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But consider this: German Karl is actually THE Karl. His cousins Will & Nico are living the sweet life up in the north, and he spent a wonderful summer and all other holidays there where he met a girl called Sana and was able to free and liberate her. It was a great experience for him, but ultimately he realized that this was a unique power and that he shouldn’t keep himself from helping others as well. So back in Germany he decides to look for girls in the same situation as Sana (1/2)
(2/2) on their way to a better life, and finds the perfect candidate in Amira. He is able to open her eyes, which of course includes the realisation that the Afd is the best party in the world. Amazed by his family’s gift, Karl makes sure to share it with his million other family members that live all over the world, France, Italy and of course the USA, where handsome C(!)arl is just ready to make America great again. Hes also the one who calls the popular Keeping up with the Magnussons to life.
i literally hate this so much
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✨karlsana✨
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I love the notebook 😩💕
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CHAPTER 2
friday, october 28
ville mentality-j. cole
Sana arose the next morning completely exhausted. She went through the motions of getting dressed, washing her face, and brushing her teeth. She skipped breakfast altogether. As she was about to leave, she noticed her mother watching her.
“Mom, is everything alright?” Sana asked.
Her mother paused. “Are you okay?” she said slowly. She studied her daughter intently.
Sana smiled nervously. “Yes, Mom. I’m fine. It’s just… I have a lot of homework and college applications are due. There’s just… there’s a lot going on right now.”
Sana’s mom didn’t look convinced, but she didn’t press the subject. As soon as Sana was about to leave, Elias came down the stairs. He hugged their mother and grabbed his jacket from the coat rack.
“Are you riding with us, Sana? Yousef texted me and said he’ll be here in a few minutes.”
Sana grimaced at the sound of Yousef’s name. Her thoughts flashed back to last night, and she shook her head.
“No, I think I’ll walk,” she replied. “I need some time alone. See you later.”
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Sana walked briskly down the crowded hallway, her bookbag slung over her back. She was on her way to the library during her free period. She needed a quiet place to study. As she was about to walk inside, the double doors swung open, and out walked a red haired girl. She smiled at Sana briefly and then checked her cell phone. Sana smiled back and made her way to a study cubicle in the corner. She hefted her large Advanced Chemistry textbook out of her bag and set it on the desk. She flipped to the chapter her class was on, pulled out a notebook, and started reading and taking notes. She was about to flip the page when she overheard a conversation a few tables away.
“Hey, man, what happened with you and that Muslim guy yesterday?”
Sana peered over her shoulder and saw Karl and his friends lounging at a table. The library supposedly had a no-talking policy, but popular white lacrosse players could get away with anything at Beacon Hills High. She quickly turned back around before they noticed her.
“Nothing really. Something could’ve happened with Sana though, if that dick hadn’t interrupted,” Karl boasted.
“Who’s Sana? Is she the girl with the-” Julian, one of the guys, motioned to his head. “The scarf thing?”
Karl laughed obnoxiously. “Yeah, man, that’s her. God, I bet she’s got a great ass. She just wears all those loose clothes and shit. You can’t even see anything.”
Another boy, Jacob, interjected. “Aren’t Muslim chicks supposed to be like, goody-two-shoes? Like, they don’t have sex? What’s the point of even trying to talk to her?”
Sana stilled. Karl laughed again.
“Man, that whole good girl thing is a front. She’s a total slut. You haven’t seen the way she looks at me, like she just wants me to slam her up against the wall. I don’t know why she got so pissy when I tried to talk to her. She’s the one sending all those weird signals. She should feel grateful,” he chuckled. “I’m just trying to make her dreams come true.”
Sana felt the blood rush to her face. She pressed her palm to her cheeks. They were hot. She closed her textbook and stuffed her notes inside her bag. Somehow, she managed to leave the library without Karl and his friends noticing. Sana walked quickly through the vacant hallways and into the nearest restroom. She went into a stall and slammed the door shut.
