Teenage Angst | By : Lycan_Cub Category: G through L > Law & Order Views: 1059 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Music filled the room as the first chords of the song were strummed out. It increased in sound and speed. The music would have made everyone in the building wake up. The alarm clock screeched loudly and the music stopped. George looked up at the clock. He had woken up early and now it was eight o'clock. He put the guitar on the bed and turned off the alarm. Luckily his father wasn't home. His mother was more lenient and he had already talked to her about going to the mall. He'd never been out with anyone besides his family. It was going to be a new and exciting experience. He picked up the guitar again and began to practice. Elliot scratched his head as he looked in his bathroom mirror. It was eight in the morning. It was too early for him to even be out of bed, especially on Saturday but he needed to get ready. "What am I going to wear?" This was a dilemma because he wanted to look nice for George. His hair was still damp and he was only in his boxers. He ran his hand over his face and felt the light stubble on his chin and then shrugged. There was always tomorrow to shave. Turning to leave the bathroom he picked up the towel off the floor and put it in the hamper. The shirt he wanted to wear had crossed his mind but he wasn't sure if he wanted to wear it. It was appealing to wear it but he didn't want to wear it. Pulling his black jeans out of his drawer, he let his mind wander to George. What would he wear? He pulled on his jeans and sat on his bed. It was going to be an interesting day and it hardly even started. Sigh escaped from his lips as he decided on what shirt he was going to wear. George looked in the mirror as he tugged at his Pink Floyd shirt. All he hoped for was that he looked okay and that Elliot would like it. He shook his head as pushed a few strands of his hair back. Elliot didn't like him like that. They were two different people. Elliot was a jock and he was nerd and Elliot picked on him. Even though Elliot's definition of picking on him was completely different from the normal bullying he knew. It wasn't unpleasant and he enjoyed it sometimes because it was normally a mutual verbal spar. The first time he saw Elliot approach him he thought that he was going to be beat up and put into a locker. The only thing Elliot did was smile at him and called him a geek. That was it but it boggled him and he couldn't stop thinking about Elliot. He sighed wearily as he walked back to his bed and picked up his cell phone. It was now about nine thirty and he was sure Elliot would be somewhat awake. The phone number sat on his nightstand. He picked up the piece of paper and dialed the number on it. All he heard was ringing and it was making him nervous. "Hello." "Hey, it's George." George said nervously. "I've been waiting for you to call. I guess I can pick you up first,” Elliot said. "When?" "I guess around ten. So how are you feeling? Does your nose feel okay?" Elliot asked and George could hear the concern. George couldn't help but grin. "You asked that yesterday and it's still the same answer." By the silence and then a grumble he could tell that Elliot was embarrassed and annoyed. "I know. I'm just making sure," he heard the taller boy huff. "Sure. I'll see you at ten then." "See you soon, George." George closed the phone and fell back on the bed. It looked like today was going to be a good day for him. At least he hoped so.
Elliot smiled at the cell phone and leaned against the headboard of his bed. Today was going to be a good day.
He could feel it and that made him excited. It was a very rare excitement for him. He hoped to get to know George better. Eagerness seemed to flow through him. Elliot looked at his alarm clock and saw that it was now nine twenty. He moved quickly off the bed and grabbed his keys. Rushing out of his room he literally flew down the steps. "I'm going out," he yelled and went out the door. This was going to be interesting, he thought as he hopped into the truck and started it. If he was right, his mother and father should be arguing about him going out which would distract his father from trying to stop him. It was brilliant. This was going to be a good day.George sat on the stairs of his apartment building waiting for Elliot. It was ten after ten. He saw the pickup truck pull up and he got up quickly.
"Hey," Elliot said as he leaned over and opened the door. George smiled at him and Elliot felt his heart skip. "Hi," the shorter boy said as he got into the truck. "Where's everyone else?” He asked. "You're the first person I picked up because you were ready. The rest of them still need some time to get ready,” Elliot said. George nodded and put on his seat belt. Elliot glanced at George and noticed that the bruises on his face where fading away. "I'm fine Elliot," George said when he noticed Elliot staring at him. "Okay," Elliot said as he put the truck in gear and started to drive.Elliot honked the horn as he waited for John and Fin. George looked at him strangely.
