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newtonsheffield · 2 years

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Hi Molly! Just want to let you know how grateful I am for you and your work. I’ve become an avid tumblr user because I can’t get enough of your commentary and little snippets. I’m so grateful for all the work you put into this fandom and everything you do is incredible. If you feel it’s time for you to retire, this whole fandom will support you, but know that you are amazing and we appreciate all the hard work you put in❤️❤️❤️

Anonymous asked:

Molly, I hope you don’t stop writing. I can’t imagine how difficult it is to be criticized for something you’re putting out there with love and enthusiasm and for free. But I hope the enjoyment you give to so many of us balances out the negativity at least a little. To me, your stories have been the balm to the show’s shitty handling of Kanthony and I can’t get enough of them. But if you do decide to step away, I understand and will always be grateful for the beautiful fics you’ve given us.

Anonymous asked:

Bestie! Please don't ever retire 😭😭😭 I would miss you too much ❤️❤️❤️

Anonymous asked:

The more your stories are great and the more you become popular, the more trolls will attack you out of jealousy. Take their complaints as a compliment.

Anonymous asked:

Hi Molly. So sorry to hear that you have been getting negative comments that made you maybe doubt how good your writing is.

Please know that there are people who love your stories. Your critics might have some valid points and it's also fine if they provide constructive criticism. However, despite all the flaws, your stories are amazing. I love your writing and fics, I will be honest I am not a fan of all of them but there are many that I adore. Some people might love the storieae I don't and vice versa. And that's okay, not every fic is for everyone. We can choose to read what we like and leave the others alone.

It's true that the fandom has amazing writers and we are blessed that they also love to write about our fav characters. But it's not a competition, all of you can continue to write and all of these writers, including you, bring something unique to the fandom. And there is space for everyone here.

So I am not sure if my rambling made any sense, but what I am trying to say is please do not stop writing just because some people do not like your stories. Heck, I say keep writing if it makes even one person happy, if it makes you happy.

Impatiently waiting for thenext update.

Love💗💗💗💗

P.S. Could you please give extra treatos to Greggy for just being adorable...

Anonymous asked:

Molly, you were kidding about retiring. Right? Right?? *starts sweating*

Okay, I'm just gonna answer these all at once and tie a bow around it so it's done.

I'm not planning on stopping at this point, No, but it is something that's crossing my mind more and more frequently.

I think the thing is, and what all Fic writer's feel is: There's a difference between constructive criticism and messages that say Hi I Don't like this. Just as there's a difference between Movies that are bad and Movies I am not interested in. I cannot abide Fast and Furious movies but I'm not telling people that like them that they're trash. There's a difference.

Not every AU I write is going to be for every person. This is an objective fact. And you're under no obligation to enjoy anything I write: What isn't necessary is commenting on it.

Fic Writers put a lot of time and energy into creating content that is free and accessible and with that comes a certain expectation that it's going to be of a slightly lower quality than a published work, because it's an amateur production. This is like expecting a hard hitting article on late stage capitalism from the Barbie magazine. It's not the space for it.

That's not to say there are not some amazing writers and writers that do write professionally posting on Ao3, of course there are. But expecting that from me, who has a Bachelor of Dental Surgery is... amazing writing just isn't going to come from me! I am a Barbie Magazine journalist. We must accept it.

Anyway, all this to say: Criticism can be constructive. Rudeness is not.

#molly's asks and answers

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inmyarmswrappedin · 4 years

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Matteo ranty thing please?

Hi anon 🍝 Okay, so! Matteo. For as much as I do like Matteo and I think he’s a great character and a great addition to the wider Skam universe, I also never had this instantaneous love at first sight that many Matteo fans had.

Like, I remember when the first Druck clip dropped and people were going WILD over this sleepy eyed stoner who all but sat on Jonas’ lap. I feel like, out of the first four Isak remakes (Lucas L, Martino, Shay and Matteo himself), people wanted his season the most because of that clip alone.

I remember one person who said that Matteo just looked like a Skam character, in the sense that as soon as he made his appearance they could perfectly imagine him at Nissen and in the world of Skam (as in the og). And I think there’s some of that, and also a certain je ne sais quoi about him, like Michelangelo Fortuzzi should be playing a whole roster of fragile young men who died too soon. (This was Leonardo di Caprio’s whole career until he grew out of those roles btw! I know Michi just LOVES Leo.)

