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themosleyreview · 3 years

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The Mosley Review: Death to 2020

Congratulations everyone! We've made it to 2021 and not a day has gone by where I haven't wished for the new year to begin. There were many terrible things that have happened socially, politically and the whole world was shaken to its core. That doesn't mean we can't look back and poke fun at how ridiculous some moments were. There are already countless interviews, news reports and documentaries about 2020, but none of them truly have been able to look at it and find the funny in it all. This mockumentary was the best middle finger to last year and a welcomed dissection of what society was like for an entire year. It does deliver some great commentary and truth, but it also take some well placed and hilarious jabs at the political and societal climate.

The cast all play fictional characters, but they are definitely based on real people. Samuel L. Jackson was fantastic as Dash Bracket of the New Yorkerly News. He sets the tone of the film and doesn't let up with his witty and upscale commentary on how things were for news outlets. Hugh Grant was perfection as a British historian Tennyson Foss. He may come across as intelligent and worldly, but he makes some great and hilarious points on how so many factions can never agree or agree to disagree and so forth. Lisa Kudrow was excellent as a non-official conservative spokesperson Jeanette Susan. The amount of conviction the character has behind her beliefs was great and the moment they're challenged, she denies everything she just said. She was just bonkers all throughout. Leslie Jones steals the film as Dr. Maggie Gravel, a behavioral psychologist. Her comedic timing and truth behind her declarations were so relatable and great. Kumail Nanjiani nails it as a version of an elitist owner of a tech company Bark Multiverse. He was the perfect representation of how disconnected a person can be from the public while sitting upon a throne of riches. Joe Keery was great as Duke Goolies. He was the definition of every millennial and youtuber that would find some form of profit or success due to the pandemic. I really liked Diane Morgan as the average citizen Gemma Nerrick. She represented the darker side of what the pandemic has done to social interactions. Tracey Ulman was outstanding as Queen Elizabeth II and I loved her fourth wall breaking and comments on Prince Harry and Meghan Markle quitting the Royal Family. Cristin Milioti was excellent as Kathy Flowers. She is a self-described soccer mom, but she is the very embodiment of what a "Karen" is. It was sometimes frightening how accurately she captures that mindset. Laurence Fishburne is the narrator of the mockumentary and he was brilliantly chosen. He guides us through the narrative of the doc, but at same time bringing some humor to the dreadful nature of the stories.

Like I said, we made it through 2020 and there is no reason to not rejoice and poke fun at the past. This was definitely a welcomed and much needed hilarious look back at the past year and I can't wait to see what 2021 will shake out. The Netflix Original is now streaming. Let me know what you thought of the film or of my review in the comments below. Thanks for reading!

#death to 2020 #samuel l jackson #leslie jones #hugh grant #denise morgan #tracey ulman #lisa kudrow #cristin milioti #netflix #netflix original #kumail nanjiani

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prettywordsyouleft · 4 years

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You Didn’t Let Me! - Part 2 (Jinyoung)

Summary: It took you three guys to realise you had been running from love all along. When you finally meet up again at a university reunion, you weren’t prepared to answer the question of who you wanted most.

Pairing: Yoo Kihyun x Park Jinyoung x Lee Seunggi x reader

Genre: romance / angst / self-growth au

Warnings: three hot guys and y/n’s an idiot lol none

A/N: This was initially meant to be a oneshot for the Trick, No It’s My Treat dares. However, the storyline suited being broken up and so I have made it into a mini-series. I hope you enjoy!

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“You, joining a gym?!” Raisa scoffed and you pouted in her direction. She gestured to the empty chocolate wrapper on your desk. “You couldn’t choose the healthy life even if you wanted to.”

“So I have a sweet tooth,” you agreed bitterly, picking up the wrapper and placing it in the trash bin beside the desk. “That doesn’t mean I don’t want to tone up. Look at my arms! All these years of studying have done me no good! I need to get active again. We graduate in the spring, and I plan on looking the best I can for it.”

“But you in a gym?” she continued, shaking her head. “I can’t imagine it at all. You hate sweating.”

