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velidewrites · 1 year

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Remember, We're Madly In Love Chapter 2 will be up tomorrow! In the meantime, I thought I'd share a little snippet.

"You're the florist's son."

Tamlin nodded. "And you are the miner's daughter."

That took Feyre by surprise. She was sure they'd never met before—fairly certain, at the very least. How did he know?

In the end, it didn't really matter. They'd both soon be dead anyway. And so, her questions already forgotten, Feyre only shook her head. "I was."

Tamlin's emerald eyes were shadowed as he finally met her gaze, the first scrape of emotion she’d seen him show since his name was called out at the Reaping. "I'm sorry."

Feyre shrugged. "It happens." Often.

Silence fell again, accompanied only by the train's gentle hum, and she looked out to the passing fields, their green paling in comparison to Twelve's vibrant forests. Her heart clenched at the thought. She would never see those forests again.

Unfortunately, this wasn't the time to wallow in self-pity. The enemy was sitting right beside her, and the less miserable he saw her, the better.

"Do people really buy flowers in District Twelve?" Feyre asked, partly to stifle her curiosity, and partly to somehow fill this dreadful quiet.

Tamlin surveyed her with a long, unreadable stare before he said, "You’d be surprised how many people search for beauty in places where you’d least expect it."

Her mind travelled back home again, to the time when her family had enough food to spare money for simple things. Years ago, when she went out on errands and accidentally stumbled upon his father's shop. She'd bought a rose for Elain, then, its petals in full bloom and a light shade of pink.

As much as she hated to do so, Feyre had to agree with Tamlin. Elain's smile upon receiving the rose was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen.

#remember we're madly in love update #thank you to everyone who's been reading! i cherish you <3 #feysand fic #my writing

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whalyrae · 11 months

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PERFECT - ONE SHOT - M.JOON

Genre : fluff fluff fluff, a little of angst but it's a happy ending I promise !

Pairing : Minjoon my babies ♥

Word count : 1.4k

A/N : Hi hi ! No it's not an update for the old guard or dance with me ...!! I had this one shot I wrote years ago in french and I wanted to share it to my english readers ! Hope you'll like it !

I recommand to listen to Perfect by Ed Sheeran while reading it! :)

Also don't hesistate to follow me on twitter I follow back of course ! Let's be moots and friends ! ♥

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I found a love for me Darling just dive right in And follow my lead Well I found a boy beautiful and sweet I never knew you were the someone waiting for me 'Cause we were just kids when we fell in love…

The strings of the old acoustic guitar vibrated to the rhythm of the music imposed by the solitary musician. His deep, suave voice took over the music, while the lyrics flowed slowly, softly. A slight Korean accent betrayed his English accent. But this only added to the purity and uniqueness of this song. With his eyes closed, the musician let himself go, paying no attention to his environment - he always told him that what is essential is invisible to the eye.

Not knowing what it was I will not give you up this time But darling, just kiss me slow, your heart is all I own And in your eyes you're holding mine...

Sitting alone in a park, leaning against an old Japanese cherry tree in full bloom this autumn, he couldn't help seeing his face invade his mind as he sang this song. He knew for a fact that Ed Sheeran had always been his favourite singer, and that's why he'd learned it. He wanted to play it to him for his birthday, which happened to be today. But he wasn't there. Everything had gone wrong so quickly.

Baby,I'm dancing in the dark with you between my arms Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song When you said you looked a mess, I whispered under neath my breath But you heard it, darling, you look perfect tonight...

He danced in the dark. But an unbearable darkness. All he wanted to do was dance in the dark in his arms. But he was in the dark, alone, without him, without his arms. He was in a labyrinth of pain, regrets and memories that were only deepening the gaping hole in his heart. But despite everything, anyone would understand that he was madly in love. And that was why he was singing it on that balmy October evening. Even if he wasn't there with him, he still wanted to sing it.

