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badlandsbandit · 3 months ago
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Do I fit in your frame?
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sh4wty18 · 6 months ago
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makeup.
pairing: johnnie guilbert x reader
summary: you and johnnie are dating and decide to film a video of you doing his makeup
cw: fluff, language, suggestive but nothing major
word count: 1.5k + edited
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“Hey guys! So today I’m here with…”
“Y/N!” you finish, slightly nervous as it’s your first time streaming alone with Johnnie.
Johnnie giggles a little, sensing your nerves. He gently squeezes your thigh under the desk, out of sight of the viewers, letting you know he’s here for you. You grip his hand in return and squeeze, and he grins in response, stating matter-of-factly,  “Yes! And this is her first time streaming with me! She’s gonna do great, guys. She’s a hundred times cooler than me as it is.” he gazes into your eyes while he says this, providing you with the comfort you need to get over your fear. 
The thought of thousands of people judging your every move is daunting, but you know Johnnie just wants this to be a fun experience for both of you. Plus, his fans have been wanting to see you guys interact on screen for a while now. The edits of you guys together are really cute to be fair, it’s just the sudden fame that comes with dating an internet celebrity has been… a lot. Luckily for the most part, Johnnie’s fans have accepted you with open arms, and they seem genuinely happy to see him finally in a healthy relationship. 
“So today…” Johnnie starts, “Y/N and I thought it would be fun for her to do my makeup, you know, since we have such different styles and stuff.”
“Wow… that description was… enlightening” you respond fake-sarcastically, which elicits an equally fake-sarcastic eye roll from Johnnie. 
“Alright let’s just get into the makeup then if my girlfriend is gonna start bullying me now…” he trails off, as you begin to laugh and grip his arm, and soon he’s unable to contain his own giggling. Even though you both share a jokingly-sarcastic sense of humor with each other, neither of you can ever get through a bit with a straight face. One of you always ends up dying of laughter and the other can’t stop from joining. Johnnie never laughed this much with anyone– other than maybe Jake. But once you guys started dating a few months ago, Johnnie’s been all smiles. 
“Okay, okay!” you say, catching your breath. “So like Johnnie said, our styles are super different. He’s emo and I’m kinda just doing whatever I like at the time. So I figured I would do my typical going-out makeup look for him today.” 
“I’m terrified.” he responds, “I’ve seen your going out looks… There's a lot of glitter involved. I mean you look hot but…”
“Oh you’ll be fine.” you snarkily reply, “You always look hot anyway, this’ll just… amplify your beauty!” 
He laughs, “Okay… I guess I trust you, girlfriend.” Johnnie has made a habit of calling you girlfriend as much as possible. It started as a joke between you guys– pet names that is. You would call each other pookie and boo bear and stuff like that over text and in instagram comments, eliciting hilarious responses from your fans, who had fun trying to figure out if you were being serious or not. Then one day, he called you girlfriend while greeting you in one of his videos with Jake, and you called him boyfriend in response. Ever since then, you’ve been unironically using those titles for each other. You both know it’s corny, but you don’t care. You’re too in love to care. Neither of you have ever felt this deep of a connection with anyone you’ve dated. Nothing about it can be “cringe” because you’re both too happy with each other to mind. 
“Um.. I would hope so, boyfriend.” You roll your eyes at him and he tilts your chin towards his face and kisses you. “Enough PDA, we have work to do!” you back away as he tries to go in for another kiss, “At least let me get started,” you smile back at him, cheekily. 
“Guys did you see that? She swerved me. What the fuck? This is so unfair. My girlfriend hates me.” The chat goes crazy, most people going along with the bit and saying stuff like “how dare you y/n😔” and “nooooo she gagged him lmao💀” 
“Needy, needy man” you grip his chin and peck him, “There, happy now?” 
“Yes… we can start the makeup now” he grins fake-maniacally. 
“Okay, I don’t use primer so we’re just gonna jump right in with concealer…”
“Stop, stopppp that’s enough!!!” Johnnie pleads in his raspy vocal-fry shout you’ve heard so many times before in his videos with Jake. 