For me personally, what I like about Matteo is that I think, while Druck’s writing is rather uneven, he lucked out and got the best character arc. You more or less can see how his relatively happy go lucky Jonas follower fell into a personal crisis and just stopped taking care of himself (physically and emotionally). And then he falls in love and he doesn’t get over his crisis FOR love, but rather feeling things strongly again, feeling GOOD about something or someone, makes him realize just how far gone he really was. And, by the end, he hasn’t figured things out yet, but he’s a lot happier. I can relate a lot to his not knowing what he wants to do, but not saying no to anything, giving things a chance: going on a hitchhiking trip, (making an attempt at) renovation, helping out with David’s movie, reconnecting with his mom and so on.

I also really like how deeply Matteo feels for David. My favorite thing about the scene where Matteo comes out to Jonas is that Jonas keeps trying to lighten the mood with jokes, but Matteo is like, “dude, you just don’t understand... how much I care for this guy, it’s all I can think about.” And of course Jonas takes a while to get it, because it’s just so unlikely, no? Here’s this scruffy guy who doesn’t seem to have any zest for life, his insta pic is literally him making a :6 face, his room has like two pics and a floating shelf as decoration, a memelord and a gamer, but when he talks about David it’s like... You get the feeling he’d be writing poetry if he knew how to go about it. I genuinely don’t get people who think the season didn’t establish why or how Matteo loves David.

I think David and Matteo are really well-matched, and they both bring out each other’s sillier side. I know Matteo is probably seen as the sillier of the two, but somehow, I feel like having this certainty that David gets him on a spiritual level, makes Matteo more confident and more likely to be a little shit. Like just knowing David is in his corner regarding Stefan, makes Matteo more likely to fuck with Stefan, for instance. In other words, rather than keeping Matteo on a leash, David enables Matteo, because David finds Matteo’s antics hilarious and great (even when he grumbles and pretends to be put off).

On a less positive note, I’ll say that Matteo’s internalized homophobia arc should’ve been written better (please stans of other remakes, do NOT take this as a compliment of how your fav remake wrote YOUR fav’s internalized homophobia arc because Matteo and Cris handled it the best all things considered lmaooo) and I really think the anxiety attack and sensory issues should’ve led to at the very least agreeing to see a therapist and get a diagnosis. But those are my major Matteo qualms, overall he’s one of the best Skams characters, and I like how specific he is. Imo a lot of Skams mains are a bit generic in order to maximize the amount of viewers who can relate to them, but Matteo is specific even at the cost of having plenty of viewers not relate to him or get him.

#ask #druck #matteo florenzi #brain vomit #Anonymous

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tigerdrop · 4 years

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ngl but you are legitimately one of my fav blogs around here i love your thoughts where are the 3 paragraphs you spared about benrey and gordons relationship unless u dont want to share it its ok anyway i just wanted to come on here to compliment you thats all

eheh ok well. heres an insane amount of words about Funy Half Life Characters

i mean like the thing i think about the most is how exactly they deal with, like, everything that Happened between them. like its benreys fault he got his arm cut off, man. even if (theoretically, in my personal headcanon) benrey doesnt exactly Grasp a lot of the shit he did that pissed gordon off (like ok taking the whole “what happened to your arm???” thing at face value, instead of as the (obvious) joke that it is? it makes me feel like he didnt understand the consequences of his actions as much as.....like.....somebody who Gets human shit would), they still gotta like talk about that shit eventually if they wanna get to know each other as anything more than enemies, or frenemies, or “dudes with a fragile detente in place who sometimes play video games and fuck”

and like.....i feel like the way benrey doesnt Get things isnt necessarily, like, entirely in good faith either......if that makes sense.....he seems like he deliberately doesnt Get things, and he can be kind of malicious about what he decides to wrap his head around and what he doesnt. like, hes deliberately obtuse, bu then sometimes hes actually obtuse, and i think that can be difficult to deal with as like......a real trait, instead of just a “haha funny improv character” trait.

