Chapter 82: Speed field (end of text)

Hunter looked at the expressions of Shen Chuan and Shen Xi examining the last data, and suddenly felt very relieved.
"What's wrong? You keep looking at me like this, I'm worried that Winston will kill me." Shen Chuan raised his head and smiled slightly.
"I just feel so lucky." Hunt said.
"What's wrong?" Shen Chuan put down his tablet and turned his face to look at Hunt.
"There are more and more excellent engineers like you and Xiaoxi in this field, and the performance of racing cars is also improving by leaps and bounds. Formula One ... has entered the era of rocketing comparable to rockets."
"So?"
"So the value of the driver will become more and more vague, and the requirements for the driver will become higher and higher. But it is precisely because of the genius like you, that it has given me the possibility to break the monopoly formula of the big team. . So I am very lucky. And I am even more fortunate to still be able to seize my dreams to prove my worth, but also have opponents that keep me aloof ... I am really lucky. "
Hunt answered with a pious expression.
"If the price of maturity is for you to say this kind of emotional, I would rather you are heartless and lungless forever naive." Shen Chuan stretched his arm and nudged Hunter's forehead, then he looked at Hunter Behind, he signaled that someone wanted to talk to Hunt.
As soon as Hunter looked back, he saw McGrady.
"Oh ... Maddy ..."
McGrady looked a little distorted. He was silent for a few seconds and didn't seem to know where to start.
"... You should know that my contract with Marcus has expired after this race."
"Well, I know. I heard that the Williams team is going to sign you, and it's not out of the question."
"You know you weren't really a good teammate at first."
"I know."
"Neither now."
"Okay ... I'll get better ..."
"But you make me proud now. It should be something that makes me proud to mention that we have been teammates in the future."
Hunt paused, his eyes suddenly heating up.
He remembered his quarrel with McGrady in the washroom of the Spanish Grand Prix, and he always knew that McGrady always cared about his attitude towards Formula 1.
Hunt stretched his arms and hugged McGrady.
"We want to enjoy this last race together."
"Of course, so don't look back no matter what happens." McGrady struck Hunter's back hard.
In the free practice, Hunter experienced the winding twists and turns of this circuit more delicately and keenly than ever before. Each time the tire cornered, he felt the grip of the ground and the pressure of the centripetal force on his neck. Ground assumptions, and put them into practice during the next lap.
At the end of the practice session, Shen Chuan led the team of engineers to adjust the braking system more gently to adapt to the bumps of the track. In order to ensure the car's cornering torque, the balance system was also adjusted.
Before qualifying, Hunter shut himself in the lounge without turning on the lights or talking to anyone.
Marcus, standing outside the lounge, was worried.
"I've never seen this kid like this ... should I let the counselor in the team chat with him? As long as he tries his best, I'm satisfied even if the last one finishes the game."
Shen Chuan pulled Marcus away: "He just has to concentrate. To achieve greater success than before, it will take more effort."
But Marcus was still nervous.
Until Hunter came out of the lounge, there was a slight calmness in the expression on his face.
As he passed Marcus, he hit his opponent with a fist.
"I didn't even get pole position in qualifying."
Marcus took a small step backwards.
"Whether it's Irving, Shire, or Winston, they're probably used to threatening them from behind, or surpassing them. But that's always boring, right?" Hunter smiled and looked at the horse Coase.
A little childish willfulness, a little arrogance.
But I don't know why, Marcus' suddenly nervous and unexpected mood suddenly opened up.
"This time, I want to taste the pole position. I want everyone to run after me."
Hunt came to his car, lowered his head, and put his ears against the engine.
His gesture was reverent and solemn.
"Come on." Shen Chuan raised his chin in his arms.
"I can't get the pole position, I'll kill you." Shen Xi also said very seriously.
Marcus exhaled, "It's not just them who run after you, but us."
Hunt put on a fire-resistant mask, and Marcus himself put on a hard hat.
In this qualifying session, Hunter took full advantage of his knowledge of the track during the free practice session.
His turns and turns were so smooth that the narrator stood up and applauded, and straight acceleration and braking at the end of the turn were also sharply refreshing.
In the first quarter of qualifying, Hunt's lap speed was stable in the top three. First on the list are Irving and Winston. And Shire is the most threatening guy to Hunt's ranking.