Well I found a man, stronger than anyone I know He shares my dreams, I hope that someday I'll share his home£ I found a love, to carry more than just my secrets To carry love, to carry children of our own We are still kids, but we're so in love Fighting again stall odds I know we'll be alright this time Darling, just hold my hand Be my boy, I'll be your man I see my future in your eyes.

All his words described him so much. This song described them perfectly. They had known each other since the school sandbox. And as far as he could remember, the artist wanted to spend his life with him. At first, being young and innocent, no one interpreted this as love, and neither did the two protagonists. But as the years went by, the jealousy, attraction and feelings grew stronger and stronger. The more time passed, the more they fell in love with each other. Male or not, they didn't care; they always both believed that love had no appearance, no sex. In their eyes, love knew no boundaries.

And four years ago, one December evening, he took the first step, the musician kissed him, under the same Japanese cherry tree where he was at the moment. It had all been so beautiful, so perfect, so sweet. He would always remember the taste of her lips. And he would give anything to feel them against his own again, against his skin. Just as he wanted more than anything in the world to be able to feel her body against his again, to show him other than through words, how much he loved him.

Baby,I'm dancing in the dark, with you between my arms Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song When I saw you in that dress, looking so beautiful I don't deserve this, darling, you look perfect tonight...

Yes, he didn't deserve him. Unfortunately, his love wasn't enough: he had to be so clumsy, so awkward in his words and the way he acted towards others. All it took was one misinterpreted gesture on his part for him to think he didn't love him any more, that he'd found someone better. And he left, tears rolling down his slightly chubby cheeks that he loved kissing so much. They both thought they weren't good enough for each other, the younger one in particular. And yet for the singer, even a song like the one he was singing now wasn't even enough to say how madly in love he was with him.

A sob reached the singer's ear and he opened his eyes, without stopping his singing or his guitar. But he almost stopped when he saw him face to face, how long had he been listening to him? He hesitated to stop and take him in his arms, hating to see him in this state, but at the sight of his shining eyes staring at him, he straightened up and started again, his voice sounding more melodious, more powerful, a certain gentleness having been added when he plunged his gaze into his. Because now he wasn't singing just for himself, but for the man in front of him, his soul mate, his better half.

Baby,I'm dancing in the dark, with you between my arms Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song I have faith in what I see Now I know I have met an angel in person And he looks perfect I don't deserve this You look perfect tonight.

Slowly, the younger man moved closer to the man with the guitar, running a hand through his blond hair, something he did when he was embarrassed, making the guitarist smile softly. As soon as he caught sight of him, all his pain and aches dissipated, and all negative feelings disappeared from his being, as they did every time he was in the company of the younger man.

The song came to an end, and the melody stopped. The musician placed his guitar against the tree trunk and approached the youngest, only a few millimeters away. The young blond hid his face in his hands, crying his eyes out, apologizing several times between sobs. “Joonie…”

The man called Joonie gently grabbed his younger's wrists, letting him see his beautiful face. His slightly rounded cheeks were now covered in a light pink tinge, making him all the more adorable. Without waiting, the brunet took his angel in his arms, hugging him with all his strength. Being smaller than Namjoon, the blond laid his head against his chest, his sobs starting up again as he felt his elder's arms around him, his warmth invading him. He felt all the more guilty because he'd almost never felt that way again, and God, he'd rather die than not feel Namjoon next to him.

“Calm down Love,” the dark-haired man whispered softly against his shoulder, “it's down to me to apologize…”

The blond shook his head, disagreeing with his words. It was his own fault, he'd always been a bit melodramatic around the edges, but like everything else, it was something Namjoon loved about him. But his last words warmed his heart with a gentle warmth that only the guitarist could provide.

Slowly, the younger raised his head, gazing into the musician's eyes. The musician placed both hands on his cheeks, wiping away the traces of tears, his thumbs gently caressing them. He let out a small sigh of relief, having missed the warmth of Namjoon's protective hands.

“Hyung,” said the blond shyly, “will you sing it for me again?”

