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Wincing, Tien nodded in understanding when Neoma seemed more than a little startled by the temperature and general idea of hot yoga and looked through the large wall of glass towards the space heater that sat on the tiny stage where she usually instructed from. In bright red letters it read 95 degrees and she knew from the natural humidity of this place that it wasn't the most comfortable heat to spend time in. The wince on her face turned into an uncertain smile when the brother explained that he could handle it and she admired his courage, but it was a lot for anyone that wasn't used to it. Typically people that signed up for her introductory to hot yoga came a little prepared but these two....not even close. "So I don't usually recommend hot yoga to beginners. Getting used to some of the poses can be difficult without the hindrance of sweaty mats getting in the way," Clearing her throat, she looked at Neoma with kind and understanding eyes and shook her head, "I won't force you to do that if you don't want to. Every other room is booked for the rest of the day though....I mean we could go to the roof. I've done night yoga up there a few times it's just not as nice or maintained as the rest of the facility."

" I'm still shocked you chose yoga, of all things."

" Hey-men can practice yoga, it's very manly to be in tune with your body. I'm shocked that you're still so shocked about my decision." Haemon opened the door to the building where the yoga class they were attending was being held, nodding toward the inside when his sister hesitated.

Neoma huffed through her nostrils and strolled-rather awkwardly-into the building. " That's not what I meant, Haemon. You know that, you idiot." She watched him look around until he picked a hallway to walk down, looking for the correct room. " You know I mean that you usually prefer to participate in extreme activities-not slow things that require patience. And what you said was stupid."

" This isn't about my decision on what new hobby I wanted to pick up, is it? You're pissed that I dragged you along, aren't you?" The elemental smiled to himself when he heard his sister make a noise of disgust behind him. " It's funny, actually, I thought you'd be more concerned with your health as you are with everything else-yet you've managed to get a decent night's sleep two days this week. Perhaps yoga will calm your nerves, help keep your mind from racing so much at night so you function better-but that's just my opinion." Haemon stopped without warning Neoma, causing her to bump into him.

He opened the door again, this time shoving Neoma inside the room before entering. " Excuse me-" Haemon spoke up, hoping that the other woman he was looking at was the instructor, "-are you Miss Tien?"

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#Tien x Haemon;; #Tien x Neoma;; #brimfire-and-hellstone

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"Oh, lamb, what could you possibly do to upset me? You've been such a good, loyal little girl for me, aye?" Syrian rumbled, his words spoken from deep within his chest before they rolled past his tongue in subtle lilt. He was cupping her chin, holding her back straight and high as he looked down at her with awe sparkling in his gaze. "Magnificent..." Letting go, Syrian walked back with his arms crossed until he was a couple of feet in front of her. He watched her, studying the way she held herself not that he had let go and how she reacted to simple praise. This kind of play was an important step towards what he wanted from Kara; what he expected of her in the long run. It was pivotal that he not mess this up or frighten the young woman away by coming off too eager.

"Did you do something that might upset me, Kara? I can't help but wonder why else you would ask that."

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Kara looked up at him, wonder why he'd told her to kneel down. She was nervous but part of her was excited at the same time. She looked up at him with a reverant look, only love in her eyes. "Did I upset you in some way Syrian."

#syrian x kara;; #amarvelousmencgerie

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"You've never had curly fries before?" Stiles asked, balking in surprise at the young blonde's admission. "My guy, you're missing out big time." What kind of life did baby Raven live? Bruises from his dad, a birthday party he didn't even want to be at and now no curly fries? So far Stiles was not impressed. Not at all and if he had the time or the assurance that he wouldn't be fucking up the future he'd be doing everything in his power to fix it. Like, first, his dad needed a taste of his own medicine and he would absolutely be sending the FBI or the CIA or some manner of alphabet government to try and get some heat on the guy. Then he'd take Raven- Duncan- out to get some deliciously greasy food and show him that not everyone in this city was garbage. Fuck. He really needed to get home. "Soooo, where we going? You aren't, like, gonna pull another gun out on me or anything are you? Cause, dude, that was seriously uncool. I was just having a good time, getting drunk and then bam! Hot guy with a gun. My dick is confused and my night is ruined and you haven't even said you were sorry yet! I helped you out of that smelly club! Did you hear what they were playing? I wouldn't force my greatest enemies to sit through Nickleback at a club."