“I hate looking at myself in the mirror and seeing myself grow bigger too. I’ve cut back on my food intake, now it’s time to match that with some good old exercise.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it,” Raisa muttered and you grinned, reaching out for her lower arm and gave it a shake. She eyed you dubiously, your thoughts soon connecting. “Oh no, Y/N, I’m not joining you.”

“How will you ever get the proof if you don’t come along?!”

And despite her lengthy list of excuses, Raisa was there at your side on your first day at the university gym. You had been through orientation already and knew how to use the machinery well enough that you didn’t have a personal trainer at your side for the first few sessions. You liked getting in there and doing your routine they had drafted up for you, the satisfaction of your after-workout buzz overpowering your major dislike for the sticky sweat you washed away in the shower each time.

Soon, you were dedicated to working out most days, much more committed than Raisa was. You grew confident to go to the gym alone, no longer worried about your appearance among the others who used the facilities at the same time as you. No one was judging you and you were too focused on your own results to care.

That was until you met your new trainer.

“So, I hear you want to tone up your arms? I’m Jinyoung, I’ve been assigned to help you with that,” he announced as he stopped at your side near the weights. Glancing up, you forgot to swallow, pretty sure you were about to start drooling instead.

If arms were the topic of the day, then Jinyoung’s were by far the best set you had ever laid eyes upon. You could sense he was proud of them, folding them across his chest as he smiled down at you. There was a hint of smugness curling up the corners of his lips, satisfied by your instant awe over them.

And then he became awkward, clearing his throat and it startled you enough to let go of the dumbbell you held in your hand, emitting a yelp of pain a moment after you recognised it hit your foot.

Yeah, those arms? They were right around you after he assessed the damage to your foot, scooping you up off the ground where you had somewhat crumpled upon from the pain. Jinyoung then carried you to the medical room so he could examine you further.

It wasn’t the most ideal start.

And yet you were determined to continue. This surprised Jinyoung and you could see he was impressed by your resolve. “Are you fully healed?”

“Of course, I’m not that fragile,” you remarked, even if you weren’t ready for any more mishaps the gym could potentially result in if you didn’t pay enough attention. You decided you were prepared to commit though and nothing would deter you.

Jinyoung wasn’t ready to let the first incident go, however.

It seemed he had made it his sole mission in life to remind you about the accident every time he was training you. “Tighter grip, Y/N. Your foot only bruised last time; these weights are heavier and will break it if you don’t pay attention.”

“I am gripping them,” you huffed in annoyance, heaving them up and down with your set, relieved when Jinyoung finally called to put them down. You placed them back on the stand before wiping the sweat off your face with your towel.

Your trainer grinned, reaching out affectionately to fix the loose hairs around your face. “We don’t need you looking dishevelled after a session with me, now do we?” he murmured, cupping your cheek in his hand for the briefest moment, eyes alive with amusement.

You couldn’t help the deep pink flush of colour that rushed to the surface, nor did you pay attention as you stepped forward, catching the toe of your shoe on the base of the bench you had just collected your towel from. Jinyoung caught you before you fell, eyes wide with the current predicament.

You wanted the ground to swallow you up whole.

“I think you have a thing for my arms, Y/N. You keep ending up in them too often,” he attempted to tease; though his tone held no jest and his skin had grown warm. Righting yourself, you nodded rapidly then shook your head to refute his statement, barely saying your farewell as you dashed off to the ladies locker room. You then slumped against the wall, heaving in a deep breath.

Had Jinyoung just flirted with you? Was he affected as much as you were about his presence? You had to admit your clumsy nature only increased whenever he was around. He was gorgeous, with his dark eyes and raven hair that fell into them as he worked out. His body was toned but not excessively and whenever he chuckled your legs turned to jelly.

It wasn’t safe anymore to be in this environment. Having a crush on him wasn’t the end of the world, but in a setting with heavy equipment, you were bound to end up in hospital if this continued.

“Here, let me spot you,” Jinyoung offered the next time you were in the gym, moving in behind you. Glancing over your shoulder as you swung the dumbbell back and forth, bracing yourself against the bench, you arched an eyebrow at the man. He chuckled. “Last time you were here you almost ended up in the medic room. I’m not prepared to have you hurt again.”

