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good afternoon, day five of the strike for palestine! here are some action items for you to help palestinians

donate to the Palestinian Children's Relief Fund, the fund goal is 80% raised as of today

2. donations for the Pious Project, to help get menstrual products into Gaza. you can donate $5, $20, or bigger amounts depending on ability

3. download the Nomad app -> Menu -> Shop Plans -> Data -> Select "Middle East" (or if there is no option for that, choose "Global") -> enter data amount and pay (plans range from $4-$60, >20GB plans preferred!) -> do not activate eSIM! screenshot the QR code in the confirmation email -> email [email protected] with the subject title "[CARRIER] eSIM" and attach the QR code screenshot

4. download the Holafly app -> search for "Israel" in the search bar -> select data package -> Checkout -> Pay -> do not activate eSIM. wait for confirmation email -> email [email protected] with the subject title "[CARRIER] eSIM" and attach the QR code screenshot

Infographics souce for 3 and 4

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Zionism 101

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BRIANNE HOWEY as GEORGIA MILLER in GINNY AND GEORGIA (2x06)

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prompt #26

person a: “i love you!”

person b: “oh really? well, if you do, you sure as hell knows that i'm a busy person and too occupied to care about whatever childish nonsense this is. am i right?”

person a: “but i—”

person b: “we're not in a romcom movie, honey. i don't care how deep those feelings are, i don't care at all.”

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unrequited love prompts

1.) “i can't stop thinking about them.”

2.) “do you think they'll love me back?”

3.) “it's just a silly feeling, i'm pretty sure it'll go away.”

4.) “i love you!” // “don't ever say that again.”

5.) “i can't. i can't. i just can't anymore, i need to get it out my chest— i-i need to tell them! i need to- i need to tell them how i feel. it's too heavy.”

6.) “are you guys... uhm... together? like, officially?���

7.) “i can't stop falling inlove with someone who's too busy falling for someone else.”

8.) “i can't describe what kind of pain or feeling this is. it's like, i'm buried alive, 60 feet down, and i can't breathe.”

9.) “i want you! i love you! i-i always have.” // “well, i don't. you've done enough, maybe even too much this year, aren't you fucking tired?”

10.) “if there was some kind of pill to this kind of pain i'd overdose.”

11.) “i want them. but how could i possibly have them? they're so happy with someone else. they're perfect for each other— they're meant to be together.”

12.) “when i could finally get over this, i promise you, i won't be a menace anymore.”

13.) “please give me a chance. please. let me love you.” // “no. no. no. i-i can't. i-i love someone else, and i have no room for someone like you.”

14.) “i just wanna rip my heart out of my chest. i bet it hurts less.”

15.) “i love their smile so much. and that eyes, have i ever mentioned how that's simply the prettiest eyes there is? and oh, that cute spark on it when they're excited about something and it's like a little star that twinkles. fuck, i'm in deep, aren't i?”

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tough journalist prompts

1.) “i'll do anything for a story.”

2.) “you're breaking up with me? just because i'm emotionally unavailable sometimes?!”

3.) “we're journalists, sweetie, we're not meant to be loved.”

4.) “you know, people like you must've had it rough. seeing as how you're so... i don't know, tough and too-much-of-an-ass sometimes.” // “oh?”

5.) “i don't need you! i never needed you! fuck off!”

6.) “i love you, i can't stop it, i can't stop falling for you.” // “what?! no! i have more important stuff to deal with! i need to get this story done, i need to follow up my magazine's plans for next month, a-a-and i have a meeting at 5. you can't do this to me!”

7.) “maybe i was too hard on them. maybe i can't distinguish my journalist self and my real self, or maybe my journalist self has taken over and it's become my real self now. i don't know. maybe.”

8.) “i may come off as tough and mean sometimes but that's what i do for a living. get used to it.”

9.) “please don't ever leave me. please.”

10.) “i'm not tough! i never was! i act like i am but damnit, i need someone, too! i'm not fucking heartless, i get my feelings hurt. it's not fair!”