"Do they live together or something?" Elliot shook his head and laughed. "They live across the street from each other. John lives over here," he said as he pointed out of his window. "And Fin over there." George looked out his window to the other house. "They normally are always together. They're inseparable, I guess." Both John and Fin came out of John's house and Elliot got out of the truck to let them in. "You two took forever,” Elliot said and he got back in. "I was kicking Munch's ass that's why,” Fin said with a bit of smugness. "I just got the damn video game and you are already beating me at it," John whined. Elliot shook his head as they argued while they got into the truck. "Hi," George said and they both stopped bickering long enough to say hi and then went back to arguing. George looked perplexed and Elliot just smiled. "It's John and Fin. I don't think there is any other way to describe it." George shrugged.Elliot scowled as he honked the horn again.
"Damn it," he said as he they waited. "They're girls," John said and Elliot glared at him. "I know that but still doesn't mean they have to take forever to get out here." George smiled. "Calm down, Elliot." Elliot looked at him ready to give him a glare but he saw the smile and smiled back. "Yeah, maybe I should." They all stared out the window when they saw Olivia and Casey. "About time. Did one of you fall into the sink?" John yelled out of the back of the truck and Fin put his hand over his mouth. "Are you trying to die?" Fin asked. Elliot sighed and got out of the truck as Fin jerked away from John in disgust. "He licked my hand!" George looked at Elliot who shrugged. The girls got into the truck and Elliot was happy that they could finally get to the mall. If he was lucky he could find a way to get George alone. He glanced at George and smiled. "What are we going to do when we get to the mall?" John asked as he ignored Fin's glares. "I don't know. We're just going to hang out I guess. Stop by a couple of stores. Buy stuff. Have some fun."Elliot pulled into the parking lot and turned off the truck.
"Alright everyone out." He got out and pulled back the front seat and George did the same. Everyone started to walk towards the doors of the mall. Elliot and George walked together. "Are you going to get anything?" Elliot asked as he looked at the shorter boy. "I might. I'm not sure yet. How about you?" Elliot nodded. "I need to get something but I'm not sure what it is yet." George gave him a strange look. "I know it's weird." Elliot said with a shrug. Elliot held open the door for him and then followed behind taking the appearance of shorter boy. George was dressed in all black with two chains hanging down the side of his leg. Elliot was guessing one was for his wallet and the other for his keys. The only color he had seen on him was the rainbow on the Pink Floyd shirt which had actually surprised him. It was a pleasant one though. "I didn't know you were into rock music," he said and George smiled at him. "Not many people do. My father doesn't like it and my mother has no problem with it but it can be too loud for her tastes. That's why my room is sound proof." Elliot's eyes widened. "Your room is sound proof?" George nodded. "I would kill to have a sound proof room," Elliot said think about all the things he could do and no one would hear him. He smiled at the taller boy who looked like he was daydreaming about the possibilities. George looked up to see everyone was headed to the bookstore. He touched Elliot's arm and he seemed to snap out of his daydream. "What happened?" Elliot asked a bit startled. "They're going in the bookstore,” George said as he pointed to the store. Elliot laughed."John I'm betting. He's probably looking for another book on government conspiracies." George gave him a strange. "It's what he reads. We just listen to what he has to say. You don't want to hear his rant on JFK's murder,” Elliot explained. Both boys walked into the store. John turned around and smirked at him. "Hell is going to freeze over. Elliot hasn't caught on fire yet from being in a place with books." Elliot glared at him and he heard George chuckle. He glared at George who returned a smirk. "I like to read. I just don't do it all the time," he said as he followed George. He watched George look around."What are you looking for?" George paused as he looked down one of the isles. "The music section. I wonder if they have the book I've been looking for." Elliot nodded. He was interested in why George needed a book from the music section. "So you play an instrument?" The shorter boy nodded as he started to look through books."I play the piano and the electric guitar." "You play the guitar?" Elliot asked surprised. George turned his head to look at Elliot. "Yes. Is there something wrong with that?" Elliot quickly shook his head. "No. It's a nice surprise. I would have never guessed it." George's lips twitched up. "Not many people do. I don't really tell anyone. No one's interested in stuff like that anyway." He could hear Elliot shuffling around behind him. "That's not true, George. I am interested. I don't know much about you." He received a smirk as a response. "I don't know much about you either,” George said. Elliot grinned. "Well let's get to know each other." George looked back at him in surprise and Elliot looked embarrassed at the blatant flirting tone of his voice. "I mean if we know more about each other we might be able to become friends." George nodded and then continued to look through the books. He had to have imagined what had just happened. Elliot would never flirt with him. Or would he? George shook his head. The taller boy was probably just messing with him. That's it. Elliot was just messing with him. Said boy wanted to go bang his head on one of the bookcases. That was so obvious. Elliot sighed and looked around for the rest of the group so he could try to preoccupy himself. "I can't find it," George said interrupting his thoughts. "We probably have to stop by a music store,” Elliot said. George nodded at him. "There's one around the mall somewhere. I can't remember,” Elliot said. George nodded and walked past him. "Where are you going?" Elliot asked. "To find everyone else,” George said and Elliot sighed. Elliot looked up as he heard a familiar shout of 'you bastard.' "There's no need to. I know where they are."Elliot looked amused and somewhat jealous as John and George talked about the book John bought.