“You’re not funny.”

“Your swing is though, it’s meant to be straight like this,” he stated, reaching to take the slack out of your arm. Instinctively, his other hand went to your waist, pressing on it gently. You knew logically he was asking for you to find your centre and balance through the core. It wasn’t anything more than a technical approach, to ensure you were doing the movement correctly.

And yet it felt entirely intimate, his torso pressed into your back whilst his hands guided your movement. You felt his breath on your neck and it wasn’t long until a fantasy cropped up in your mind, throwing you off entirely.

His breath was now tickling against your ear. “Y/N, are you focusing because I don’t think you are.”

“I am,” you breathed, shaking away the sinful images and returning to mindfully exercising. But it was too late, your movement now stunted by Jinyoung’s hand reaching out to remove the weight from your hand. In doing so you lost your balance, tumbling backwards into him and sending you both sprawling onto the floor. You heard the weight drop on the ground and gasped when you saw how close it was to hitting him in the head.

“So, I think we need to come up with a new safety plan whilst working with weights now, huh?” he breathed, wide-eyed from assessing the proximity of the dumbbell.

You were too mortified about almost killing your trainer that you skipped your next session. Raisa came home from her study session to find you in the apartment spooning mouthfuls of ice-cream in as you watched the television. She frowned, wrestling the tub out of your grip. “Shouldn’t you be with Jinyoung right now?”

“Even you think we should be together,” you grumbled, reaching out to snatch your treat back. “I’m not in the mood.”

“That much I can tell,” she commented, gesturing to your state. Sitting down beside you, Raisa leaned in closer. “Are you feeling something towards him? I mean I don’t blame you, he’s gorgeous. I think I’d have more success in going to the gym if he had been assigned as my trainer.”

You sighed, letting the spoon fall into the tub. “He’s just my trainer, right?”

“Well, what do you mean?”

You explained the moments you had with him thus far to your best friend, trying to remain as factual and not emotionally attached as you had been with Kihyun. You knew it would be easy to construe feelings since you had done it in the past with your friend in the second year of university. You didn’t want to think Jinyoung’s proficient care meant anything more than him doing his job, if that was all there was to it.

Yet the little smiles, the commentary, the way he held you last time, well, your mind was definitely confused.

“I think there might be something there,” Raisa said afterwards, expression still thoughtful. “I mean, he’s very accommodating to your needs.”

“He’s paid to look out for his clients. It’s not his fault I’m clumsy.” You reached for the spoon again, Raisa taking the ice-cream away a second time and spooned some into her mouth instead. You didn’t even have the energy to whine at her.

“You’re friends with Kihyun so I can see where that got a little messy. But Jinyoung doesn’t have to do anything apart from be professional, Y/N. I think this time, your feelings are valid. Even if I still think Kihyun held feelings for you but you were too dumb to see them.”

“Let’s not,” you lamented, shooting her a look. However, you began to consider her advice over Jinyoung, your hope soon growing.

With Raisa’s pep-talk, you returned to the gym the following week. Smiling at the clerk on the front desk, you pushed through the gym doors and began heading towards the locker room to put your things away when you noticed Jinyoung with another woman over by the weights. You paused, watching on with interest. She was giggling and curling her hands around his as he showed her the appropriate way to hold the equipment. You could see from here that she was far too delighted to have such a handsome trainer. Had you looked like this when you first started working out with Jinyoung? You weren’t as bold as she was being about her attraction, at least.

Yet Jinyoung was smiling, laughing even at something she said a moment later. Jealousy reared in your stomach and you managed to tear your gaze away, stomping into the locker room. Once you were ready to head back out – and much more composed – you went over to the weights area, standing off to the side and waited.

It was your session time, after all.

Jinyoung glanced up at you, eyes flashing with multiple emotions and he stepped back from the client, brushing his hands on his pants. “Oh Y/N, I need to talk with you.”

“I can wait for you to wrap up here. I’ll just go work on the cardio equipment until you’re ready.”

Jinyoung shook his head, looking apologetic. “I won’t be taking your sessions anymore.”

You merely blinked, not quite understanding the change. “Is it because of the accident last time?”