Obviously it was a qualifying race, but the commentator congratulated the audience that they felt that the quality of all drivers' cornering and braking treatments was very high, as if this qualifying race had determined their lives.
The intensity of competition in the second quarter suddenly rose to another level. Even to get the lap, Shire and Hunt almost clashed in the corner. The audience was frightened, but Hunter and Shire kept the gap between the corners and continued on the straight.
Holding the steering wheel, Shire felt the boiling warfare emanating from the car next to him, and his heart was tense, even though it was the most angled curve, Shire felt that he was walking The line seemed to be above the blade.
By the middle of the second quarter of qualifying, Hunt's lap was already on par with Irving. The top three rankings are starting to change continuously.
It's like squeezing into a fight, without crushing each other. Hunter surpassed Irving to take second place, directly threatening Winston's pole position.
"Good job, good job ..." Marcus' hands were shaking.
"Pole position ... pole position ... pole position ..."
Many mechanics and engineers are looking forward to it.
The opening of the third quarter qualifying was a speedy feast. Hunt's lap speed was on the track to catch fire, and Winston was simply fighting.
Speed ​​has become a weapon, tearing the air, cutting the eyes, the lap speed of the two has reached a new level, even the Ferrari team manager Mr. Miller clasped his head.
"Is he trying to burn a tire? Is he trying to burn a tire?"
The tighter Winston's lap was, the more awake Hunt's brain was, as if something was blowing into his heart, and he was desperately suppressed, bursting open at the most critical moment.
He could feel that Winston's speed was not resistance. On the contrary, it was like a powerful force pushing him through every corner, through every straight, and out of everyone's expectations and imagination.
Hunter completed the third quarter of qualifying with keen corner control.
"..." Mr. Marcus opened his mouth half open, who was faster?
"It's Hunter! It's Hunter! It's our Hunter!"
"He took pole position!"
"Hunter has taken pole position!"
"Oh ... oh ..." Marcus opened his eyes wide and turned around to embrace Shen Chuan, "It's a pole position!"
The qualifying game this time made the audience into a crazy mood.
Hunt, who took off the pole, smashed the steering wheel across the helmet.
"He has finally become the challenged person from the chaser." Mr. Cacho exhaled, "but ... if he is still in the race, I can't help but imagine that he is wearing a star and wearing a Mercedes-Benz in front. , The picture chased by everyone ... so sense of speed! "
When Hunt took off the top of his racing suit, hung it around his waist, and walked in the aisle, he ran into the oncoming Irving.
Owen applauded without hesitation: "Good job, Hunter."
He didn't call him "Little Hunt" because this time he regarded Hunt as a complete opponent, not a fledgling child.
"When chasing me, remember to be more focused and harder. Otherwise, I will throw you farther and farther." Hunt patted Owen's chest with his back.
"Ah, it's so terribly obvious, it's inexplicably cute!" Owen looked at Hunter's back and said with a smile.
Shir carrying mineral water came to Irving's side and bumped him gently: "Did you suddenly feel younger?"
"Yeah, it's like returning to twenty."
Hunt came to the bathroom, facing himself in the mirror, adjusting his breathing.
He held the water up and poured it on his face.
Someone came to him and handed a tissue.
The long, beautiful fingers and the red racing suit seemed to burn Hunter's eyes.
Hunt pulled the tissue that Winston handed over, wiped it off, and threw it into the basket.
He hooked his fingers at Winston, and the other side leaned slightly down, and Hunter clasped Winston's neck and kissed him forcefully.
The tip of his tongue was like a hurricane in transit, and the moment Winston closed his eyes, it was over.
"That's it?" Winston's voice was soft and he still half-closed his eyes.
"Did you just want to get to me during qualifying just now?" Hunt deliberately tugged the racing suit hanging around his waist.
"Yes indeed."
"Because I don't think your desire is strong enough, I will get pole position in qualifying." Hunt raised his chin and looked at the other side.
"So now?" Winston's voice was a little dull, like a frosted paper about to burn, rough over Hunter's sensory nerves.
Hunt lowered his head, glanced at the spot where Winston was ready, and twitched his lips.
He suddenly remembered that when he talked to Winston for the first time, in the toilet of the Spanish Grand Prix, this scene is really familiar.
Hunter raised his eyebrows slightly: "Although ... there is enough time to help you out, but you still keep it. Chasing the track so that I can be faster."