Namjun's lips stretched, a tender smile taking place on the face the blonde loved so much. Slowly, he broke the space between them and placed his lips on his. A simple kiss was all it took to make the other understand the boundless love he had for him. The two lovers closed their eyes, enjoying this moment as the most precious of all, for more than four years of their relationship. A moment that would remain engraved in their memories forever.

“Of course, Jimin,” Namjoon murmured softly against his lips, “I'll sing it to you as many times as you like.”

#bts #aly's writing #bangtan #fanfiction #minjoon #namjoon #kim namjoon #jimin #park jimin #english #bts fanfiction #fluff #angst with a happy ending #angst with a fluffy ending

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webcrawler3000 · 7 months

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femmeidiot · 3 years

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I don't know if you remember or care but I'm the anon dating the Welsh farmer and uhh I'm madly in love with him and we're moving in together and he laughs at my jokes

Yessssss I remember you I love these updates literally so much I love your love I’m so happy for you 🥲

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obserfdom · 5 years

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False God, Kaylor's New Anthem

False God - the sexiest part of the album, Lover, (similar to the flirtatious Dress in Reputation) to me personally, has a intriguing meaning. I have searched the web to see what analyses so far regarding the lyrics. Nothing much, mostly saying that it is about Joe Alwyn. Okay, let's debunk this one. 'Cause I also know that Kaylors have an interpretation from the gay's angle.

I think, I can speak on both perspectives, since I've been in both. I once married, however my biggest love life relationship was with woman. So, I am really curious to know, in what angle did Taylor actually write this song.

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We were crazy to think. Crazy to think that "this" could work -> okay, since almost everyone out there agree that FG about love/relationship, so "this" referring to Taylor relationship (lover).

Now, don't you think it kinda strange that Taylor having a doubt about her relationship with Joe? I mean, she was 27th when she first met Joe & with enough experiences in relationship already, not to mention Joe is also coming from almost the same background, apart from different country and Joe gained celebrity status from the cinematic industry, but still I mean, what is so crazy about starting a "heteronormative" relationship like that?

Unless... she was talking about a "different kind" of relationship - something, which in general, still being perceived as 'abnormal'...

Hmmm, interesting.

But wait, there's another way to translate it, that somehow during that moment she was having an existential crisis. She questioned a lot of thing: the meaning of being celebrity i.e. she worked so hard to pursue her dream whilst at the same time she was devastated by the facts that people whom she thought once friends, stabbed her from the back - or that strangers would start to belittle & mocking her for everything - she had trust issue, she started losing confidence, she hold grudge, she was in emotional turbulance (these loosely translation based on her interviews).

Hence: she thought to drag someone to her "crazy" world would be tenacious.

Remember how I said I'd die for you? --> seems like she was really madly in love here

We were stupid to jump --> yet they've decided to taste the water anyhow

In the ocean separating us. Remember how I'd fly to you?

--> ok, again, this does fit Joe. Cause taking it in literal sense, then it probably about her had to fly back n forth US-UK.

However, Karlie still fits the role as well, I think, since they both doing a busy life, mostly continental apart.

Whoever it was for, metaphorically speaking it is about how she was making a sacrifice for the relationship to work.

And I can't talk to you when you're like this

--> later we would comprehend that Taylor was talking about a moment when her and lover had some feud. When she restrospected how during the couple-fight, her beau would:

Staring out the window

(I imagine her beau stood still, in silence, gazed through the window) avoiding to look her in the face, thus she thought:

like I'm not your favorite town

!!! What is her beau fave town?

I'm New York City

(yeah, baby!) And whose fav city is New York? Karlie Kloss!

"Well, Joe can also regard NYC as his fave city..." True - but, Taylor wouldn't be writing something that has no common reference to it. I've googled Joe's city preference and came out with null results. While as for Karlie Kloss, almost everywhere - you can find her boasting around about how much she loves NYC. As a matter of fact - she was the one who convinced Taylor to move to NYC in 2014 (and Taylor has been in love to the city, since).

