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"comrade in arms" yeah i bet he was in your arms. every night. fruit

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um sorry for moaning when you stabbed me. it's been a really long time since anyone touched me like that

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WHAT ARE YOUR MUSE’S AESTHETICS ?

BOLD any which apply to your muse

(Italicize borderline things.)

REPOST ! Feel free to ADD to the list !

red // orange // yellow // green // blue // purple // pink // black // white // brown // beige // silver // gold // copper // iron // steel // platinum // diamond // pearl // ruby // sapphire // emerald // amethyst // quartz // lapis lazuli // peridot // heat // cold // fire // ice // water // air // earth // metal // lightning // thunder // wind // clouds // rain // mist // steam // dewdrops // rainbow // snow // frost // claws // talons // beak // fangs // teeth // wings // fur // feathers // scales // nude // messy hair // lips // smiles // eyes // hands // stripes // spots // blotches // freckles // grass // leaves // bark // roots // nuts // berries // petals // thorns // rose // lavender // poppy // daisy // lily // tulip // palm trees // fungi // decay // dirt // dust // sand // clay // mud // ash // smoke // charcoal // lava // stone // rocks // pebbles // brick // rust // lace // leather // silk // velvet // denim // cotton // wool // sun // moon // full moon // new moon // crescent moon // eclipse // stars // constellations // day // night // sunlight // moonlight // dusk // dawn // midnight // twilight // light // dark // time // space // antimatter // winter // spring // summer // fall // sugar // salt // spices // herbs // minerals // glass // porcelain // mirrors // wood // bone // candles // papers // books // tomes // scrolls // poetry // sketches // photos // paint // filing cabinets // cigarettes // cigars // coffee // tea // hard liquor // beer // wine // candy // meat // fish // vegetables // fruits // glitter // bubbles // ocean // waves //

river // lake // stream // mountain // cliff // cave // valley // city // cars // smog // neon // skyscrapers // countryside // farms // hay // bruises // scratches // scars // blood // sweat // tears // dreams // technology // wires // glitches // pixels // hacking // espionage // distortion // digital // analog // clocks // phone // video games // television // synthetic // plastic // silicone // clothes // rags // robes // t-shirt // jeans // sweaters // trench coats // uniforms // slacks // shorts // lingerie // dresses // skirts // lanyards // hats // rings // bracelets // necklaces // earrings // piercings // unlaced boots // heels // sneakers // canine // feline // mammals // birds // reptiles // amphibians // insects // arachnids // swords // longswords // cutlass // rapier // claymore // dagger // knife // spear // scythe // bow // arrows // staff // bat // club // hammer // axe // mace // scimitar // kukri // katana // whip // flail // shield // spikes // pistol // assault rifle // shotgun // SMGs // machine-gun // sniper rifles // cannons // grenades // C4 / phosphor // religion // mythology // churches // symbols // angels // demons // otherworldly // heaven // hell // purgatory // afterlife // resurrection // holiness // purity // impurity // life // death // graveyards // nature // spirits // souls // medicine // needles // chemicals // science // superheroes // dragons // wyverns // unicorns // pegasi // griffins // phoenix // nymphs // mermaids // werewolves // vampires // manticore // chimaera // basilisks // piano // violin // cello // electric guitar // clarinet // flute // drums // triangle // harp // xylophone // singing // choir

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Lucio watched him ponder his words in silence. Lian’s sort of confused aura flitted between worried and what Lucio could only describe as ‘determined’.

The coolness of his fingers squeeze once more when his eyes fall to his lap. A soft smile rests on Lucio’s features. He could tell. The other could sense his slight disappointment. But Lucio didn’t want him to take it to heart or be upset over it! Nothing wrong with taking your time! Especially with as old and inhuman a creature he was.

It did perplex him slightly though. Most people didn’t have the strength to reject him as many times as Lian seemed to.

That is- until lips meet his own. A small surprised noise catching in his throat.

It feels a bit clumsy in its rushed nature- but still sweet nonetheless. His own lips press back gently. Another small surge of giddiness is felt on the air between them when Lucio pulls away with a quiet wet pop.

