#Corny Pick Up Lines

[heretherebedork]

Oh no, I love them already.

[matty-bear]

I think you're suffering from a lack of Vitamin Me

my doc said i’m missing vitamin u 😕 can u help me 😓

[yarnnerdally]

How Corny

Pairing: Jumin Han/MC Rating: G Tags: romance, Corny pick up lines, sad zen, Jaehee is traumatized by her boss (again) Prompt: Corny pick up lines

Entry number 4. Enjoy <3 @xxsycamore @chaosangel767

ZEN has entered the chat.

Jumin Han has entered the chat.

Jaehee Kang has entered the chat.

ZEN

ZEN

ZEN

Jaehee Kang

Zen, please don’t spam the chat.

ZEN

I can’t help it, Jaehee. It’s almost Valentines and I’m so lonely.

Jumin Han

     You could focus on something other than romance, for a change.

ZEN

     Like you’re one to talk.

Jaehee Kang

     He does have a point, Mr. Han.

MC has entered the chat.

MC

     Hey everyone!

Jumin Han

     Just the person I was hoping to see. My love, do you know what tomorrow is?

ZEN

     It’s a trap, MC!

MC

     Hmmmm~ what is tomorrow?

Jumin Han

     Valentine’s Day. Also an excuse for me to lavish you with more love and attention everywhere and anywhere we wish.

Jaehee Kang

ZEN

     I’m going to die.

Jumin Han

     I do have several things prepared for our day. I’ve also prepared a plethora of perfect words to sweep you off your feet while you wait for me to come home.

MC

     You’re adorable, Jumin.

ZEN

Jumin Han

     MC, I hope you know CPR.

Jaehee Kang has left the chat

MC

     Mm? Why is that, dear?

Jumin Han

     Because you take my breath away.

ZEN

     I can’t believe this is happening right now.

MC

     Oh my word. I better sign up for a training course today, then.

Jumin Han

     And, my love, if I were a cat, you know what I would do?

MC

     What’s that?

Jumin Han

     Spend all nine of my lives with you.

ZEN

     CATS DON’T ACTUALLY HAVE NINE LIVES

MC

     Awww, Jumin, that was really cute. Corny, but cute.

ZEN

     …

     You’re both hopeless.

MC

     Got that right ;)

[benk625-blog]

You sure, cuz you've been running through my mind all day! 😆😆😆

Do you workout?

nope! 😋

[kozumesphone]

masterlist

💌┊₊˚⊹꒷ R U MINE? .ᐟ

⤷ satoru gojo x gender neutral!reader ‧₊˚ ⋅

ᝰ. 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 . . . jujutsu kaisen

ᝰ. 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 . . . corny pick-up lines | suggestive dialogues

ᝰ. 𝐤𝐞𝐲 . . . n/n: nickname | y/n: your name

ᝰ. 𝐰𝐜 . . . 161

ᝰ. 𝐚/𝐧 . . . a quick (and short af) dorky!gojo + tease!gojo bc we all know the duality of this man-child <3 here’s a bunch of pick-up lines gojo uses on the reader bc we def need gojo fluff after what gege did to us 🙏 but guys I saw one that went “I have these stitches on my forehead bc you’ve made me lose my mind” and I- ���

gojo: “y/n.” reader: “mm.” G: “n/n.” R: “mmm.” G: “MY LOVE-“ R: “what is it, toru? and stop smirking.” G: “want me to explain my cursed technique with mathematics?“ R: “didn’t you fail twice, and then ask kento to help you with math?” G: “…” R: “sorry, darling, go ahead-“ G: “LET’S START BY ADDING A BED AND SUBTRACTING OUR CLOTHES-“ geto: “n/n, is he high again?”

