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canonatypical · 2 years

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Seeing Eddie eat them pretzels at the cafeteria made me wonder if he's skipping out on a lot of meals. How would Eddie react to someone who would always pack nice lunches for him? ♥

You know, I never really gave this any thought until you brought it up! But as I sat here and contemplated what you sent in, I started to think that maybe Eddie's more of a snacker and probably doesn't eat a whole lot of actual, big meals.

Warnings: Food / Food-Oriented Situation

There is a silence that falls upon the long, brown cafeteria table when a paper bag is set before Eddie, its contents unknown to everyone who's congregated here—everyone but you, that is.

Large brown eyes flit between the bag and where you now sit as you open up a bag of your own. Eddie's fingertips drum absentmindedly against the tops of his thighs, a nervous habit he's picked up somewhere along the way. "What's this," he asks as nonchalantly as he can muster.

"Open it and find out for yourself, Munson," you respond with a shrug and a smile whilst pulling out a sandwich from your bag.

As Eddie reaches for the perfectly creased bag, Gareth and Jeff resume their conversation, eager to discuss the next campaign that Eddie has scheduled for the following Friday. The first item that Eddie retrieves from the bag is a sandwich that looks much like yours; ham, he notes as he eyes it up through the clear plastic bag it's been placed in. A small bag of chips follows: salt and vinegar, his favorite. A small pack of miniature cookies is next and finally, a drink.

There are a range of emotions that shuffle through him all at once and he's unsure of which to settle on. There is the immediate embarrassment, that you would think to feed him properly like this—in front of his friends—because he's seemingly incapable of doing so himself. The embarrassment is followed by an odd feeling of ambivalence; there is a happiness there that wells up within him at the thought of you thinking to take care of him like this, but the happiness is also mixed with a sadness he doesn't want to address.

So Eddie puts on a smile and he thanks you before tearing into the bag to release his sandwich. His friends pay him no mind as he removes the top piece of bread to make room for the chips before he sets it back on and presses his hand firmly into the sandwich until there is a satisfying crunch.

This time when he smiles it is more genuine.

This time you smile back.

He never goes hungry at lunch again, you make sure of it. And Eddie...well, Eddie has never been more thankful.

#Ask #Anon #Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson x Reader #Eddie Munson x You #cw: food #cw: food mention #cw: skipped meals

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greyeyedmonster-18 · 1 year

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(this has been cut from Work in Process, but i thought i would share anyway.

cw: food talk/ minor body talk

“Harry,” Sirius reached across the table, and gently lifted his godson's chin, “Slow down. There is plenty and I am not going to take it away from you.”

“I--”

“And, I haven’t had to save someone from choking in years and might be out of practice.”

Harry’s eyes widened, “Who’d you save?”

“Your Dad. He forgot to chew sometimes too,” Sirius offered a smile, “Swallowed everything whole just so he could start talking again I think.”

“Sorry..”

“Don’t be sorry, it’s alright,” Sirius told him, “Perhaps…we both work on it? I eat fast too I’ve noticed.”

“Really?”

“Mhmm. How many times do you think is appropriate to chew between bites?”

“Dunno.”

“At least 100, I think.”

“Might as well blend our food together then.”

“Skip the whole chewing part? Brilliant.”

“Five, maybe.”

“Sounds reasonable,” Sirius gave him a wink before taking his hand off of Harry’s chin, watching as his godson picked up his fork again, resuming eating dinner though this time at a slower pace. Sirius looked down at the hand holding his own fork, adjusting the position slightly, for the first time realizing his elbow was in fact on the table, as he sat curled over his own food just as Harry did.

When had he fallen so far from grace?

There was one a time Sirius cursed his posture, at sixteen when it was anything but cool to stand up straight and sit up straight in classes, at the table, walking with friends, looking across the school at his classmates with their rounded shoulders and hands in their pockets. The way James could just lean against doorways, and Remus could just curl over while he wrote notes, Sirius intrigued by how someones back could bend that way. Sirius’s muscles had grown to be comfortable holding himself up right, even as a teenager, when his parents were around every corner critiquing him, and scrutinizing his every move. Blacks didn’t slouch.