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For an 18th birthday, it was going so...not fun.

The blond haired blue-eyed young man hadn't quite grown into his size yet, wouldn't for at least another five years, but that didn't matter. He was the only son of the leader of the O'Donnell Family. He got everything he wanted.

Men. Women. Drink or drugs.

Everything.

Except that one was new.

Long limbs, pail skin, and gorgeous brown eyes, and the could look at forever.

He instantly went over to the new man and ordered him a drink.

"You're new here. I'm Duncan."

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#Stiles x Raven;; #Stiles x Duncan;; #eyes-blazing

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Kate paused in her attempts to get away from him to look at him with complete and utter shock written all over her face. Wait. Was Bucky actually trying to get her naked? This wasn't a playful, funny game between co-workers that would end before anything got too serious? Cyborg Grandpa really wanted to see her naked? That didn't- no way, that made no sense! "Bucky what the fu-" Gasping in shock, she found herself suddenly in his hold being slammed onto the ground with her head bouncing off the mat. Her fingers were digging roughly into his shoulder, or at least one of them, as she gaped up at in him in utter disbelief. Obviously she lost, whatever, that didn't matter right now. "Are you trying to get me naked, Barnes?"

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This was a joke, right? It had to be. He was just hazing her because she was the new girl on the team. Right? Just pulling her leg...playful banter among...teammates? Besides, why would Bucky actually be interested in anything she had to offer? A college girl that was still shedding her baby fat and loaded with baggage the size of Brooklyn? Great, just what a man like him dreams of. Hah. No, it was just a joke and she was only going along with it because, duh, who wouldn't want to have first hand sparring training with The Bucky Barnes?

And she was doing a damn good job at it, too. So far she had only lost her shoes and one sock, but she had pinned Bucky moments ago and now he was taking his shoe or something off as well while she took a moment to grab a drink. While she was proud of herself for the accomplishment and patting herself on the back for it, she was also freaking out and trying to understand how she had even managed the seemingly impossible task.

"Y'know, maybe I should try this whole 'one sock' thing from now on. Could be my good luck thing like h-oh my god you took off your shirt?"

#Kate x Bucky;; #patrickoharaandco

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Nessy opened her mouth and nodded her head in a silent 'oh' of understanding as he explained that her uncle most definitely didn't need help sleeping. It made her wonder what this man did for a living and just how long he was gone for. By his build and the way he talked she was pretty sure it was military, but she knew it could be so many other things as well. Something a little less...public, perhaps. Whatever it was, it wasn't her business, but her quick and instant crush on the charming father had her itching to know. "Well good for them!" The nymph beamed, her heart happy at the thought of the young couple basking in each others loving, sexual glow. "Being able to keep a relationship that healthy with long pauses of absence can be tricky but it sounds like that isn't a problem." God, she needed to get laid. It had been way too long and the tall drink of water in front of her was starting to look more and more like a tree that needed to be climbed.

Open||Ben!rp

“Listen. I appreciate that this is a… “house of art” but I just want a black coffee. My daughter wants the vanilla and lavender milkshake.”

#Nessy x Hawk;; #Inessa x Ben;; #eyes blazing

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"30's y- you know what, you're right. Let's give Old Kite a break," She laughed, her smiling faultering just a little when Ben pushed her hand away. Nessy did as he asked and handed him his phone after wiping most of the blood away with the alcohol wipe in her hand and went back into the bathroom to give him some privacy. "I'm gonna hop in the shower, knock if you need me okay?" She called out softly, closing the door until there was a little less than an inch left open. There was no point cleaning the bathroom tonight, it was going to take hours to get it back to her standards and blood was easier to clean dry, but she still wiped her tub down on the inside as she stepped into to wash herself off from all the blood.

