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brohood-assassins-imagines · 7 years

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Disney Movies

A/N: I don’t have a good explanation for this. I truly don’t. Forgive me, it’s 3 am and I wrote this in a single day and I know I have soulmates and a few other requests and fics to tend to. I’m too inconstant. I’m a big kid, what can you do?

Altaïr Ibn-La’Ahad

The Lion King! I’m sure Simba’s history and the talk about “who you are” would touch Altaïr’s apparently “cold and stoic” heart — but you know him well enough to tell apart the truth and what he tells others. He knows most of quotes and secretly memorized “The Circle of Life” accidentally, even though you could swear his favorite song was “Just Can’t Wait to Be King” — you found out when you woke up one morning and Altaïr was in the kitchen, brewing coffee and humming the song while he watched the steam rise up with a distant look. The movie has kinda turned into a comfort animation he turns to every once in a while just to keep the memory of the feeling he had when Simba climbed the rock and roared to claim his place as the king.

Ezio Auditore

Aladdin! What movie would be better fitting for Ezio than the history of a underdog who charms an upperclass girl — in this case, a princess — and they both fall in love? He has lots of feelings towards that movie, especially when it comes to the “hidden messages” in it about humility, love and friendship. The fact that Aladdin was his favorite Disney animation was never a secret, since he told you about that with a sheepish smile in one of your first dates and sang the chorus of “A Whole New World” just to prove a point. Ezio generally turns to that movie in cold and rainy days, when he can cuddle you and watch it together and play-sing his favorite song together.

Connor | Ratonhnhaké:ton

Brother Bear! Have you guys expected anything else? When he was younger, Connor decided that this was his favorite movie because he used to love bears — but came to adore it even more after he got old enough to understand how truly beautiful the movie is. As he matured, he could read through the lines and understand more about friendship, what it means to be family and love. Connor won’t admit it, but he can’t listen to “No Way Out” without feeling bad. It’s a movie that has a deep emotional connection to him, considering he lost his mother when still young, so when you are watching it together and it comes to the bit where Kenai tells the truth about Koda’s mother… You will see Connor flustered and tearing up because it’s too much.

Haytham Kenway

The Aristocats! Haytham is, clearly, a cat person. The narrative, despite being simple and “silly” in a certain way, was his first and favorite movie when he was a kid, so he holds it in a high regard. It took him some time to actually work it out and come to tell you which was his favorite movie and why. After some insistence he told you it was Aristocats because he “likes cats” — he’s a simple man, truly. Haytham will never come around to admit it, but he still knows some parts of the lyrics to “Everybody Wants to be a Cat” and if you stay for long enough around Edward, he’ll tell you about how flustered Haytham became when the butler tried to get rid of Duchess and her kitties. That’s when Haytham decided he’d never be taking you to any Kenway family dinners ever again.

Edward Kenway

Treasure Planet! Of course it would be treasure planet. Imagine how marveled Edward would be at the chance to sail into the space in a ship. He can relate in a certain way to the young Jim, with everyone trying to tell him what to do and how he should behave — ever since a young age, Edward knew he was having none of that. The sense of adventure he shares with the character when they’re looking for the spaceship, the eager gasp and look he gave the TV when the map opened up to lead the way to the treasure and, more importantly, when Jim solved the puzzle to where the treasure was hidden. When Edward matured, he could see the movie was more about camaraderie, long lasting friendships and a spark of a thing he couldn’t quite pin down; but he never let go of that movie.

Arno Dorian

The Beauty and The Beast! The story of a beautiful and king girl who ends up falling in love with a monster? Sign Arno the fuck up. Let’s not forget that the movie is also an old French tale, so Arno has been familiar with it his whole life. For him, it’s the way that Belle ends up understanding the Beast, seeing how he can be good despite frightening and the ill-tempered behavior. Arno has a romantic soul, so nothing better than a movie about the power of love, lessons about humility and kindness and, above all, a beautiful ending where the main characters stay together. Arno actually knows how to sing the main song, although he does it in French. If you want to see Arno melt and blush, just kiss his face during the ball scene between Belle and the prince. He has a soft spot for love stories.