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gojo: “something’s wrong with my six eyes, n/n.” reader: “shit, are you o-“ G: “because I can’t take them off you.” *finger guns* R: *bitch slaps him* 💀🙏

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gojo: “oi n/n, you know gumi’s divine dogs, don’tcha?” reader: “mhm. they’re so adorable. and don’t yap my ears off when i’m reading. unlike someone else-“ G: “I think, just like them, we’d make a great pair <3” R: *absolutely mf flustered*

ᯓ★

satoru “throughout heaven and earth, I alone am the honoured one to be your husband” gojo on your wedding day <3

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[starleska]

help me why is Zapp so goddamn stupid 🙈🙈🙈💖💖💖

[pinnithin]

got tagged by @angelofthemornings for a last lines meme. in all honesty i haven’t written anything all summer, since rehab knocked my brain out of my skull for a good few months. i havent written sober in years and im kind of nervous to try, so the last thing i worked on was a fanfic for the apollo protection agency podcast, untouched since may and still unfinished.

He imagined Kuiper felt as compromised and humiliated as he did, which wouldn’t do - Fel wanted someone to judge him for it. He wanted someone to call him out, tell him he’d fucked up, that he’d crossed a line, that this wasn’t him. But aside from Auron’s disappointed, nonjudgmental glance, no one had, and that made it worse.

Kuiper must have detected the guilt on his face. “You’re wasting your energy,” he sighed, “worrying about what you should or should not have done.” He eyed him seriously, neither judgmental nor dismissive. “You have done what you’ve done. There is no undoing it.”

As Kuiper looked away, his paw twitched toward his jacket pocket, reaching for a cigarillo he knew he couldn’t light inside the cabin. “Every agent has a story like yours,” he went on, passing the gesture off as checking his side holster instead, “where someone paid with their life for a judgment call they made. There’s no absolving yourself by saying you were following orders. You chose to pull that trigger, and no one else did.” He turned his watchful gaze back on Fel, green eyes ringed with gold, his slitted pupils huge in the Tracer’s security lighting. “Justify it however you want. You don’t need more reasons to lose sleep.”

tagging @midcarder @reneethecyborg @annies-brainrot-corner @bytchysylvy @gods-of-erebus basically the whole bside crew who wants to share their writing, im forgetting your urls off the top of my head but i wanna see what youre working on

[siderealscribblings]

To go with that Furina and kissing cheeks ask.

Furina, our man Neuvillette is soggy and horribly down bad, kiss his cheeks, and nuzzle him when allowed.

"Your Honor, counsel would like to approach the bench, climb up on the bench, and then climb into the judge's lap."

"Motion granted."

[lupeloto]

galladrabbles “truce” 2

hi. i made another @galladrabbles for this week hehe. idk why but I can’t stop writing of these two being horny so enjoy! (thanks to @gardenerian for a fun prompt hehe)

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“Truce?” The TV blares through the apartment.

“Oh, bullshit!” Mickey throws his arms up in anger from his place on the sofa.

Ian chuckles, “You know you’re supposed to want the good guys to make up in the end, right?”

Mickey scoffs, “Fuck that, I wanna see some dicks get chopped off ‘n some heads get blown.”

“Oh?” Ian takes in the bare chest and exposed legs of the man next to him, “How ‘bout dicks get blown?…” he creeps towards Mickey, tugging at his boxers.

“God you’re one corny motherfucker,” Mickey leans into the touch, head tilting backward.

[wise-innocence]

Okay I'm caving, like this for a cheesy law pick up line, multis specify or nothing <3

[84reedsy]

Pulling out some Roddy inspo

Totally normal about this man

Egregiously normal....

Woof

[bhaalbabe]

can i just say that i’m somewhat a fake astarion girlie bc i really didn’t like his romance in act 1 but i put up with it bc i knew that i would enjoy his romance more once he started being genuine with the pc

[mrdrhenwardhykle]

So i have never heard of Werewolf by Midnight until you mention it (I remember Wilson's heart way back when) but god the trailers vibes are so off. It reaks of like modern marvels fear of being genuine for me personally. Also I can't believe they are so like desperate for content on disney plus is releasing the movie in color evem tho that not only ruins the idea of the type of flicks they are refering to but also appearly the story sense appearly its integral to the actual plot.

Truely amazing

THEY'RE WHAT?!

Homage to old movies my behind. Their homage is as thin as glass. It's so hard to see it as anything remotely close to classic horror due to all that modernism marvel always has to shoehorn in to make sure their audience doesn't get homesick. Also re-releasing it to HULU as well 100% confirms that they're planning nothing for Halloween. Like yeah, you can say "Haunted Mansion" but I think that released in the summer for some reason. The only reason I can think of to do that is not to lose as much in the box office because everyone else is going to Freddy's around that time.