[ ALONE ]  for sender to show up on receiver’s doorstep covered in blood. (hawk/nessy)

There was a loud, thunderous knocking at Inessa's front door and she was pretty sure she was going to punch whoever it was on the other side.It was, like, three in morning what the fuck?! She was in a deep sleep on her couch after having been too tired to walk to her room that was, literally, like twenty steps away, and having dreams about a cute, muscular, blonde guy from Chicago and his kid. It was sweet and happy and a whole lot different from her normally dirty dreams and she was enjoying it! Now it was gone! "This had better be something really f-" Swinging open the door, Nessy's face changed quickly from anger to pure delight and surprise," Oh! Ben! Hey! What are you doi-....."

Just as quickly as the smile appeared, it faded as worry and panic over took her, "Please tell me that's not yours..."

#eyes blazing #Inessa x Ben;; #Nessy x Hawk;;

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Syrian hummed in agreement as he watched her reaction to the curtains being moved. He had one of the most expensive views of the city and payed good money to keep it that way. The way the night sky looked from any place in his penthouse was jaw dropping and when they were particularly spectacular he liked to go out on his balcony for a cigar and some scotch. There was a hot tub out there as well as a small pool that he rarely indulged in, but maybe with Kara around they might see more use.

"Of course I'm sure, I wouldn't have offered if I wasn't," Syrian reminded her, his hand reaching out to rest on her lower back as he none-too subtly pulled her closer. It was cute that she was trying to keep a respectable distance but he had commanded her over earlier and now expected her to remain close. It was a loud, silent claim that let every other man in the room that was giving her eyes know that she was his. Hopefully none of the buffoons were stupid enough to try and get in his way.

Watching her fingers with a smirk, he reached down with his free hand to cup her own and held it close against his chest. It'd be so easy to ravish her here and now where they stood, for everyone to watch in envy, but he had to be tactful with Kara. She was so soft and innocent he didn't want to frighten her away before all the fun began. "Come," He commanded, letting go of her hand with ease as he led her down the hall and out onto the spacious balcony of his apartment. The windows looking out onto it were closed, keeping them separated from the rest of the guests, and awarded them enough privacy for him to feel comfortable tugging her back into his embrace. "I own my own business, lamb. The hours I work are up to my own discretion and I, too, find myself more at peace when the moon is awake," Lifting her fingers to his lips, he kissed each of them carefully as if in reverence for the music they just performed, "Are you scared to be alone with me, little one? Was I reading this wrong? If I make you uncomfortable I can find someone else to keep me company tonight, though I guarantee they won't be half as wonderful as you."

When she mentioned sunlight, Syrian's lips quirked as he turned to look towards one of the outer walls. To the odd passerby, it just looked like expensive black drapes were hanging the walls, but behind them were, almost exclusively, floor to ceiling windows. There were so many that the constant sunlight gave him a headache and, so, he covered the majority with blackout curtains. Without saying anything, he pulled out his phone and pressed a button to control them and allowed some to pull to the side so that the views of the city and the moonlit sky were crystal clear. It was beautiful, one of the reasons he bought the building if he was honest, but he only ever opened the one's upstairs in his private master bedroom and only after he was certain the sun wouldn't burn directly into his eyes.

"I hope moonlight is an acceptable replacement for now. You're free to stay and wait for the sun of course. It's beautiful in the morning," Syrian purred next to her ear as he kept up with her footing throughout the crowd. He already knew where she was going, he had pulled the old antique out of storage and had it cleaned and tuned just for her. Blinking in surprise, Syrian felt his chest tighten when Kara mentioned writing a song for him. He wasn't the best at receiving gifts, at least not heartfelt ones, and wasn't sure how to respond. The only person to ever give him something just because was his sister and she was as emotionally stunted as he was. As he listened to the song he knew this was something more. He could feel the emotion in the keys and could see it in the way that she played that she was finally his even if she hadn't said it out loud yet. To him, the beautiful song she was playing on the piano for him sounded like a signature on the dotted line as she signed away her soul to the devil. It was perfect.