Evie Frye

Mulan! Evie simply adores Mulan. It has been her favorite movie since forever, always competing with Jacob about what they’d watch — of course, she’d always pick the movies first. Even from a young age, Evie could understand the lessons about determination and courage that the movie passed, which is why she chose Mulan to be the movie she would love forever. There isn’t a particular song that Evie loves about the movie, but the bit that gets to her is when Mulan saves the Chinese Emperor. That’s when she decided that no one could tell her what or what not to do. After all, if Mulan could save an Empire, she could very well do the same or more.

Jacob Frye

Peter Pan! London? Flying away to a distant land with fairies and other kids who fight against pirates and never grow up? Please. Peter Pan was made for Jacob. He’d wait all day and even endure the silly movies Evie would put him through — he watched Mulan so many times that “Make a Man Out of You” was engraved into his brain. Since Evie was always around and a unending source of comfort when their father was away, he came to understand Wendy’s position about her siblings quite early — he would never forgive their father if he forced Evie and him to share separated rooms when younger, although his position changed with time. Jacob loved Peter Pan so much he longed for the day when his chance would appear, often leaving the bedroom window open, even during winter. You probably would come to find out this was Jacob’s favorite movie when Evie teased him about that and he blushed deeply at her, eyes widening and, believe it or not, words dying in his throat.

Desmond Miles

Hercules! Thinking about it, Hercules and Desmond share quite a lot of things — starting with: none of them actually asked for this. Ever since early, Desmond came to adore Hercules — he even managed to convince William to buy him a Pegasus plush at some point, a memory he left behind in his bedroom, much to his regret. With no reason at all, his favorite song ever was “I Won’t Say I’m in Love”, even though he can never remember the whole lyrics but the chorus. Desmond has probably asked you to watch Hercules more than a few times, just he could show how exactly how deeply he knew the quotes of the movie. In a very young age, Desmond came to understand about honor, nobility and the importance of choosing your own way, which eventually led him to bolt.

#assassin's creed #ezio auditore #connor kenway #altair ibn-la'ahad #jacob frye #evie frye #preferences #desmond miles #haytham kenway #arno dorian #edward kenway #i had plans for shay #his movie was gonna be mowgli but i never liked mowgli so #yeah sorry shay #i actually had to rewatch brother bear and treasure planet to write this #literally disney movies #i might do another one for pixar but i'm not sure #i'm sorry i'm trash

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greetthedawn · 7 years

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For those of you who have followed this story from the beginning (or those who have read through it recently) today is the 3rd anniversary of my little sister’s brain surgery! She’s doing great and has the green light from her neuro surgeon to live her life. Shout out to any Chiari Malformation survivors who may be reading this. I know second-hand how strong you are.

Enjoy chapter 10!

And I swear there’s a ghost on this island

And his hands, all covered in blood

And my wife inquired of understanding

But of course, my dear, you can’t

She said ‘how can I relate to somebody who doesn’t speak?’

I feel like I’m just treading water

Is it the same for you?

A month passed, and things changed on the island. After a very brief discussion with Mary during which they both immediately agreed on their course of action – a somewhat rare occurrence – Edward had extended an invitation to the Brotherhood to move their temporary base of operations to Great Inagua so that they could gather their bearings. Tulum was no longer safe, thanks to his own past errors. The first boatload of Assassins had arrived early that October morning, though most remained in the Yucatan until the details of their stay could be sorted. This would be their best chance of rebuilding the local Order to its former glory, back before he stuck his neck into the mix of things.

After settling some of his guests into their houses by the bay, Edward made his way back to the main house. He climbed the long stone staircase as was met with a sight that warmed his heart. Mary was seated at the table on the patio outside, drinking with some of their men as well as some of her old friends in the brotherhood. She was wearing her usual disguise as James Kidd. Though the Assassins were clued into her true identity, it was still best that the crew remain in the dark. All in the know had been warned to stay tight-lipped about. Her eyes caught his and he could see the smile in them that she kept from the rest of the world at the sight of him. He clapped her on the shoulder as he passed on his way to speak to Ah Tabai and Adéwalé, who were leaning on the banister as they surveyed their new home. It was a pleasure to see them both, especially his old quartermaster and friend.

“Gentlemen,” Edward greeted his old friends. “How do you find it here?”