(spoilers)

Also also, the prosthetics look so barebones. They just plastered some fur and fangs on him, it's obvious they really struggled to make a vintage werewolf look conventionally attractive and intimidating.

imo Wilson's Heart nailed a similar intention to look like an old movie werewolf while still making it scary/intimidating. I know it's not prosthetics, but still, a bunch of talented concept artists and illustrators put a lot of love into each design. You can still use puppets and stuff and still be true to the original art.

It's a better tribute than cgi Chuthulu or whatever that was

Uhm anyways, there's nothing more to this and I didn't pay enough attention to it because my brain was like "I wish I was watching Wilson's Heart or an actual old horror movie" the whole time. I don't like how it felt like it was on the edge of breaking character the whole time, and did end up breaking character in the end for some reason.

[brainfilehasstoppedworking]

Takaaki: Hey, are you a drug? Because I'm addicted to you.

Taichi: Are you addicted to drugs?

Takaaki: What? N-No!

Taichi: AM I DATING A JUNKIE?!

Takaaki: I DON'T DO DRUGS!! (Well, not anymore.)

[petitexmagician]

“I’m gonna hate myself for this later...”

“Is your heart a lock, ‘cause I can pick it.”

[fushitoru]

so i know who i'm looking at! a sukuna ryomen oneshot

pairing ⸺ ghostface!sukuna x reader

summary ⸺ on halloween night, you get a strange phone call from a man with a distorted voice right as you're chilling while babysitting yuuji. you get an ultimatum: perform for him, or risk your and yuuji's lives.

warnings ⸺ smut, fluff (at the end), pre established consent but dub con just in case, cream pie, lots of degradation and praise, “good girl,” oral sex (m!recieving), recording and pictures, suggested infidelity (but it’s not actually infidelity), exhibitionism, reader gives him a show in exchange for her life, rough sex, semi-public sex, established relationship, mdni, pls help me find artist for credit :(

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you stretch, yawning as you adjust the blanket you had on you to cover you and give you warmth on the chilly october evening. gazing forlornly at the balcony window outside, you see kids and college students alike in their halloween costumes visiting homes for treats and bars for booze, respectively. tonight was a night you were supposed to get dicked down by your boyfriend in the bathroom of a frat, but you’re stuck instead with a last minute call to babysit yuji because he’s sick. 

you love the kid too much, like he’s your own baby. which is why you couldn’t refuse playing babysitter, even if that meant forgoing pictures for your instagram with the slutty angel costume you had bought a month who in anticipation of halloweekend. instead, you’re tucked in and cozy, watching scream for the nth time just to fangirl over how hot ghostface is. 

so you’re in your tank top and boy shorts, relaxing and chilling (that is, as much as you can while locked in on your movie). and, as if on cue, the moment the phone rings in the movie, the itadori household’s phone number gets a call.

you jump at the noise, a bit on edge because of the movie and definitely regretting the idea of setting the living room pitch back in spirit of mood lighting. groaning (albeit a bit freaked out), you get up to answer the call, as yuji babysitting protocol required that you answer any call in case it may be an emergency.  

picking up—but a bit on edge—you drone, “itadori household, how can i help you?”

there’s heavy breathing on the other end and you hate your scaredy cat tendencies because your heart is picking up at the distorted and low pants. “h—hello?”

“hey.” the voice is low, just like the breathing, and for a moment, you hate your brain for immediately recalling the nsfw audios you watch to masturbate because the guy on the phone sounds exactly like them. it’s a little freaky that you’re getting such a weird fuckin call at this time, but regardless you persist, in case this was relevant. you kind of need this job.

feigning cheerfulness, you ask, "what can i get ya?" as your fingers absently toy with the thin strap of your tank top. the cool air from the nearby vent sends a shiver across your skin, but the silence on the other end of the line is more unnerving. you're met with nothing but heavy breathing, and each exhale seems to scrape against your eardrums.

shifting uncomfortably, you feel the sweat beading at the nape of your neck as impatience builds. your fingers tighten around the receiver. "are you gonna talk or should i hang up?" you finally snap, agitation bleeding into your voice.

but before you can slam the phone down, he speaks.