He was the last one left, and had spent thirteen years hunched in a cell to keep warm, to disappear, to hide from dementors in far corners as Padfoot. Blacks slouched now, it seemed.

#work in process #sirius black #harry potter #an unpublished dribble #from a raising harry au #cw: food mention #cw: body talk

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shinwoo · 2 years

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chaos screaming, chaos dreaming — [tendou satori]

♤ wc: 1352 ♤ a/n: was written with like an apartment in mind but honestly that detail is more or less irrelevant so :3 also KOIRIKIRI IS BACK BABYYY >:333 also huge thank you to @xnchxntmxnt for editing! i appreciate you sm <3 ♤ tw/cw: post-break up, angst, food mention (brief), very ooc

you couldn’t remember the last time you truly felt happy.

no, that’s a lie. because you do remember — and you’d probably always remember — but it hurts to. you couldn’t stop the memories from pooling in the tears welling up in your eyes. pulling the blankets over your head, you buried your face into your pillow and cried. again. like you have for the last two weeks. day after day.

your body still remembered his touch, his gentleness. your heart still remembered his love. your eyes still remembered his smile. your lips still remembered his kisses. your ears still remembered his voice. again. like they did for the last two weeks. day after day…

humming, who’s humming? you looked around, searching for the source of the melody you’ve come to know so well. a flash of red, disappearing as soon as you noticed it.

“tori?” you suppressed a laugh, “come on, i know it’s you.”

gentle hands covered your eyes, a warm presence behind you. “guess who~?” the mystery person sang.

“tendou satori,” you said confidently, putting your hands on his wrists, “the love of my life.”

“correct! it’s me!” he turned you around so that you’d be facing him, “but i’m the love of your life?”

your smile dropped temporarily as you playfully glared at him. “no, toshi is. have you seen him?” you looked around him for the ushijima that wasn’t there for good measure. it was only when you decided that he had been pouting for long enough that you wrapped your arms around his torso, pulling yourself to him, and breathed, a smile tugging once more at your lips, “yes, silly. you’re the love of my life.”

his face broke out in a wide smile, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, but what he said next was lost in the folds of your memory.

your eyelids fluttered open, blinking groggily to shake the lingering sleep from them. “sh-t…” you muttered, turning onto your back, your forearm against your eyes. a few straggling tears slipped down from the corners of your eyes as you laid there for a while. not that dream again.

there was a knock on your door.

you held your breath. what bad timing, you thought. maybe if you didn’t answer, maybe if you made it seem like no one was home, they would leave. a moment passed and they knocked again. you hesitated, stalling, waiting for them to leave. another knock, but it was more urgent this time. your name was called through the pounding of the door. your breath hitched.

you knew this voice.

finally, you crawled from under the blankets of your bed and shuffled to the door, praying that you were wrong, that you had hallucinated the whole thing, that if anything it was another salesman trying to sell you his product. you opened the door partially and peeked through.

“Y/N! oh… y/n… have you been crying?” his voice broke, eyes softening at your pitiful state. you could tell he was struggling, from the way his arms reached toward you and flinched back to his side again, to decide if it would be allowable for him to take you in his arms and whisper that everything was going to be okay like he used to. so you rubbed at your eyes and shook your head, a sniffle unfortunately saying quite the opposite.

“tor- tendou. what are you doing here?”

he was taken aback, as if he’d been asking himself the same thing on his way here.

a moment passed and you both stood there, silent, watching the other. your heart slammed against your chest, pounding at your rib cage like some monster demanding to be let out. you were still trying to process that he was here, at your door, but you forced a cool stare. it was all you could muster at this point.

“i think your smile when it reaches your eyes is the most beautiful,” he said at last, deflecting the question, the words falling from his mouth by habit. he lifted a finger to your cheek, but you backed away.