Sana sat on the closed toilet set, her head cradled in her hands. How could Karl say that about her? She had never looked at him suggestively, or given him any implication that she was attracted to him. She tried to tolerate him and act civilly. There was no way that he could interpret that as desire. He was either delusional or showing off for his friends. Probably both.
How can you call him delusional? a voice in Sana’s head whispered. You’re the one having visions of people predicting their own deaths. You’re the crazy one.
Sana’s breathing grew heavy, and tears formed in her eyes. She sat there for a while and let herself cry. Her shoulders shuddered in rhythm with her silent sobs, rising with every breath she took and sinking with the weight of her stresses.
After a while, Sana rose and shakily opened the door. She went to the sink and looked in the mirror. Her face was flushed and blotchy. Her eyes were glossy and reflected the fluorescent lights above. She splashed water on her face and tried to steady her breathing. Sana placed her hands on either side of the porcelain basin. She hadn’t applied makeup that morning, so her face was clear and it was no longer obvious that she had been crying. She whispered a short prayer and turned to leave the restroom.
Just as Sana was about to walk out, a petite blonde girl shuffled through the threshold. Tears were streaming down her pale face in rivulets. She was using her hands to wipe them away, but they persisted. Sana stared at her, worry and concern clouding her eyes. The girl met her gaze for a moment, but didn’t say anything. Instead, she went into a stall and slammed the door shut. Sana paused for a second and tentatively rapped her knuckles on the door.
“Are you… are you alright?” Sana mentally kicked herself for asking such a silly question. Of course she wasn’t alright, or else she wouldn’t be bawling her eyes out in a humanities hall lavatory.
The girl didn’t respond. Sana debated saying something else, but a ringing tone sounded. It was the bell for fourth period. Sana plugged in her earbuds and exited into a sea of people. She felt physically and emotionally exhausted. All she had to do was push through one more class, and then she had a break. She wouldn’t have to see Karl until after lunch. At that, she breathed a sigh of relief and trudged down the hallway to her literature class.
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When the lunch bell rang, Sana strolled to the cafeteria and bought a bag of chips and a bottle of water from a vending machine. She usually made her own lunch, but she had been preoccupied with the Yousef dream yesterday and it had slipped her mind.
She walked over to the table by the window where she and Laila had sat yesterday. Her usual lunch group was present that day, and they gave her a puzzled look from across the room. She ignored them and plopped her bag down on the seat next to her. Laila was reading the same book from yesterday. She quickly shoved it into her backpack when she saw Sana. Laila smiled at her. They greeted each other and chatted about work and teachers for a while.
“Hey,” Sana said. “Do you want to go to a party tonight? It starts at nine.”
Laila looked surprised. “Um… sure,” she replied slowly. “Who’s throwing it?”
Sana glanced back at the table where her “friends” were sitting. “Oh, just this girl I know. Ingrid Theis Gaupseth. I don’t know if you know her.”
“I don’t think I’ve met her,” Laila said. “Do you think it’ll be fun?”
Sana pursed her lips. “Depends on your definition of fun. Anyway, it’ll be a good way for you to get to know people in Beacon Hills.”
“Great! I’ll be there then.”
Sana passed her cell phone to Laila. “Put your number in my phone and I’ll text you the address. Oh,” she added. “and wear a costume. It’s a Halloween party.”
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Sana caught a ride home with Yousef and Elias. She told both of them about Ingrid’s party. For the rest of the ride, she tried her best to avoid looking at Yousef. She didn’t know what might happen if she looked him in the eye.
When they arrived at home, Sana was the first in the door. Her mother had a day off and was reading at the kitchen table. Elias walked in, kissed their mother on the cheek, and made his way to the refrigerator. Sana smiled half-heartedly and greeted their mom, and then asked permission to go to the Halloween party. She granted it. Sana and Elias were about to go upstairs to their bedrooms when their mother cleared her throat.
“Sana,” she said gently. “Can I talk to you please?”