As the song ended, the room filled with applause and Syrian stood to clap as well before helping her stand from the bench so that he could twirl her like the shining star she was and kiss her on the side of the mouth when he stopped her facing him. "That was...divine, little lamb. No one has ever given me something so beautiful or thought provoking before," He spoke softly so only she could hear, "You've enchanted me."

"Stay? After the party? I'd love a chance to discuss my effect on you and those lingering thoughts of yours."

#syrian x kara;; #bruh why you gotta be so manipulative n toxic;; #amarvelousmencgerie

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Izzy was panting heavily when he grabbed her wrists and instead of fighting him off she let him pull her close. Calling a man like Rick or her Father a coward was a dangerous game that most people wouldn't dare to play, but she wasn't afraid of what might happen if she did. For all the fear that he put into her Daddy's soul, Umbra didn't scare her. He should've, she was very aware that he should have, but, even when he came home late at night covered in blood with a soulless look in his eyes, she didn't feel fear. How could she when she loved him so damn much? "Then stop acting like one," She snapped, rolling her eyes when he pushed back on being called a coward. The man was obviously terrified of something and she wasn't having it. She deserved better. He deserved better.

Sitting on his lap, Izzy scratched her nails up and into the hair along his temple and looked at him with tears in her eyes as he tried to soothe her. He knew what to say to weaken her defenses, he always did, but the rejection was still loud and clear in everything that he said. Sniffling through the hurt, she furrowed her brow and shook her head as she rested her forehead against his and laughed when he asked her what she wanted. "I want you you dumb-ass. I ain't asking you to change or become someone else. I ain't asking for nothing more than for you, my amazing, strong, powerful Umbra, to let me in a little. Love me, just a little. I don't care if no one else loves me ever again as long as I get it from you. I need you and if you think you can just push me away you got another thing comin'. I'm my Daddy's daughter and I won't give up without a fight. Y'hear me? I won't."

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Rick knew that she wasn’t easily scared off by a gun. Too many times he had watched her take care of them right here in his bed where he maybe shouldn’t have never let her in. It was no surprise that she was taking this more seriously, that she was having hope this would work out as a relationship but no matter how much Rick wished it could be the truth, he simply couldn’t take the risk to lose her. If it would mean not having her at all it would surely crush his heart, but at least he could look at her from afar knowing that she was safe.

That’s why he allowed her to shove him, stepped back when he could have easily fought against her and instead just made her thrown hands stop by taking her wrists, pulling her as close as he could to look straight into her eyes. “I’m not a fucking coward.” He could deal with a lot of insults. He didn’t even care how many times they fought cause he loved that passionate side of her fighting for him, but his pride was something that should remain untouched cause he already blamed himself too many times already.

After letting go of her he sighed and sat down on the bed behind her, reaching with one hand for hers to pull her onto his lap. “I need you to listen to me, Lizzy.” For a moment he just looked at her, just studied her facial features and stroked along her hair with a soothing smile. “You’re good enough. You are so good that I even let you in here. I risked something for you and I will keep doing that, but if you want me to settle for another life I have to disappoint you. I cannot give you that, no matter if I want or not.” Gently he leaned his head next to hers, pulling her against him tighter while nuzzling against her. “This is all I have. This is all I can give. If it’s not enough, then you need to leave. But I’ll never ask you to.” Unless he had to break her heart to let go of him, maybe then pushing her away was his last resort even if it would hurt him. “What do you want?”