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JEALOUSY PROMPTS

1.) “who was that?” // “what are you talking about?”

2.) “they were checking you out.”

3.) “can you please get your hands off them?” // “you guys are not dating though?”

4.) “i act like i'm jealous because i am!”

5.) “it's selfish of me to ask you to stop flirting with other people— because i broke up with you— but it physically hurts to see you do it infront of me.”

6.) “it's mandatory to keep your hands off coworkers, so you two should break up.” // “its not mandatory, i've read our policies and stuff.” // “news flash, it's a new policy.”

7.) “i can't be jealous. why am i jealous? i was the one who called it quits.”

8.) “you look amazing together... i-i hope the best for you two.”

9.) “stop staring at them, will you? they're gonna melt.” // “i can't help it. they're so pretty!” // “sure. whatever.”

10.) “i'm jealous because i love you!”

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Out Loud | Chloe Decker

She was a good detective. Is. The pride of the office, the officer praised here and there. Your partner. Your bestfriend. Detective Chloe Decker. It wasn't because of her smart, genius mind that attracted you to her, no. Well, sometimes, anyway. But it could've been alot of reasons, loving Chloe Decker. And you would've loved any other reasons— to make this easier, to make the feelings disappear sooner. Because whatever the attraction was, it was unprofessional— Chloe never did unprofessional. And you fear if you couldn't hold it any longer, she'd run away from you.

You can't bear that.

But you loved Chloe either way. You loved her eyes, her kindness, that bright and knowing smile that goes with her eyes, you loved the way her lips part when she's about to say something defensive— you loved her. You loved her the most when she knocks at your door and asks how you're doing. You loved the late night talks and laughs about freshmen days which was rare, because she never spent so much time in highschool, she got unending stories about it anyway. You loved the way she listens. You loved her. You loved Chloe Decker. And as she passes by your desk, to the man she likes, you reminded yourself that it was wrong. Wrong because you were supposed to be happy for her.

A knock on your desk drifted your thoughts away, Dan. “How are we doing?” he asked, if he'd caught you staring enviously at Chloe and Lucifer, he hadn't mind.

“How are we doing?” You repeated stupidly, still hungover from yesterday. Which by the way was Chloe's fault, you just wouldn't admit it to yourself.

Dan shrugs, “Yeah? I sent you files to look at, remember?”

Oh.

You shake your head as though it would help you focus on the present and tried to remember where you had placed the papers. You checked your drawers, trying hard to block out Chloe and Lucifer's voices. You busied your hand flipping through dozens of papers, vividly remembering the file's name.

Jonathan Flinn's. Ahh. Case closed for 2 months, there wasn't much evidence of the murder, but the majority linked to him, and eventually the court pronounced him guilty. There had been questions left unsolved, and if Espinoza wasn't up to anything, it would've been left at that.

You sighed, “Have you talked to Chloe about this?”

“Yeah,” He looked past your shoulder to where Chloe was, then back to you. “she thinks it's a bad idea.”

Of course she did. You did, too. That was a thing between you two, something about your guts always telling you the same what's what. That's why you were partnered with her, and you would've loved to continue being one (although truth be told, you still were in papers anyway) but she'd found a consultant, a batshit crazy one at that. Lucifer Morningstar. Always telling himself he's the devil, going on and about his everyday life like anyone gives a damn, and always making everything about himself. If he wasn't charming, and a ‘friend’ of Chloe's, you would've hated him. Most times you did. But times when Chloe was down, he was always the first to cheer her up. You used to be the one doing that, until he came.

“You should listen to her, Dan.”

“Oh c'mon! I would've agreed with Chloe and wouldn't have come to you if it weren't so important. His mother is my god—”

“—mother. Yes, yes, I know that, Dan. I know you think this is a good idea to pay her back, too. But it's not, trust me. Trust Chloe.” You exhaled, feeling the weight of her stare on your back. “It could go worst anyway, what when we can't find any evidence or if we do, worst case scenario is it'll only lead to him. Again. We'll just worsen his situation.”