his method of just completely dropping a topic if he doesnt know how to riff off it/make it funny (as an improv thing) is also something that is not super conducive to building a Real Relationship if you go full “death of the author” and interpret it as, just, not giving a shit about topics that dont interest him/are emotionally difficult

and gordon is like. Neurotic. hes anxious, hes depressed, hes got PTSD, hes graying at 27, etc. (okay like 2 of those things are just headcanons but whatever, they fit.) he probably isnt coping well with jack shit after black mesa! (and thats, yknow, how i write him.) before he can handle, like, a capital r-Relationship, he really needs to work on his own shit instead of fucking a dude with a massive crush on him. but, uhhh, too late, lmao. you work with what youve got. and, like, theres a lot of......working around each other that they would need to learn how to do if they ever wanted to be anything more than “friends with benefits who sometimes feel a certain way about each other”.

benreys got like that distinctly non-normative way of viewing the world and interacting with people (and, you know, i know that this is just a personal interpretation of an amalgam of behaviors primarily intended to be funny, but im already in this deep so why pretend like im not taking this a little seriously) and he also seems like he just gets a kick out of fucking with gordon.

and gordon thinks his off-beat behavior is so fucking funny, which is like, the foundation of why he likes benrey so much (and come on. weve all watched the same shit. weve all seen how much hes like “its not like im worried about benrey or anything but also oh god where the fuck is benrey”), but again, when theyre not, like, forced to be around each other by circumstance, that means that theyve actually gotta........learn to bend around each other. theyve gotta tear down whatever stupid acts theyre putting on and figure out how to just be Genuine with each other

and thats why i think it would take a good long while post-canon for them to figure each other out and really develop solid Feelings-feelings for each other. that shits hard. they clearly both like each other a lot but they also clearly love getting under each others skin (which is what i, personally, love about them). i like writing shit where theyre committing to the bit, right? putting on an act, playing the game.

being vulnerable is a lot fucking harder and thats why im starting that shit with benrey and gordon getting crossfaded and gordons Massive Emotional Repression being torn down and just letting all the bad feelings out. its gotta get worse before it gets better. benrey tried to kill him man. even if it may not have meant the same thing to benrey that it did to gordon, they still gotta, like, deal with it, man

anyway jesus christ im sorry this is way too long and probably doesnt even make sense but (shrug)

#asky #careposting

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swellwriting · 5 years

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LOVER 3/18

-Lover-

Bucky x Reader/ The Winter Soldier x Reader

A/N: This was so soft it almost killed me to write...the next chapter will be...not as soft. This song is by far my favourite off of the album (let me know what your fav song is plz) ALSO I should mention you do not need to be familiar with the song/ Album to read this!!!

Word Count: 3.2k Part 2 Series Masterlist Part 4

Warning: This chapter contains smut, though it is clearly marked where it stops and starts and is very easy to skip in case reading smut isn’t your thing! Look for the markers (~~~~~~~~~)!

You wake up confused, the feeling familiar by now, you lay in bed and stare up at the fluorescent lights, the same as the past few days. The pain is unbearable as if they are holding back on the pain meds, not only do they not trust you, they think you are here to do something wrong to Bucky, their Bucky. Now you start to think they want to hurt you, it’s like torture but not so obvious. Bruce comes every now and then and checks on your stitches, you should have healed by now, if it wasn’t for their stupid poison. The nurse barely comes near your room when you are awake, Bruce is the only one who checks on you, aside from Wanda and Nat, they are nice and you don't mind their company, but you wished you could leave, or that Winter would visit instead.

He is gentle though, Bruce, he has a kind heart, perhaps sympathetic and understanding towards being created and turned into a monster you can't control. You ask him for more painkillers, he tells you they only have regular ones, the higher strength ones are off sight, on backorder or whatever excuse he gets told by Tony to tell you this time.

A tear escapes your eyes and you bite down hard on your tongue trying to stop yourself from crying. You had been so far away from Winter for so long and now he was in the same building as you and he didn’t want you, trust you, love you. So the pain becomes overbearing, which says a lot about the strength of the poison versus your super-soldier serum.

