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dearamleo · 1 year ago

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New Fic! The Sinner’s Feast

Yes, I’m ignoring the fact that I have two other WIP that I have lost all passion for writing. Maybe writing something new will help with that. Who knows! Certainly not me!

Anyways- Sirius is in a criminal biker gang, Remus is the new surgeon in town, James is Sirius’s righthand man and Regulus is porn star! Also Teddy is there and they’re all wrapped around his tiny finger.

Chapter 1: Riding the Edge

Dropping the last file onto the stack, Remus groaned and peered down into his empty coffee cup. It was the last leg of his latest twelve hour shift and the caffeine was no longer keeping his eyes open like it had been six hours ago. Feeling a touch dramatic in his exhaustion, he leaned his head as far back against his chair as he could, limbs splayed out around his desk like some type of pathetic roadkill.

“Well, a good morning to you too, Doctor Lupin.”

Remus didn’t bother looking up. He knew the exact sarcastic look Lily was giving him, down to the arched auburn brow. “Is it?

“How much longer have you got left,” she asked, settling herself onto the corner of his desk.

“45 minutes. Just have to make it through this paperwork and then I can gorge myself on mac n cheese and fall blissfully asleep on my couch.”

Lily laughed at him. “Damn, that does sound good right about now.”

Finally Remus pulled himself together enough to look at her. “Did you not just get in, Evans?”

“Yes, but that doesn’t mean I don’t miss my own couch already. The Pediatric lounges just don't quite cut it.”

“Which is why you’re down here slumming it in my office?”

“Exactly,” she grinned. “Plus the Trauma nurses always make the best coffee. You shouldn’t even bother with defibrillators, just pour a bit of this down the patients’ throats and it would wake the dead.”

Remus snorted, looking mournfully at his empty cup again to find it had been replaced with a full and steaming one. He grinned at her, swiping it up and drinking deeply. “Hopefully it’ll get me through this last bit here then. I had to perform two appendicectomies today. I am praying that the rest of Godric’s Hollow’s appendixes hold themselves together for the remainder of the afternoon.”

Lily shrugged. “Seems like it’s going to be a quiet day-”

“ Nooooo ,” Remus groaned out at the same time that the hallway doors burst open. Several of the nurses were rushing by with a gurney already saturated in an alarming amount of blood and the man on top of it cursing loudly in pain. Remus gulped down the remainder of the coffee and glared at Lily as he stood. “Damn you, Lily Evans. You just had to say that!”

“Sorry,” she called after him.

He swung on his lab coat as he jogged after the nurses who were heading straight for the surgery.

“James Potter, male, 29 years old,” one of the nurses informed him. “Stab wound to the lower abdomen, several abrasions to the face, and a broken nose.”

“Hate to see the other guy,” Remus said offhandedly, leaning over the man to try and assess the situation.

“Don’t worry, I won him over with my charm,” the man grumbled before promptly passing out.

“Let’s get him straight into the OR,” Remus barked, all thoughts of couches and cheesy noodles pushed from his mind in the face of emergency.

The surgery had been relatively easy considering the commotion that had preceded it. The man, Potter, was lucky the stab wound had been a few centimeters too shallow to cause any significant damage and Remus had been able to repair it in decent time. He was definitely going to be late for mac and cheese night, though.

Checking that the charts were all accurate for Mr. Potter’s dosages and recovery instructions, Remus was practically swaying on his feet. He knew that he oftentimes pushed himself too far, straddling that line between a healthy work life and being a raging workaholic. But medicine was important to him, ensuring his patients were properly cared for was important to him. As he settled the charts back onto the end of the bed, the man in it finally seemed to be stirring out of the anesthesia. Remus waited patiently for him to open his eyes, which he eventually did but only just. It took Remus a moment to realize that the blurry, confused look on Mr. Potter’s face was less a result of the anesthesia and more because he seemed to be nearly blind without his glasses.

Remus quickly moved to his bedside, plucking the pair of square frames that had been left there and placing them on Mr. Potter’s face for him. Hazel eyes blinked a few more times, now aided by the lenses and seemed to finally take in his surroundings.