“It will work for us,” Ah Tabai answered confidently. “But our goal must be to scatter our operations. To live and work among the people we protect, just as Altaïr Ibn-La’Ahad once counseled.”

Edward smiled and nodded. Mary had told him some about this Altaïr, a greatly respected forefather of their Order. He sounded like a wise man, one to be followed. Besides, Kenway had always found the bureaus… charming. The West Indies could benefit from more of them. “Well until that time comes, it’s yours as you see fit.”

Ah Tabai nodded gratefully, and as Edward was about to turn away, Adé injected, “Edward… Captain Woodes Rogers survived his wounds. He has since returned to England… shamed and in great debt, but not less a threat.”

That came as a shock. That that target’s end in Kingston had seemed rather… final. What a disappointment. And an irritation. He nodded understandingly to his former quartermaster. “I will finish that job when I eventually return. You have my word.” He parted then from his friends, perturbed by that news.

He strode over to the table and seated himself by his new quartermaster. “Evening, Kidd,” he greeted her.

She smiled and set down her bottle. “Kenway,” she returned.

He sat quietly for a moment, nervous to speak. The rest of the table seemed drunk and distracted, but he signaled for her to follow him to the garden anyway. They stood, and he took her hand as soon as they were around the corner and out of sight of their crew. They settled on a bench beneath the study window that looked out onto the grounds.

“What is it, Edward?” she asked, a puzzled expression gracing her face.

“Rogers,” he grunted. “He’s alive.”

Mary let out a frustrated growl, and her gaze bore into the ground. “Blast. I swore we had him. How did he escape?”

“That young couple that discovered us must have gotten there just moments too soon.” He hesitated to speak his true intentions. He hadn’t discussed this next step with her. The future. “Regardless, I’ve told the Mentor I’d take care of it… In London.”

Mary turned back to him, a small light of anger in her eyes. “You’re leaving?”

He nodded sheepishly. “Eventually, yes. That was always the plan. I… I’d be a hopeful man if you’d come with me.”

Sadness washed across her face and his heart sank into his boots. “Edward… I can’t. Not yet. I have business here. Rebuilding the Order. My daughter… I’m needed here.”

Edward nodded slowly, conflicted but understanding. He tried to swallow down his emotions. He couldn’t have her making her choices for his benefit. If she were ever to join him in England, he needed her to want it for herself. “And you’re needed with me, too. I won’t leave your side again, not if I can avoid it. Your business is mine as well.”

Mary looked confused again. “So you’re staying?”

He squeezed her hand too. “Your daughter is my first priority now. I won’t go anywhere unless I can take you with me, and I would never ask you to leave without her.”

She leaned in and kissed him. “Thank you, Edward. Give me a year. I’ll find her in the time, and next October we’ll sail for a new life in London.”

Joy swelled in his chest. He could see it, the life he’d always dreamed of. A comfortable life, influence, purpose, a strong woman by his side. For so many years he thought he’d have that in Great Inagua with Caroline. It was so different from the life that lay ahead of him, with Mary and the London Brotherhood.

He could wait a year to have that.

An image stuck him and he laughed. “How are we ever going to fit you into London society if we can’t get you in a dress?” He thought back to their raid on Kingston, and how she’d hated the green gown she’d robbed Contessa Ferraro of, along with her life.

She chuckled too. “Oh, how the women will gossip. Tessa Kenway, with her scars and trousers…”

His heart skipped. He hadn’t imagined she’d contemplated their future the way he had. “You… You’d take my last name?”

Her expression dropped when she realized what she’d said, but she recovered just as fast. “Well, wait and see where we’re at next year. But right now, I don’t want to be without you. So don’t make me change my mind…” she jabbed at him teasingly. “and we’ll talk about this in more detail when the time comes.”

He grinned broadly, his happiness threatening to choke him. “A year then. Deal.”

“Deal,” she agreed, sealing it with a kiss before leading him back to their friends.

“Sail ho!” a crewman shouted from the banister. “Coming into the port!”

The pair exchanged confused glances and darted forward. Indeed, a black flag peaked up from the horizon, bearing the assassin insignia.

“I didn’t think we were expecting anyone more today,” Edward puzzled.