“No, of course not. It’s just that Jackson will be taking over for me. He’s exceptional, so you’ll find his training a great benefit to you.”

“Do I not get a choice in who I train with?” you blurted out, uncaring how the girl waiting on Jinyoung looked at you. “I choose to be trained by you.”

“I can’t anymore, it’s a little complicated to discuss here but if you come into my office after your training with Jackson, I’ll explain more about why then. Okay Lisa, where were we?”

You stood there dumbfounded for a moment before you jarringly stepped back, turning around to go over to the treadmills across the room. You refused to look up into the mirrored wall that would reflect Jinyoung’s area. Instead, you ran, pushing harder than you usually did.

You felt stupid. Once again, you had gotten the wrong impression, assuming there was more to Jinyoung than just the training. You had made him uncomfortable and so he had chosen to move on. There was nothing more to it.

Even though it was no fault of his own, you told Jackson you weren’t ready to start training with him. And when you were done with your session, you didn’t stop as you walked to the exit, ignoring Jinyoung’s request for you to stop by afterwards. You didn’t need to hear what he had to say, your heart was already broken.

You soon decided to change to a different gym, wanting a new environment to refocus on your original goals. You had joined the gym to tone up and not to fall for your trainer in the process after all.

“You gave up, just like that?” Raisa asked and you shot her a look. “What if there was a reason for Jinyoung pulling away from you? I’m sorry, Y/N, I can’t keep training you because I like you. Let’s see each other outside of the gym. You didn’t even let him explain. See, this is your problem Y/N! You keep running away before getting all the facts.”

You laughed, shaking your head at your best friend. “Rai, this isn’t a fairytale. Things don’t work like that for me anyway. I think it’s best to just move onto the next chapter in my life. With graduation around the corner, I just want to focus on getting a job that I enjoy.”

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servanttothelight-a · 5 years

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“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-”

He’s not even screaming because he wants to join in- he's screaming because Viridi just scared the shit out of him.

Ahhhh goddess radio, what a blessing and curse you are.

#[dash commentary] breaking the forth wall #[Pit] little angel

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zombieheroine · 7 years

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A mediocre swordsman and a lousy sniper [Overwatch, gen, T]

Rating: T for violence Characters/Relationships: Hanzo Shimada & Genji Shimada

Summary: A diplomatic dinner between yakuza families goes haywire and Genji’s evening is ruined. Words: 2073

A/N: @floweryhanzo who plays Hanzo with at least two (usually three) gold medals per match and who steals the play of the game with or without his ult while still complaining all the time how useless he is. Screw you, dude.

[AO3]

If there was something that Genji hated it was trashing a nice restaurant, but so far he seemed to be the only one with that particular concern. If others were as considerate about glass floors and furniture, fine fabrics or exotic plants in clearly valuable porcelain pots, he wouldn’t be jumping over tables and water fountains and dance platforms with his katana in hand and fighting for his life.

So the peaceful, diplomatic dinner had gotten out of hand, sure. Father wouldn’t be pleased when they showed their faces to him again, but Genji would argue that the other clan had come here with their minds already made up. Why else would all of them be armed?