You’re lying flat on the bed when someone knocks on the door, which you think is a bit silly since most people usually walk right in. Wanda waits a minute and then creaks the door open peaking in.

“Hey,” she says quietly and you sit up in the bed, fixing your pillows.

“Hi,” you reply, not trying to sound so bitter, just tired.

“So... as I mentioned the other day, my abilities. I want to use them to help you. It will be a very different method than how we helped Bucky but I think we can really dig deep into your memories, piece them together. And once Bucky warms up to the idea, we can do the same to him.” She explains calmly as she sits in a chair that she’s pulled up beside your bed. She doesn't make you get up, or move, she can tell you are in pain. She isn’t sure why Tony has them holding back your meds, maybe it’s a test.

“Okay, so how does this work?” You ask and she continues.

“I'm going to ask you to dig deep in your mind, we are going to start with a happy memory, preferably one about Bucky, something significant, whatever comes to mind. I am going to tune into your mind with my powers. It’s best to keep your eyes closed and stay focused. Don't focus on hiding things from me, or shying away from any memories for any reason.” She says sternly and you panic at the thought of her seeing everything you and Bucky did together...everything.

“The only downside is anyone who is nearby might also get the memories projected into their minds as well because I’m not great at controlling this power yet, so if you are willing to do this we can, but if you don't want to we don't have to.” She grabs your hand, she’s patient, she has these kind sad eyes and you wonder what causes that sadness.

“My memories have never really been just my own, and I’m past the point of caring. If you think this will help then I’m all in.” You almost say that you have nothing to hide, but then you realize you very much do. You have many memories of Winter, the thought of looking back on those specifically, having to share those with someone beside you and Winter hurts, it breaks your heart almost. Those memories, of you falling in love, the soft intimacy that was your life with him, behind the rough and tough scenes of your Hydra life.

You would rather those stay between you and Winter, but since Winter isn’t ...here right now… you have to accept letting someone else in, sharing them, a piece of your heart with a new friend isn’t so bad really. You just hope no one lingers in the hallways...spying on your mind. The thought sends a shiver down your spine.

“So once I have an understanding of your memories, the timeline, then I can go through Bucky’s mind and piece things together sort of if that makes sense. I’ll explain more if we can even get that far. Think of this as therapy sort of too, I can help you heal from your past traumas.”

“Sounds good enough to me, assuming he will cooperate.”

“He will eventually, he just needs time I think,” Wanda assures you and grabs your hand again.

You know that there is a two-way mirror in your room, they told you about it and the security cameras. You don't really care, you’re used to it, Hydra had the same set up on you, just a window instead of a mirror, at least now you can pretend no one is there.

On the other side of the mirror, Nat stands patiently, eager to learn more. Sam and Steve said they would stop by but didn’t care enough to stand there for the entire ...process? Bruce and most of the others stayed away, not wanting to get into your personal business. Nat was to report anything important to Tony because he obviously had better things to do.

Bucky was told he should come, that watching would maybe help him remember but he had said he wasn’t going to.

You close your eyes tight and try to think of a happy memory, you try to distract yourself and hope it works. Your mind plays over your dream from last night, going over the events so Wanda can see them and then it continues on, you quickly get lost in it.

After you admitted your love for him it took a long time for him to warm up to the thought, the idea of you and him.

The idea always seemed so far away, unrealistic, but it’s when you’re on a mission together in Paris, held up in a hotel room that his mindset changes drastically.

The mission is simple, and you’re unsure why they sent both you and Winter together, you had been told of this mission months ago. You were supposed to handle it alone, and a few others prior to this but every mission you went on Winter had been at your side. Perhaps the first mission going so wrong was the reason they hadn’t grown to trust you on your own.

There’s a highbrow event going on in the building across the street, you’re waiting for the target to arrive but the party has been postponed by four hours for “security reasons” which makes you laugh inside. Unless they can bulletproof the air between the limos and the door, their security is almost useless. The time change doesn't really matter either, whether it’s light or dark outside Winter is a perfect shot with a sniper. This just means you have some spare time alone, completely alone with him.