“what’s your favorite scary movie?”

a groan escapes you, the kind that rises from deep in your chest, exasperation overtaking any lingering nervousness. "look, buddy, this is soooo corny. like, i was literally just watching scream, so you’re not doing shit. if you wanna prank call a girl, try somewhere else because—"

“you got a boyfriend?”

“i do,” you quip back quickly, a hand on your hip as you stand straighter, eyes flicking to the doorway of the kitchen. shadows dance in the dim light, your heartbeat subtly picking up pace. you move to hang up the phone, more irritated than frightened now. “so you better not try anything funny and waste more of your time, you fu—”

“but he’s not sleeping upstairs with the kid?”

the world freezes. you pause, the phone hovering mid-air. what did he just say? your pulse quickens, each thud louder than the last as dread claws at your chest. "what?"

a laugh, deep and guttural, slithers through the receiver. it’s the kind of laugh that makes your stomach drop and your legs feel weak. his voice is smooth, velvety even, and it curls around your ear like smoke. despite the creeping fear, something primal makes your thighs clench involuntarily. “okay, now that i’ve finally got your attention, let’s try this again. what’s your name, baby?”

that word—baby—the way he drags it out, rich and slow, makes your heart stutter, even as fear wraps tighter around your ribs. you grip the edge of the counter, nails digging into the cool surface. “why do you wanna know?”

“so i know who i’m looking at.”

the room spins. your breath falters, shallow, barely there. it’s like the walls are closing in, and your throat feels thick with fear. you lick your dry lips, throat tightening painfully. “wha—what do you mean?”

a soft coo hums through the phone, mockingly sweet. “no need to be afraid, pretty baby. you don’t want the kid upstairs to die, do you?”

your blood turns to ice. the words don’t make sense at first, but when they do, it feels like the floor’s been yanked out from beneath you. your mind races, every nerve in your body screaming. “what the fuck? is this some kind of prank call? this isn’t funny.”

but the man just continues, as if he didn’t just say something so horrifying that your stomach churns. his voice remains steady, eerily calm. “the kid, how old is he? five, six? he’s dozin’ off in those stupid iron man pj’s of his.” you swear you can hear his smile through the phone, a wicked curl of satisfaction. “and i love those shorts on you. parading your ass around like the slut you are. how’d your boyfriend leave you alone tonight?”

the walls feel like they’re closing in. a cold sweat breaks out across your skin, and suddenly the room feels too small. your eyes dart toward the darkened stairs. every creak of the house becomes louder, sharper. the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end as you swallow, mouth dry as cotton. it feels like someone is watching—someone who shouldn’t be there.

for a second, you digest the information he’d bestowed upon you—information about yourself. not-so-subtly freaking out, you get out a “please, please don’t do this.” 

 “then gimme a show. follow what i say.”

“o—okay. what do you want me to do?” you’re trembling, your realize, in your fear. or was it arousal?

“come closer to the window,” the voice purrs. you tentatively walk up to the balcony window facing the itadori garden, awaiting instructions as you stand shivering with the chill of the air.

“now,” the voice instructs, “take your top off. gimme a show, alright? better see that fucking back arch when you’re talking it off like filthy stripper slut you are.”

you whimper in humiliation but follow his instructions anyways, slowly becoming more and more of a slave to your arousal, caused by his assured and suave voice. when you take your tank top off, back arched just like he asked, the man groans and you hear distant squelches on the other side of the line.

“good girl. now when you take that bra off, pull up your cups, but don’t take it off, leave it bunched. those tits better bounce for me.” pulling up the cups of your bra, your tits recoil and bounce and the squelching gets even louder as you feel eyes rove over your tits. “fuck, i love those tits. get on your knees and bounce em for me like you’re riding cock.” 

you clench so hard as you move to do as he says. part of you is soooo aroused to be forced around like this, so you’re easily giving him the show that he wants, getting on your knees and moving your chest so that they start rhythmically bouncing, synced up with the squelches you hear in the other side of the phone.

“stick your tongue out. drool on your tits.” you moan, your tongue lolling out as a glob of spit starts trailing down your body.