Sana turned back and sat down next to her mother. Amina Bakkoush looked her daughter in the eyes as she gathered her thoughts.
“Sana, are you okay?” she asked.
“You asked me that this morning, Mama. I’m fine, I promise. It’s just stress from school.”
Her mother knitted her brow. “I don’t think you are, Sana. You look exhausted and… “ she paused for a moment. “You seem… I don’t know, more than stressed. Like you’re sad or… worried.”
Sana was a little surprised. She didn’t think her mother could tell when she was upset.
“It’s.. it’s nothing, Mama. Nothing important. It doesn’t matter.”
“Well, I suppose you don’t have to tell me about it, but have you been praying?”
Sana blinked. A guilty expression flashed across her face. She had barely prayed in the last few weeks. Since the dream about Yousef, she hadn’t prayed at all. She ducked her head, not wanting to look her mom in the eye.
“No,” she responded carefully, “not really…” she trailed off.
“You haven’t been going to prayers recently either.”
Sana was silent.
Amina placed a hand on her daughter’s shoulder. “I think you should try to pray, habibti. It’ll be good for you.”
Sana lifted her head. “Should I go today? I don’t have to go to that party. It’ll probably be lame anyways-”
“No, no, you go to the party,” Amina interrupted. “Enjoy yourself. You need it.”
Amina reached out to embrace her daughter. At that moment, Sana realized she couldn’t remember the last time she had hugged either of her parents. They stood in the kitchen, arms wrapped around each other, for a long time. Sana felt all of her worries about Yousef and Karl and schoolwork start to melt away. When they finally parted, Sana had tears in her eyes for the second time that day.
“Thank you,” she whispered. “I needed that.”
Amina only smiled and kissed her daughter on the cheek. “I love you so much, my daughter. I just want you to be happy.”
notes: i am christian, not muslim, so any references to islam in this story will be from what i know from school information, research, and my muslim friends. please let me know if anything is inaccurate and like/reblog if you enjoyed this chapter!
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CHAPTER 1
notes: at the beginning of each upload, i will include a song that i listened to while writing that fits the mood of the writing. also, @smoothyousef ‘s original character karl makes multiple appearances so i apologize for that in advance. please let me know if you enjoyed this chapter! i’ll be updating this story on here and on the ao3 account @spaceygemini every other day, so please stay tuned for more!
thursday, october 27
staying up-the neighbourhood
A doe-eyed, curly-haired little girl skipped along in a wooded area, humming nursery rhymes. She stopped when she came across someone sitting cross-legged on the pine needles beneath a towering tree. It was a boy only a little older than her. The girl came closer to him and waited for him to notice her. After a moment, the boy looked up and smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. He was looking past the girl, as if he didn’t see her.
“Hi, Sana,” he said, his voice tinged with melancholy.
“Hi,” she replied shyly. The boy used the hem of his shirt to wipe his eyes. He had been crying. “What’s wrong?”
The boy sighed and repeated the lines that everyone who’d sat under that pine tree before him had said.
“I’m going to die, Sana. I’m going to die, and there’s nothing you can do to stop it.”
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Sana awoke in a cold sweat. She felt her forehead. It was feverishly warm and damp with sweat. She was used to having dreams like that. She’d had premonitions in her sleep for the past six months or so. She had never told anyone, mostly because she had never had any reason to believe the predictions would come true. This time though, it was different. This time, she’d recognized the person under the tree, even though he was younger in her dream. They had known each other for as long as she could remember.
It was Yousef Acar, her brother’s best friend.
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Sana gazed into the mirror, searching for any imperfection in her appearance. Noticing that her hijab was a bit loose, she plucked a silver heart-shaped pin to secure it. When she was finished, she looked back at her reflection. Even after applying makeup, she could see the dark circles under her eyes. She hadn’t gotten much sleep recently between studying for exams and the growing intensity of her nightly phantasms, which had culminated with last night’s dream. After she’d woken up, she couldn’t go back to sleep, so instead, she had spent all night Googling those who thought they could predict death. Most of the people recorded were raving lunatics, now probably locked away in places like Eichen House. No one she found online was in any condition for her to question them about their abilities.