Dan sighed, massaging his jaw with exasperation because he knew you were right. And also because as much as he pretends not to care too much, he does. You loved that about him.

As you heard footsteps behind, you handed back the files to Dan who hid it behind his back, masking his irritation with a smile to Chloe.

You ignored her, lingering your eyes on the missing button of Dan's shirt.

“Ella found some prints, we haven't identified it yet but it's likely our lead.” Chloe started just behind you, and you knew Lucifer was beside her as much as you hated it. “In the meantime, Dan? I'd like to discuss to you about the Flinn case, Lucifer and I went back to the crime scene yesterday. We found nothing.”

Dan frowned. “I thought you said it was a bad idea.”

“I know, I know. I... ugh... well I went over it again, anyway.”

A small smile creeped on his face, and you were almost sure his eyes were watering when Lucifer jumped on the conversation about his father, bla bla bla. You couldn't care less. Chloe did, and that should be enough for Lucifer. She'd always been enough for you. You bit your lips, wishing you could busy your hands with something. Anything. But your desk was on your back, and oh, Chloe, too.

It felt immature and all, but you were hurting just knowing they were together, seeing them would break you.

“I'll check in on with Ella.” Chloe announced, “(Y/N)?”

“Are you having a stroke Miss (L/N)? Staying still like a trained robot, you're scarying me— and believe when I say I rarely get scared.” Lucifer added.

Oh you believe alright. And robots are trained?! Trying to hide your feelings with a forced smile, you turned around, making sure you weren't going to make an eye contact with a certain detective, and immediately grabbed a random paper and pen you can hold— scribbling anything. Anything at all.

“I'm alright.” You answered after a beat or two, still unbothered to look. Who would want to, honestly.

Chloe cleared her throat, whispered something to Lucifer, and then bid goodbye. It was then when you looked at them walking away. Lucifer's hand on her back, Chloe looking small beside him— your chest aching the same, if not, more.

You're definitely not gonna look again.

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You had a week off work, and you'd almost fell to your knees thanking God when the lieutenant told you. You needed it more than you needed Chloe, which proves just how important it was— Chloe had been. Still is, by the way.

It was 8 am, by now Chloe would be at her desk, examining or making reports, or on a crime scene with Ella and, Lucifer. You snapped out of your mind, reminding yourself you'd needed the vacation because work and particularly Chloe had been stressing you out and very much so hurting you.

You'd hit the beach, go to the mountains for the view,— you didn't wanna hike though, you needed rest not making sweats— visit your sister and niece, and then finally bake while blasting Taylor Swift because admit it or not, you're much broken than your grandmother's vase.

When the water was hot enough, you took a bath and dressed. A peach-colored tank top that comes along with a brown mini skirt and a coat was your outfit for the day. Only, the coat reminded you too much of Chloe's. She liked coats. And that coat, back then warning you that she'd steal it eventually. So you changed with other coats, just didn't fit well with the shirt and skirt, so you gave in and left your hair untouched and untied. Grabbing your pouch and your gun— a licensed one, just in case. And opened your door. You would've preferred the bright sky and fresh air of the morning in LA. But Chloe Decker was standing there, fist on air as if she'd been ready to knock.

You froze.

Were you having a stroke? Most likely.

“(Y/N).”

“Chloe.”

Wasn't she supposed to be at work? You didn't mind either way, but it surprised you still, she hadn't been visiting much since... Lucifer. Everything's just been different since he arrived, not in a good way for you.

You stepped aside, not saying anything since you figured out a human wouldn't understand any word that comes out of your mouth. She went in, instead of sitting on your couch like the old days, she lingered on the living room, standing and looking at you.

Most times you hadn't mind.

She started, “How are you?”

“I'm good.”

“No, (Y/N). How are you?”

You didn't know what to say. Or why she'd ask a question as that. “I'm not—”

“Do you like me?”