“We’re not,” Mary confirmed, making her way toward the path to the port. He followed closely at her heels. They jogged down the hill and through the shanty town. Their footsteps on the dock echoed against the water below, and they paused at the end just as the ship pulled through the mouth of the cove. Her breath caught when she recognized it. “That’s Ikal’s vessel!”

He gave her a questioning glance, peering back at the ship trying to identify the Mayan man with the crooked nose among the crew on board. “I thought you didn’t get along with Ikal.”

“Aye, not exactly,” she confirmed. “We came to blows on more than one occasion, usually about your involvement with the Order,” she gave him a punctuating look to remind him again of all the trouble he’d caused for their brothers over the years. “But he knows the underbelly of Havana better than most.”

Edward caught on then. “He’s been helping you search for Torres’ correspondent.”

“Aye.” She looked like she wanted to leap into the water and meet the ship halfway.

He placed a hand on her back to keep her in place. Insecurities that he had shoved down and hidden away for months began to resurface. The past few weeks with Mary had been effortless, a dream. Confirming their love for each other had amplified every aspect of their relationship, both the good and the bad. When they fought, they nearly took the roof off the house, but they made up just as quickly and the times of peace and comfort between rows got longer and steadier with each reconciliation. In a way, being with her wasn’t much different than commanding the Jackdaw together had been. They came home to each other each night, made decisions as a unit, worked as a team to accomplish shared goals. But getting to be close to her while they did it all, getting to care for her and be cared for in return, it was a gift he didn’t take for granted. Their relationship had barely changed, but she’d changed his whole outlook on life. She gave him hope for the future.

He didn’t want to think it, and felt guilty for the thought of it crossing his mind, but this child could threaten all that. Her priorities as a parent would supersede her responsibilities to the crew, to the Assassins, to him. He didn’t have children, himself, and couldn’t possibly understand what it was like to be pulled in that many directions at once, so he was trying to have compassion for her. Besides, the Assassins worked as a unit in rearing the next generation, working as a village to care for the children of their brothers and sisters so that no man or woman would be restricted in carrying out their duties. He had even done some babysitting during his time training in Tulum the previous year. But this wasn’t just Mary’s child. It was another man’s as well. And he knew better than to hold an innocent girl’s parentage against her, but… She should have been his. He was loathe to think himself possessive over Mary’s womb, and knew she’d cut his throat without hesitation if he suggested he might be, but he wanted to cut it himself imagining that his mistakes may have cost him this as well, the chance to be that little girl’s father. If he’d sorted himself just a year sooner…

More than anything, he feared he wouldn’t be able to love this girl. That she would always stand as a representation of the damage he’d wrought in his youth.

If he couldn’t, Mary would never forgive him for it. I was just that: unforgiveable.

Minutes later, the vessel was docking. No sooner had they tied down than Ikal showed his face, climbing out from below deck. He noticed them and waved in acknowledgement, leaving them to wait in anticipation while he gave orders to his men before joining them on the dock.

The look he gave Edward was only slightly less disgusted than their last meeting at Anne’s funeral. “Kenway,” he gave a curt nod. “I heard of your victory over Torres. He was a wart on the face of a beautiful city. I’m not sad to see him gone.” Not exactly a thank you, but Edward returned the nod in an equally curt fashion. Most of the Brotherhood had warmed to him, but as it turned out some were more icy than others.

Ikal turned then to Mary and procured a letter from his coat. “This is your man. Inside is his name and address. That’s all I know. You’ll have to go from here on your own.”

Mary took the paper and held it almost reverently. “You’ve done me a great service, brother.”

“As you’ve done the order a great many, sister.” He spoke to her with respect, despite their obvious differences of opinion. “If you’ll excuse me, I have matters to address with the Mentor. Where can I find him?”

“He should be at the main house,” she answered. “We weren’t expecting you, but I’m sure he’ll be pleased to see you.”

Ikal bowed his head politely and excused himself.

Edward released the breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. “Well, he wasn’t entirely unpleasant.”