“Good morning, Mr. Potter. My name is Doctor Remus Lupin. Do you know where you are?”

Mr. Potter smiled, still a bit dopey. “‘Course I do, Doc. Been here enough times to know what a hospital room looks like.”

Remus furrowed his brow in concern. “Do you make a habit of encountering life threatening injuries, Mr. Potter?”

“Ew. Please stop. Call me James, or Prongs- that’s what my friends call me. And we should be friends seeing as how you’ve been all up in my insides and whatnot.”

“Alright,” Remus answered, stifling a chuckle. It was not proper bedside manner to laugh at highly medicated patients. “James, do you know what has led you to be in the hospital today?”

“Sure,” he said, his hand running through unbelievably messy hair. “Didn’t quite see eye to eye with a colleague.”

Remus couldn’t help the aghast look on his face now. “You were stabbed .”

“Oh, you know,” James said, brushing off the statement. “Just a simple misunderstanding.”

Remus folded his arms and looked down at James. “I also happened to notice that most of the blood you were soaked in likely wasn’t from just yourself.”

“What’s a bit of blood between friends, eh?”

Remus opened his mouth to try and make his point- honestly, who acted so casually about being stabbed in the stomach, when the door of the room snapped open.

“Potter!”

Remus nearly jumped out of his skin at the sharp tone, turning to see a startlingly attractive man standing in the doorway. Or, he would likely notice how attractive he was if Remus didn’t feel immediately like cowering under the harsh, authoritative glare the man gave off. He wasn’t particularly tall and could be described as almost waifish. His black hair was short with soft waves that were in stark contrast to his pale skin. He was also wearing a barely there cropped shirt that said ‘Nepo Baby’ on it and jeans so low that the thin straps of his underwear were exposed and hitched up over his sharp hip bones.

Despite all that, Remus immediately understood that this man was not someone to be fucked with judging by his forbodding presence that felt as deadly as the stab wound he’d just fixed.

Seemingly still unaware of Remus’s presence, the man stalked into the room, his sight set on James. Remus almost felt like he should perhaps step in, based on the volatile atmosphere the newcomer brought. “What the fuck did you do now, you absolute jackass?!”

Surprisingly, James seemed to melt at the other man’s words, his dopey grin only lighting up further as he reached out with grabby hands like a toddler. “Baby! There you are! The only medicine I need!”

The man sighed deeply, his fingers moving to pinch at the bridge of his nose. “James Fleamont Potter, I swear to god-”

“Excuse me,” Remus said, clearing his throat a bit.

The man looked up at him, dark blue eyes outlined in exaggerated white eyeliner. “What are we looking at this time, doctor?”

Tucking his hands into his coat pockets, Remus looked between the two. “Sorry, are you family of the patient?”

The man rolled his eyes as James reached forward again, his movements still slightly wobbly, and grabbed the other’s hand. “Yes, I’m Regulus Black. James is my husband.”

“Ah, right, apologies. Well, Mr. Black, Mr. Potter here- sorry, James ,” he corrected at James’s squawk of protest. “ James sustained a wound to his lower right abdominal area. It was shallow enough that the instrument used didn’t perforate or puncture anything vital. We were able to go in and repair the damage. He’ll need to stay for a few nights for observation, but then he will be able to return home. He’ll need to limit most activity to avoid tearing the stitches- no heavy lifting, no exercise and no sexual activity for at least a couple weeks. You’ll also need to keep an-”

“An eye out for infection,” Regulus interrupted. “Yes, I know.”

In his sleep deprived state, Remus couldn’t help the curiosity that slipped through. “You both seem to be quite accustomed to trauma care and hospital visits.”

Regulus peered at him from the corner of his eye, his face giving nothing away. “Perhaps so. If you are new to Godric’s Hollow, I’m sure you will become fairly acquainted with a good portion of us in no time.”

“Baby, you should’ve seen me,” James babbled, pulling Regulus’ attention again. “I was all wa-bam-bam and then Wormtail was all ‘ ahhhhh ’ and then the cops-”

“Yes, yes, Jamie,” Regulus cut in quickly, eyes darting to Remus. “You can tell me all about it later, but now- sleep . Right, Doc?”