It’s for the best, Sana thought. I don’t want to end up like them. Besides, I don’t even know if my visions are true. I shouldn’t worry too much. Yousef isn’t going to die. That’s… that’s impossible.
Sana swirled a makeup brush in a powder compact and applied it under both her eyes. She blended it in before swiping on dark lipstick. She smiled at her reflection. Perfect. Just as she was getting up from her chair, she heard a voice call from the bottom of the stairs.
“Sana! Hurry up!” her brother called. “If you don’t come down soon, you’ll be taking the bus!”
Sana grabbed her school bag from the floor. As she was about to leave her room, something on her laptop screen caught her eye. It was the research from last night. She closed the search window and turned the laptop off, fearing her parents would see it.
“I’m coming, Elias!” Sana said, rolling her eyes. Elias was so annoying sometimes. Who did he think he was, rushing her like that?
Sana walked downstairs, grabbed a granola bar for breakfast, and kissed her father on the cheek. She called out a goodbye as she left the house and met Elias on the sidewalk outside. Yousef was waiting for them, his faded blue Jeep parked on the curb.
Sana gasped softly when she saw him. She had never really paid much attention to Yousef, but today she felt relieved when she saw him alive and joking with Elias.
“Good morning, Yousef,” Sana greeted him with a warm smile. In some weird way, she felt like she should be extra nice to him today, seeing as she had basically foreseen his death only a few hours ago.
“Hi, Sana. How… how are you?” Yousef smiled at Sana radiantly, as if he could see nothing but her, but Sana didn’t seem to notice. Elias sure did, though.
“I’m… I could be worse,” she said, sighing slightly. After a joking around for a few more minutes, the three were off to school.
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“Alright class, get out your homework from this weekend. I’ll be checking it for a grade.” It wasn’t even lunch time, and Sana was already extremely annoyed. First of all, she was in AP Calculus, which she found easy but hated with a passion. Second, some ninth grader had spilled coffee on her Spanish textbook before second period, which she would have to pay for. Third, Karl Magnusson kept trying to find excuses to talk to her in class. And fourth, she was still thinking about her dream last night. She heard Yousef’s voice in her head over and over, repeating the same morbid sentence. “I’m going to die, and there’s nothing you can do about it.” That had thrown her concentration completely off, and she’d been scatterbrained in every class.
Sana rifled through her backpack, searching from her homework from that weekend. She couldn’t find it. With a sinking feeling in her stomach, she remembered where she had left it. It was right next to her laptop, and she’d forgotten to grab it before she left. The teacher was coming down the aisle, only three desks away. And to top it all off, Karl had just tapped her on the shoulder for what had to be the twentieth time in the past hour.
Great, Sana thought before turning around to shoot a snarky remark at Karl. Nothing could possibly make this day any worse.
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The day got worse. A whole lot worse. But that came later.
When Sana got to lunch, the small group of interchangeable clones she usually hung out with was nowhere to be found. She contemplated eating in the library, but decided that was cliche, and extremely nerdy. Just as she was about to sit down with Elias and his friends, she spotted a girl sitting alone by a window. Sana had never seen her before, but she looked nice, and more interesting than the vapid look-alikes she usually talked to. Sana approached the table where the girl was and sat down. The girl was reading a huge leather bound book, and she was so engrossed in it that she didn’t even realize that Sana had sat down. Sana cleared her throat.
“Hey, mind if I sit here?” Sana asked.
“Oh, sure, of course,” the girl said, embarrassed. She closed the book and set it aside.
Sana peeked at the title. GATONYE BESTIARY. A complex symbol was inscribed on the cover, and she caught a glimpse of some French words.
The girl hadn’t said anything else, so Sana decided to introduce herself.