“I think you’ll find most people you disagree with aren’t inherently terribly people,” Mary countered, but her tone was distant and distracted. She fingered the paper and stared out across the water.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

“To open it?” she clarified. “No, I’ll wait until we reach cuba. To be with my daughter? I’ve been ready since I discovered I was pregnant. To be a mother? I’m not sure…”

“Well there’s only one way to answer that last one.” He placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Shall I tell the men to prepare for departure?”

“Aye, if they can be on the water by tomorrow, I’d like to be.” She smiled at him and her gaze trailed back toward the horizon, toward Havana. He squeezed her hand and turned to walk away, but she spoke again, stopping him. “We picked names, you know. Me and Anne.”

“Oh?” he asked, intrigued. “What were they?”

“Anne was so certain she was having a boy,” she recalled with a sad smile and a single laugh. “She wouldn’t even consider what she might name a girl. She was having a boy and his name would be Haytham. That was that.”

“Haytham,” Edward smiled too. “I like that name.”

“I did too,” she agreed, looking over to him with a thoughtful expression.

“What name did you choose, were you to have a boy?”

“Mark.” Her tone was sad. “After my late brother.”

“A strong name,” he affirmed. “But you had a girl. You never told me you’d named her. What did you choose for a daughter?”

She looked back across the water. “I named her Jennifer.”

Well, criminals and liars

Keep him in your cell as a privilege of mine

And I love the house that we live in

And I love you all too much

Song: Antichrist - The 1975

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storytimefromthecreed · 7 years

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Half Blood

(Part 10)

A dagger hit the tip of her ear and embedded itself in the outer paneling of a house with a twang. She turned, half expecting Haytham to have changed his mind and kill her himself, but found the leering, mad, green eyes of Alistair. He grinned.

Blood trickled down her neck, but she wouldn’t shrug it off. Alistair gave her a warning shot for a reason.

“What do you want to discuss?” She disengaged her hidden blades and crossed her arms. Alistair grabbed a dagger from his shoulder and twirled it between his fingers while he spoke.

“Who says I want to talk?”

“We both know you could’ve killed me just now, but you didn’t. What. Do. You. Want?”

Alistair chuckled, giving her his best puppy eyes. “You caught me. I do want something.” He grew serious, and placed his blade back. The madness momentarily left his eyes and he looked like the old Alistair again. “I need your help.”

But she couldn’t fall for it

“No.”

The madness returned and he smirked. “You didn’t even hear my proposal!”

“Death follows you around. I want no part of it.”

“You’re right, I’m a terrible person and I should leave you alone. How about this? I will, if you help me.”

“No.”

“Oh, I have to sweeten the pot, do I? How about I give you your freedom in exchange for this one, tiny, little favor.“

“Alistair, we both know you have no authority to do that. Leave me alone, or I’ll have to make you.”

But he didn’t take her threat seriously. Instead, he placed a finger on his chin, and thought aloud, “I could turn myself in and get those stuffy, old Assassins off your back. You get to return to your throne and Altaïr’s bloodline will continue, everyone wins!”

“And all I have to do is give you the Apple?” She raised a brow. He couldn’t be serious! There was no way Alistair was close to the Apple, so that was good. If left her time to find it herself. He must’ve been desperate to turn to her. Desperate Alistair was dangerous, but she could manipulate him. She just had to play it smart.

“How do you even know if I can find the Apple?”

“You’re a descendant of the Great Altaïr! How can you not!” Alistair threw his hands up and exclaimed. Taken aback by his outburst, he sighed and massaged the bridge of his nose, trying to compose himself. In a much more cheerful tone, he said, “I know you can do it. That’s what they were training you for, right? You and your siblings, spread around the world in search of the Pieces of Eden. I just need you to do what you were trained to do.”

“And give you the Apple?” She scoffed. “Just try to kill me already.” She released her blades, but he took the dagger strap off his shoulder and left it on the ground. He then took off his hidden blades, and raised his arms.

“Kill me if you wish, but I’m your best bet to freedom.“

“I’m not giving you the Apple, Alistair!”

“Fine!” His eyes looked a bit more evil, if that was at all possible. “Then let’s do this. Either you get me the Apple, or I start killing people. Starting with that Native you’ve been hanging around with.”

“You leave him out of this. This is about our people and our problems.”