Hunt put on his racing suit and headed for the door.
"Ah, right."
"what happened?"
"Van, you are my super engine."
With that said, Hunter strode out.
In front of him is a bright passage, and the vision is extremely wide at the end of the passage.
He breathed a sigh of relief that no era will end, whether it belongs to Shire and Irving, or to him and Winston, they are only part of this rushing world. He is going to make his own mark now.
This is the first time he will start in pole position.
When the technical officer made the final call, he was so excited that his fingers were shaking.
Hunt half-headed his head and waited for a long time, but the other party didn't say anything.
Hunt waited patiently, and the other end just scratched his shoulder.
"It's this step ... all the analysis and strategy are not so important. I hope you can fly as fast as possible today. We will look at you and keep watching you."
Hunter laughed. "OK."
He glanced back at all of them, and said to them with a lip: "I will see you back as fast as possible."
Albert Park Circuit, this is Hunt's first pole start.
He has no opponents ahead, but he knows that behind him is a wave of followers.
Either be drowned ... or use this kinetic energy to rush to the zenith where no one can reach!
Hunt clasped the steering wheel, waiting for the five lights to go out.
At that moment, he rushed out without reservation, the air was steaming and was driven away by his speed, Wanma galloped behind him, and he reached the first corner first.
He wanted to maximize the speed, and at the last moment he retreated from sixth to third. Winston cut in ruthlessly, but was avoided by Hunt's line and rushed to Turn 2.
When the centripetal force brought huge pressure on Hunter's neck, he clenched his teeth, turned the steering wheel with both arms, and the car came out with a mad posture, as if passing by with Winston, who almost passed the bend.
"Oh-" The exclamation of the audience was one after another.
Owen, who was behind Winston and Shire, was like a double-edged sword, trying to pierce his back.
Even at a long distance, people can feel the burst of chasing.
Hunter continued to lead for three consecutive laps. This track and car were completely under his control, and the drivers behind strangled each other, and the people watching were frightened.
On the fifth lap, Irving surpassed Winston with a superb brake control before corners 5 and 6, and headed for Hunter.
Owen grinned at the corners of his lips, his teeth clenched tightly.
He originally thought he could take off the pursuit of speed and do something more interesting, but in the end he still found that ... the most interesting thing is always on the track.
He entered Hunt No. 7 almost in parallel with Hunter, and the track was trembling, almost destroyed by their resonance engine.
There was nothing in Hunt's mind, it was all feeling.
The control of the wiring and steering wheel is clearly arbitrary but impeccable.
Mr. Caccio in the stands gently covered his chest.
"Evan Hunt is really mature."
"Is it mature ... I just think he's scary ..." Audrey Wilson on the side wasn't quite sure.
"Know what you want, isn't it mature?"
Hunt rushed out of the track with a slight advantage, and the two wings almost collided, but when the audience worried that the flag would be issued, they separated very tacitly.
Hunt hurricaneed in the straight, and as he passed by the line of sight, the audience had the illusion of being dragged away from the seat.
The contest between him and Irving lasted for nearly six laps, and Charles and Winston behind were also fiercely fighting, and the two cars seemed to choke each other's throats.
Winston made a strong turn and Shir stabilized the line and ran straight.
Hunter decided to make a pit stop on the eighteenth lap, and the Marcus team's mechanics were running at a high speed. The speed of changing tires surprised all large teams.
Hunt was out of the pit, by which time Winston was driving in front of him, with Charles behind him.
Marcus asked the technical officer a little nervously: "Is Hunter a little earlier?"
"No sooner. We have to believe his feelings."
Hunt followed Winston's lips.
Baby, I'm rarely chased by you in the back, how could I be so easily arched by you?
Turn 7 is ahead. Although some people say that the best passing point on the Albert track is the straight, if he is Evan Hunt ... anywhere!
He connected with the Winston squadron, and when he rushed into the bend, he carried the momentum of rushing into the buffer zone. However, Hunt's line was perfect enough to pick out the fault. However, by virtue of the alignment, he gained greater speed. When he just entered the straight, a flick turned even with Winston, chasing back the time difference of the pit stop in an instant.
The speed of the two was not comparable, and the subsequent several corners did not determine the winner. The next two laps made the audience frightened and heated.