Remus shook himself out of his drowsy stupor, barely hearing anything the two men were saying to truly care one way or another. “Yes, plenty of rest, James. I will be back in the morning to check in on you. If you have any questions or need assistance, just let one of our nurses know.”

“You’re aces, doc,” James grumbled, apparently already halfway asleep, still clinging to his husband.

Regulus nodded to Remus as he took a seat on the bed, which Remus returned as he finished the last of his checks and the evening nurses came in to take over.

Around thirty minutes later, Remus finally forced himself to gather the last of his things and start for a hasty retreat out of the hospital. Molly Weasley was sitting at the main desk in the nurses station, her bright orange hair poofy and teased in a style straight from the 80s.

“Doctor Lupin,” she chirped. “Thought you would be gone by now!”

“Sh,” Remus said, holding a finger to his lips. “Please, I don’t want anyone else to know that I’m still here. I am on my way out now- my couch eagerly demands my return home.”

“Remus, you need yourself a woman to go home to, not an empty house and couch! Now, I’ve been talking you up with that cute new nurse in-”

Sighing heavily, Remus rubbed his eyes. “Molly, I’m sure she’s lovely but as I’ve said, I’m not in the market right now. I’m still trying to settle into a new town and job. That’s enough for now. Will you make sure to keep an eye on the patient in room 13? Page me if anything urgent arises?”

“Yes, I’m sure that patient will be giving us all sorts of trouble.”

Remus only replied with a raise of his brow in question as he picked up his stack of folders from the desk.

“That Hallow ,” she stage-whispered like the word was dirty.

“What the hell is a Hallow?”

“You have a lot to learn about this town, Doctor Lupin. The Potter boy, he’s part of that degenerate biker gang. Call themselves the Deathly Hallows. A bunch of violent criminals on death contraptions,” she finished with a haughty sniff.

“Motorcycle gang,” Remus repeated, bemused. “Godric’s Hollow doesn’t seem particularly rife with crime, it’s part of the reason I chose this town.”

“Yes, yes, the town likes to believe them to be some sort of vigilante bodyguards protecting us from a ‘greater’ evil. They keep all of their illicit behaviors outside of the town borders and keep the other criminal types from coming in and then they think they deserve some sort of medal for it.”

Remus refrained from rolling his eyes. “And we’re talking about James? James Potter? The one who just spent about fifteen minutes waxing poetic about the wide variety of oranges there are in the world? Only stopping so he could show each of the nurses how pretty his husband is?”

“Husband,” she huffed. “Don’t even get me started on that husband of his-“

“Nurse Weasley, will you please keep me up to date on any medical reports for Mr. Potter I may need to be informed of?”

Molly crossed her arms disapprovingly. “The nurses will page you for any emergencies. Have a good evening, Dr. Lupin.”

“Thank you,” he said, tapping the files against the desk and heading to the main doors.

Despite being far past dead on his feet, Remus jogged up the front path to his neighbors’ house eagerly. When he had first moved in, he had only been in Godric’s Hollow for a few hours before he had befriended the lovely older couple next door. The two women brought over enough food to feed him for a week. Minerva and Poppy had heard they would be living next door to the new town surgeon and bachelor, only to be surprised when Remus had answered the front door with a bubbly, enthusiastic four year old at his heels.

The two women had taken to Teddy instantly, just as most people who encountered his little boy did. He was every bit of good in Remus’s world and he brought a little bit of that light to everyone he met. Since meeting the pair, they had been Remus’s lifesavers when it came to offering to watch Teddy during his long and sometimes last minute shifts at the hospital. Not having to send Teddy to a daycare had been a massive relief to Remus, who’s overprotective anxieties preferred to keep his son’s existence quiet in the new town.

He knocked twice on the door before letting himself in, Poppy always admonishing him for not treating the home as an extension of his own. The little cottage style house was warm and bright, filled with plants and books and the smell of something savory in the air. Hearing chatter coming from the kitchen, Remus made his way through the living room to where Teddy was standing on one of the dining room chairs, his curly hair dusted with flour.

“Daddy!” The little boy flung himself off the chair, nearly tumbling to the ground in his haste to get to Remus.