The old temple turned tea house turned modern restaurant was suddenly a stage for a carnage, and Genji’s ears were ringing with gun shots. He jumped from a table top to table top knocking over glasses, bowls and sake bottles, then sprang over a stylish bamboo wall separating a booth from a small patch of an indoor garden. He dived down and rolled over in the small, meticulously arranged pebbles and behind him heard the bamboo shatter when bullets hit it. He had enemies waiting for him on this side as well with their guns pointing at him from the higher ground of the lifted dance floor. The pink lights shone from beneath the see-through floor, making the blood running down the steps in streams gleam in a strange way. Genji felt his dragon growl from within the blade as he stared at the enemy for a fracture of a second when he aimed his gun at him, a red oni glaring back at him from his chest, peeking under the man’s half-open dress shirt. The gun went off with an ear-shattering bang and a flare, and a bullet too quick to be seen came out. Genji’s thoughts couldn’t humanly keep up but his body was beyond that, and he already had his katana in front of him, the blade turning to reflect the bullet. He felt the impact in both of his arms down to his bones, but the bullet changed its course and his opponent dropped down before him. Genji was just about to cheer for himself for a job well done, but as the man before him fell on his front Genji saw an arrow sticking out of his back and his smile dropped. A sigh made Genji’s ear-piece spit out white noise. “I am such a lousy shot today. I’m sorry,” said Hanzo. Genji glared upwards at the wide balcony level, searching for his brother but didn’t see him. The three other men before Genji were getting over of the abrupt hall of their comrade, and three guns were re-aimed in Genji’s direction. Hanzo spoke to his ear: “Well… Since I am apparently under-performing today, please excuse me this method.” It took Genji a second to realize what Hanzo meant, and when he did his eyes widened and he yanked his katana closer to him and furiously searched for his brother’s sniping spot in order to reflect to the right direction. “Hanzo, don’t you dare – “ he snapped into his ear-piece, but too late. Another arrow dashed down from the upper level, hit the floor between Genji and the three men and broke into several smaller pieces that shot everywhere. Genji yelped and swung his katana gracelessly as the pieces swished around him, all past him but close enough to scare him. One of the pieces ended up piercing the man standing in the right from his jaw to the back of his head making him drop instantly. The man next to him got another piece in his gut and dropped to his knees, all air leaving his lungs as the colour did his face, and the third one stumbled back further away from Genji as if he was the cause of this. Genji felt his knees shaking when he stood up straighter. “I told you to not fucking do that! I hate that arrow of yours! You could have hit me!” he yelled into the ear-piece. Hanzo scoffed. “Nonsense. It’s simple geometry, brother. You were not in danger.” Genji snarled back and moved. The garden was thoroughly messed up and one valuable vase had shattered. The glass floor was slippery with blood and Genji’s clawed climbing shoes scratched the smooth surface, ruining it even further. The lights under the floor flashed from pink to blue and Genji raised his katana into a better position. Most of the low, dark wood tables were either kicked over or shot full of holes, and some of them were used as barricades in fire-fights. Even the most of the Shimada-gumi men present carried fire-arms along with their wakizashi, and almost all of them lacked the skill to get close enough to use them when the opponent had a gun. Not Genji. Genji didn’t carry anything besides his katana and his wakizashi, the latter still sheathed on his belt. Genji jumped from the platform high in the air and with a battle cry dashed straight into the fire-fire, disrupting its rhythm and positions by slashing through a man who ended up on his path and jamming his blade into the nearest bystander’s chest. He spun around, the katana light and nimble in his skilled hand and so sharp he barely felt any resistance when he cut flesh and bone. With their hiding place behind a table invaded the enemy clan’s men scattered and the battle became chaotic once more. Genji yelled and cried out as he slashed with his blade, his dragon roaring with him, and just when his enemies were beginning to get him surrounded he sprang up again, tossing over in the air and dashed across the room. The floor was cluttered with glimmering shards of glass and porcelain that were stomped into almost fine powder by now, and Genji heard the crunching under his feet as he danced across the floor, the tables and the scattered seat pillows while swinging his blade. Wherever he looked he saw arrows raining down, sometimes one at a time, sometimes several, and every once in a while that accursed scatter one breaking apart and swishing in every direction. “I wish I could be some use to you down there,” Hanzo spoke to Genji’s ear again with a suffering sigh. “But I’m hardly that even from up here. I simply cannot hit the mark today.” “Oh bull,” Genji snapped as he reflected a bullet meant for him to the floor and cut the gun and the hand holding it off the man before him. “No, I mean it. I’m a lousy shot. I wish I wasn’t, but I can’t seem to help it,” Hanzo sighed, clearly frustrated and disappointed in himself. Genji climbed over a bamboo wall between booths again and jumped from table to table again. The floor was messy and slippery with blood, and Genji paid a passing thought to his shoes and his future-self who’d have to clean them. Hanzo continued to mutter into his ear about bad shots and disappointments, and before him Genji saw an arrow through the head saving the life of a Shimada-gumi’s man who didn’t even notice it. “That was right between the eyes! Stop complaining!” Genji snapped at his brother through his heavy breathing. “No, that was an accident!” Hanzo argued. “And I’m all out of arrows now. On your left, little brother.” Genji turned his head just in time to finally see his older brother jumping over the railing and climbing down a large synthetic cherry tree, making the wind-chimes in it ring and the hard-light petals rain down and vanish as they touched the floor. The brothers met and Genji joined Hanzo as he dashed from body to body, yanking arrows out and stuffing them back into this quiver, even though following him meant that Genji had to listen to Hanzo’s commentary on his own work. “Such a sloppy mark, this one. And this too. A gut shot, how barbaric! Unacceptable,” he grumbled as he went, while Genji watched his back and reflected the bullets aimed at them back at their shooters, with mixed results. “Will you ever stop complaining, big brother?” Genji snapped as he watched the third bullet miss its mark and hit a wall. “Opening oneself for criticism is the path to bettering oneself,” Hanzo answered to him, suddenly serene when he got to lecture his brother, and Genji rolled his eyes. The fight was starting to turn to the end, one could tell by how many were laying on the ground and how the few remaining were continuing on with desperate fury. The Shimada-gumi was about to take the battle. “Only a little bit longer, brother,” Hanzo said to him with a pat on the shoulder before dashing off and climbing up to the second level again, and Genji was on his own again. His katana felt light and electric in his hold, and he knew they were almost through. “The dragon becomes me,” he whispered to himself and let the ancient creature come forth before leaping towards his hastily scattering enemies. The battle fury on their faces quickly turned into horror as the maw of the beast opened, and Genji roared in cruel delight as the dragon consumed. One fell on his sword, then another, and all the while he heard arrows swishing past him, finding the targets Genji couldn’t reach or finish. It was almost time to end this, and that moment was marked by Hanzo’s battle cry from behind and the twin dragons roaring to life. Genji closed his eyes and smirked as the beasts flew past him, claiming one, two, three, four enemies from their path while Genji bathed in their light and energy. Having a sniper watching your back was nice even if they were a talkative one.