"This is the Formula One we want to see! It's not just a demonstration of ultra high-performance cars, but let us never guess the ending!" Mr. Cacho couldn't help but applaud vigorously.
After a few laps, the timing of Winston's tangent acceleration made Hunt feel superb.
He used his technology to conquer Hunt's cognition, control his thinking, and lock Hunt in his own domain.
Hunt remembered what Winston had said before, and he wanted Hunt to look at him forever.
The desire that was so strong that it was more than anything, wasn't it the same for Hunt?
I've been following you for a long time, this time, Vann Winston-look at me well, it's just me driving in front of you!
Hunt withstood a strong centripetal force on the 12th turn, continued through the 13th turn through the 13th turn, and was indistinguishable from Winston before and after. The two vehicles braked at the same time and suddenly decelerated as if In a folded world, Hunter quickly controlled the throttle at a certain moment, and shifted to third gear at the most delicate moment. The balance of the two cars parallel to each other was disrupted at that moment. The routing was like a swan that crossed the neck. Hunter advanced Out of the corner!
"Oh……"
"How did he do that?"
"Pretty ... so pretty!"
The audience was boiling.
Hunt burst out of the dust, breaking the limit of time, and rushing towards the next curve.
However, Winston did not stop there. After he entered the station to change tires, he competed with the overseeing Charles, and once again led, he started the chase after hunting for Hunt.
This is like an endless game, Hunt provoked arbitrarily, and Winston crushed as much as he could, but the more so, their speed became faster and faster.
Hunt just brushed the fastest lap of the game and will be immediately overtaken by Winston.
The dust vibrations on the ground create the illusion that the planet seems to be cracking. The continuous engine buzzing from far to near, the audience's crazy shouts and engine sounds merge into a madness that burns everything.
Dark clouds rolled in the sky, and daylight struggled to reveal from the gap. The moisture in the air is evaporated.
Hunter continues to compete with Winston, and not far behind are Irving and Shire who will catch up at any time.
The four cars decelerated through the 15th and 16th turns. The timing and control of the brakes surpassed everything. The wheels turned and the air pushed the wings and tail with a strong force.
When people were worried that they would collide in a curve, many people covered their eyes, but like a miracle, everyone's line was neat but showed strong judgment and control. Hunter avoided All competitors, one ride.
Winston followed closely, and the audience waited, and Winston, holding the steering wheel, locked Hunter in front.
My Hunter ... If you want to soar in the vast sky, then I will send you thousands of miles!
The enthusiasm of the whole world is drowned by Winston's cold sharpness, but Hunter can feel the power behind him that will sweep the world at any time, and he hears his breath and heartbeat, as the two cars enter the end of the long straight road. At that moment, Hunter suddenly occupied the inside, delayed the brakes, and cleverly and quickly blocked Winston when cornering!
This instant judgment is like breaking the water with a knife, and the momentum is shocking!
The audience shouted.
Marcus trembled as he looked at the screen: "Don't be super! Don't be super ..."
Just when people were worried that Hunter's slowing out of the corner would be overtaken by Winston, he calmly held his position and accelerated, pulling everyone's breath and leaving chicly.
That second was still like time, and then the audience's exclamation sounded one after another.
Ahead of this track is the end of the track. Hunter no longer cares about it, arrogantly stepping on the accelerator and rushing forward with the momentum of an explosive cylinder.
And Winston kept catching his red figure from the side, like a huge wave, sending him straight to the sky.
Winston ... Someone said to me that Formula One is a contest between runaway and self-control.
Love you too.
The two cars almost crossed the line.
Not long after Hunt crossed the line, he heard the sound of his flat tire.
He controlled his speed steadily, the world was spinning in front of him, and the only thing clear was driving the red Ferrari protecting him.
When the result of the final game came out, Marcus' chin shivered and couldn't speak.
After two seconds of silence, the roar of the Marcus team almost turned the roof over.
Hunter's car finally stopped, he leaned on the steering wheel and laughed while breathing hard.
At that moment he finally understood what Owen said is that the meaning of the opponent is more important than victory.
When you surpass speed and beyond the limits you set for yourself ... the world is still so big and the track is so long!
Hunt leaned over his face and reached out to Winston beside him.
No matter where we go, no matter what happens in each match, don't leave me.
Because of you, I have made my present and future.