Holding out his arms wide, Remus crouched down to catch him and squeeze him tightly. “Ooh, I missed you, Teddy Bear.”

“We learned about pasta today, Daddy! I made rabbit-oly.”

“ Ravioli , Edward, ravioli,” Poppy said with a smile. She held out a reheatable tin that was likely brimming with whatever delicious dinner she had prepared. Yet another life saver for Remus, who for the last several years had been sustaining himself and his son on takeaways. “He was a darling all day, as always.”

Standing back up with Teddy perched on his hip, Remus accepted the dish sheepishly. “Thank you for keeping him longer, Poppy. Truly. An emergency came in-”

“Ah,” she waved off. “It was no trouble at all. Our nest could always use a bit of this little sunshine.”

“Minerva still at the school?”

“Yes, I don’t think she’s relinquishing her reins on the queer alliance club quite as well as she had thought.”

Remus chuckled. “You know, most people are excited to retire.”

”Alas, she’s never been most people. No matter how much she grumbles and huffs about those kids, she loves them dearly. She’s having a hard time letting them go. But if that isn’t what I just love about her.”

“She’s a formidable woman, that’s for certain,” Remus said. Teddy began to wiggle a bit in his arms, clearly growing impatient with the adult conversation. “Alright, Teddy, are you ready to go home?”

”Can we watch Narnia?”

”Sure we can, buddy, but first I think my little flour monster could use a bath, huh,” he said, nuzzling his nose into Teddy’s messy hair, making the boy giggle. “Say bye-bye to Poppy.”

Teddy reached out his arms towards the woman, who hugged him back with a quick kiss to his temple. “You be good for your daddy, Edward. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Bye, Miss Poppy!”

”Thanks again and tell Minerva I said hello,” Remus said with another smile to the woman. “We’ll see you in the morning.”

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raceweek · 1 year ago

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How many hits is ur Alex’s-balls-appendicectomy post on now?

every time i think i’ve forgotten that cursed post someone reminds me how alex neutered gate is the number one post in this blogs history

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theotheristhedoctor · 5 months ago

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As a UK-trained doctor, I can say that SLS is very much a Thing, and is a bit more complicated than this description.

So, some background: the UK has the National Health Service (NHS). Sometimes described as the "State Religion," it is one of the things British people hold to be most important to their culture. Even people who hate it define themselves as such; having known and worked with many Americans it's actual closest equivalent is the US army in terms of general attitude to it.

Importantly, the NHS is "free at the point of delivery." That means that nobody pays to see their doctor, have surgery, or get medications prescribed*(1). Even in an increasingly privatised system, the NHS delivers about 90% of all medical and Surgical care in the UK. Importantly, most surgeons have a private & NHS workload; it's rare to have a surgeon ONLY practice privately and the evidence suggest's they're on average less good!

This also means that the NHS is the major trainer and employer of hospital doctors. Given that the NHS has a desperate need to serve the whole country, trainees get flung around the place. This theoretically ensures that the quality of doctors is pretty evenly spread*(2). Family doctors (GPs) have a slightly different system of employment, but in a small country this has led to traditionally good goegraphic spread of doctors*(2), as well as a similar access to surgeons and a fairly egalitarian approach to surgical prioity. Whilst many people do pay to have their knee replacement done slightly earlier, it's probably the same surgeon who would have done it, in the same hospital, with the same kit. More urgent surgery is even less likely to be done privately, because the ability to jump the queue is less; surgical lists are built based on urgency of care, not who's paying*(3).

Why is this important? Because despite all this I know which patients are going to get post-op complications, and it will always be the patient with SLS. The one who's aunt died a few years ago during an appendicectomy, who's got chronic pain and is overweight despite running 3 marathons two years ago (before they got their 1-in-a-million cancer).

I know which patients will get their cases cancelled on the day, and it will always be the ones who had to book annual leave three months in advance and who's wife has just been diagnosed with breast cancer after their third failed pregnancy.