“tendou…” you sighed, turning your head away, “you broke up with me, remember?” you tried to close the door, but he was quicker, slamming his foot in the shrinking crack to keep the door open. you couldn’t ignore the pang in your chest, the glimmer of hope blinking ever so brightly in your heart.

“y/n,” he pleaded, “just hear me out?” his red hair laid flat against his forehead and he looked at you with his sad crimson eyes, the darkness of his eye bags a startling deep purple. “i’ll try to make it worth your time.”

you opened the door again, wider this time, but stood in the doorway so that he couldn’t see how pathetic you’ve been. you were acutely aware of the empty ramen cups lying on top of the drawer by your bed and littered all across the floor. no, you had to show him that you weren’t as hurt as you actually were. you had to prove that you were okay, that you could do just fine without him… right?

“can i come in?”

you faltered. yes, your body screamed, please. but you shook your head, wrapping your arms around yourself, “just say what you have to out here.” blunt and painful. you grimaced.

oh how you hated this.

he stared at you but helplessly nodded, “okay. i understand.”

he looked down at his shoes. your eyes followed and it took everything for you not to gasp.

he wasn’t wearing any.

his socks were muddied and soiled. a roar of thunder boomed, reminding you of the happening storm. your gaze trailed back up to his face, stopping at his soaked through shirt and the water that dripped from the strands of his hair.

“actually, wait here,” you directed, “let me get you a towel,” and let the door close.

he obeyed, sheepishly rubbing his foot against the other’s ankle. when you returned, you handed him two towels — warm — they were just in the dryer after all. the small one he used to dry his hair and the other wrapped around his shoulders.

“where are your shoes?”

“ah… must’ve lost them in the rain.”

“sandals?”

he nodded, awkwardly avoiding your eyes. you shrugged, pretending not to care.

“anyways, you were saying?” you were nervous — insanely nervous. you crossed your arms and uncrossed them again, letting them hang at your side before you eventually decided to keep them crossed again.

clearing his throat, he opened his mouth but closed it again, unsure of what to say. you stared at him expectantly.

“para- no, y/n…” he wrung his hands together, “i can’t do this.”

“you can’t do what?”

“i can’t be away from you.” his answer was timid, quiet, so faint that you shouldn’t have heard it, but you did. loud and clear.

you opened your mouth to speak but he didn’t give you a chance to.

“i couldn’t get you out of my head. you’ve never even been to my house but everything there reminds me of you. the letters, the plates. and when i thought about you moving on and finding another person… i… i hated it. i hated the thought of it. i don’t want to be replaced. and i don’t want anyone to replace you. everything we did together, everything we could do together, i want it to be with you. i only want you.”

he paused to smile bitterly.

“i thought that by breaking up with you, i’d let you be free and that i wouldn’t chain you here. your dreams, i have no right to take them away from you, but please…”

tears blurred your vision and you hoped he couldn’t tell that you were close to crying again, to giving in. focusing on the light above you, you willed them not to fall, to push through just a few more minutes.

“you feel like home, y/n. like my… my paradise.”

you choked back a sob.

“i can’t lose that. can we… try us again?”

tagging @iwaso bc i luv u

post-notes: open ending on purpose :3 hope this was good :,)

reblogs/comments are appreciated! <3

#hqlabels #hq shelf #hq!angst #haikyuu x reader #tendou x reader #tendou angst #tendou x reader angst #tendou satori x reader #tendou satori angst #haikyuu angst #haikyuu x reader angst #tw: food #tw: food mention #cw: food #cw: food mention #shinwoo

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christinaroseandrews · 9 months

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Relevant to my life right now...

What I wouldn't give for a carrot or an apple.

#this is my life #jello #meme all the things #colonoscopy #because possible cancer #like I needed more cancer #three was enough thank you #I don't need more #I am so sick of jello #and broth #and juice #cw: medical stuff #cw: restricted diet #cw: food mention

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katia-dreamer · 11 months

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Top 5 tasty little snackies?