#wrathfulmercy #Isadora x Rick;;

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It was a step in the right direction if nothing else. Syrian never thought he'd want another soul living in the same house as him but now it's all he wanted. The sudden and overwhelming fear of losing Wanda that came with loving Wanda was frustrating to the say the least. He didn't know how to handle it. At least he hadn't demanded she stay locked by his side for eternity yet. That was something. "Mmmm, time and money was put into creating this building to my specific requirements, but I have nothing that holds me here that I can't take elsewhere. It is not a house or a home or anything sentimental to me and if I were to move out I'd be able to rent it for a ridiculous amount of money." The unspoken truth was that Wanda had become his home. Wherever she wanted to be, he would go there too and if that place didn't exist then he would build it for her. Cupping her face, he gave her a soft, slow passionate kiss before pulling away just enough to speak. "A trial sounds perfect. I'll have my secretary hire movers to bring whatever you want over. Or I can buy you everything brand new. Would you like that? I'll have Martha send you over the contact for my personal shopper and have you added to the accounts."

“Be honest, if you could, would you keep me in your own place?” (Syrian)

"Yes." Syrian said as if it were the easiest question he had ever answered, not an ounce of doubt or shame on his face as he looked down at the witch.

"I'm an awful, terrible, selfish man, Wanda. I like to keep a close eye on the things important to me and you are the most important."

#Syrian x Wanda;; #illbringthechaosmagic

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Stiles groaned against Raven's shoulder as the image of his boyfriend soaking wet from the shower popped into his head. He had no business being this god damn sexy it was really unfair. He just woke up!

Once in the shower, Stiles smirked at Raven and gave him the same look he was getting as he reached forward to pull his lover under the hot spray. He kissed him softly with a lazy morning passion before pulling back to look a little more. "That's what I've been saying babe," Stiles purred, his nails scratching down his lovers abdomen slowly to watch his muscles react, "We're supposed to be together. Always."

Home At Last||Closed Starter

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Raven took a deep breath as the plane slowly came to a stop. It had been three months in Italy, trying to deal with whatever nonsense Aydens hothead had managed to get himself into now.

He really hated that man.

But he made Ayden happy and she was finally starting to get over Stiles having him arrested so...he put up with it.

And she let him go back to the States a week early.

He had apparently been moping.

The seat belt light had turned off, and there was the inevitable rush of people trying to get off the plane. Raven just waited until most had disembarked to stand and grab his single bag from the overhead compartment. He didn't need to rush.

Stiles had promised to meet him just outside of security.

#Stiles x Raven;; #eyes-blazing

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Izzy liked Ricks place. It wasn't big or spacious like the farmhouse she grew up, and still lived, in, but it didn't house her family and gave her a sense of privacy she never had before. Even now at 20 she wasn't allowed to lock her bedroom door or keep it closed when she was in there. It was ridiculous. She would have moved out a while ago if it wasn't for her Daddy's hold on all the money she ever earned growing up. She couldn't take from the account without her knowing and their banker wouldn't let her take him off of it since he opened it for her in the first place. It was bullshit, but she had no leg to stand on and the judges were as crooked as her Daddy. At least at Rick's she could be herself, walk around in her panties and do as she pleased within reason. She respected the space and the man who owned it and found herself seeking him and the shelter for comfort more and more.

"Is that so?" Izzy purred, her country accent heavy as she tugged him close by the belt loop with one of her fingers. His large hands were like brands against her skin, leaving burning marks on her skin that may not be visible to the naked eye but were permanently and forever in her memory. Looking into his eyes with that twinkle of playful mischief she always had when she was teasing him, the blonde brought the blade back up to her mouth and twisted it so that the sharp end was pressed against the soft pink flesh of her tongue. Her eyes remained locked with his as she dragged it down, cleaning the cool metal slowly of any remaining food. She let him manhandle her a little, enjoying it like she always did, before placing her palm on his chest and pointing at the food beside them. "Eat up big guy. Yer gonna need ya energy."