 “fuck!” he exclaims, aroused by the sight. “you like being bossed around this baby? like my little bitch?”

“no!” you sob, tears springing out at the utter humiliation you were experiencing. “please let me go, please don’t do anything to yuji!” 

the voice chuckles. “really? i think you’re lying, baby. i know that pussy is wet while you’re giving me a show. matter of fact, why don’t you show me? make sure i get a really good look at that cunt, okay?”

slipping your shorts off, you turn so that your backside is facing the lawn and uncover your traitorous pussy—glistening wet—to him. taking a few steps back, you breathe heavily—like the person on the other side of the phone—as you press your pussy against the glass, the heat and humidity originating from your inner walls fogging the area on the glass. you hear a snap! on the other side, indicated that he had taken a photo. eyes widening in panic, you ask, “what are you doing? please, i’m doing whatever you wa—”

“i can’t let everyone think you’re some innocent virgin, can i? parading your ass and pussy for me, when anyone in the neighborhood can see? matter of fact,” and you start panicking at his next words, “i’ll post this online if you don’t grind that ass back for me.”

you swallow and start to do as he says. the glass is cool as you rub your folds along it, your slick dirtying the glass as you move your folds on the glass door. of course, the glide isn’t smooth—your clit keeps catching on the glass, but the fact that you’re bare to the world, any stray eyes being able to see you on display arouses you to no extent. you’re ashamed of being aroused at having to perform for a stranger, but you continue regardless and clutch the phone in your hand as he speaks to you again.

“the fuck you so wet for?” the voice mocks you. “you get off on this shit?”

“fuck you,” you moan, continuing to rub yourself. “i hate you.” 

the man laughs meanly. “for someone you hate, you’re getting pretty wet for me, baby.” the sounds of him stroking his dick are even louder as you grind against the door at the same tempo that he moves his hand at, grunting as you continue moaning into the mic. “look at how you’re clenching—good girl. want me to come in and make you cum?”

“real fucking cocky,” you hiss into the phone, “really fuckin cocky of you to think you can make me cum. with the way you had to threaten me, i just know you have a micro.”

as soon as you say that, the call hangs up and you look at your screen in confusion. that is, until you feel hands on your bare hips, knees–covered in black fabric—pressing against the junction between your thighs. “say that again,” the voice whispers.

you turn, eyes wide and heart speeding up as you turn to see the very figure that showed up in your movie. reminiscent of the killer, a tall man in a mask is hunched over you, now moving his hands to grip at your hands. “let’s take this to the bed, shall we?”

“oh shit,” ghostface curses, continuously snapping photos of your lips, the flash going off in the dark room. “look at this,” and he brings the camera closer and closer to your pussy, using his other hand to spread your lips as you helplessly lie on the bed, forced to spread your legs for him. “this pussy clenches everytime the flash goes off!” and he’s laughing, mocking you as slick leaves your hole in drops as the utter way you’re being humiliated. he grabs your cheeks roughly with the hand that was spreading your nether regions, squeezing them together and focusing the camera on your face. “this is the slut i’m going to fuck. gonna suck my cock, right?”

“mhm,” you whimper, resigned to your fate. making quick work of his robe, he takes them off completely, still leaving his mask in place. as he uncovers his pelvis, your eyes immediately rove over the hardened muscles on his abdomen. there’s a pink happy trail leading down to his dick, which is furiously red and standing. he grabs it, pumping the length as he moves closer and closer to your face until his precum is smearing against your face.

 “fuck,” he curses, as he takes in the sight of your teary eyes looking up at him dumbly, lips puckered as he slaps his cock against your cheeks until your cheeks are turning red. you’re giving kitten licks to his tip every time he alternates between slapping your two cheeks, not knowing what do to with yourself except focus on your oral fixation telling you instinctively to suck his cock. he then uses his fingers to pull your mouth open and slowly feeds his cock inside, eyes rolling back as soon as he feels your warm breath and hot tongue encompass him. 

you’re sucking at his tip and alternating between licking the rest of his dick, and he’s lost in the tight, wet heat of your mouth hollowing around him. you then prop yourself on your knees, using your hands to grab and play with his balls, stimulating him even more and causing him to rip out of your mouth and growls, “on your hands and knees. now.”

he doesn’t give you sufficient time to turn around and fully adjust in your position as he’s slamming into your roughly, the wet plush of your pussy too enticing. because you didn’t see it coming, your face is smushed against the pillow, and he grabs at your hands, using his free hand to hold them together at the small of your back. 