SNACKS!!!

ice cream

2. chips

3. kettlecorn

4. black olives

5. popsicles/ pushpops/Italian ice (sorry i'm warm and really want something cold ATM) lol

Thanks, friend!!! <3

#katie answers things #cw: food mention #cw: food #food mention #food #awesome people

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runekeepershymnal · 1 year

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Spouse: "I have my chonky cat and my hot, soft wife-spouse-person...?! I like short and thicc, how many more clues do you need, Blue?!"

Me: "Jesus, fine, I'll buy the larger mayo next time."

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garaks-padded-bra · 8 months

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Was making food to bring over to my grandfather so i made him a little chicken pot pie (I know it looks like shit you need to be nice to me) and i cut out some letters in the pastry to spell out “Papa” for him, because that is what he is called, and i thought it would be Nice, but it backfired somehow and now i have to hand him a fucking fap pie. fuck my baka life

#food cw #food mention #listen i cant cook ok #its not pretty but it tasted nice

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kodicrome-212 · 10 months

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Just had Cocoa Puffs for the first time in my 17 years of life,

I don’t know what that cartoon bird is on about that shit sucks.

#shit post #cw: food mention

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rachaellawrites · 1 year

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Dipping Graham crackers in Nutella to try and recapture the joy of Dunkaroos

#Cw: food mention #It's genuinely delicious #I recommend trying it #And generally dipping anything in Nutella that you would dip in chocolate fondue

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greyeyedmonster-18 · 2 years

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the pact (pt. 2)

read part 1 here

what if james had been the only one to die on October 31st? what if Lily did as he said and took harry and ran?

sirius attempts to reconcile with the weight of raising james's kid(s) and the weight of doing this life without his best friend.

quick cw in there for loss of appetite/mentions of grief/depression

about 2k.

The tiny flat he had shared with Remus for the past two years had stopped feeling like home about 6 months ago as a dark storm brewed outside, and rain poured over their four walls., leaking through the ceiling. Sirius had started sleeping on the couch and Remus had stopped coming home altogether, blaming it on nights with the pack, when they both knew things were simply falling apart. The shower head was broken, the floorboards creaked, the windows didn’t shut all the way—the charm the tiny, rundown eyesore of a flat once had (similar to the way Remus’s socks on the floor and inability to make a decision had stolen Sirius’s heart once upon a time) disappeared in the blink of an eye. Which was perhaps a good thing. Because Sirius’s only home had ever really been James, and that was gone too. So it was astonishingly easy to move Lily and Harry into Number 12, a place he hated, a place he swore he would never go back to, after a few days of dusting, and clearing out the dark magic.

There was no place safer. Sirius knew that.

Take care of my kid, Sirius. Take care of Lily.

No one could come and go into Grimmauld Place as they pleased, even if they knew where it was, the house able to detect Black Magic and everyone else was unworthy. Yet Sirius was allowed to pass through the words, unworthy of the last name Black, unworthy of the title Godfather, James seeing the best and the brightest when there was nothing but broken.

Lily had unraveled entirely, laying in bed, unmoving as her husband on the floor of Godrics Hollow. The lights were kept off in her bedroom, and the faucets were left running by magic to mask the sound of tears and to wash away a stubborn grief stain left on the carpet. Sirius had gotten the dark magic out, a few charms here and there without breaking a sweat, but grief was a different beast entirely. Everywhere Sirius turned, there were still, lifeless bodies. Lily only moving to use the loo, or else down the nutrition Potions Sirius put at her bedside table three times a day to keep the baby healthy. Remus only moving for Order meetings, from his bedroom—their bedroom—to the dining room, to the kitchen, and back. It made Sirius roll his eyes, and he hated himself for it.

Lily who had ran.

Remus who had ran as well, using Harry and Lily as a pointed excuse to stay at Number 12 with Sirius when before he couldn’t have gotten far enough away. Using mourning as tool for separation between them, even after an olive branch made of bitten fingernails had been extended.