Normally, Lucio would pursue, would instantly continue into hearing things up. But instead, he only presses another kiss to the other’s lips. As closed mouthed as the first. He would only reciprocate, didn’t want to go too fast with him. Let Lian set the boundary.

He was okay to let it go. Lucio knew Lian liked to move at a snails pace. Hell, after all, they'd known each other for a few years now. And despite Lucio showing interest and him being a rather 'irresistible' type of person, this was the first time they'd touched in a manner one could see as 'romantic'. Lian was a strong willed one that's for sure. Honestly? Lucio was kinda starting to wonder what he was doing wrong. Or maybe his powers just didn't work on him. He's never encountered that before but he supposed it wasn't disproven or out of the realm of possibility.

His question though, takes him a bit off guard.

"Hmm?" Lucio questions, the cursor idly hovering over the movie.

"Disappointed? No, of course not babe. Don't you worry your pretty little head about it. Holding hands is lovely, it's nice to feel the warmth. Though- I will apologize that my hands must seem a bit icy compared to yours."

What was he supposed to do? Say yes?! Tell him about how his dick had been throbbing all day thinking about that dream this morning? It'd be rude, and insensitive. Most especially since it's not like that's what they planned in the first place.

His tone is indeed genuine, truly he wouldn't push something that wasn't asked for.

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[ eat ] — my muse gives your muse oral

KINKY / ROUGH  SMUT  PROMPTS

"Fuck- ahhh keep going~"

He moans as he watches her head bob up and down in his lap, her throat taking his cock so well. The tight warmth really putting him on edge.

Those foggy grey eyes are heavily lidded as he watches her, head lolling to the side lazily. One of his hands run through her silky hair.

"Good.... girl..." He praises, encouraging her to keep her pace and depth.

'Lucio' truly hated just how she ensnared him. How perfect she was. It almost felt planned sometimes. Though right now, all he could think about was filling all those pretty holes of hers and making her cry for him.

The hand in her hair grips firmly at the base of her skull and forces her up and down. Practically using her face now. His breathing is rapid and his cock occasionally throbs against her tongue. Close.... so close...

"I'm gonna cum- fuck- I'm gonna-"

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He softly chuckles in amusement when she squeezes his hand tightly. Head shaking 'no' even as his own dark thoughts grow more tempting and frontward in his mind. Her defiant little huff only confirms his suspicions.

His kisses trail idly along her throat.

"Shameful!" He teases giddily, "I think you would like that- wouldn't you? I could feel you get excited when I mentioned letting my friends listen to ya cumming on me again. Slut~"

Lucio's fingers dig deep inside of her- emphasizing. Though his mouth rests now against her cheek.

"Return the favor?" He questions mischievously, "How you gonna return the favor, babe? Tell me."

He was doing a good job at keeping her dumb, too. Just the right amount of sensation and praise to keep her right on the edge and dopey with his whisper-light movements that only grew pronounced when he was talking. There was, of course, a noticable clench around his buried fingers when he threatened her with a good time and she squeezed her thighs together, though she quickly shook her head as if she didn't want that. Just picturing him holding her phone in one hand while working her over again and again while someone listened to her cries...

How mortifying. It was already going to be horrible talking to her manager as is, especially after she had just been praised for becoming a more mature musician.

But the exhibitionist in her ...

No. Bad Spoons. Don't encourage him

He suggested they stop and she let out a bratty huff through her nose along with a whine.

"Not gonna let me return the favor?"

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He was okay to let it go. Lucio knew Lian liked to move at a snails pace. Hell, after all, they'd known each other for a few years now. And despite Lucio showing interest and him being a rather 'irresistible' type of person, this was the first time they'd touched in a manner one could see as 'romantic'. Lian was a strong willed one that's for sure. Honestly? Lucio was kinda starting to wonder what he was doing wrong. Or maybe his powers just didn't work on him. He's never encountered that before but he supposed it wasn't disproven or out of the realm of possibility.

His question though, takes him a bit off guard.