George was laughing at some of the things that John said which made Elliot frown. He could never get George to laugh. Chuckle, maybe. Smile, yeah and smirk. But never laugh. George looked back at him and smiled. Elliot smiled back and when George turned his head, he frowned again. "Hey look, Hot Topic." Elliot looked turned his head and looked at the store Olivia was pointing at. One of his favorite stores. It was where he got a lot of his t-shirts from. Everyone walked into the store and Elliot smiled at the dark atmosphere and the Metallica song that filled the small space. He was looking at the wallets when he felt someone tap him. Turning, he saw George standing next to him. "You must feel at home in here," he said as he looked at George's clothes. "The only place I can get what I like," George said as he watched Elliot. Elliot picked up a Dark Side of the Moon wallet and smiled. "Here's my new wallet," he said as he watched George look down at his shirt and laughed. Elliot's smile brightened when he heard the laugh. He made him laugh. "You have good taste,” George said. "I'm going to go pay for this," he said as he walked away and left George to his own devices. He looked around and saw that Olivia and Casey were looking through the eyeliner. "Hey," he said and they both looked at him. "You would look nice with black eyeliner," Olivia said and Elliot looked around nervously. "That's not funny, Liv." "She's serious," Casey said. "Really," Elliot said skeptically. "You seriously would look nice," Olivia said again as he she grabbed three eyeliners. Two blacks and a dark blue. Elliot blanched as both girls turned and stared at him. "Eyeliner is not for me," he said when he saw the look on their faces. This was not a good thing. He was going to have to back away slowly and head to the counter. "Hey George, come here," Olivia said waving him over. Elliot glared at her. "What happened? Oh there's the eyeliner," the shorter boy said and Elliot's eyes widened. "You wear eyeliner?" George looked up and nodded as he picked out three black ones. "I like to wear it. I don't wear it very often to school. Maybe once in a while and if my dad ever caught me with the stuff on," he paused with a frown on his face and then he looked at Olivia. "What did you call me over for?" "Would Elliot look nice with some eyeliner on?" Olivia asked. Elliot's cheeks heated up as George gave him a slow once over and then nodded. "Yes, but not a heavy application of it." Elliot looked at George who had a faint smile on his face. "I'm scared so I'm going over there," he said as he pointed towards the counter. He quickly backed away and all but ran. He could hear the faint laughter behind him. As much as he loved Hot Topic, he was glad that he was out of there. John and Fin were the only two that didn't buy anything out of the store. He looked behind to see that George was still talking to Olivia and Casey. It was going to be hard to figure out what to get George. He could have always found something in Hot Topic that he knew George would like but he wanted to get him something else. When George had told him that he played guitar his mind started to think of things to get him that involved music. He was going to have to wait until they made it to the music store and he still couldn't remember where it was. George looked at Elliot who was in front of him. The taller boy was very interesting. He now knew that they both shared a similar taste in music and Elliot seemed to have an aversion to books and eyeliner. He thought the eyeliner one was hilarious but not at all strange. His mother had caught him wearing eyeliner one night after he had come home from a band rehearsal. She was surprised but didn't tell his father. That made him calm down when he nearly had a breakdown about it. She had promised him and he felt so much better. From that day he was careful about the eyeliner and didn't wear it as much. "You wear eyeliner," John asked and both he and Fin stared at George. George felt Elliot's eyes on him too. He was trying to figure out when did Elliot slow down his pace? "Yeah, I do. Why?" "We were just curious," Fin said. "I want to see what you look like," John said as he smirked when he saw Elliot's glare. "I really don't know if I-" George started to protest. "Please,” John said with a hopeful look. George sighed. "Later. I promise." He looked over at Elliot who was glaring at John. John was smirking at him. He really didn't want to know what was going on.Three stores later and John was complaining.