Sirius was surrounded by cowards, save a one and a half year old who was brave enough to cry. Brave enough to ask for things, for James, brave enough to say things out loud that no one else wanted to and feel his emotions when Sirius had to master how to shove them back down.

“Dada?” Harry asked, calming down from another fit of crying after breakfast, now sitting on Sirius’s lap, head, clutching Sirius’s hands with his own.

“He’s…not here, my love. I’m so sorry.”

“Mama?”

“Mama’s sleeping right now…” He managed, trying to conceal his tone for the benefit of his godson. In another life it would’ve been said with contempt and bitterness, Sirius closing the door to Lily’s bedroom after every check-in, shaking his head in dismay, and then almost immediately feeling guilty about it. Because it was an impossible choice. Sirius knew that, and there was Harry to think about.

Harry was mostly all he thought about these days, to keep his mind from going past the threshold of no return. To keep himself from reaching for a bottle the same way he did when Regulus died, or when Mr. and Mrs. Potter died.

But the worst part of Sirius…perhaps the part of him that cared more about James than anyone else in the entire world, including himself, thought Lily should’ve tried something. Maybe Harry would have been okay, from the vague ideas of Horcruxes being thrown around Order meetings now, something of a plan forming a little too late and Sirius bit his tongue then too. Rolled his eyes. Muttered under his breath. Excused himself to go check on Harry when Harry didn’t need to be checked. Maybe James would’ve stood a damn chance if someone was by his side, instead of leaving.

Cowardice never sat well with Sirius, and here he was in a house full of them.

“Dada?”

“I’m sorry,” Sirius muttered again, kissing Harry on top of the head, and this time, Harry’s face began to crumple, green eyes filling with tears. Sirius stood up immediately, knowing the quickest want to calm down a Potter was to keep moving.

James, let’s just…go for a walk, it can be a fast one, but I’m not running in these jeans. We’ll figure this out.

“Lets take a walk, mon petit amour…” Sirius paced rhythmically around the halls of Number 12 to the sound of his godsons cries, and the low hum of running water. Soon there would be another set of footsteps from Remus joining them, offering to take a shift with Harry, offering to start dinner, offering, offering, offering things he couldn’t fulfill.

Sirius climbed into bed that night after checking on Lily, and shutting off the faucets, making sure she took all the potions on the night table. Harry was sound asleep, for now, in his crib across the hall and Sirius watched him through the two-way mirror, Remus next to him.

“He’s not going anywhere…”

“You don’t know that,” Sirius responded, voice harsher than he intended it to be. Maybe.

“Baby…”

“What, Remus?”

“I don’t know…why you’re so mad…I know it’s what you tend to do instead of being—”

Sad.

“No, you don’t get to do that, save your fucking armchair psychiatry for someone who still has a fuck left to hear it,” Sirius said, putting the mirror down on the night stand and looking at Remus, “Don’t tell me how I’m supposed to feel about any of this because we know damn well that there’s a fucking baby in this and his mother isn’t—”

“She’s grieving.”

“And what am I? You think this is fun for me?”

Remus sighed, “I didn’t say that, Sirius.”

“And while we’re at it, don’t pretend that you know me. You’ve been… halfway across the fucking world for the past six months, longer maybe—”

“And where were you?” Remus asked back, “Like you were any closer.”

“Waiting for you.”

“Bullocks. That stopped too.”

Harrys cries started from down the hall and Sirius sighed, throwing the blankets off his lap and across the bed. Sirius had made a joke about it initially, how much Harry slept and how the parenting books he had read with James never mentioned the tiny traits that could be inherited. Sirius had laughed in the mornings, when James would call him through the mirror, anxiously dancing about waiting for his newborn to wake up, or his wife to wake up so he would have something to do. Now Harry slept an hour at a time, startling awake and screaming, calling for James and having Sirius come instead.

“I’ll see you in the morning…” Sirius muttered, grabbing his mirror.

“Bring him in here,” Remus sat up in bed as well.