“We’re almost done, you’re such a fucking baby” You laugh as he blinks down on the mascara wand for what feels like the hundredth time. “Okay now all we have left is lip gloss. But I figured we could do this the fun way, since you are clearly obsessed with me and wanna kiss me so bad” You flip your hair, “I mean, as you should!” 
“Alright we gotta keep this PG for the kids,” Johnnie says in one of his silly voices.
“Since when have your videos ever been PG, sir??” 
“Well… I guess you have a point,” he replies, leaning in and kissing you gently on the lips. You lean into it, and hold his cheek. You both pull away after a couple seconds, not wanting to fully start making out, which is where your innocent kisses usually lead. But considering you’re on stream, maybe that could wait until the cameras were off. 
You apply your favorite lip gloss to your own lips and smirk at him. He quickly catches on and says, “Oh so we’re chapstick challenging this bitch, huh?” 
“Oh yeah.” you laugh, and grip both sides of his face with your hands. At first you plant your lips firmly on his, actually attempting to transfer the lip gloss directly onto his lips. But then, you start planting kisses all over his face, leaving pink sticky smudges wherever your lips decide to land. 
“NOOOO!!! NOOO! HELPPP!! I’M BEING ATTACKED BY MY GIRLFRIEND. CHAT SAVE ME” Johnnie yells, gripping the sides of his desk to try and escape your grasp. 
“You’ll never escape me!!” you yell, leaping out of your own chair and onto his lap, continuing to plant kisses all over his cheeks and forehead. He grabs your waist with one hand, and your neck with the other, pulling you into a real, passionate kiss. One of your hands grips the headrest of his office chair, while the other cups the base of his neck, playing with his hair. 
He gasps for breath after a good twenty seconds, and you two both turn to face the camera, flushed with a mix of embarrassment and desire. “Well… sorry about that guys.” He says sheepishly, then turning to you adds, “The editors are about to go crazy on that one.” 
“No for real” you respond, giggling, “I don’t mind.”
He gazes into your eyes like you’re the only woman he’s ever loved, “Me neither.” And you can’t stop yourself from grinning. 
“How did I get so lucky, guys?” you ask. The chat responses have been super positive since the kiss, with comments ranging from “i feel like i’m interrupting something lol” to “the way he looks at her😭 they’re so in love omg”
“Well, now that I look like a pretty princess, I think we’re gonna call it here, guys. Thank you so much for joining the stream, and if you wanna buy my merch go to johnnieguilbert.com, oh and stream my music.” Johnnie finishes the outro and looks up at you, who is still sitting on his lap, “Anything you wanna add, y/n?”
“Ummm… I guess just that I think this was a really good first one-on-one stream, and you guys all made me feel super comfortable and welcome here, so thank you. Also, look how cute Johnnie looks! He’s so pretty with my pink eyeshadow on. You should do this more often, boyfriend.” 
“We’ll see about that, girlfriend.” he giggles, “And I’m glad you felt comfortable today, you’re awesome and I love being able to make content with you. Alright, bye guys.” he switches off the camera. “You did great! Just like I knew you would. I love you.” 
It’s the first time he’s ever said it out loud, but you can’t say you weren’t expecting it. The way you act around each other, there’s no other name for it other than true, unconditional, intense love. “I love you too, Johnnie.” 
You swing one of your thighs around his legs, straddling him, and he grips your ass with both hands. You wrap your arms around his neck as he leans up to face you. He kisses you like you’re his lifeblood, like he needs you to survive. It’s messy, and primal, and you’re both out of breath and gasping for air, but neither of you want to stop. And in this moment, you know you would do anything to be with him like this, forever. Feeling him, tasting him, breathing him in. You’ve never felt anything quite like this, and you don’t think you’ll ever want to be with anyone else ever again. It's just you and him.   
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posted this on ao3 first, and i still have 3 more from my ao3 to repost here! likes and reblogs are always appreciated <3
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guava-enjoyer · 1 year ago
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Inazuma School AU Headcanons!