"I'm hungry," he said and pointed to his stomach. "I might get skinnier if I don't eat something." "Shut up John," they all said with exception of George. "Okay it's about one right now. We should head for the food court and see if we can find a seat," Elliot said as they all moved to the escalator. He stared at George as he listened to John and Fin's argument about what they were going to eat. "Will you two quit it," Olivia said and both boys yelped and Elliot couldn't help but smile. It was always fun when they went out together. George was the new edition and somehow he fit into their strange little group like he had always belonged there. Elliot was happy about that. It meant that George would become a permanent part of the group. At least he hoped that George wanted to be a permanent part of the group. They finally made it off the escalator and they walked around the food court looking for a table. John spotted one and they all hurried for it. They all quickly sat down and Elliot made sure that George was next to him. George smiled at Elliot and then looked at everyone else who was staring at him. He shifted in his seat and blinked. "What?" He asked cautiously. "I still want to see you with the eyeliner on," John said with a smirk and Elliot glared at him again. "Okay," George said as he reached into his bag and pulled out one of the eyeliners. "I'll be back." Everyone watched him head towards the bathroom. Elliot turned and glared at John. "What the hell is wrong with you?" He asked a frown on his face and fury in his eyes. "Nothing's wrong with me, Elliot. I think I can say for everyone here that we are just curious," the older boy said and then winked at him. Elliot's eyes narrowed but he calmed down some. They waited for George to come back. Elliot watched as George walked back to the table. A small noise escaped his mouth as he looked at George's eyes. The eyeliner was heavily applied and accented his eyes and made him notice the flecks of brown that appeared in them. He looked at John who looked at him with a smug look. "You look nice," Olivia said and Casey nodded her head. "That's an interesting look," John said and smirked at Elliot's expression. Elliot nodded and stared at the shorter boy. George sat down and looked at Elliot."Are you okay?" He asked in concern. Elliot nodded his head, slowly."I'm fine." "So what are we going to eat?" John said and Elliot tore his eyes from George's and looked at him. "Someone has to stay here and guard the table. I want pizza though. How about the rest of you?" "Pizza," they said. John and Fin stood and John pulled out his wallet. "Okay. There are six of us. So two large pies." Elliot nodded as he pulled out his torn wallet. "Pepperoni and sausage. On the Pepperoni make sure that half has black olives." Everyone went 'eww' and George smiled. "That's my favorite." Elliot looked at him and smiled."It's so good." John rolled his eyes at Elliot's goofy smile. "Can I get the money please before I throw up," he mumbled. Elliot handed him the money but he was still looking at George. "What do you want to drink?" John asked and then looked over at Fin. "We can't carry all this stuff by ourselves." "We'll come," Olivia said as her and Casey got up. "Orange soda," Elliot said but didn't pay them any mind. "I would like grape, please," George said and he smiled at John. John sighed."The fluffiness is disturbing," he mumbled as the four of them started to walk towards the pizza place. Elliot was still staring at George. "I thought that I was the only person who likes black olives with pepperoni." "I thought I was too. I guess we're both weird." Elliot laughed. "What other peculiar food taste do you have?" "Peculiar? Have you been reading a dictionary?" George teased and Elliot shrugged. "I'm not a total meat head. So?" George thought for a second. "I don't like tomatoes on my sandwiches. I have to take them off if they are on it." "Same thing with me. I don't mind them on anything else but just not my sandwich." George laughed. "I guess we have more in common than I thought." Elliot nodded his head in agreement. "Why do you think John was so interested in seeing me with eyeliner on?" Elliot looked George over again and cleared his throat. "We've never really paid attention to a guy wearing eyeliner before. It's just not something you normally see every day," Elliot said. It was the best he could come up with. "There are guys in school who wear eyeliner," George said. "But have you seen the other things they wear. I'll admit I like some of the stuff they wear but that's pretty extreme stuff for school," Elliot answered. George nodded. "I can understand that." Elliot shifted in his seat and George watched him. He gave Elliot a very thorough look over. He was wearing blue jeans and a tight black t-shirt that said 'I have a nice body so stare at me.' And George couldn't help but do so. He also noticed that