“What?”

“Harry. Bring him in here.”

Sirius ran a hand over his hair, “Moons…I’m tired, I don’t—”

“You’re not doing this alone, baby, I don’t care how big of a tantrum you throw or how angry you are at me and the world for taking out your best friend,” Remus said firmly, “But I’m still here, or trying to be, and I know that doesn’t mean shit to you at the moment--"

"Don't put words in my mouth."

“Okay then bring Harry in here,” Remus repeated for the third time.

Moony’s it for you, I know it, mate. He’s been it for you since your first kiss. If you make it through this war, then you’ll make it through anything… Just say sorry. And give him that ring you picked out.

Sirius let out another sigh and left the bedroom.

Offerings.

Promises, promises, promises tying themselves in knots around every part of Sirius.

He picked Harry out of his crib, arms reaching out and gripping fistfuls of Sirius’s hair that he had forgotten to tie back.

“Shh, you’re okay, you’re okay,” Sirius soothed, running his hand over Harry’s back, kissing him on the side of the head. “Actually that’s not true at all, is it? No one’s okay…not Mama, not your Uncle Moony…not me,” Sirius admitted for the first time, pressing his cheek against Harry’s head as he rocked back and forth on his feet. To dampen the wails before walking down the hall, not wanting to disturb Lily. Not wanting to bother her. “I don’t know if we will be either…suppose that’s okay though. What do you say, babe, live a life that’s just okay? That might be the best I can do without your Dad.”

“Dada?”

“Yeah…suppose we try though…even if we’re a little sad…and a little mad? I’d be mad if I were you, babe. Stuck with me...” Sirius could feel Harry’s wet cheek in the crook of his neck and started moving out of the bedroom, down the hall, and into the big bedroom, with the big bed. Remus awake and waiting as promised.

“You came back.”

“You think I wouldn’t?”

“Lily, he’s been asking for you…” Sirius tried sitting at the foot of her bed.

“I know.”

“So…lets get up, shower, change—”

“This isn’t a we situation, Sirius, and I am tired.”

“And I’m not?”

“He was my husband.”

Sirius bit back the phrase on his tongue that sounded like and I loved him first in three different languages, choosing to put a hand on Lily’s shoulder instead. “He’s your son, and he’s asking for you. It’s been a month, Lils.”

“No it hasn’t-- your, your birthday?”

“Twenty-one really fucking sucked.”

“It’s…a month?” Lily rolled over, looking at Sirius bleary eyed.

“Just over.”

“I…what.” Red hair was in knots, Lily’s face thinner than it had been despite all the potions and the small meals Sirius had been bringing after having big meals left untouched. Pink nails that Lily always took such care to maintain, even in her early days of pregnancy when she was vomiting every morning and every night, chipped and broken and grown out. “The baby.”

“The baby,” Sirius confirmed, “This is a we situation.”

“James was supposed to be here. What am I going to do?”

“I’ve been asking myself the same thing and I haven’t found an answer. I’ll let you know if I do.”

“…How are you so…okay?”

I’m not. But someone had to be and it sure as hell wasn’t going to be you.

Every time Sirius wanted to yell at Lily, he heard James.

Every single time Sirius wanted to just rip the bedding off of Lily and dump her unceremoniously into the goddamn shower or drag her to a fucking Healers appointment, he heard James and a stupid fucking promise Sirius no longer wanted to keep.

He would rather it not be a we situation too.

But taking care of Lily, making sure her life was good, making sure she was okay was part of the pact. Even if he blamed her, with everything in his body, for not taking care of his best friend.

Sirius gave a weak smile, “It…gets easier,” he lied.

“There’s…hope?”

“Harry makes it feel like that.”

Lily sighed and sat up slowly, muscles weak from not moving for so long. “…Can you bring him here?”

continue to part 3

#the pact #sad sirius sunday #sirius black #harry potter #remus lupin #lily evans potter #james potter #cw: grief mention #cw: food mention

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