What.

Your face must've given the shock, because she answered your unasked question. “Dan said some things. I'm-I'm not— you're not transferring, are you?”

Oh you're definitely gonna choke the life out of Dan. But knowing him, he wouldn't have spit it out too easily. He was probably drunk and didn't mean it. Still, you wished you said it to Chloe yourself. About the liking and transferring.

You remained silent, reading the expression on Chloe's face. Was she sad? Upset? After years of knowing her, you would've known right away. But now you couldn't. And you fear you might've forgotten the every detail of her face, too.

“(Y/N)...” Her voice gave out, carrying every sadness within. “Why didn't you tell me?”

“About what?” You answered stupidly in a whisper, fearing that if you came into your senses everything would feel too real.

“About everything! About— about your feelings for me. About Seatte. About why you've been so far from me!”

“You have been far from me, Chloe.”

She frowns, and you knew millions and billions and gazillions of questions where popping in her mind.

Tears in your eyes were forming, and you hated it, all of this. She wasn't supposed to know at all. She wasn't supposed to know you had immature feelings for her. Wasn't supposed to know you were transferring atleast 'till next month. But Chloe wasn't dumb, and you should've known that.

Chloe swallowed the lump in her throat, her breathing heavy. “We could've talked about it.”

“We haven't talked much at all these days because of—” you cut yourself off, rolling your eyes at how sick it feels. You hated yourself for it, but you continued anyway. “Because of Lucifer.”

She exhaled. “Lucifer and I are complicated.”

“I know that, Chloe.” You said firmly, meeting her gaze pitying you. Of course she pities you. “I also know you like him so much. I know you've been crying when he fake married that Candy. I know you've been sick worrying when he can't answer your texts or calls. I know you've gone lengths trying to understand him. I know. I know so much so that I didn't wanna be so selfish and tell you things you didn't wanna hear because it'll make your complicated relationship with Lucifer even more complicated. I fucking know. And I loved you too much.”

Chloe's tears were beginning to fall, one by one, slowly. And it hurts you to see her like this. Especially because you know you caused it.

“It was never my intention to push you away. You're my friend— can't we just stay like this?” She asked in a soft, breaking voice. And if it wasn't Chloe you would've said yes because people are easy to move on from. But it was indeed Chloe and she was... not like anyone you know. She was a missing piece of your puzzle. Only, you have never been a piece of hers.

“I love you, Chloe.”

It was weird, saying it out loud, to her. You never thought you could, knowing you were a coward than every cowards combined.

You did though, and that must've pulled something. Because Chloe approached you, side hugged, and then left.

So much for a vacation.

You spent the night crying.

Chloe Decker spent hers with the man she loved. And you were never that man.

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𝐿𝑜𝓇𝓇𝒶𝒾𝓃𝑒 𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓇𝑒𝓃 | 𝒾𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒶 𝒷𝒶𝒹 𝒾𝒹𝑒𝒶 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊

well. not what I was planning for my first lorraine story. but this works. sorry that it's badly done, this was yet another impulsive creation.

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warnings: religion typical homophobia

word count: 976 (v short, unfortunately)

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“No, that’s not how it works!” You never knew Lorraine could raise her voice, but apparently she was proving you wrong today. “Oh please!” you shout right back, not taking any shit. “Just because your book says that it’s wrong doesn’t mean that you can just call me a sinner and be done! That isn’t fair!” Both of you were breathing heavier as Lorraine paced the small confines of the room, before staring you dead in the eye and exclaiming “Fair?! What’s not fair, y/n, is that you--you expect me to just be okay with you being something that I’ve been taught to hate my entire life! That is not fair.” You shook your head. This tension had been building for days now, ever since you accidentally let it slip that you like women and not men, in a...less than innocent way.