"Hmm?" Lucio questions, the cursor idly hovering over the movie.

"Disappointed? No, of course not babe. Don't you worry your pretty little head about it. Holding hands is lovely, it's nice to feel the warmth. Though- I will apologize that my hands must seem a bit icy compared to yours."

What was he supposed to do? Say yes?! Tell him about how his dick had been throbbing all day thinking about that dream this morning? It'd be rude, and insensitive. Most especially since it's not like that's what they planned in the first place.

His tone is indeed genuine, truly he wouldn't push something that wasn't asked for.

It was clearly visible on Lucio's face that something had changed. The mischievous glimmer in the red of his irises had faded and made way for something else. Was it disappointment?

But Lian's focus fell on their hands, which were touching, even interlocking, as lovers do, a gentle squeeze following. It felt warm, familiar warmth shot into the last fiber of his body.

Still… Lian watched as Lucio picked up the remote again and zapped through a few movies. He couldn't answer his question as to whether he knew the movie 'Labyrinth', because he was very keen to find out something else.

Without letting go of his hand, Lian straightened up, sitting on his knees to turn in Lucio's direction, his whole being and attention focused on him.

“Are you disappointed?”

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She's silent, just staring at him for quite a long moment. Long enough to make Lucio's eyebrow raise just a tad bit further as she considers it. Was he really that interested to cause he such a crisis?

He grins, namely to himself at his own thoughts. She collects them yet has none to show?

But then she points to her face. A jagged cut nearby her eye. His head tilts at her with a scoff before rolling his eyes slightly.

"Wow," He chuckles, "What a cop out. But okay- fine. Very cool. I guess I wasn't obligated to tell you about mine, so you're not obligated to tell me about yours. But I'm interested if you feel like spinning the tale. Otherwise, I don't have many more to show you I'm afraid."

Brows furrowed as her arms crossed over her chest, considering his question. It seemed only fair to provide an equal exchange, yet none of her visible or accessible scars were all that interesting... Scrapes and a small, barely visible mark in her wrist, from some long forgotten operation in her youth, seemed unlikely to entertain, so after a long moment's consideration, Celia simply shrugged and raised a hand to gesture at the ragged cut barely missing her eye.

"Is this not satisfactory?" The answer seemed obvious, but it was worth a shot to avoid the mild embarrassment of baring skin to a stranger.

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What Color Character Are You?

ORANGE

Orange characters are charismatic and talented. They push themselves to be the best at everything they put their mind to, and get upset when they can’t meet their own standards. They tend to be prodigies, seeming almost superhuman in their genius or abilities, but they often base their self-worth off of how well they can perform, making them feel isolated from the others around them. While most people see orange characters as cocky and self-absorbed, they are actually quite insecure in themselves. They want attention and validation from others, but because of their faux confidence and the constant (and often somewhat empty) praise from the people around them, the people that are truly closest to them often withhold it from them. This often leads them to push themselves beyond their limits to succeed and/or act out in unhealthy and self-destructive ways, in an effort to get some kind of recognition. These characters seek to impress, and have a hard time telling praise from love. They have a constant need to be the hero, in whatever context that means for them. These characters usually have a sense of humor and wit that can tend to flatter themselves (although much of what they say is rooted in truth), but it’s contrasting to some of their more self-deprecating natures. They can be serious loners, since they isolate themselves from others in an attempt to protect themselves. Although they would never admit it, they crave acceptance and belonging. Others generally don’t see this, because orange characters are loathe to admit weakness and build up defenses by making it clear that they don’t care what others think, although they do. In childhood, it is likely that their parental figures were either absent or abusive, often holding them up to high standards while not providing enough positive reinforcement. Other characters need to treat orange characters not as an annoyance, or give up on them quickly, but to make it clear that they are willing to love and support them regardless of how useful they can be, and to voice compliments where they are due.

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His fingers are purposely gentle, knowing that too rough would be overstimulating and painful. And he wanted nothing more in this world, in their bubble, than for her to be pleased with him.

