on, let's get stuff from the car.

- I'm feeling a little bit woozy, babe,

from the ride up.

Yo Beanie, do you mind helping Donna with the luggage?

- Fine.

- Thank you.

- I'll grab something for your headache.

- Yes. Thank you.

- And we will unpack the car.

- So maybe you want to take a dip in here later?

- Maybe. I brought my bikini.

- Is it the new one?

- You're just gonna have to wait and see.

Kathy, honey, there's no signal.

Come on. Let's go to the cabin.

- I'm sorry.

(ominous music)

- [Tara] Sorry.

- Come here.

It'll be okay. Yeah.

You know that.

Yeah, we're gonna unpack the car

and then just take 10 minutes to ourselves, okay?

- Okay. - Okay.

- You two lovebirds wanna come help?

- Don't worry, guys. I think I got it.

(dramatic music)

- Fuck.

- Sorry.

- It's all right.

You've got bigger things to worry about.

How come you got signal out here?

- There are certain spots in the area that get signal.

This cabin's one of them.

- So you lied to Kathy then, yeah?

- I want her to work.

Fucking paying her to be here, aren't I?

- Tara, listen- - Fuck.

The weather's not good this weekend.

- What?

- Look, from the moment the sun goes down

to when it goes back up again, fog.

It wasn't like this when I checked at home.

- I'm sure we can handle a bit of fog.

- Not fog as thick as this.

This means days are shorter,

which means I'm gonna have to convince everyone

to work harder

and oh, fuck me.

- Come sit down, okay?

You are doing the best you can

and I'm gonna be with you every step of the way, yeah?

- Fuck, I love you.

(Fisherman whistling)

(ominous music)

(Fisherman wincing) (Popeye grunting)

- These cabins are perfect.

Were they always here?

Tara? - Huh?

Oh, sorry.

You know the owners before my parents installed them

when they reworked the place.

- You wanna try relax a little?

- Not before the house is done.

Shit.

Guys! Guys, can everyone hear me?

Well, so

considering the weather conditions have sort of

spiced things up a little bit,

I think it might be a good idea to get a couple of hours

of work done before the fog rolls in from the lake.

- You're not serious, are you?

- Can we do it in the morning

- Guys! Guys, come on.

Tara's family have had a shit time recently.

- Tara has to pick up extra shifts

so they don't lose their parents' house, so.

- That means Lora,

Mrs. Cooper, best teacher ever, she's in trouble.

- Yeah, I mean, come on, guys.

Come on. It'll be easy with all of us to do it.

We'll play music, huh?

- Thank you, guys. I really owe you one.

- We've been sat on this land for a year now.

I know there's this dark history behind it,

but I'm sure it'll sell if we put it up for half the value.

- It's outta the question.

- What aren't you telling me?

(knuckles rapping)

- [Lora] Jane, what are you doing here.

- Lora, he's back. It has to be him.

Look.

- Three dead in the Popeye house.

- It has to be him.

Dylan said the kids were going somewhere this weekend,

but he didn't say where.

You don't suppose they've gone to the house?

- Jane, you really need to calm down.

- Do you know where they are? Do you?

Look, and what about the others?

- Shh. George is home.

We'll talk about this tomorrow, okay?

- [Jane] Okay.

- Go easy on the paint.

We won't be able to get another can the same.

I appreciate the caution, girls. What happened to the red?

- Yeah, we wanted to add a bit of a personal touch

- Personally, Tara, I know you really, really like it.

I think that pink's gotta be red, yeah?

- What? Stop.

- It's perfect,

- Right, Tara can I talk to you about it over there?

Yeah, come on.

- What do you want, Beanie?

- Well I was just thinking,

I don't know, maybe you girls could do with a pick me up?

- You gotta learn to say no.

- If I say no, they're not gonna do it.

(knuckles rapping)

- Hi, can we help you?

- You're not supposed to be here.

- I'm sorry. My dad owns the place.

- He's not gonna like this.

