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holygirlforjesus ยท 4 months ago
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God knows youโ€™re tired. He knows youโ€™re trying. Put him first, Trust him Heโ€™ll make a way.
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lauralutkica ยท 5 months ago
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โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ โ‹†โ‹… โ™ฐ โ‹…โ‹† โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ ๐˜‘๐˜ฐ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฏ 3 โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ โ‹†โ‹… โ™ฐ โ‹…โ‹† โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€
โ™ฑ16โ™ฑ ๐˜๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜Ž๐˜ฐ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜จ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜š๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ, ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฎ ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฉ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฏ๐˜ข๐˜ญ ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ง๐˜ฆ.โœž
โ™ฑ17โ™ฑ ๐˜๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜Ž๐˜ฐ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜š๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ, ๐˜ฃ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜จ๐˜ฉ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฎ.โœž
โ™ฑ18โ™ฑ ๐˜ž๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฎ ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ, ๐˜ฃ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ด ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜บ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜Ž๐˜ฐ๐˜ฅโ€™๐˜ด ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜š๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ.โœž
โ™ฑ19โ™ฑ ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ต: ๐˜“๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ, ๐˜ฃ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ช๐˜ณ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ๐˜ด ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ญ.โœž
โ™ฑ20โ™ฑ ๐˜Œ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ญ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต, ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ช๐˜ณ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ๐˜ด ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฆ๐˜น๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ.โœž
โ™ฑ21โ™ฑ ๐˜‰๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ฃ๐˜บ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต, ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜Ž๐˜ฐ๐˜ฅ.โœž
โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ โ‹†โ‹… โ™ฐ โ‹…โ‹† โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ ๐˜‘๐˜ฐ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฏ 3 โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ โ‹†โ‹… โ™ฐ โ‹…โ‹† โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€
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dahliakbs ยท 10 months ago
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Random Ideas I've Had For Batfam
Writer's block is the only reason I've yet to post any of them
1) Idol! Reader x Batfam
This is one of my newest ones, where basically the reader would be a tired, overworked idol in an industry full of talent. Their attention span would be that of a goldfish so in order for batfam to get them to actually relax and take some time off (which they can't do any of that but whatever) the batfam would use their attention span against them.
Leading them away slowly but surely from the toxic idol life and instead trying to get them back into the real world.
2) Batfam x Reader - The bats are from a different universe
Where basically reader lives in a universe where heroes don't exist and one day they phase into reality. Coming out of nowhere and for some reason no one is questioning a single thing.
Almost everyone you know has these alrmtered memories of those vigilantes or villains and you just can't seem to understand how the world changed so drastically over night.
You somehow gain their attention, you know from nearly freaking out every time their in your proximity (as vigilantes) or when you start noticing the questionable things occurring in your universe
Like ripples in time, or holes in the ground that when looking inside of it lead to another universe. The world eventually ends with only you and the vigilantes being left and you start to put it all together.
(Basically its kinda was supposed to be like Rick and Morty, where if they destroy their own universe they just skip to another one and in the end they end up having to take the reader with them)
3) Batfam x Five Hargreeves! Reader
Long and short of the story, your an overworked sidekick. Batman seems to have this idea that your the key, that your powers would be extremely useful in his nightly crusades so he trains you. Day after day your worked to the bone and then you snap.
Why can all the other kid sidekicks get to live their lives as normally as possible but your stuck training day after day to do something you don't even want to do? Your muscles are screaming and your on the verge of passing out from all the strain your training had on your body so when your desperate, tired mind comes up with a way to put all of this to a stop you decide to do it.
You use your powers to send yourself into the future, thinking that it will permanently separate you from your daily hell... and it did, just not how you were expecting it to.
(Then basically you return to the past and in the same body you left in with the mission of saving the world, the batfam slowly uncover your secrets and after a while confront you about it.) Like about how you were an assassin
4) Damian Wayne x Child! Reader
Funny idea I got from a tiktok audio where reader is a church girl and they meet Damian during morning mass. He's covered in blood, clearly looks like he'll jump at the next thing that moves in his peripheral but your a kid, you don't care.
You immediately become friends (that's how you see it in your mind) sneaking him out of the church while your parents aren't looking because he asked you to, well more like demanded you to but a friend is a friend. He'll keep secretly inviting you out, somehow finding your parent's house and showing up in the middle of the night to whisk you away.
Not for the purpose of hanging out. No no no, your his cover. He camouflages well when your around, your bubbly, childlike demeanor hiding his intense and dark intentions. And that's a good thing when it comes to his missions, his mother doesn't seem to care about your presence in his life so for now he'll just keep you around.