Furthermore the next lyrics kinda congruent to the above speculation:

I still do it for you, babe

--> "I moved to NYC still staying here to date because of you." See, it still a close referrence to Karlie.

Can you come out with different translation that lead to Joe, instead? If you do, please let me know in the comment.

They all warned us about times like this. They say the road gets hard and you get lost

--> this one is really interesting. We all know Joe and Taylor still together and that Taylor somehow bragging about how happy in relationship she is now. But here as if like her saying that 'something happened to the couple' in FG story. Something big and terrible - something that might cause them to split/break apart.

And she kinda blame, the reason why it happened cause:

When you're led by blind faith. Blind faith

--> what is the meaning of "blind faith" in term of falling in love? Yes, when you are so in love that you are willing to do anything to retain or to be in it. You disregard everything, cause you are so drunk inside the pool of love, lust, altogether. You become 'blind'.

Ok, let's speak in het point a view, first - do you think, you see a magical spark when seeing Joe with Taylor out and about? Hard to tell? Okay, fair enough.

But here, an excerpt from Rolling Stone interview:

Her paused after accentuated the word "if"... to me is her showing hesitation even doubt to the idea of having a family.

Kinda weird coming from her current public image in Lover Era where she continue asserting how happy she is and how seems like, she has found the love of her life.

Further in FG she asserted that she is madly in love with someone whom she willing to die for - to fly across ocean for - so much intoxicated by love as if like having a blind faith!

Unless... the love of her life which she depicted in FG is...

in which because of that, for her to think of the ideas of: 'to be together, be a family'; would be a crazy notion and hard to imagine.

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Yet, she also made it clear in FG, despite the odd, she was not ready to release the idea of 'stick together for good', because she thought there is still possibility that:

(But) we might just get away with it

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The following lyrics to me, kinda raw and blatant:

Religion's in your lips. Even if it's a false god. We'd still worship.

(We might just get away with it)

The altar is my hips.

Lips & hips -> you imagine anything? (Lol).

Why False God? Clearly, she still talking about love:

Even if it's a false god. We'd still worship this love.

So in another word, Taylor using False God as a metaphor for passionate love she was experiencing with someone.

But why False God?

My take using gay perspective: is because we know how most religions condemn homosexuality. So with probably her involved in the same sex relationship, which would be considered sin or false by many, this probably her way of saying: "I don't care. I have all the rights to love whomever I want to love, regardless what society in heterenormative world would think!"

I know heaven's a thing. I go there when you touch me, honey. Hell is when I fight with you. But we can patch it up good. Make confessions and we're begging for forgiveness. Got the wine for you.

In general sense, the narrative here is about normal things happen in relationship. It's about having differences inside romance - a fight, a quarrel- then "kiss and make up".

But again, it is interesting how she chose the religious term like 'hell' and 'heaven' to equate her romantic endeavours.

This can't stop me from thinking that she actually is talking about sacred-secret love which against religious belief.

(Again, her way in saying: "I don't care your heaven or hell! I have my own, in this love-life story of mine!").

I would also like to re-iterate: "Got the wine for you" - seemingly her 'make up' sentence for her beau. But it is interesting to think about her chosen word "wine" there. It could mean literally that they both do love wine or...

"intimate love" - ok very much correlated. Yet further from the same source (wiki), wine (alcohol in general) often perceived as "evil".

So in which way, Taylor denoted "wine"? If its in devilish way, yes, then it is another mockery from her to religious dogma as if like saying: "I don't mind being perceived as evil. Me and lover will continue doing what we are doing!"

And you can't talk to me when I'm like this. Daring you to leave me just so I can try and scare you.

Hehe, so woman, don't you think? ;)

You're the West Village. You still do it for me, babe.

A shout out to Kaylors on this. Cause west village in literal meaning is a place where Karlie once lived.

Is there any other meaning for West Village? Yes, a big maybe. But unfortunately, I couldn't find any. Perhaps, you can dig on that and tell me later?