There was barely anything left of the niceness or the charm of the restaurant once they were done. Shimada-gumi had claimed victory and the entirety of the enemy clan’s task force had been wiped out. It wasn’t the outcome they had hoped for and they had suffered some losses themselves, but it was what it was and that was a part of the lifestyle. Genji mourned the restaurant more than anything else though. The building still stood as it no doubt had since the Edo-period, but the indoor gardens had been destroyed and so had pretty much all of the furniture and tableware, the floor was red and brown with blood and the fountain and the decorative ponds were murky red now. Genji looked mournfully at a carp floating in the pond with its belly up. He had fed it scraps of his meal earlier tonight before the dinner had gone to hell. Hanzo strode back from the kitchen and ordered their men to take both the wounded and the dead with them, pack up and prepare to move out. Their fallen were to be wrapped in tablecloths and put in the trunks of the cars in the next half of an hour, and everyone needed to clean their blades and wash up before taking off. Then Hanzo walked to Genji who was still moping by the small pond and feeling sorry for the fish. “Here,” Hanzo said and pushed a small bottle of sake to Genji’s chest. Genji raised an eyebrow but accepted the bottle altogether. “We’re going to get the bill for this, so we might as well drink,” Hanzo explained with a bottle of his own in hand. Genji opened the cork and took a swig out of the bottle, the dead carp already forgotten. Hanzo put an arm around his shoulders and squeezed him against his side. He turned them around and led them outside to the cool night air. “You did well today, little brother,” Hanzo said between sips of sake. “I did?” Genji asked. “You did. Thank you for manning the floor. No one else seemed to know where to stand,” Hanzo continued and gave the younger’s shoulders a squeeze before laying his cheek against the top of his head. “Thank you for your hard work today.” Genji relaxed in his brother’s hold and felt warm, the post-battle tremors eased by sake and comfort. “Thanks,” he muttered against the bottle. “You were great.” Hanzo scoffed. “I was useless.” “Shut up,” Genji groaned. “Just. Shut up.”

#shimada brothers #overwatch #hanzo shimada #genji shimada #hanzo #genji #kapteenin raapustus

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