Lorraine had done well at first, taking it in stride, but soon enough it seemed like she just couldn’t take it or couldn’t understand and everything came rushing out. You wanted to forgive her, and you wanted to teach her that just because her religion said that it’s wrong to be gay doesn’t mean that it was true. But nothing you said worked and eventually it led to this; a shouting match in her living room. The two of you spit venomous words back and forth from across the room, not daring to get close enough to risk anything physical. That was up about until ten minutes ago when you had forgone that idea and marched right up to the woman to try and shake some sense into her. “You sound crazy, Lorraine! I get it, but you’re not even trying!” “Yes I am, I just don’t—“ “Don’t what? Don’t want to believe it? To believe that the same girl you took to church for years turned out to be gay? Well start believing it babes!”

The spiteful pet name came as a surprise to the woman and she stumbled back a few steps, barely missing her coffee table and instead running into the couch arm, essentially cornering her. She didn’t seem to notice that fact as you advanced on her, voice lowering to a hiss as you spoke. “This isn’t something that happened overnight, and it’s not something I can get rid of. Got it? So accept it and move on, or know that I will leave and not come back, should you choose to call me that one more time.” You were feet away by now, but Lorraine said nothing this time. Still her shoulders squared and her chin held high, even as you could see the smallest signs of distress floating about in her gaze. You stood there for a moment longer, neither of you speaking or moving.

You looked over her entire face, and tried to push down your own heart. You knew that it would be harder than anything to walk away from the woman that you’d loved for longer than you could remember. Nothing seemed worse, but you also knew you couldn’t be around someone who was blatantly homophobic towards you, no matter how much it was hurting you to imagine leaving. “Please Lorraine," you whispered into the silence, eyes once again locking with hers as you took a step forward without thinking. Though it seemed that Lorraine was done as she shook her head and turned away. But you couldn’t let her leave. You couldn’t just let her...walk away, without a word. That wasn’t how this worked. So as the woman headed towards the door, ready to leave this argument, leave you behind, your hands balled into fists. No, that’s not what would happen today.

And nothing stopped you from lunging forward, catching her sleeve in your hand, and yanking her back. Lorraine yelped and tripped over her feet at the sudden force, but went silent when she found herself face-to-face, quite literally, with you, and a second later the wall. You had her body pinned before she could even gasp, and were flush against her front with your eyes boring into hers. “No, I don’t think so. You don’t get to just walk away like that, not this time.” Subconsciously, Lorraine’s hands drifted up and fisted in the collar of your dress, holding it tightly in shaking hands. She could feel your chest rising and falling unevenly under her touch as you breathed heavily, and a searing blush lit up her neck as she finally registered where her hands were placed. But none of it compared to the look in your eyes. You were angry, rightfully so, and she could tell. She knew you had a right to be, after what she had said to you, but the woman couldn’t tell if she liked this new side of you or hated it. She hated that she definitely liked it.

“Please.”

Lorraine didn’t even register she’s said anything until five seconds later when your lips were on hers and she was moaning into your mouth. Suddenly everything that mattered was here, and Lorraine couldn't process what was happening nearly fast enough. Her lips slid against yours in a rushed dance of ecstasy, eyes screwed shut and fists gripping your clothing. You moved with reckless abandon, unable to get enough of her, and when you pulled away she brought you right back with a muffled "Mmph--no-" Neither of you would stop, all of the buildup coming crashing down in this moment and leaving you both panting, wanting messes. Were it not for your support Lorraine would have collapsed against the wall, but you held her steady in your arms as you slowly made her forget her name. And you would hold her, even when it hurt, because if you could get through demons then there was no way in hell this was going to take you from her.

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25 WAYS TO SAY I'M JEALOUS

1. "You guys seeing each other?"

2. "They were holding your waist as if they own you!"

3. "I'll leave you two alone, you seem to do well without me."

4. "Do you like them?"

5. "You look great together."

6. "If you like them, just say it."

7. "I don't care who you were with."

8. "I'm here for business, not so you could talk about what happened with your date yesterday."

9. "Are you happy with them?"

10. "I make pancakes better than they do."