Finally, when come back to:

They all warned us about times like this. They say the road gets hard and you get lost

--> if we persevere with Karlie's scenario - then one could imagine this depiction is perfectly suitable to the Kaylors conspiracy theory.

How we speculated that their relationship in trouble - they chose to beard for their career sake - beside continue "behind the scene" with their LOVE that worthy eternal worshipping.

Sounds too delusional?

Perhaps. But since it is still a blank space, one owns a prerogative to write things accordingly. And False God is a love letter from Taylor Swift to Karlie Kloss? I'd say ameen to that!

xxx

Update: Joe Alwyn Fave City (thank you @dodsdmr for this info)

#kaylors #kaylor #debunking kaylor #joe alwyn #karlie kloss #album lover #lover era #taylor swift #false god #taylor lyrics #false god meaning #false god lyrics analysis #taylor swift's song analysis #swifties

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ashtonssdrumsticks-blog · 6 years

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Broken Pieces

hello im actually feeling this so im gonna keep going with it! yolo ya feel? also, sorry if the chapters are short at first... i haven't written in a long time anyway uwu peace // update just changed the name im #soz

DISCLAIMER!!

-luke uses vulgar terms! its the way he acts in the story!

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Chapter 1

"What the FUCK are you doing here?" my jaw hung low to the floor.

"Im moving back in, silly!" Luna said as she moved her excessive purple suitcase across my floor, leaving a clean scratch in my freshly waxed wood floors.

"Wh-what?" I managed to stutter out, still in shock at the sight of my crazy '"ex". I say "ex" because she isnt really my ex. I just fucked her a couple of times and she fell madly in love. Couldn't say I did the same thing. She only lived with me because I needed help with paying for my apartment while I was struggling with cash.

"Didnt you miss me, daddy?" she said while making a pouty face.

"Shut the fuck up whore and get the hell out of my apartment" I spat, making sure to empathize 'whore'.

"Remember when I used to make you call me that when we would f-" she almost finished her sentence but I was too overwhelmed to let her finish.

"I said leave."

"No can do, baby. We're going to have so much fun!" she dropped what she had in her hands and started walking around the apartment, touching things. I stared in awe, I dont know why she thinks she can do this. To help you understand further, heres a little backstory.

Horny 19 year old Luke wanted pussy. Hit up the club. Saw her. Wanted her. Fucked her. Went home. Fucked her more times. Spent all my money on alcohol and drugs. she moved in. We fucked more. Regained money. Kicked her out. Fucked more and more. Met the love of my lif-

"Hey baby... dont you think we could use more plates?" she walked out of the kitchen and looked down the hall at me, holding 2 plates up to her face, frowning. I looked back at her, in actual disbelief that she thinks shes staying.

"Why would I have more than two plates if its just ME who's living here..." I said, trying to give her a hint.

"Well if each person gets two plates... make it four!" she said cheerfully, while she skipped back into the kitchen. I could feel the anger filling up inside of me.

"You were nothing but a fuck. Why do you think you can live with me like we are married?" I spat at her as soon as I walked into the kitchen, gagging at the thought of being married to such a pathetic slut.

"I lived with you once... and you know, we had so much fun," she said while moving her eyebrows up and down at me. What a disgusting sight. "Also everyone

and their mother knows about your little sad love story and how that tramp broke your heart, so im just here to help you, baby." she added with a devilish grin. Her words cut like a fucking knife. She walked into my life when I didn't ask her too and she thinks she has the right to call the love of my- Iv- HER a tramp. I snapped.

"Get. The. Fuck. Out. Cunt." I spat at her while I held in my tears. She really didnt seem fazed at all while she licked the remaining peanut butter off her fingers she decided to dig into and headed up to the second floor.

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kiokokrunch · 5 years

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My miracle gave birth to another miracle...