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Featuring: Itto and Ayato (separately)
Summary: What are Inazuman characters like in school...as your lover!
Genre: fluff, crack
Warnings: implied fem!reader, inconsistent captalization, probably ooc because I haven't played in so long 😭, bad music taste
A/N: HELP this is my first time actually writing (finishing) a fanfic!!! If you happen to be reading this for whatever reason, just know that I take requests! I write for genshin and bsd right now. no smut!!! only fluff!!!
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Arataki Itto
where do i even start 😭
all the teachers HATE him because he never shuts up 💀
we all know that he is just naturally a menace (he's actually sweet i swear)
Itto is definitely playing a sport because he's so competitive. he's SUPER tall, so I'd say he's great at basketball. idk let your imagination run wild 😍
he'd blow a kiss to you every time he scores. its embarrassing, but you love him so it's okay.
i have two words: touchy-feely
he LOVES having an arm over your shoulder.
gives you questionable pet names
"hi my little sugar munchkin pookie bear 😘"
...ANYWAYS, he would definitely beetle fight you and gets salty after you obliterate him
"IMPOSSIBLE" *table flip*
okay enough silly i need to focus
he would listen to chill rock music. he'll give you an earbud and just chill with you, especially after his basketball practice or games
he would be failing all of his classes if it wasn't for you forcing him to study. he also needs decent grades to stay on the sports team so
"so, if you just subtract x here- are you even listening?????"
"huh?" *smack* "OW"
0/10 worst student
if you hang out with the Arataki Gang, even better! when you all eat lunch together, it can be chill
OR it can be pure chaos
"GIVE ME BACK MY POTATO CHIPS"
"NUH-UH"
y'all would definitely make fun of people. i can just imagine Itto ranting about how "Kujou KFC Sara" was being a bastard
"that stupid chicken thinks she's stronger than me!" (she is)
ok so far i've portrayed him as a menace but deep down he's a kind lil' muffin
he always makes sure you're not upset with his jokes, he would even offer you some of his lunch if you look sad!
he would go to energetic atmospheres for dates. to be honest, any atmosphere is energetic the moment he walks in.
ok but he would absolutely LOVE going to theme parks with you. he'd go on roller coasters with you and scream through the whole thing
if you don't like roller coasters, that's okay! he's still drag you around to do literally everything else in the theme park.
overall 7/10 chaotic but loveable
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Kamisato Ayato
(i have no idea what song suits him 😭)
he's like the rich and talented kid
he shows up to school in this really fancy car with a chauffeur and shit
straight A student, gifted, yk the whole package
Let's assume that he is the President of student government or council or whatever because... its Ayato what do you expect
teachers absolutely ADORE him
he'd definitely tutor you if you needed it but don't expect him to be a ray of sunshine
he loves you, but that only makes him even more insufferable 🥰
but like actually, he'd be so sweet. he's the kind of guy to bask in the little things.
i bet his love language is quality time. just being around you makes him melt internally
expect quiet dates. studying, libraries, cafes, etc. he LOVES THEM
he probably isn't big on PDA but still loves holding your hand. when you're alone, he loves having an arm around you. he just finds so much comfort in you <33
He also shows his love through nonstop teasing. It's a blessing and a curse.
"oh, aren't you cute today~"
right after you tripped and spilled coffee (or whatever else) all over yourself 😐
at least he gets you out of trouble 🤷‍♀️
he would also buy you expensive stuff. he's rich, remember?
like randomly he'll just walk up to you with designer jewelry or something
"...how much did this cost?"
"don't worry about it 😇"
and don't even try turning it down. he will find a way.
aside from all that, he definitely eats lunch in the library with you and/or Thoma and Ayaka
he'll force you to try his terrible food combinations 😭
"c'mon, just one bite. please?"
"...are you trying to poison me?"
he's not much of a sport person. with his upbringing, he might play an instrument. pianist Ayato anyone?? 😍
you'd just find him in the music room playing Chopin (I think he'd love Nocturne in E flat, its SO ROMANTIC. go listen to it, trust me)
compliment his music skills, it'll put him in a good mood for the day.