Your parents are a bit apprehensive about your friendship with him and only when they find out that Damian is Bruce Wayne's son is when they finally accept your friendship. (After Damian meets Bruce)
They finally allow you to hang out with him and you finally get to meet his "irritating" siblings that he for some reason always goes on about and they're just staring at you like.
How did you become friends with their rat of a brother?
A little dialogue I had:
"How did you meet our brother?" Dick's trying to seem as sweet as possible but your entire outfit could light up an entire city, your parents have you dressed like a disco ball and it's not doing you any favors.
And you know, these nocturnal vigilantes aren't really used to such bright light.
"I met Dami while I was in church" you answer sweetly, it's clear that the difference between the two of you is night and day which us honestly a breath of fresh air.
"Oh really...?" Dick's smile tenses, I mean who would expect Damian to go to church, let alone be at least 15 feet near one.
"I was there to kill the pastor" he just simply states.
"You were there to kill the what?!" Boom, reality shattered. Innocence gone, now you know why you haven't been seeing Pastor Malcom as of late.
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theyallneedraped ยท 23 days ago
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Mom and granny are so proud of her
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wishiwasyourgirl44 ยท 5 months ago
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valluvslana ยท 2 years ago
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sexcations ยท 21 days ago
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What would you do if saw me in your ward?
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sagradofemenin0 ยท 1 year ago
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sacrificial1-lamb ยท 1 year ago
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๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜บ, ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ฏโ€™๐˜ด ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด, ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต | ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ ๐˜ข ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜ง๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ถ๐˜ฃ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ, ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด, ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ต๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ๐˜ด
๐˜‘๐˜ถ๐˜ฅ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด 19:24-29
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holygirlforjesus ยท 5 months ago
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Her real Glow up was when she began focusing on God.
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smuttslvt ยท 5 months ago
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Imagine being at your Sunday service and thereโ€™s a new priest overseeing it and then he gets a glimpse of you.
Part 1
The church is filled today oddly. Thereโ€™s no special news out or event happening this coming week so just maybe some people want the word of the lord today then usual. My father walks ahead while myself, mother and little brother walk behind him with our heads down following him through the middle of the church to find seats in the front half of the cathedral. The sunlight lights the room through the windows and it feels hotter in here now that all the seats are filled up before mass has started.
Fixing my dress my mother glares at me, my fingernails are bitten and the skin around it pulled out due to my anxiety. Quickly hiding them behind me the band begins to play and we all stand to face the isle to wait for the priest to walk through with his young boys who help him for the day. Looking up behind everyone I see that itโ€™s not Father Michael leading today - itโ€™s someone new.
The man stands about six feet something maybe with brown hair pulled back perfectly with no strand out, he smiles at the boys who follow behind him as another stands in front of him holding a staff that has Jesus on the cross and they walk down making their way to the front. My face heats up and thankfully that my back is facing my parents because if not they will see my flushed expression and cause a scene of me being a sinner.
As they walk past I bend down slightly, bowing my head and making the sign of the cross over my forehead and chest before looking up and see the priests eyes locked on me for a quick glance and then proceeds. As the service goes on with some people reading from the Bible then we chant something back Iโ€™ve noticed his gaze on me but maybe he was just lost in thought and I so happened to be in his line of sight.
My fingers play with each other out of habit pilling at my skin and my mother smacks my hand and I wince. Embarrassed I put them underneath my thighs and look down at the floor. After the offering of the bread and wine I get more flustered since when it was my turn he placed the bread onto my tongue and his finger grazed me as well not even to mention that as I took a sip of the wine some had dripped out and he wiped it with his thumb saying โ€œMay god be with you, my child.โ€ Softly like he only wanted me to hear and not my father who was behind me.
During my prayer all I could think of was forgiveness and once the morning service was over we make our way following everyone out but he stands at the door shaking hands with everyone, telling them goodbye and see them soon and once it was my father who was greeted first all I could think of how young he was to be an deacon. With a strong jawline and soft brown eyes I would say he must be about in his mid twenties.
โ€œHello there I hope to see you all in confessions next week. Myself and Father Michael will be the ones in the booths..โ€ he goes for my hand and without hesitation lifts my hand to his mouth and kisses my knuckles. โ€œWhy yes we will be there Father. We never miss it.โ€ He doesnโ€™t give a glance at my father to answer all he does his smile at me and I swear I saw a hue of dark temptation in his eyes. โ€œPerfect.โ€
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