Though... from the way her eyes seemed to stay shut, he can't help but wonder if she was sleepy. It was cute, watching her flushed face flit between that relaxed almost sleepy look to eyebrows furrowing and biting her lip in focus. His expression, however, is soft when he does manage to pull himself away from her chest with a soft wet pop. Kisses and his slithering tongue trail over the curves and swell of her breast and across her collar. Huffing as teeth scrape her throat accidentally in his passionate littering of affection.

Her hips buck into his hand- and his ring finger slowly working in and out of her is joined by his middle. Coaxing a new wave of arousal that he fantasizes even in that moment of sliding his cock into. A very real possibility that has him over the moon. Breathing into her neck- groaning low and gravely to her ear.

"Fuck- let me hear those pretty noises you make."

Another kiss is pressed to her throat before he adjusts. Holding himself up through pure will and strength so his free hand encourages her, slinking under her head and putting his hand on the back of her shoulder. Rolling her to face him, his knee lifting her leg over his. Sliding it up over his hip. Luckily narrowly avoiding the bites, but he was sure it still burned some.

His fingers curl inside her pumping purposely against her most sensitive spots. The arm around her back holds her close against him. His mouth closing on hers, his tongue pushing past her lips. Sinking her into his lead. His kisses are deep- his breathing becoming heavy as each curl of his fingers illicits a squelch of her folds around his knuckles.

"Laura," His voice is warm, wanting, and adoring as his eyes never leave her face, "Touch me. My entirety is yours."

heavy eyelids struggle to stay open even as they hold his gaze - until he moves to disrobe and Laura gives in to the floating sensation derived from a mixture of exhaustion, pain, and satisfaction. the quick press of his lips against hers almost seems to bring her back to the present, lashes fluttering softly with anticipatory breaths catching in her throat, but it's not until he speaks again that she provides any audible acknowledgement.

his certainty and the movement of his fingertips, the brush of skin against her own, sensitive and still slick, elicits a quiet whine.

"please -" the softest plea escapes before she tugs her bottom lip inward, teasing it with her teeth as though she might find relief there... with every careful thrust of his fingers, however, it became harder to focus on any amount of willful restraint, and she cannot help the sudden gasp that releases her own as his lips closed over her breast, her hips bucking into his hand.

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Lucio can feel the heat of the other's skin through his clothes where they touched. Could smell his blood just beyond the surface of his skin. It would be nicer if he could stop thinking about just having a little taste. But- he could keep it together. Couldn't ruin the moment. Worst comes to worst, there's a cooler in his trunk with an emergency stash of blood bags.

The tension that had taken Lian was stony. And it didn't take his powers to feel it either. The other almost looked like he had rigor mortis. It makes that smile widen just slightly further.

The sputtering was not uncommon for these sorts of moments for Lian, and Lucio wouldn't grow tired of watching him stumble over words and intentions. Eyes barely glance to the other's open palm, then back up to his eyes.

After the day he'd had, he couldn't say he wasn't slightly disappointed. But- that was Lian for you. Endearing with his satisfaction at merely brushing fingers. He really was a product of his time wasn't he? Was his shoes being off offensive?

The mischief in his features softens to the point of disappearing. Leaving soft warmth- the intensity between them fizzling. Truly, the fault was within himself. He understood that for most- new lovers or just soft affections were exciting. He's just been alive too long. Or maybe he just didn't feel anything at all.

Cool fingertips lay in Lian's palm, spreading to each finger before falling between. A slight squeeze.

"Sure, babe. Fine by me."

He picks up the remote once more before leaning back into the couch. Their bodies barely pressed against one another.

Hmm.

Lucio brings up the search bar and types in a few unavailable films. The thumb on the held hand idly rubbing Lian's. Happy enough for any contact at all.

"Ya ever seen 'Labyrinth'? Feels like it'd be up your alley."

There was no need to answer Lucio's question about whether he wanted him closer, because Lucio obviously already knew the answer himself, moving closer without any hesitation.

For Lian, this answered a few more important questions that were buzzing around in his head, especially when the other made no move to give him even a second to breathe. His leg pressed against his, their shoulders closer together than ever before.