I give him an 8.5/10. A gentlemanly smartass.
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thanks for reading!! feedback is welcome!
have a good day :D
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hannahindie · 7 years ago
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The Way You Look Tonight
Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Reader Word Count: 2,285 Warnings: Dean shenanigans, and some hot Sam make outs. These two things are not actually related. I mean, they are, but not...it’s not...I’m bad with words. A/N: Heyyyooooooo! I wrote this challenge for @impala-dreamer‘s “Titles Are Hard” Challenge. It was such a creative challenge, and I was so excited to write this. And since I’m a wordy girl, I’m pretty proud that this didn’t turn into a series, because let’s be real.
Beta’d by my sweet water bear @trexrambling: “Dean better walk reeeeaaaallllllyyyyy slooooowwwwww.” (I freaking lost it at this, like hard. Just say and cackled maniacally.)
And my twinny @pinknerdpanda: aaaaaaand I'm dead. Time of Death: 10:34 am CST 12/13/17 RIP Me“ (Sorry, pookie. ;) )
As always, tags are at the bottom. If you’d like to be added to them, please let me know. :)
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“We’ve got a job.”
Sam looked up from his laptop as Dean tossed a newspaper on the table in front of him. He raised an eyebrow, “And?”
“And,” Dean said as he tapped the paper, “it’s not that far from here, and it’s catered. You heard me, catered. C’mon, it’ll be easy. Cursed object, fancy auction, even fancier food, just like the old days, Sammy.”
Sam carefully closed his computer and leaned back in his chair, “This never ends well for me, and you know it. The last time, my date was an old woman who didn’t understand personal space or the word no while you got to run off with the Bella.” Sam shuddered at the thought, “No thanks, hard pass.”
“I said I was sorry about that. Come on, I’ll let you have the girl this time. I know, we can call Y/N! We haven’t seen her in awhile. You two can get us inside, and then I’ll do my thing. And have some of those delicious crab rolls they always serve at these things.”
Sam stood, shaking his head as he collected his things, “First of all, there’s a reason we haven’t seen Y/N for awhile. She’s not going to agree to it if it’s me, and honestly, I don’t really want to. Call Garth, see if he can get someone to cover it.” He pushed his chair in and started to walk away.
“What if I can get Jody to meet us? Will you do it then?” Dean practically whined and Sam stopped and dropped his head in defeat, his back towards his brother.
“Fine. If you can get Jody to go, I’ll do it.”
Dean grinned, “Awesome.”
“I hope your crab rolls are worth it,” he mumbled as he resumed walking towards his room.
Dean waited for Sam to disappear down the hall, then pulled his phone from his pocket and dialed as he wandered towards the kitchen.
“Hello?”
“Hey, it’s Dean. What’s up?”
There was a long pause, then a hesitant response, “Nothing...why?”
“You mean I can’t just call my favorite hunter and shoot the shit, huh?”
“Dean, you haven’t called me in weeks. I haven’t seen you in, like, three months, and for once it wasn’t because you were in purgatory, or hell, or wherever it is your dumb ass usually ends up. So no, you can’t just call and shoot the shit.”
“Y/N, listen, I’m sorry. It’s been...it’s been busy. Nothing you needed to be mixed up in, trust me, you’d thank me. But I found something pretty straight forward, and it’s not too far from the bunker. I was hoping you could help with it. You’d get to get all dressed up, fancy free food...the whole nine.”
“Something simple, huh?”
“Yea, yea, just a quick crash and grab. There’s a cursed object, silent auction, yada yada yada. C’mon, I miss you. Let me take my favorite girl out on the town.”
Y/N laughed, “You’re an idiot, Dean Winchester. There is a hint of bullshit surrounding this that smells faintly like eau de Samuel.”
“Oh, come on. He’s not even going to be there, he’s taking off to go see some movie with subtitles that’s, like, five hours long. You know you wanna spend time with your favorite Winchester.”