And I know which patients careful opioid prescriptions will nevertheless result in them turning up in 6 months for a detox, because if I was living their life I took would accidentally take one extra codeine a day, except they happen to be supermetabolisers so they get full morphine blowback and it builds and builds and they can't get to their doctor cos the dog just died and the car broke down and now they're fixed on OTC doses, and then it's heroin because they can't get fuck all else ...

But if i don't prescribe the Opioids they'll get terrible chronic pain and lose their job and then their wife will leave them and then their kids will get cancer. Because. Because because because. SLS.

It's absolutely socioeconomically linked, but so frequently it's not just "you're poor so you get shit healthcare." Its also "you got unlucky with a health thing a family thing and a work thing all at once and now your life will simply spiral out of control." It's "you don't live in a good dessert but you might as well because your back pain and commute stop you doing a full shop every week and now you've eaten shit for 6 months you've got lifelong constipation". It's an endless humbling reminder that no matter how good my care is health is intrinsically linked to so much else, and that balance is more important than perfection.

It's also a reminder that the Tories can fuck off, because anything that drives up inequality WILL make healthy worse and nobody can fix it once it spirals.

(1) you do pay for the pharmacist to make up your prescriptions, but this is also cost-controlled. Very few people in the UK pay the actual cost of their medications.

(2) This is getting worse due to changes in how doctors are recruited, employed and re-emberced. The destruction of Primary Care Practice in my lifetime is a sin that neither Labour nor the Tories can escape responsibility for.

(3) Mostly. Unfortunately if the only surgeon available is an ankle surgeon then your ovarian mass isn't going next.

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vertus-fruits-et-legumes · 8 months ago

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L'histoire tragique de Abebe Bikila, le marathonien qui a perdu ses jambes à 36 ans. Abebe Bikila est un nom qui résonne dans l'histoire de l'athlétisme. Il fut le premier Africain à remporter une médaille d'or olympique, en courant le marathon de Rome en 1960 pieds nus. Quatre ans plus tard, il récidiva à Tokyo, malgré une appendicectomie subie quelques semaines avant la course. Il devint ainsi le premier homme à gagner deux fois le marathon olympique. Abebe Bikila, le marathonien qui a perdu ses jambes à 36 ans Le drame Mais la vie d'Abebe Bikila bascula en 1969, lorsqu'il fut victime d'un grave accident de voiture qui le laissa paralysé des deux jambes. Il avait 36 ans et venait de prendre sa retraite sportive. Il ne put jamais réaliser son rêve de participer aux Jeux olympiques de Munich en 1972. Malgré ce drame, Abebe Bikila ne perdit pas sa volonté de vivre et de se dépasser. Il se lança dans le tir à l'arc, le tir au pistolet et le tennis en fauteuil roulant. Abebe Bikila, le marathonien qui a perdu ses jambes à 36 ans →A lire aussi Championnats du monde d'athlétisme: Gebreslase espère la paix en Éthiopie après sa victoire au marathon Il participa même aux Jeux paralympiques de Tel Aviv en 1976, où il termina cinquième au tir à l'arc. Abebe Bikila mourut en 1973, des suites d'une hémorragie cérébrale. Il avait 41 ans. Il reste une source d'inspiration pour des millions de personnes, qui admirent son courage, sa détermination et sa dignité face à l'adversité. Un destin incroyable Un destin incroyable Certains hommes ont des destins qu'aucun romancier ne pourrait imaginer, et celui d'Abebe Bikila en fait partie. Premier médaillé d'or olympique de son pays, l'Éthiopien a marqué à jamais l'histoire de la course à pied. Un homme humble Un homme humble Champion olympique de marathon à Rome en 1960 et à Tokyo en 1964, Abebe Bikila a marqué les esprits par sa foulée légère et son humilité. Un homme discret, et surdoué. Un héros pour toute une nation Un héros pour toute une nation Aujourd'hui, Abebe Bikila est considéré comme une légende en Éthiopie. Ses exploits ont inspiré toute une nation qui domine aujourd'hui le circuit mondial. Retour sur l'histoire fascinante et tragique d'Abebe Bikila. Garde impériale Garde impériale Abebe Bikila naît le 7 août 1932 (le jour du marathon des Jeux olympiques de Los Angeles) dans la ville de Jato, en Éthiopie. Issu d'un milieu très pauvre, il s'engage dans la garde impériale de l'empereur Haïlé Sélassié. Repéré en 1969 Repéré en 1969 Il commence à s'entraîner à la course dans les années 1950 et est repéré en 1959 par les instances éthiopiennes d'athlétisme, notamment par Onni Niskanen, membre de la Croix-Rouge et passionné d'athlétisme. Il a alors 26 ans. Bruits de couloir Bruits de couloir Des rumeurs commencent alors à se répandre dans le monde entier sur les performances hors normes de l'Éthiopien, qui aurait couru le marathon en 2 heures, 21 minutes et 23 secondes. Jeux Olympiques de Rome Jeux Olympiques de Rome En Europe, beaucoup d'experts remettent en cause ce temps. Si, en premier lieu, Abebe Bikila ne doit pas participer au marathon olympique de Rome en 1960, il est finalement invité en remplacement d'un coureur blessé. Pieds nus Pieds nus Avant le marathon des JO, certains médecins analysent alors les pieds de l'Éthiopien et se rendent compte que ceux-ci ont une épaisse corne, dû au fait qu'il court toujours pieds nus. Abebe Bikila essaie alors des chaussures mais ses performances sont beaucoup moins bonnes. Radi et Bikila Radi et Bikila Le jour de la course, le Marocain Abdeslam Radi part largement favori. Il se détache rapidement du peloton mais un homme ne le lâche pas d'une semelle : Abebe Bikila. Une accélération dévastatrice Une accélération dévastatrice L'Éthiopien, qui court pieds nus, apparaît très calme et ne laisse transparaître aucun effort. Après avoir suivi l'allure de Radi pendant une quarantaine de kilomètres, il place une accélération dévastatrice près de l'obélisque d'Aksoum et lâche son adversaire du jour.