This is Hunt's third time on the podium of Formula One, but it is the first time that Winston has passed.
The media surged, but Hunt found himself more calm than ever.
Because praise and fame can no longer drown him. He knew who he was.
He smiled and greeted applause from all over the world, with Winston on his side.
Suddenly, Hunter lowered his head and kissed Winston's lips sharply.
Just when the media was upset that it was just that Hunter wanted to express his joy to his best friend, Winston directly hugged her, and faded away from reason and restraint, and enthusiastically and wildly kissed back.
Standing on the side, Charles shoved the corner of his mouth uncomfortably, walked down and applauded.
Two seconds later, applause followed.
Shir slowly retreated, came to Irving, bumped his shoulder and said, "Are you willing to retreat?"
"Ah ... it's arrogant and annoying. Suddenly I think it's okay to stick to it for another three years." Owen said with a twitch.
"Yeah, our times are not over yet. This year's driver championship is still me, right?"
"Huh." Irving nodded.
This year's Grand Prix ended with Hunter's absolute strength. The kiss after the game became a classic picture many years later.
Shire's Mercedes-Benz team won the championship and he ranked first in the driver's standings. Winston was second, Irving was third, and Hunter was fourth.
Marcus has been watching the picture of Winston kissing Hunter on his mobile phone, thinking: "I thought they were pure friendship! There is a feeling that my child is still young but secretly falling in love with me! They When will it be better! Wait ... If Hunter can convince Winston to join our team, we can definitely dominate F1 next year! "
The public relations manager sighed helplessly: "What is it that makes you feel like this?"
"Isn't it important to be careful that Hunter is poached by Ferrari?" The technical officer said blankly.
At this time, the manager of Ferrari also looked at the mobile phone to start unlimited imagination: "If Winston can convince Hunter to join us, they can fall in love and drive a car of the same color like a couple's suit, isn't it? ? "
So from November to February of the following year, the media speculated that whether Hunt and Winston would become teammates?
After the game, Hunt offered to invite everyone to dinner, and the place turned out to be a fast food burger!
When Charles came to the restaurant door with his pockets, he was extremely depressed.
"I should be holding a beautiful woman singing and dancing and not leveling up, instead of coming here for a childish ... burger dinner ..."
Owen followed him with a smile: "This kid has a good connection. Donald of Sauber, but also Duchuny and Penny, Williams and Force India are here?"
"Sure enough, I'll go back." Charles was about to turn around, but Owen wrapped his shoulders. "Don't do that. Burger makes you young!"
"I never felt old!"
"When you think burgers are childish, it is a symbol of your aging mind!"
Irving took Shire into the burger shop.
At this moment Hunter was holding his arms and looking at Chen Mobai in front of him.
"I heard you're leaving Formula 1."
"This is normal. No matter where, there are people coming in and some people leaving." Chen Mobai said with a smile.
"I see regret in your eyes. I bet I will see you next season." Hunter said with his chin.
"I can't see you being so attached to me."
"Less, because I haven't managed to get you off the track yet!" Hunter said, eyes narrowed.
"Hahaha, I don't see your grievances against me so much. I heard that because I talked with Winston a few more topics about adults, you are not happy."
"What an adult conversation!"
"Guess?" Chen Mobai raised an eyebrow and smiled. "I heard that you are playing well with Irving."
"When will I and Irving get better."
"We are pure friendship!" Owen sat down beside Hunter.
"Oh ... how pure?" Chen Mobai suddenly lifted his feet and stomped Hunter's waist.
Hunter planted in Irving's arms all at once, and only heard a click, Chen Mobai raised Yang's mobile phone.
"Mr. Hunt, there must be a purer between me and Winston than you and Irving."
After speaking, Chen Mobai took a burger and left while biting.
"Hello! You guys have a fight next year!"
Chen Mobai walking in the night waved his hand.
Hunter's heart was a little hesitant at that moment.
As Chen Mobai said, there are people in this world who naturally leave.
But soon, Hunter found himself in big trouble, because Winston entered the door coldly.
Even Donald, who was joking with joy, froze there.
Winston's eyes glanced at Irving, who was sitting at the dining table, teasing Hunt, and fighting with Shire.
"What's wrong ..." Owen seemed to think something was wrong.
Winston threw his phone directly into Hunt's arms.