November 22 at 11 in the evening when I arrived at SPMC right after I found out sofia was rushed into. My friends noticed that I was acting nonplussed so they accompanied me there until 5am. I even tried to calm myself by smoking but at the same time I prayed and promised I'll quit smoking in return of wanting sofia and her baby would be in best condition they should have and because I can't bare to go home without any update so I waited patiently.

On the 23rd day of November 2018 at 2:10 in the afternoon last friday, a 2.210 kg brave little man was born and the 39hrs of waiting to let us see him was worth every second.

It was 25th of same month at 2:41in the morning when I first saw him and couldn't contain the happiness I felt because I prayed everything that may possible happen when sofia was still in the delivery room.

November 26, 2018 at 7:41 in the evening, finally! they were allowed to go home.

To sofia jane,

Mahal, I may not know what you exactly have gone through during your labor time but for me you are the bravest. I wanted to tell you how proud I am to you every single time. Eversince the day you told me you are going to have a baby, you always got me. Remember the day I promised you that I'll be staying around if ever the day baby would want to come out so even if we're not communicating this past few weeks, I kept that promise and rushed into you and whenever I feel you need me, despite the time or whatever I was doing or who Im with, I always find myself coming for you near or far. My goal is to always keep you happy in the best way that I can even you don't ask because my love for you knows no condition. Thank you for still choosing to live for khylle thats why he came out a strong healthy baby eventhough he lack weeks. You know how much I love you and always been proud telling everyone that you are the person I truly, madly, deeply in love with.

To Khylle Ezekiel,

Hey little champ! Just like your mama, you both living proof that love at first sight exist. You did it baby boy! Thank you for not making your mama suffered too much while you are still in her tummy. You maybe can't read this now but I hope you can be able to see this and before you start changing and growing before our very eyes there are few things I want you to know, I have already cherished and loved you before your existence and those feelings have multiplied tenfold. I have melt each coo you make and fall deeper everytime you rest your tiny head on our my chest. I hope I would be able to meet you by the time you can have your own understanding. You are your mama's knight and shining armour you take care of your mama because she deserves everything in the world. I can't wait to play with you. I want you to also know that I love your mama with all my heart. She is the strongest woman I know. And you, you are the best treasure we ever had. I love you, champ!

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velidewrites · 1 year

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Chapter 4 of Remember, We're Madly in Love will be out tomorrow and it's the last one before the Hunger Games officially begin. In the meantime, here's a snippet!

The boy from Four had beautiful eyes, a shade of blue-green Feyre hadn’t even known existed before she came to the Capitol. His hair was a striking white, braided back and glistening under the bright stage lights. It reminded Feyre of seafoam—the same kind she’d once seen on the holo news about the District’s fishing shipment struggles over the winter. The livestock shipments from Ten had already been restricted, and Feyre vividly remembered her mother’s face when the news came on. Her blue-grey eyes, the same ones Feyre and Nesta had, dimmed as she sat down. She hadn’t said a word until the following day.

Tarquin’s smile was kind and gentle, though his gaze betrayed wariness as he patiently waited for the audience to settle. Beside him, Helion Spellcleaver took his seat, his golden suit glittering so bright Feyre had to squint despite watching through the backstage screen.

“I must say, Tarquin, you look absolutely spectacular tonight,” the host told him.

Tarquin’s head cocked to the side. “Not nearly as spectacular as you, Helion,” he drawled.

Helion’s smile widened. “Well, I’ve lived here longer.”

The audience erupted in laughter, and Feyre finally understood—understood just how important his role was in this whole game. Helion was entertaining, to be sure, and the Capitol seemed to be eating right out of the palm of his hand, but there was a purpose to his shining persona and arsenal of wit. He was there to help them—to give each Tribute a chance at gaining the interest of those that could keep them alive.

Feyre sighed. All the wit in the world wouldn’t make the sponsors like her, no matter how much of it Helion had at his disposal. Once she opened her mouth, all they would see was the Star of the Capitol extinguished.

#remember we're madly in love update #feysand

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