“They’re about to be Connor’s problems too. Haytham has allowed me free reign of the Colonies, and he’s not too keen on his son right now.” She knew it! (Y/N) tried not to let the anger show, but she couldn’t help it. Alistair saw it and laughed.

“I know, I know. I’ve been a bad boy.”

“You almost got your partner killed yesterday. How do you feel about that?”

“The same with everything else, I feel nothing. That’s your weakness. Get me that Apple, or I will tear through your friends quickly, with innocents are after that. All that blood is on your hands. Get. Me. That. Apple.”

“Connor can handle himself against you.”

“Sure, against me he can. But how many Assassins can he take down, do you think? He was always so emotional. I honestly don’t see what you see in him. Maybe when I cut him open, I’ll find it.”

“If you harm him-”

“Yeah yeah, you’ll kill me. I’m shaking. Listen, I’m willing to pay respect, but the others? Well, their mad at what you’ve done to our people, leaving like that. I can’t control them. Just get me that Apple, and we’ll leave. Come on, (Y/N), we both know the Apple isn’t even the strongest Piece.”

“Then why do you want it!?”

“Are you seriously going to let people die because you just don’t want me to have it?!”

Their voices echoed, and she looked around. The streets were winding down after the day, families were having dinner and getting ready for bed, and this was not the best place for Alistair to lose his temper.

“I’ll try.” She said.

“What?” He sneered.

“I’ll try, ok? But you don’t touch Connor, none of your people do, and no one dies. Understood?”

“I’ll do my best.”

“No Alistair, give me your word.” She growled, and he sighed, bending over to retrieve his things as their conversation was done.

“Fine. You have my word that no one will touch your precious Connor and no one will die.” He extended a hand. “Now your word.”

Standing strong and true, she walked over to him and took his hand in a strong shake. He pulled her close to him, his eyes flashed, and his breath touched her face. Panic took her for a moment. This is it, she thought, expecting to feel the cool touch of steel and hot pain in her stomach. Instead, he smiled and said.

“Just like old times, partner.”

••••

Months passed.

Rumors told of a weapon on the battlefield. A few drinks in some tired soldiers combined with time got her this information, and she was off the Virginia. Soldiers heard tell of this object, some calling it a trinket while others were calling it a dream, that the generals had found in battle. No one knew where it came from or where it went, but one person swore on their mother’s life that it could be found in Virginia.

“Washington snatched it up, he did.” The man slurred.

“And how would you know about the goings ons in the General’s tent?” Another said.

“He’s just looking for attention.” Said another, and they drank. (Y/N) retreated into the night, having what she needed.

••••

Working with Alistair was easy, it was something she’d done her whole life and something she didn’t like being comfortable with. He allowed her space and privacy to work, he gave her any information he acquired, and he even stopped killing people to get on her good side.

Washington rode into the forest, checking over his shoulder every few feet. He wouldn’t see her, she thought as she leapt branch from branch, keeping up with him. Thank you, Connor. Washington entered into a clearing, and leapt off his horse. Whoever he was selling to would be dangerous, there could be henchmen she couldn’t see, and there could very well be a fight to the death. She undid her blades and watched.

Washington was too far away for her to hear his exact words, but she could hear his voice. He was frightened, and his body tensed. He reached into his coat with unsteady hands, and withdrew a rag in his palm. The object underneath was circular, and she could already see a warm, golden glow radiating from it. Her eyes found the buyer and her body tensed to leap.

Did that outfit look familiar?

And when did his hair grow back?

Connor extended a hand, and Washington looked between it and the Apple.

“Connor, no!” She leapt from her place in the trees. Connor whirled to look at her, confused, and Washington looked spooked. He dropped the Apple, Connor’s hand was still outstretched, and she was close to them. She could see the brown of his eyes, and the way his briefly smiled when he saw it was her. That smile fell when he saw the fear on her face, and he looked at the Apple.

Then everything went black.

••••

“(Y/N).” The voice was distant and her vision was blurry as she came too. “(Y/N)?” The voice was concerned.

When her vision cleared, though it was still shakey, she could see the ceiling, it was brown and falling apart. The smell of smoke and dust infiltrated her nose, and green eyes peered down at her.

“Habibi, are you ok?” Alistair asked.

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