some girls also couldn't help doing that either. But never being the jealous type, he didn't have a problem with it. Elliot was on public display and he had to be aware of that and he didn't belong to George. So there was nothing to be jealous about. Elliot on the other hand frowned when he found a group of four girls staring at George. They were walking towards there table and went right up to George. "Hi. We noticed you were wearing eyeliner and we just wanted to know you looked hot." George blushed and Elliot frowned. "Thank you," George said politely. "And your friend is hot too." Elliot gave fake smile. George looked over to Elliot with a look that said 'save me.' "Some guys think that eyeliner is for girls but I think that any guy willing to wear it isn't insecure about themselves." Elliot really felt like screaming that they were both gay (true for George, half true for him). He was about to say something when he felt someone drop into his lap and he looked up to see Olivia. "Hey baby, is there a problem?" Elliot smiled and shook his head and wrapped an arm around her waist. "None what so ever, sweetie." He looked over at George who had an arm around Casey's waist and doing a good job of pretending. The girls glowered at Casey and Olivia and walked away. Olivia got up and Elliot stood and hugged her. "Thank you, Liv. You are a life saver. I thought they were going to eat poor George alive." George glared at him but his cheeks tinted red. "Thank you, Casey," he said. "It was no problem. You boys looked like you needed help,” Casey said. Elliot sat back down and a drink was pushed in front of him. He quickly took a drink and sighed. "You okay, Huang?" Elliot asked seeing the frown on George’s face. George nodded, wearily."That happens sometimes but not often. It isn't easy dealing with it." Elliot nodded, sympathetically. "Are those buffalo wings?" Elliot asked when he looked at the girls again. "And garlic knots," Olivia said. "Are we having a feast?" Elliot said as he grabbed a garlic knot. "We're going to get home late and whatever we don't eat, we save for later." He shrugged. You really couldn't really argue with that logic. He looked up to see John and Fin with the pizza. "You missed when four girls tried to maul me and George,” Elliot said. John started to laugh. "Let me guess, Olivia and Casey scared them away?" Elliot nodded and George's cheeks turned red again.Elliot looked at the directory and then placed his finger on the red store.
"It's this one," he said to George. "So you want to split up?" John asked. "Yeah, I guess. We can all meet back at the Häagen Daz. If we're not there yet wait. Remember what happened last time when you didn't wait,” Elliot said. They all sighed and nodded and George looked confused. "He went around the whole mall looking for us. He finally remembered he had a phone and texted us. We were waiting by the bus stop," John said with a smile. "It wasn't funny," Elliot said as he walked off. George followed after him."That really happened?" Elliot nodded. "I told them to wait but they didn't listen." George smiled and tried to keep up with Elliot's fast pace. They finally reached the music store and George's face lit up as they walked inside. He headed straight for the guitars and Elliot followed after him. He touched the black Fender Stratocaster on display. "Don't you already have one?" George nodded. "My guitar was a specially customized one and I got it for my thirteenth birthday. I've always wanted a Stratocaster though." "A Stratocaster?" Elliot asked. George nodded and Elliot looked clueless. "It's a certain build of guitar for certain companies. Like a Les Paul which is a Gibson. A Les Paul would be different from a Stratocaster which is a Fender." The taller boy nodded his head. "Guitars aren't my thing," he said as he walked over to the drum set. George looked at him and followed. "Drums. You play?" Elliot nodded."I haven't though in a really long time. My dad took them away as a punishment and he put them in the garage. It was a really bad idea. The garage had a leak so everything in the garage rusted or got soaked and molded. Almost everything had to be thrown out including my drum set. I never got a new one." George nodded, knowing the feeling."My father broke my first guitar because I did poorly in a class. He said I was being lazy and that the guitar was a distraction." "That's brutal,” Elliot said. "That's my father," George said and Elliot could detect some malice in his voice. "Aren't we supposed to be looking for a book?" He asked trying to draw them away from the subject. "I almost forgot about that." They went to the book section and George started to look through them. He took out one and looked through it. "I need one these," he said mostly to himself and put it back on the shelf. Elliot took it out and looked at it. It was a music ledger. He looked through it while George looked