11. "I own you."

12. "You shouldn't let anyone touch you like that, it's weird."

13. "I thought we were going alone?"

14. "You guys official?"

15. "I don't wanna be with you yet, atleast not when you reek of them."

16. "We were supposed to go out today, remember?"

17. "They gave you a present?"

18. "Will you please shut your partner up? Annoying."

19. "I don't like it when they're with you!"

20. "You looked so close."

21. "Do you like them better than me?"

22. "Oh please, why would you invite them?"

23. "You like them that much?"

24. "Hey! It's been five minutes, will you two just get over it already?"

25. "I'm jealous, alright."

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BREAK-UP PROMPT LIST

1. "You keep hurting me, and that's— that's bullshit. You shouldn't do that to me, you should be loving me, taking care of me! All of the sorts! But... you can't, and you never will. So it's over."

2. "You think I'm the problem? Who the fuck's been going home late, lying to me about where they've spent their nights from?! You know what? I need some space, don't follow me."

3. "Even if this— us, is done, I just want you to know that I will never stop loving you, [name]."

4. "Please, don't do this. You yourself said we were not like the other couples; what we have is special and far beyond anything. So please, don't leave me."

5. "I want to fight for you. I want to fight for us." // "Fight for what, exactly? There is no 'us', what we have is a clusterfuck and beyond fixations. Get out, I don't need you."

6. "I've thought about it. All night. And I think we both should take a break."

7. "I long for that sweet, special moment we've had back in the days. I thought I could still find it, could still feel that same rush I felt back then. But turns out, things just never happen the same way twice."

8. "I'm breaking up with you." // "I beg your pardon?"

9. "I loved you. And I don't think I could ever forget you. Had things never gone south, I'd— I would've grown old with you. I'm so sorry, but I can't do this anymore."

10. "We were a perfect match. You were my light, and I was darkness. You were the knight in black and I was the damsel in distress. Whatever I was, you were the opposite. A perfect match, but just like it, we ran out of fire."

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prompt #25

person a: "EUDHSHGHGJGJG"

person b: "can you stop screaming?"

person a: "only if you let me go."

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ANGST LIST PT 6

1. "After all you've done, you still really think I'm proud of you?"

2. Person A helps Person B overcome their trauma but like always, they were too late to stop Person B when they couldn't take it anymore.

3. "You came back after all these years and assumed I'm still head over heels for you? Fuck off."

4. "I left because you never acted like you care."

5. "They're gone because of you."

6. "Maybe if you tried harder, none of this would've happened."

7. "Sometimes you forget I'm not a toy tossed here and there and it shows."

8. "I'm done with everything! With you, with them, with all these fucking bullshit you call work! I'm fucking done!"

9. "Why didn't you stop the wedding?" // "They seemed happier."

10. "You looked up to me, and I wanted to keep it that way so I had to do what I needed to." // "You didn't need to pretend you love me!"

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prompt #24

person a: "i loved you for the past 5 years and when i finally got over it, you're coming back?! fuck you!"

person b: "person a... please, give me a chance."

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prompt #23

person a: "stop looking at me like that."

person b: "like what?"

person a: "like you care so much for me. because we both know you don't."

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Imagine Your OTP #62

Imagine your OTP’s house gets broken into whilst B is at home and A is on nightshift at their place of employment. B, as they’re crammed under the bed and on the phone to the 911 dispatcher, send multiple messages to A telling them what’s going on and that they love them. Unfortunately, A doesn’t see them until half an hour later, having not been able to look at their phone until their break. Before they can even get through all the messages, they’ve left without a second thought, panic practically suffocating them as they run every red light in an effort to get home. However, once they finally arrive and get out to talk to the nearest police officer for information, they are informed that B didn’t survive.

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prompt #22

person a: "you know that feeling, when you look at someone and you just know they're the one? i feel the same way for you, person b."

person b: "really?"

person a: "no... perhaps someday. i just really want you to take over my night shift."

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