❛ are you wearing my shirt? ❜ (for Izzy)

"It might be," Izzy hummed, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she put together a couple of sandwiches for them to enjoy in Rick's makeshift kitchen. She would have made something yummier if he had an oven or even pancakes if she trusted the burner at all, but she didn't mind a turkey club every once in a while. They were easy and delicious. Turning to him, she leaned against the counter and slowly licked the knife she had been using to spread some mustard and quirked an eyebrow up at him. The shirt she was wearing was old, worn, and ridiculously comfortable. It landed in the middle of her thighs and covered just enough that she didn't have to wear anything else underneath to be comfy. The fact that it smelled like the assassin was just a bonus. "You got a problem with that?"

#Isadora x Rick;; #wrathfulmercy

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Cassia did some of her best brainstorming when she was dancing and playing with a fidget toy. It's what she would do for hours when an important exam was coming up or if she was stumped on something. It was also a good distraction when she didn't want to bother anyone, namely Nico, as he worked on his writing. It was fine, she needed to work a little on her thesis and some time in the mind palace certainly helped, but when he cut it short and called her over she couldn't deny that she was relieved.

Placing the colorful cube down, she pulled both of her headphones from her ears and wandered over to where the older man had been writing. "What's up?"

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Nico looked up at Cassia and huffed. He wasn't sure what she was doing but he absolutely wasn't going to get any writing done. If he couldn't work, he was going to at least keep himself occupied and since she was his muse, this was going to be her job. "Cassia, please sit that down and come over here. I need to ask you something."

#Cassia x Nico;; #amarvelousmencgerie

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Eddie was used to talking to the back of Keara's hair at this point. It had been strange at first, a little hurtful even, but he thought nothing of it. To him, it seemed like she was taking in his words and processing her thoughts in a private manner. He respected it without question and took the opportunity to shamelessly admire how pretty her hair was. It could be so intricate sometimes, in braids and up-do's that he couldn't comprehend, or, his favorite, loose around her neck and face in those beautiful golden curls he had come to love. It was simple, probably too simple for a lady of her stature, but it framed her beauty in a way that made his heart skip each and every time he saw her.

The knight also, much more shamefully, would breathe in her scent when she turned from him. Gods help him, but he did. Growing up in the whore house and now in the barracks, Edrian was used to the more putrid stenches of day old sweat and cum. Sure, the women would try to use incense and spices to cover it up as best they could, and for drunk men it was more than good enough, but he had never smelled anything as sweet and clean as when he was around Keara. It made his mouth water and filled his mind with inappropriate thoughts of what she might taste like as well. He was only a man, yes, but normally Eddie was better than that. He had more self control!

"Understood," Eddie bowed, his voice low so that only she could hear, "It's warm outside and that dress looks a little tight, respectfully, it'd be perfectly understandable if my Lady needed a short rest before the feast. We wouldn't want her fainting before the spit roast."

The days in King's Landing seemed to be getting darker and darker as time passed and Edrian was worried that, soon, there would be no safe place for him to call home. Sure, the barracks weren't much, but they were better than the whore house he lived in with his mother. It had been her dream that he become a knight, a noble man with a name and purpose, and after she passed it became his dream and mission as well. Now, at the highest rank he could be for being a bastard child, he was aware of the darkness that hid behind the castle walls and wept for the innocent that were trapped under the tyranny.

Innocents like Kaera. The poor woman was nothing like her family and even more of a target than he was. She was strong and wise in ways others around them couldn't understand and not meant for a world like this. After he had saved her he had been accounted her personal guard, an honor as much as a hindrance, and grown quite close. Too close, probably. The feelings that had blossomed for the beautiful blonde were strong, terrifying, and every bit improper. Gods, if her family found out they'd have his head....And yet, when she smiled at him from across the room... He swore he could hear angels singing. "My Lady," He smiled, bowing his head both out of respect and to give her ease of access to his cheek. He got a lot of shit for allowing her to kiss him like this, but it was worth it to feel her press close to him, "Your father has not called for you. I believe he's in a meeting with one of your brothers. Is there anything you need before we go to the gardens? I can ask one of the maids to set up a picnic if you'd like."

#Edrian x Keara;; #amarvelousmencgerie

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