She sighed, “It doesn't take much to be the favorite, you know. I wouldn't be too proud of yourself.” There was a moment of silence as she thought about her decision, and Dean began to think maybe his little plan wasn't going to work after all. “Okay, fine. But you're going to show me a damn fine time, okay? You will retrieve whatever snack or boozy beverage I want, and you won't complain. Capiche?”
“Yes, ma’am.” Dean smiled to himself; this had been too easy. “Do you still have that dress from the job we did in Boston?”
“Yes...why?”
“Like I said, this is real fancy, gotta fit the part, right?”
“I’m going to regret this. Send me the time and the address.”
“Will do. See you soon, Y/N.” The line went dead, and Dean shoved his phone back into his pocket, a smug look on his face.
Nailed it.
“Here.” Dean slipped an earpiece to Sam, and Sam rolled his eyes.
“What is this?” He rolled it between his fingers, trying to figure out where Dean had even procured the small, flesh colored electronic.
“It’s an earpiece. How else am I supposed to know the coast is clear for me to sneak into the auction hall?”
Sam rolled his eyes as he put it in, “You’ve been watching way too much James Bond.”
Dean grinned, “Maybe I’ve been watching just enough.” He cleared his throat, “By the way, Jody had to pull out last minute. I got a replacement, she should be here somewhere.”
Sam looked at Dean sharply, “What? Who is it?”
Dean shrugged, “You’ll know who it is when you see her.” Dean looked over Sam’s shoulder, then nudged him, “Take a deep breath, you only need one shot. Make it count."
Sam’s eyebrows furrowed, “Did you just quote Quantum of Solace at me?”
Dean shook his head, “Who’s the one that’s been watching too much James Bond?” He nodded in the direction of the bar, and Sam turned around.
That dress. He would have recognized it anywhere. The crimson silk draped low in the back, showing off the gentle slope of smooth shoulders and two little dimples at the base of her spine. Sam knew before she even turned around how the neckline plunged nearly to her waist, the slick fabric caressing every curve, how it covered just enough to make his heart race and something in his gut tighten.
“Dammit, Dean,” he hissed, turning to find his brother long gone. He turned back and straightened his jacket. “Might as well get this over with,” he thought to himself as he began walking towards her. Just as he reached the halfway point, she turned, and it felt like his heart had jumped into his throat. The narrow slit that ended mid-thigh dropped open as she shifted, her long leg exposed as his eyes traveled down to her five inch black heels, the straps crisscrossing to just above her ankle. He looked back up just in time to see her face as she realized who she was actually meeting.
Dammit, Dean.
Y/N sipped the champagne the passing waiter had offered her and tried to pay attention to the businessman that was attempting to impress her with...whatever it was he was talking about. She’d lost interest five minutes ago, but he seemed nice enough and, as per usual, Dean was late. She discreetly looked at her phone and sighed; he should have been here twenty minutes ago. She smiled politely at the man whose name she had already forgotten, “I’m sorry, I need to use the ladies’ room, if you’ll just excuse me for a moment.” The man, though obviously disappointed, gave her a tight lipped smile and turned back to the man he’d been talking to before Y/N had caught his attention.
She turned to walk away and immediately froze as her gaze landed on the last person she had expected, or wanted, to see. Sam was standing right in the middle of her path to the bathroom, his eyes wide when they locked with hers. They stared at each other for what felt like an eternity, and for a moment she forgot why they hadn’t spoken to each other in three months, or why she had moved out of the bunker in the first place.
Sam looked good on a normal day, but when he dressed in a tux, it was like all the oxygen was sucked from her lungs. Today was no exception. His long, chestnut hair had been swept back hastily, a few messy, out of place locks tempting her to tuck them behind his ear. She wondered if he’d finally broken and bought a tux; there’s no way a rented one would have fit so perfectly. She’d forgotten how broad his shoulders were, and how he towered over practically everyone around him.
She took a deep breath and walked towards him, “Sam, what the hell are you doing here?”
“I could ask you the same thing,” he responded as his eyes traveled down her body and back up. As irritated as she was, a chill ran through her at how he looked at her, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth.