Any of this.

If you leave now, he won't hurt you.

- What are you gonna do?

- Yeah, what are you gonna do, bitch?

- It's not what I'll do.

- Let's be real here.

It's seven against one and you can't call anyone

because we're not doing anything wrong.

- This is my house.

- How about we call the local loony bin, hmm?

Maybe they can help us, hmm?

Now do us all a favor and fuck off.

- I never knew you could be such a bitch.

- When I worked at the bar,

it was the only way to get rid of knobheads.

- That wasn't cool though, Donna.

There was clearly something wrong with her.

- How else was I supposed to get rid of her?

- Tara, what are you doing?

Good job.

- Please, I'm sorry.

Is there something we can do?

Do you need a ride anywhere?

- I want you all to suffer the way he suffered.

- It's you. You are the one.

He's coming to get you.

Run.

- Now that the excitement's done, should we go and...

What are you doing?

- That was the hottest thing I've ever

in my life seen you do.

What?

They're over there having their fun.

Dylan's consoling our fearless leader, Tara. Where's my fun?

- Okay guys.

So that was weird, right?

- Yeah, is she gonna call the police?

- No. She's just some weird person that got lost out here.

That's all.

That fog's coming in.

I'd say that's wrap on day one, guys. Great job.

- Hey. Where are you going?

- Nick, stop it. I'm not in the mood.

I'm sure this is exciting to you,

but it's not exciting to me.

- [Tara] Hi, you've reached Tara.

I'm probably busy checking off my to-do list,

but please leave a message

and I promise to get back to you as soon as I can.

Speak soon. Bye.

- Please call me back when you can.

Thanks. Love you.

- You've been pacing for a while now.

- You know I love you, right?

- Yeah.

You've been like my freaking guardian angel

this entire time.

- And anything I do is to benefit the both of us

'cause I got deeply in love with you.

- Yeah.

- I got accepted into Lakeman College.

- Dylan, holy shit. That's great.

Why didn't you tell me sooner?

- It's on the other side of the country, Tara.

I want you to come with me.

- I can't leave. You know I can't.

- I know that I'm not as close with my parents as you are,

but it's time to leave mom and dad.

It's time to grow up.

Fuck.

- It's like you never touched a woman before.

- No, well, Donna wasn't really putting out so I need it.

What?

- Nick, I really like you.

- Yeah, I like you too.

Why do you think I'm out here with you?

- Just break up with Donna then.

- What?

- I'm sick of this being a secret, me and you.

- Isn't it exciting though?

You know that you could get caught, isn't it?

Turns you on a little bit?

- Yeah. Yeah.

Maybe I do want to get caught.

- What are you doing?

- If you don't tell her, I will

- The fuck, you will.

- Watch me.

- Okay then, we're done.

We're done.

Sky, whatever we had is over, huh?

In fact, I don't wanna ever see your fucking face again.

Way to ruin the mood, kid.

- Fucking asshole.

(ominous music)

(Sky sputtering)

(Sky screaming)

- It is them.

This is what you've been waiting for.

(phone buzzing)

- You guys sleep well?

- I did actually like a log, but I did take a melatonin.

- Have you guys seen Sky?

- Yeah. No, I woke up earlier.

I saw her leave. She ordered a taxi.

- Hmm. What?

Why? I thought she wanted to help.

- Yeah, but I don't really know why she left.

I'm not sure.

Family trouble? She seemed pissed.

- That doesn't change the hours we worked today, does it?

- You wanna try some of this?

It's this sativa strain called the Green Love Maker.

So that's what I've heard.

- I'll pass. Thanks.

- What do you think?

Should I just go ask her out?

We are both human beings.

You know, I suppose we have that in common.

- I couldn't care less, dude.

It's your life. Do what you want.

- Can you stop breathing my air?

- Kathy, I was thinking,

we've known each other since we were five.

- And?

- And well, I'd like to know much more.

So what do you reckon? Can we go on a date?

- Gimme your phone.