Hunter took a look, and found that it was a text message from Chen Mobai to Winston. The editing content was: Your Hunter said that he and Irving are pure friendship!
The photos that follow are the pictures of Chen Mobai being taken into Irving's arms just now.
The snapshot was too sloppy, just as Hunter put his hands on Irving's body, as if to force a kiss.
"I rub! That bastard! I'm going to hack him! Thanks I just regretted that he was leaving Formula One!"
"You don't have to regret him. Anyway, Marcus invited him to join your team and replace McGrady."
"What-the ghost is going to be a teammate with him!"
Hunter almost burst.
"But you explain the picture to me first?"
"Chen Mobai slaps me!" Hunter replied stiffly, his eyes full of complaints that "you friend is not a good thing."
Winston looked at Irving, who almost came out with the beer.
"Don't look at me ... the whole world knows Hunter is yours ..."
"Deserve it." Charles snorted softly.
"That ... we all still eat burgers! Drink beer! Haha! Hahaha!" Donald smiled awkwardly.
"Winston, if you don't like people so close to Hunter so much, one day you will be nervous." Shire said in an elder tone.
"Otherwise, I'll pay you as a male rabbit?" Irving looked at Winston with a smile.
"The ghost wants to see your male rabbit!" Hunt goosebumps.
"Hahaha! Owen's male rabbit is the most beautiful!" I wonder who said stupidly.
So this little burger shop suddenly warmed up.
At 12 o'clock in the evening, everyone got up and prepared to go back to their hotel.
Winston and Hunter walked side by side, and gradually, Hunter suddenly deliberately slowed his pace and watched Winston's forward back.
Just when Winston realized something, when he turned around, Hunter rushed forward suddenly and jumped on Winston's back.
As if he had known that he was going to do this, Winston fished down and raised his leg.
"Hahaha!" Hunter laughed.
Winston lifted it upwards, moving forward steadily.
"Hey, I think this year is my lucky year. It is also a lucky year for everyone!"
"For example?" Winston asked with a sideways look.
"I won the championship!"
"Well." Winston chuckled.
"Owen and Shire are going to delay retreat!"
"Ok."
"Xiao Creek seems to be in love with an alumni who has never met, and after three days, he will meet in a cafe outside MIT!"
"Um." Winston's smile was even more pronounced.
"I think I should follow it." Hunt said seriously.
"why?"
"If he misbehaves about Xiaoxi, of course I have to protect it! Xiaoxi is like my sister!"
"Then you still don't go. I guess you can't take advantage of that guy."
"why?"
"Trust me. That person must be the one who fits the stream best."
"Really? And! And also! Do you know? Shen Chuan proposed to her girlfriend today! They were about to break up!"
Winston paused, with a slight smile on his lips: "Well. The engagement ring must be beautiful."
"Yeah! And I told you, I ordered a new car!"
"Aren't you driving your little jeep?"
"I left it in the garage as a memorial. I haven't told you about my new car yet ..."
"Hunter, I also think this year is my lucky year." Winston suddenly said.
"Really?" Hunter asked curiously.
"Because you love me, starting this year, we will always be together. Everything is going in the direction I most look forward to."
Hunt smiled widely.
"Of course. Vann ..."
"Ok?"
"The direction I am most looking forward to is that you and I rule this extremely fast field."
Winston stopped.
Hunter's voice was low, but firm as a rock.
"Countless people will challenge us in the future, but no one will defeat us."
Hunt lay on Winston's back and looked at the endless night sky.
"Of course, my king." Winston replied with a chuckle.
Hunt smiled and kissed his back.
Xinghai Mingming is still but surging tomorrow, brewing the change of tomorrow, a force rang out the noise, whistling.
This is the age of everyone.
The author has something to say: This article ends here.
Fat melon has been in Jinjiang for eight years, and writing has become my habit. In fact, every two or two years I find that my readers have changed a lot of feelings. Everyone has grown up, running for their own lives, and may no longer read the text to have more important or more interesting things to do, and I am still here.
In fact, writing becomes a habit is not a good thing. Fat melon always feels that there is emotion in my heart to have expression, but I do n’t know when it starts. I become numb and write just to write. This article made me a little bit more emotionally expressive. I don't know if I can write for a few more years, but I very much hope that my next article will be full of feelings, so that everyone feels like they are in love.
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