“you like my cock, baby?”  he pants, sweat beginning to run down his torso. when you don’t respond, he lets go of your hands to smack you consecutive times on your ass. “answer me.”

“i love it sooo much,” you babble, too lost in the pleasure to form more coherent thoughts as you ramble. “it’s splitting me—oh my god.” your eyes roll back—in pain or pleasure, you can’t decide—as his cock kisses your cervix. the masked man keeps thrusting in you, the sounds of his hips smacking into yours echoing throughout your room in a series of plap plap plap’s. 

“yea? fuck, i’m so close. you wanna live baby?” he grabs your hair and pulls, giving you a sloppy wet kiss on your cheek. “let me come inside. you’ll let me dump my cum in you, right?”

you only clenched tighter at his words. “please,” you sobbed. “please come inside. please paint my walls. i want your cum so bad.” 

you were so close, staving off your orgasm until he filled you up. at your words, the intruder laughed mockingly and kept thrusting into you, but the telltale sloppiness of his hips indicated that he was close. “god, what a slut—” he was interrupted by his own climax, and as soon as the thick ropes of cum filled you, you came with a squeal, your back arching impossibly further as your thrashed on his dick because of the intensity of your orgasm. both of you rid it together, panting as you came down. 

he pulls out of you, and before you can catch your breath, the man flops his entire weight on top of you, making you laugh as you let out a startled exclamation, “ryo!”

you squirm beneath him, trying to push him off, but it’s futile. he’s far too big and heavy, and he knows it. with a low, lazy chuckle, your boyfriend, sukuna ryomen, removes his mask—tossing it carelessly onto the floor—before nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. his breath is warm against your skin, and you can feel the heat radiating off him as his chest rises and falls in rhythm with your own.

“did you enjoy that stupid thing you wanted, brat?” he mumbles, slightly panting in exhaustion.

his words are snarky, but you can hear the affection laced beneath them. your heart swells with a sudden rush of warmth, the fondness you feel for him almost overwhelming. it’s moments like this—where he does something ridiculous just because you asked, despite all his grumbling—that remind you why you love him so much.

you wrap your arms around his broad back, fingers trailing lazily up and down his spine as you press a soft kiss to the top of his head. “you didn’t have to go all out, you know,” you whisper, smiling into his hair. “but i really appreciate it. you’re kind of the best, even when you pretend you’re not.”

ryomen grunts, but there’s no bite to it. he tightens his hold around you, his large frame practically cocooning you in warmth. you feel his lips brush softly against the skin of your neck, a tender gesture that contrasts with his usual roughness.

“yeah, well... you’re lucky i love you, freak,” he murmurs, voice low and husky. despite his usual bravado, there’s something undeniably soft in the way he says it, as if the words are meant just for you.

you hum contentedly, feeling the weight of his body press you into the mattress. it’s comforting, like being wrapped in a warm blanket. you trace circles on his back with your fingertips, savoring the quiet intimacy of the moment, where it’s just you and him—no roleplay, no teasing—just the quiet aftermath of love.

“lucky, huh?” you tease back softly. “i’d say we’re both pretty lucky.”

ryomen huffs a quiet laugh against your skin before lifting his head slightly to look at you, his dark eyes soft in the dim light. then, he gets up and makes a move to walk out the door. at first, you thought he was heading towards the bathroom door to give you a towel to clean you up, but he’s heading towards the door—soft cock swinging, butt naked—and you’re only left in confusion as to what he’s doing.

“ryo, where are you going?”

“fixin myself a sandwich, i’m hungry,” he grumbles over his shoulder, leaving you dumbfounded. you’re left sitting on the bed as he continues the trek down the stairs to satiate his post sex hungries. 

“hey!” you shriek, “your balls are out! what if yuji sees?” 

later, when yuji walks deliriously into the kitchen to see his uncle’s cock and balls, he almost wishes he could fully succumb to his fever.

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