Take that. You don't wanna date me anyways.

You can do whatever you want with that.

Go fuck off, Beanie.

- You all right?

Okay.

(ominous music)

- Fucking bitch. Who does she thinks she is?

Fucking doesn't matter anyway.

Hello?

Fucking woods.

This is crazy.

(Beanie sniffs)

(Beanie moans)

(Beanie screams)

(Popeye grunts)

- Oh, I surrender, Tara.

- Don't you feel uncomfortable without your clipboard?

- That is not for me.

- Hey Donna, get in already.

- Hang on. Lemme take a picture.

(phone beeping)

- Was that a text?

Did you just get a signal?

Is everything okay?

- No, just a minute.

- That's more for me then.

- I think that's enough.

- [Lora] Okay.

- [George] Lora, calm down.

- They said they were only classed as missing

after three days and it's only been 24 hours.

- Christ, can you hear yourself right now? What is going on?

(knuckles rapping)

- Jane, what are you doing?

- Lora, I found Dylan's diary.

- What?

- Look, it even says it.

The tourists will be taken through the front door

and they're going to be shown around the house

and then it even mentions the cabins

where the tourists are going to stay.

They've gone to the house, Lora. That's where they are.

- Gimme a minute.

- What the hell's going on?

- She hasn't told you?

- Told me what?

- The keys are gone.

- Whatever she said, she's lying, okay?

- You are a real fucking piece of shit, you know that, Nick?

How could you cheat on me with that bitch?

- Oh, fuck me.

I don't know what the big fucking deal is.

A man's got needs.

- Why don't you date her then?

- Because she's not who I want to be my fucking wife, Donna.

She was just, I don't know, some fun side piece.

- Some side piece? Fuck you, Nick.

- Donna, you're not going anywhere.

- Let go of me.

- You're not going anywhere. Stop.

- You're hurting me.

- Stop.

Can we just talk about this please?

- Nick, get off.

I never wanna see you again. Stay away from me.

- Donna! Donna!

Fuck! (punches thud)

(glass shatters) (ominous music)

(punches thud)

(bone snaps) (Nick screams)

What the fuck are you?

(Nick screams)

Fuck!

No, please.

No, no, no, no, no. Please, please, please.

Fuck! Fuck no, please.

I'm begging you! I'm begging you!

(Nick screams)

(ominous music)

(Donna sobs)

- What the fuck, Nick?

Nick, what the fuck is wrong with you?

Why did you...

Nick?

Nick?

Nick?

(Donna screams)

- What time is it?

- 6:00 PM.

- Oh my fucking god.

Why did you not wake me sooner?

- We don't know where anybody is.

- What do you mean?

- I see you found Tara.

- Where is everyone?

- I don't know. I looked everywhere.

I just came back from the house.

- Right, let's just not panic here, okay?

Like they'll be back.

Most probably gone to get a beer or something

but they wouldn't drive, would they?

- I guess that makes sense.

Maybe we're getting paranoid with nothing.

- What about the fog? Have you checked the lake?

I'll be a minute.

- No, Tara, just wait.

- Dylan, let her look.

We searched everywhere.

She'll be back in a minute.

- Mom?

(Donna panting)

(trap snaps) (Donna screams)

- [Dylan] Did you find anything?

- I didn't go to the lake. I found this.

- Whoa. My mom has the same picture on the wall.

- [Tara] Same but the kid in the background isn't in mine.

- Yeah, same. Why is it so badly burnt?

- Wait, who's not meant to be in the picture?

- Let's go have a drink or something,

- Right, that is not a bad idea.

Let's just go back there and wait for the others, yeah?

- Okay.

- Yeah. Come.

(Donna screams)

(tractor engine rumbling)

- Please don't. Please, please.

No, please, please.

Help me.

(Donna screams)

- What was that?

- Fuck!

- Donna!

- Go!

- Oh my god.

- Come on, come on.

- Wait!

(Kathy screams)

(car engine rumbling)

- Dylan! Dylan!