“I’m Sana.”
“I’m Laila. Nice to meet you.”
“Nice to meet you too. I’ve seen you in the hallway,” Laila said. “Oh, my God that sounds so creepy, sorry,” she giggled. Sana laughed too.
“No, it’s okay. So what are you doing sitting all alone? You’ve got to be pretty interesting company if you’re reading a book like that,” she said, gesturing to the book on the table next to Laila.
“Um, I’m new here. My family just moved here and this is my first day.”
“Well, Laila,” Sana said, leaning in conspiratorially. “How would you like to be my new best friend?”
Laila looked surprised. “Um, don’t you already have friends? I mean-”
Sana nibbled on her bottom lip. “Not really. Just… acquaintances.” She paused meditatively and grinned. “So, is that a yes?”
Laila broke into a smile. “Yeah, sure. I’d like that.”
Sana smiled. “Good.”
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After school, Sana was in a terrible mood. Before the last bell rang, Karl had made crude comments about her to his stupid lacrosse team cronies and she was thisclose to slapping him across his smug, misogynistic face. He’s such an asshole, Sana fumed as she shut her locker, and everyone just lets him get away with it because he’s the captain of the fucking lacrosse team. Pathetic. Sana slung her bag over her shoulder and stalked outside. She scanned the parking lot, looking for Yousef’s Jeep. She spotted it parked near the athletic fields. When she was about halfway there, someone grabbed her arm. Sana whirled around, ready to unleash a stream of curse words.
It was Karl.
Sana sighed, chuckling drily. “Unbelieveable. What do I have to do for you to get it: I’m not into you!” She tried to walk away, but he tightened his grip on her forearm.
“Just give me a chance, Sana. One date, okay? I promise I’ll make it worth your while.” Karl wiggled his patchy eyebrows suggestively.
“No!” Sana exclaimed angrily. “Let me go, or I swear I’ll kick you ass.” She felt her face get hot. She knew she should stay calm, but Karl was just so infuriating.
Karl smirked. “For a girl who’s trying to convince people that Islam is peaceful, you’re pretty violent.”
Sana flinched as if he had hit her. “The only thing I’m trying to convince you of is to let me go!” Sana tried to wrestle her arm free, but she was unsuccessful. Just as she was about to start screaming at him, Yousef walked up.
“Hey, Karl,” he said testily. “Is there a problem here?”
Karl loosened his grip a bit, but not enough for Sana to get away. “Nah, man, everything’s fine. We were just talking.”
Yousef stepped closer to Karl and looked him in the eye. “And everything will stay fine if you let her go.” He spoke quietly but fiercely.
Karl stared into Yousef’s eyes for a moment more and then slowly dropped his hand, releasing Sana. “Whatever, man,” he scoffed.
Yousef shook his head a little and then turned to Sana. “Are you okay?” he asked.
Sana exhaled sharply. “Yeah, I’m fine. Karl’s just…” She trailed off.
“You shouldn’t have to put up with that,” Yousef said bitterly. “That guy is horrible. Have you reported him to the administration?”
“Yeah, once,” Sana said, shrugging. “They didn’t do anything. They just said it’s a part of high school. Boys will be boys and all that.” She let out a harsh laugh.
Yousef studied her intently, momentarily drowning in her chocolate eyes. “No one should have to put up with that. Especially not you.”
Sana smiled a little. “Thanks, Yousef.” She paused. “You’re a good guy, you know that?”
Yousef shrugged. “I try my best.” They both smiled and walked the rest of the way to the car. Elias was leaning against the car. His eyes were fixed on a pretty brown-skinned girl he’d never seen before. Sana followed his gaze and recognized Laila. She smirked and cleared her throat.
“Earth to Elias! We’re here, let’s go.” Elias snapped out of his trance. He had a look on his face that Sana had never seen before. It wasn’t the usual hungry expression that he usually wore when he saw a pretty girl, but something deeper, more thoughtful. Sana smiled to herself. If that look meant what she thought it did, things were going to get interesting.