Lian could feel his breath, his low voice in his ear, giving him goose bumps all over his back. His hands had clenched into fists on his lap from the tension that had gripped his body. But not for long.

When he turned his head, looking directly into Lucio's red eyes, he didn't think his cheeks could turn an even darker color. He had never been this close to him before. Sitting in his lap? The idea alone almost made his head explode. "I... uh... " He averted his eyes, unable to withstand the other's gaze for long.

Then his hands relaxed, slowly turning one over, presenting his palm to Lucio. It was an invitation to hold it.

But shortly afterwards, more questions popped up. Was the gesture too gentle? Did Lucio have something completely different in mind? “Let's start with... that?” Carefully, Lian raised his eyes again, hoping for a positive reaction.

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Continued from here.

A smile creeps across his face as he rises up. Gun in hand, he’s relaxed.  He’s not here for violence, not yet. “Miss you? Cicero, you think too highly of yourself. I never miss you, never will.” There was some thinly veiled threat in that response somewhere. Ares started walking, his eyes on Cicero, watching the other with cautious intensity. Despite his insults, Ares knew Cicero was so much more than he appeared to be. After all, he’s Frumentarii. They were gifted, skilled and cunning in their trade. Funny to think, Cicero would have been at home at Langley. If he was around in those days. “Frankly, I’m surprised you’re even alive. Yet, you disappoint me.”

"And yet here you are- admitting to seeking me out. Yet backtracking- embarrassed to admit it. You've either come for a fight cause you're bored or you've come to seek out singular company. And while I'm flattered- really I only think of you as a friend."

He's teasing, a smirk arising on his own features. What really went on in the ghoul's head was beyond him. Their moods seemed to be just as sporadic as his own sometimes.

"Or are you just so senile you've forgotten your way or what you seek?"

Cicero legitimately can't help but wonder what Ares of all people was doing out wandering this way. Head hunting? Was it his time? His sharp eyes glance to the rifle he held in his hand.

"You're one to talk. Shouldn't you be attacking random passersby by now? Teeth a-gnashin' and clawin'? Regardless- I'm not exactly biting my nails worried about your 'disappointment', ghoul."

Despite the apparent hostility between them, Cicero's tone seems a bit light. He enjoyed Ares' bickering with him from time to time. Both prodding- seeing just what gets under the other's skin. Neither relenting very often.

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Lucio is doing his best to be polite in using the actual fastens of Archer's clothes. Despite the fact they looked like they could crumble off of him given the slightest touch anyway. He didn't want to rip them from him and evoke any sort of distress.

So he takes it slow, nice and easy as he unbuttons his shirt and carefully peels it away.

He wasn't gonna lie, Archer still looked like shit. Death warmed over. (Not that that wasn't what they were in the first place.) Though it wasn't as bad as when he first arrived, it certainly was a different type of gruesome. It would be itchy and ugly and painful for a little while yet.

Though, seeing Archer's fist clench and hearing him hiss resonated with him. Lucio himself remembers how it felt when they buried him upright in a tomb. How eventually his bones started snapping in his legs- how his skin tore and festered from being forgotten. Lack of eating was all it had taken. Let alone the thrashing that Archer had taken.

So... he did what he could do for him. Archer may feel a slight sensation of tingling and sedation- but otherwise, the pain would be far lessened. He can't imagine how the water will feel if he'd let him just raw dog it. Regardless of the very mild temperature Lucio had set for him.

"I know you do. It's... it's okay," He soothes, a hand patting the other's knee as gently as he can.

Fuck it. He's not even gonna bother with taking his pants off one leg at a time. Best to just get em off directly. Not that he'd ever have use of them again anyway. With a flick of his hand, his fingers become longer, darker, his nails growing into talons. Becoming monstrous and claw like. Carefully, he slices through his slacks. From cuff to hip, avoiding flesh.

"No worries, we'll get you new ones."

Lucio made the house sound like an art gallery and Archer was hooked. "I would quite enjoy that." He fluttered, already eager to get on his feet and explore. Though that budding excitement was curbed when he felt him brush the dirt off his cheek.