Dylan! Dylan!

Dylan! Dylan!

- The cars are here but the lights aren't on.

They must be in the cabins.

- Which way are the cabins?

- Over there.

- [Jane] Dylan? Dylan?

Dylan, is that you?

- You are really freaking me out, Lora.

What are you two hiding from me. Where's Tara?

- I'll explain everything once we find Tara.

Jane, let's go.

(Lora screams)

(Popeye grunts)

- What the fuck was that?

- He's Popeye. He's back.

- Wait, wait. Where's Kathy?

I thought she was behind us.

- I'm so sorry.

- He's real.

After everything I read about him.

No, no, no, no. He can't.

He can't be real.

- Then what the fuck was that?

- He died. He died in the lake.

- I know, okay? I know.

We just got to get to the car.

- Jesus fucking Christ.

- [Dylan] Wait, how did you know where to find us?

- Your mom. She showed me the press article.

- Wait, my mom's here?

- I'm sorry.

- Wait, what do you mean?

- We have to go.

We have to go. We need to leave.

(Kathy screams)

(car engine sputtering)

(Kathy screaming)

(explosion roars)

- Enough is enough.

You are gonna tell me what the fuck is going on.

- You know something about Popeye that we don't,

is that right?

- Those stories you've heard over the past 15 years

since it happened?

All lies.

- Mom, you can tell us.

- That thing you see out there? That's Johnny.

He was my student.

- Johnny?

- That's Popeye's real name.

- A week after his death, he was in my nightmares.

He was in my dreams all the time

and it turns out the people

of Sweetville were having the same awful dreams.

It was as if the dream was telling us to do something.

- Do what?

- The dream was telling us to rebuild the house,

for one person to own the land and the property at all times

and not to do anything with it.

We decided to go in alphabetical order with last names first

over who owned the land.

Julie Aster was up first and then she died

and I was next.

- You understand how insane that sounds.

- Mom, how do we stop him?

- I don't know.

If only I hadn't gone to that house with those people,

but I knew I had to do something

when I saw you through the window and you two were together.

- What do you mean?

- He was constantly being bullied at school

and I told them to stop

and to include him in the games at break

but they didn't.

But you tried to save him, Tara.

- What do you mean?

- You tried to stop his suffering

but I feared for your safety.

So I went with the parents from the village

and we tried to stop.

We tried to stop the threat to our kids.

As long as Johnny was alive, he was dangerous.

- Mom, what have you done?

- Please, please, let's just go home now.

I can't.

- Lora!

- Don't move.

I knew he wouldn't hurt you, Tara

because you're like me.

Johnny's told me all about you.

He just wants love. You gave him that love.

- Who are you?

- My name is Olive. Johnny's my brother.

I was locked in the basement

so they hid me away.

Dear old mother loved little Johnny.

He was so sweet.

He used to come down into the basement

and feed me when my parents forgot to.

I hate seeing him upset.

Not that day.

I couldn't save him.

I couldn't save him.

He wasn't bad.

It should have been all of you who drowned in that lake.

He didn't deserve it.

Poor Johnny's soul will forever roam the Sweetville woods.

He haunts the dreams of all the murderers

who took part in burning down his entire life

until they restore our home.

I told Johnny,

he lives inside the fog that rolls in from the lake.

We just want to do what we weren't allowed to do

when we were little.

Play.

I'll have some fun with you when you're dead.

- Stop!

(Olive screams)

- Lora, we gotta go.

Tara!

- Tara, he loves you.

- Fuck!

Hey!

This is for my mother, you bitch.

(Olive screams)

- Help me!

- Mom.

- Help.

- Tara.

Tara, Tara, Tara.

(punches thud)

(tractor engine rumbling)

- Die, you fuck.

(Popeye screaming)

- You're safe. You're safe.

Does this mean you can come stay with me?

Let's get outta here.

(keys splash)

(keys thud)

Tara?

Tara?

(Tara screams)

Tara!

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