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After Sana had completed all of her homework that night, she was exhausted. Her day had been so hectic, and all she really wanted was a solid night of sleep, something she hadn’t gotten in years. Sana showered and pulled on ratty pajamas, and then crawled into bed. She tossed and turned for a few minutes, and then resolved that she wasn’t going to be able to sleep when her thoughts were so tangled around her macabre dream.
Sana swung her feet out of bed and turned the lights on. She sank into her desk chair and powered up her laptop. If I can’t sleep, she figured, I can at least try and make sense of this… Her thoughts trailed off. Nothing she had ever learned had even given her the knowledge to name the nightmares plaguing her subconscious mind.
Sana went to Google. When she went to search something, she had no idea what to type. She stared at the screen, almost mesmerized by the cursor blinking in the search bar. She slowly started to type something.
“fortune telling dreams"
It was the most sane-sounding way she could explain what was happening to her. In less than a second, over two million results popped up. Sana scrolled down the page. All of the webpages seemed to be about dreams in which someone tells the future. In other words, nothing helpful. Sana tried again.
“predicting the future through dreams"
This time, thirty-six million results turned up. The first link was an article in the Huffington Post. Sana let out a small breath of relief. The Post was a reputable source, not the capricious ramblings of some lunatic. She skimmed the article. It was written by someone whose relative had dreamt of their deceased family members in the weeks leading to their own death.
“Perhaps we should pay attention to the messages we receive through our nightly dreams, and not dismiss them as trivial, for they may be a startlingly accurate indicator of what is to come.”
When Sana read this last sentence, she flinched. She had hoped the article would quell her rising concerns about her dream, but it did the opposite. Here was a professional writer published in a legitimate news source, saying that dreams affected life. Sana shut her laptop and sat there, frozen in the dark. She wondered how such an innocent article could have such a profound impact on her. She turned the lights off and slipped back into bed, but sleep never found her. Sana instead laid awake the whole night, a single thought circulating through her mind.
If she went by the reasoning used in the article, Yousef’s life could be in severe danger.
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@smoothyousef found your son on twitter lmao
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Just trying to come up with a good new idea for a karlsana edit
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im saying this in the nicest way possible, but we all know us skam will feature an ex-hijabi sana who ends up w/ a fuckboy, so when they rechristen yousef as karl, i'm blaming u. love u
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Can’t wait to see french karlsana 😘
ok so,,, interesting you say that bc,,,,,,
i found it very strange…. that every single character in french skam is already presented to us like eva, noora, vilde, william etc. and here we have all the characters:
but somehow…. not karl? why doesnt karl have an instagram? things just arent making sense here….
but then i realized something…. you know who else isn’t on there? yousef. what a weird coincidence right? and we all know karl was sana’s true love interest. both yousef and karl aren’t even mentioned. and there hasn’t even been a mention of yousef. its like he doesn’t exist. at. all.
and then,,,,,, to further my investigation…… i rewatched the very first ep of the original skam,,, and who do we see during jonas’ speech?
a very norwegian looking penetrator fuckboy. it’s karl.
and then,,,, i rewatched the very first clip of french skam….. and during yann’s clip,,, who do we see?
another very norwegian looking penetrator fuckboy. if you thought it was william, you’re wrong. it’s karl.
open your eyes people. this is karl. guess who’s going to be imane’s love interest in her season? you’re looking right at him folks.
karlsana. will. rise.
#its real#karlsana on the rise again but this time in french#god bless smoothyousef for bringing her son back to life
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This is so poorly edited that I want I’m crying but I made it in honor of the up and coming french Karlsana 😙😙💞 hope everyone enjoys @smoothyousef @karl-magnusson
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Mileven who?? I don't know her
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@smoothyousef @karl-magnusson
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Karlsana
@smoothyousef @carrottrashsquad
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karl magnusson, the man, the myth, the legend
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