“Quit looking at me like that,” she hissed quietly as she pulled him off to the side. “I was supposed to be meeting Dean, not you. This was...we...I can’t…” she stuttered, her arms crossed as she scowled at Sam.
He frowned, “Listen, you’re not the only one that wasn’t expecting this. I was supposed to meet Jody.” They stared at each other in silence for a moment before Sam cleared his throat, “Listen, it’s too late now. Dean is already trying to get into the auction room and grab the doll, and we need to make sure no one goes in there while he’s doing it, okay?”
She rolled her eyes, “Of course it’s a cursed doll. Because what else could make this evening worse?” She looked around the room before spotting the hall that led to the auction room. “What’s your plan for distracting people from going in there?”
“You’re not going to like it.”
“Sam, I don’t like this anyway. Out with it.”
“Okay, but don’t smack me.”
Before she could respond, Sam grabbed her by the waist, one hand staying there while the other slid down her arm and grasped her hand. He leaned in close, his breath tickling the shell of her ear as he whispered, “Can you at least pretend to like me?” She swallowed thickly as she moved her arms and draped them over his shoulders, her hands locking loosely behind his neck. “Thank you. Now...what is the one thing that makes people most uncomfortable in public?” he asked as they danced slowly across the room and through the crowd.
Y/N pulled back and looked at him in confusion, realization dawning on her when he raised an eyebrow. “Sam, no-”
“It’s just a job, Y/N. Not a big deal. We do this, we move on. Well, we kill Dean, then we move on.”
“Was this the plan for Jody, too?” she asked, trying to contain her laughter as Sam blushed.
He shrugged, “Sometimes you have to adapt the plan.” He leaned in again and his lips brushed her jaw, “Just tell me if you get uncomfortable. We just have to do this long enough for Dean to get in and back out.”
She cleared her throat, “Yea, fine. I’ll let you know.” They continued to dance across the floor and towards the hallway leading to the auction room. She was disappointed when Sam pulled away and grabbed her hand instead, dragging her into the narrow hall.
“I think it’s room 109…here it is.” He stopped and turned back to face her. She gasped as he grabbed her roughly by the waist and pushed her backwards, the wall cool against her bare back. His lips brushed hers, and she could feel them shaping his words as he whispered against her, “Remember, tell me when to stop and I promise, I will.” Instead of answering, she pressed herself against him, her lips crashing into his desperately. She had forgotten how warm he was, how soft his lips were and how perfect he fit with her. The months of anger and frustration melted away as her hands explored the wide expanse of his chest. One of his hands moved up and into her hair, digging into her previously perfect updo and twisting her locks around his fingers. She groaned into him, and she felt him smile.
“Sam…” His lips were like fire as they settled on her soft skin, his teeth nibbling gently at her pulse point. His hands were everywhere; on her hips, in her hair, caressing her through the thin silk of her dress. She sighed as he pulled away, his eyes dark and his lips kiss swollen.
“Are you okay?” he asked gently, the sharp edge in his gaze turning into gentle concern as he searched her eyes to make sure she was giving him an honest answer.
“Yea, I’m....I’m fine.” She sighed, “I’m sorry, Sam. I shouldn’t have left. I know how hard it is for you and Dean to...to just let things happen. I should have fought for it, I should have fought for us. I’m just...I’m so sorry.”
He cupped her cheek gently, his palm rough against her soft cheek and she leaned into it, her eyes closed. “You don’t have to apologize for anything. I was wrong, and I should have gone after you. I just...I thought it would be better for you if I just let you go. Winchester logic, I guess.”
She smiled and opened her eyes to find his hazel ones staring at her, “Yea...you Winchesters and your self sacrificing ways. As if you don’t give up enough for this life.” She brushed hair from his face then reached back and pulled the bobby pins from her own, shaking out her hair in messy waves. Sam raised an eyebrow, and she grinned, “We gotta sell it, right?” She winked, and Sam chuckled.
“With the way you look tonight, it’s not going to be a hard sell.”
She opened her mouth to reply and he interrupted her with a kiss, “Don’t cheapen the moment, Y/N.”
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