for his book. The taller boy placed the book back on the shelf and went to look for another music ledger. "I found it, Elliot,” George said. Elliot looked up. "I'll meet you at the counter. I just wanted to look through some of these books. They look interesting." George nodded and went to pay for the book. Elliot went back to search for the right book. His eyes caught a big black book. He pulled it out and looked at the front cover. It had a sinister looking treble clef. He flipped through it to make sure none of the pages were written one or ripped. "Happy Birthday, George," he mumbled to himself. "Hey, Elliot I'm done,” George said as he walked back to Elliot. Elliot looked at George. "You can go to Häagen Daz, now if you want. I'll be couple of seconds. I wanted to get a set of drum sticks." "Are you sure? I can wait." Elliot shook his head. "It's okay." George nodded and walked towards the exit. Elliot watched him leave and he went back to the percussion section. He looked through the drum sticks and found a black pair that looked like matches. Now he needed to pay for the book and the sticks and get to Häagen Daz. He had accomplished what he came to do. Elliot walked over to the table where the rest of the gang was sitting. "So where are the drum sticks?" George asked. Elliot pulled them out of the bag and handed them to George. "These are cool." Elliot nodded and sat down next to George. George gave them back and handed Elliot a cup. "It's Rocky Road." Elliot smiled in appreciation. "One of my favorites." "Mine too. What's your other favorite?" George asked. "Cookies and Crème." "Vanilla Bean." Elliot smiled at him again and George smiled back. "So are we still going to the park?" Olivia asked. Elliot nodded.The sun was setting and they didn't have to be home yet. Elliot pulled into the small parking lot and got out of the truck.
They all started to walk and a cool breeze went passed by and Elliot took a deep breath of the fresh air. He heard a noise and looked over at George, who was shivering. "You forgot to bring a jacket?" Elliot asked. George nodded."It slipped my mind this morning." Elliot went back to the truck and pulled the driver's seat forward. He dug around in a bag that was pushed under the seat. He found what he was looking for and ran back to George."This should keep you warm." George took the jacket he was offered. It was a leather jacket with various buckles and zippers. George slipped it on and Elliot smiled. "I remember this jacket. You used to wear it almost every day freshman year," George said. "Yeah. I liked it because I looked mean in it. It's still my favorite jacket but it's too small for me now. I kind of wish I didn't have that growth spurt." George laughed and they both started to walk towards the lake where the others were. John and Fin were skipping rocks and Olivia and Casey were sitting on a bench watching them. George and Elliot sat together on a separate bench from the girls. "Did you have fun?" Elliot asked George and he nodded. "I've never really went out with other people if they weren't my family or the people in my building. I really liked today. When can we do it again?" "Soon but not too soon. I'm still on punishment." George looked guilty and Elliot nudged him. "That isn't your fault. That bastard had no right putting his hands on you," he said angrily. George didn't say anything else and they sat there in silence watching Fin threaten to throw John into the lake.Elliot pulled up to George's apartment. "Here is your stop," he said as he looked at George.
"Thank you, for inviting me today." George said giving him a smile. "No problem,” Elliot said smiling too. George started to take off the jacket but Elliot stopped him. "Keep it. I can't fit it and there is no way I'm giving it to any of my brothers. At least I know it will be in good hands." George shook his head."I couldn't keep this," he said. "It's fine. It fits you perfectly. All it will do is stay here rotting in the truck. Take it. I know you'll use it. You look good in it." George smiled and blushed. "Thank you," he said as he got out of the truck. "Bye," Elliot said as he watched George go into his building. A goofy smile was plastered on his face. He considered this the best day he's ever had. George leaned against the elevator wall and he inhaled the leathery smell of the jacket and Elliot's odor that seemed to be ingrained into the jacket. This was the best day he'd ever had.While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. The AFF system includes a rigorous and complex abuse control system in order to prevent improper use of the AFF service, and we hope that its deployment indicates a good-faith effort to eliminate any illegal material on the site in a fair and unbiased manner. This abuse control system is run in accordance with the strict guidelines specified above.
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