You’re sitting side by side on the 20th-floor balcony, with your backs pressed against the ledge, his fingers interlocked in yours, resting on your thigh. He holds your hand a lot now, ever since he first did when he brought you to that room with the windows. It’s simple but comforting. He has this nervous flicker in his eyes every time he holds your hands, his eyes travel from your hands intertwined, to your eyes to process your reaction and then he quickly looks away.

“I always wanted to go to Paris.” You admit after feeling the thought, the want come from deep within your subconscious.

“Really? Does it live up to its expectations.”

“Not really, this hotel room doesn't do it justice, I want to see everything, experience everything. But I guess just being here, and being here with you is good enough.” You say, you found he quite likes when you say nice things to him, about him, he likes compliments, lives for praise, what good soldier doesn't?

“Maybe we can live here one day,” he suggests and it’s so out of character for him, but he’s love drunk, he is hopeful for a future with you and it slips out before he can take it back and you’re off and running with it.

“That’d be nice, we could have a little place of our own, we could decorate it for Christmas time like that safehouse you mentioned in Washington, we could leave the Christmas lights up till January, it’d be our own house we could make the rules!” He nods, a wide smile on his face in agreement, you both sit in silence imagining the better life you both deserve.

There is a raw honesty that you bring out in him, his usual cold exterior melts around you and he can’t help himself but gush his feelings, they overwhelm him and he has to share.

“I feel like I’ve known you forever, we just fit so well. I feel like my whole life, the parts I remember and the ones I don't, have led to me meeting you.”

The confession makes your heart skip a beat. You move to sit on his lap as you lean your chest against his.

“We are a good team. I always wanna do missions with you, I wanna go where you go, I don’t wanna be apart from you for even a second,” you say quietly to him, your face so close to his he can feel your breath on his lips, your noses almost touching. He wants to kiss you, do so many other things but he also feels it might be too soon.

As he looks over your lips he thinks for a moment, this can wait until another time, a better time when he isn’t counting the minutes on the clock until he has to kill someone. But he doesn't know when a better time will be when they can be alone again like this, no hiding or sneaking around.

You are thinking about similar things. You want him, you need him now and you don't know when you’ll get another chance so you kiss his lips softly which seems to snap him from his thoughts. He quickly kisses back, his surprise fades quickly as he now focuses on the task at hand. His tongue slides into your mouth so expertly, his hand’s cup your cheeks and yours runs through his hair messing it up.

He is torn between never wanting to move and also wanting to pick you up and carry you to the bed that has loose bullets sitting on the soft satin covers. Since you’re on his laps it’s oh so easy for him to ultimately decide to lift you up, his hands grab your thighs as he stands on wobbly legs, nerves itching at his skin. He kneels against the edge of the bed, still holding you up as he uses his free hand to clear the bed and then gently place you down.

You say sweet things to him as you undress him, he hovers above you and smiles against your skin before he kisses it. You crane your neck to kiss up and along his jaw while you peel your own tight tac gear off as well, throwing your knife from your hip into the wall and sliding your gun across the floor. Your belt clicks as you take it off and he imagines being here with you on vacation instead, flowy dresses and champagne and flowers in your hair, no weapons or skin-tight tactical outfits.

~~~~~~~~~

He likes the thought of it and he’s mesmerized by his own ideas until he is stunningly brought back to reality. You have flipped positions, you on top of him straddling his calves, with your mouth on his cock. Your back is arched unbelievably and you look up at him with wicked eyes. HE grips the satin sheets in his hands almost ripping them as he tried to regain some composure, some control.

It’s rough and passionate until Winter flips you onto your back and kisses every inch of your skin he can reach, it’s a complete 180 in the mood. It’s loving and slow and sensual as butterflies fill your stomach. But at the same time a fight for power, two strong soldiers wanting to call the shots.

He climbs on top of you, spreading your legs with his knee and then sliding inside gently, he pushes in slowly, rhythmically like he has all the time in the world.

“Can we always be this close.” You whisper in his ear and he grunts a bit before answering back.

“Forever.”

You let out a high pitched moan, his featherlight touches setting your skin ablaze as he hits every spot deep within you. His kisses are soft on your lips and cheeks while his thrusts are deep and slow.

You thought he’d be more rash, more violent and rough with you given the nature of him, but you’re happily surprised to find him sweet and caring, a tentative lover that wants nothing more than to please you right now. Make you feel good.

“Win-Winter,” you stutter like a question but you have nothing to ask him. He replies by bringing his lips to yours, forceful but not rough in his motions, tounges melding together, mouth moving with each thrust as he kisses across your face like he can’t get enough of you.

It isn’t long before he feels himself nearing his end, he wraps his hands around you and under your back pulling you as tight against him as he can while still thrusting desperately into you. He comes with a grunt, his mouth pressed against the skin behind your ear, he continues to thrust into you, you feel the coil in your stomach tighten as you follow him into bliss, a comforting numbness washes over you and you try to revel the ethereal feeling of being held so tightly, slick skin on skin.