Record du monde et symbole Record du monde et symbole Sous les applaudissements du public acquis à sa cause, il s'impose en 2 h 15 min 16 s (record du monde), 25 secondes devant son dauphin. Son arrivée est d'autant plus symbolique qu'elle a lieu à l'Arc de Constantin, l'ancienne route des triomphes, 25 ans après l'invasion de l'Éthiopie par Mussolini en 1935. "Beaucoup d'autres coureurs auraient pu gagner à ma place" Beaucoup d'autres coureurs auraient pu gagner à ma place À l'arrivée, Abebe Bikila se montre très humble, refusant de boire et de manger. Il dira également : "dans la Garde Impériale, il y a beaucoup d'autres coureurs qui auraient pu gagner à ma place." Héros national Héros national Premier médaillé d'or de l'Afrique noire, il est accueilli en héros dans son pays et devient tune figure nationale. Il est malheureusement impliqué, malgré lui, dans un coup d'État manqué contre son empereur après les Jeux mais est gracié. Double champion Double champion Il se consacre alors à son sport de prédilection et remporte plusieurs marathons. Il devient un peu plus "coquet" et collabore avec la marque ASICS. Il arrive en grand favori des JO 1964 à Tokyo et remporte la course en 2 h 12 min 11 s, nouveau record du monde, plus de quatre minutes avant le suivant. Le drame Le drame Victime d'une blessure au péroné, il est contraint d'arrêter sa carrière en 1968, à 35 ans, après avoir abandonné après 15 kilomètres lors du marathon olympique. Le 22 mars 1969, il est victime d'un grave accident et se brise la nuque. Après des mois de lutte et de survie, il perd l'usage de ses jambes à 36 ans. JO 1972 JO 1972 En 1972, lors des Jeux Olympiques de Munich, il reçoit une immense ovation alors qu'il est simple spectateur. Un moment d'émotion qui le marquera toute sa vie. Un grand homme Un grand homme Il meurt le 25 octobre 1973 d'une hémorragie cérébrale à l'âge de 41 ans, une complication due à son accident. 65 000 personnes assistent à ses obsèques, dont l'empereur Hailé Sélassié lui-même.

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peniswizard69 · 1 year ago

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Appendicectomy

I got denied for both top and bottom surgery by my insurance, but I was approved for "middle surgery!"

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