He pressed a few cold fingers to the spot. Now worried he had become unsightly in the presence of his lord. Yet that was why they were in the bathroom in the first place. He ran a hand through his hair to shake out more of the dirt. The white had been caked in mud so thickly he almost looked like his living self. A dirty blonde with rosey cheeks and hazel eyes. Not the corpse staring back at him in the mirror.

He jumped startled from his reflection as Lucio begins to undo the buttons of his shirt. His clothes had been torn to shreds from his Master's punishments and not much of it remained after his long rest in the coffin. While Lucio's care had helped the mortal wounds heal themselves, they had not closed completely. With the fabric peeling off the sensitive and fresh skin, Archer hissed softly in pain. It was nowhere near the pain he had suffered when he collapsed at his door. He did his best to restrain himself. Fingers curling in tightly against his fist. "I do... appreciate your care." He swallowed, not wanting Lucio's attitude to change because he appeared... ungrateful.

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[ tease ] — my muse teases your muse’s cock until they’re begging (NV Laura)

KINKY / ROUGH  SMUT  PROMPTS

Instant regret wreaks havoc on his nervous system. He'd insisted- asked her to tie his hands behind his back. And she'd agreed, both of them knowing that he didn't have the resolve to just let her go untouched. Perhaps she relished a bit in the way he squirmed. Unable to break free from the headboard she'd attached his arms to behind him.

His breaths come in shaky hitches and groans. His usual pallor tainted- blushed over in bright red as he finally seems to harbor some small amount of shame for the desperation he had for her. Cicero was typically never one to beg. Never had to.

But it was hard not to. Not when her tongue slid up the underside of his shaft. Her eyes watching him chew his lip- hips trying to meet her and failing. He'd been so close to cumming many times now. Each time, her mouth, hand, or pussy retracting just short. Resulting in his desperate keens and whining.

Last time, it resulted in feigned anger. His cursing really only causing her to laugh at his misery.

This time? His head throws back, cock throbbing against the cool air. Nothingness as she blows air onto him.

"Please- please fucking-" His arms are straining against his confines.

"I'll beg, I can be good. Please let me cum- I need you so bad..."

There are pained tears pricking the corners of his eyes as he rambles.

"I didn't mean what I said earlier baby- I'm sorry."

He knows she knows that he didn't. But it didn't stop him from trying to convince her anyway. Not when he was so desperate for release.

"Please please please-" His lips spill endless desperate whines. Desperate for her. Desperate get out of these binds so he can make her regret this.

Not that that wasn't the plan all along.

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Her stiffening didn't seem to discourage his very obvious stare. There's something strange about this woman- and he's not used to not being able to pinpoint exactly what it is.

And while he's not unused to women and men alike approaching him, he's definitely not used to them doing so whilst also seeming so displeased with him. What's her deal anyway?

'On my skin and on the page,' she says. Oh she's definitely a weird one.

"Oh yeah?" His tone is interested, lower half- all crossed legs, turn to her now. One steel toed dress shoe pointed at her, though not intentionally.

"You gonna show me one too then? Or was this more of a 'one sided' exchange?"

Gosh what a strange encounter! One of his pointed and black polished nails idly swirls the rim of his glass, while the other set of fingertips strum in his lap.

the weight of his gaze only made Celia stand straighter, an almost defensive scowl threatening to appear in the downward twitch of her lips.

"On my skin and on the page. The former often inform the latter, but seeing others is... helpful." of course, she rarely brought her sketchbook out with her, but a near picture-perfect memory assisted in the delay between her finding something new to recreate and the act of putting pencil to paper.

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*Lian rubs his face on Lucio's face like a cat*

"Hey hey hey-" He grins widely, letting the other show him some very bold affection. Quite different than what he's used to coming from Lian. He can't help but wonder-

"What's got you in such a good mood, hu?"

Truly, he was a bit taken off guard. Not that he'd really complain.

His own cheek presses into the other's. The warmth extremely pleasant for him.

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