~~~~~~~~~

You lie like that for a while, his weight sort of crushing down on you but you don't complain, you completely forget about the target who could be arriving at the Gala downstairs at any moment. It’s somehow unimportant right now. Bucky for once is not concerned either, his brain isn’t short-circuiting at the thought of not following orders, a failed mission is worth staying here in your arms forever. You trace patterns lightly on his skin, trace the lines of his metal arm that feel cool on your fingertips. Somehow you both end up on your sides, still holding each other just as close.

“Promise me something?” You whisper, your lips brushing against his bare shoulder as you speak.

“Yeah?” He asks.

“You’re mine right, over everything else I have you?” You ask and you’re scared to ask such a defenceless question.

“Of course,” he quickly agrees, like it’s a small feat to admit that he puts you above Hydra, above everything he’s trained and been brainwashed to do. He’s not sure how he does it either. How you turn the cold soldier’s icy heart warm, how you make him defy his coding. And he feels just as bare. He wants more than anything to be completely candid with you. “If we could get married I’d marry you right now,” he says with full confidence.

“Really?” You ask and he feels your smile against his shoulder.

“Of course,” he repeats.

And with that, you leave his hold and kneel up on the bed, turning to face him. “I Spring, take thee, Winter, to be my, to be mine…” you trail off looking for a good word.

“Your Boyfriend, husband?” he asks, a shy smile on his face that makes him look like a handsome normal young man, if not for the moonlight glistening off his metal arm.

“No those are wrong, too formal and they sound like they don't fit. I like, I like something like. Lover.” She says it as if she’s still thinking but that one fits so well, she falls back down onto him, landing on his chest and then squirming up on the bed until her lips ar at the back of his ear, she kisses, sucking the skin and biting playfully before practically purring in his ear.

“Loverrr.”

Suddenly you snap out of your mind and are thrown back to the present with a pounding headache, tears brim your eyes and you gasp sitting forward. Wanda stands and takes your hands leaning closer to you. She appears lost for words.

“Spring I, that was... if I had any doubts before they would be completely gone. I can feel your heartbreak, your sadness. I can tell from what I saw that you really loved him.”

“Was that helpful?” You almost whisper.

“It’s a good start,” she says as she rubs her hands on your back, looking at the ceiling, trying to settle her own mind and emotions.

She continues to talk about other things, to distract you and calm your mind.

On the other side of the two-way mirror, Nat is sat with her hand covering her open mouth, clearly a bit shocked at the experience.

“That was…” She says and trails off shaking her head, to rid her mind of what she just saw.

“A lot,” Sam finishes for her. “I feel dirty for seeing that.”

Steve is quiet for a few minutes as he thinks over what he just saw. “She isn’t in love with The Winter Soldier, the one we faced. She’s in love with Bucky. The person we saw there was Bucky, a bit of the Bucky I used to know and a little bit of the Bucky we know now just sort of diluted.”

“They were both brainwashed to be perfect soldiers and somehow they still...managed to fall in love,” Nat says almost shaking her head in disbelief.

“So what now?” Sam asks unsure of where this puts them.

“I still don't 100% trust her, she’s been brainwashed before, for all we know those memories could be fake. We don't know the validity of them until Bucky can remember the same events if Wanda can find the same memories in his mind. But for now...I think she at least deserves to stop having her pain meds held back so she can heal properly. I'm going to talk to Tony.”

“So same time next week?” Sam jokes and Steve glares at him before they leave the room and go separate ways.

Part 4

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