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Bro this new side order DLC is fuckin' weird man
#Splatoon#Splatoon 3#Splatoon Side Order#Side Order#Flan speaks#Thank you Wallace for providing the Dracula Flow text
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any1 got icon ideasss???!! i feel bad for having this blog inactive and having nonstop notesss :<
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went into the tag and saw the worst post ever. Goodbye for another 3 years
#flan speaks#this is a /j and no I won't be saying the post publicly#because it's very much opinion based
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literally the best thing ever. I couldn’t help it, I took lots of photos before eating some
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the... sandflan
#im feeling a bit delirious cant draw cant write so this is what you guys are getting alright?#alright#the sandman#rex speaks#does this joke only work with an american accent?? idk what flan is pronounced like lmao
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flan... ily flan........ flansweep
#boiledegg speaks#i. dont remember if this is an ask game i reblogged or if its jsut bc i love flan#thank you for the flan nontheless
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Me when being on an antidepressant makes me less depressed
#it speaks#ive been like. being able to reply consistently to rps consistently#i cleaned the bathroom and started laundry before i even finished my monster#ive made so many phone calls(yelling at cmp. refilling testosterone.#making a psychiatrist appointment so i can continue to be on antidepressants (maybe get back on antipsychotic)#im going to shower and eat something that isnt soda or a gummy vitamin and then make flan& edibles& crock pot pork butt#then find a good pirate link for the new spiderverse and smoke some weed and watch that#man i havent made flan in years#tho honestly i REALLY want to see Spiderverse 2 in theaters so i might. just. wait till next monday and go to the matinee#bc i want to see it but i dont want to see it for $23+a ticket#$12 is reasonable. even tho matinees should be $5. but it was worth it for Nope itll be worth it for Spoidahs#i own Spiderverse 1 i can play that anytime
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positive!! someone will come fix the internet finally tomorrow
negative!! i have to wait till tomorrow
#snow speaks#today the hotspots been super bad so ive been lowkey dying of boredom#which inevitably turned into 'hey what games do i have downloaded that doesnt require the internet'#explain to me why the hell do i have 13-2 downloaded and not the OTHER GAMES?#I COULD BE FINISHING LR A SECOND TIME ROUND BUT NOOO#i did get to see a paradox ending ive never seen before this game is so unserious sometimes its aslkjdfaslkh#i also didnt realize i maxed out majority of the roles oop :x obviously someone plays this game too much#fought the royal flanness and beat that in 3 mins and got the ending there which made me go :0 huh.#oHHHH I CAN GO DO OTHER PARADOX ENDINGS. oh thats gonna take a while though... mmmm#will try though#actually i shouldnt be complaining tbh i think ill be fine#its just academias gonna slow the quality im so stunned by how nicely it runs#ohhh academia. you awful maze of a city#i think i can beat caius tbh. i think im strong enough#or am i supposed to lose. oh well im gonna fight him anyways
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K, have this names.
Latte, Cappuccino, Mocha, Fondue, Bonbon, Caramel, Tiramisu, Sundae, Mousse, Flan, Souffles-
Ooh anon I love all these suggestions!! I'm thinking of giving her two set of names, one for her 'real name' and one for her 'stage name' when she's in her 'rockstar' persona so the more names the better! 😊 Thank you!!
#asks#Dang imma have a hard time picking ONE theyre all such good contendors heehee#Latte Bonbon Cappuccino Flan speak to me but they all be poppin names hhh#anon
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news:
Christmas wine is better than New Year wine
#arbor mist pink moscato wins#the yellow tail red moscato has more of that alcohol taste#and is also not as sweet as the former#so arbor mist wins on the ‘wines that are gifted to us for some reason’ department#in other news the leche flan is FUCKING SMOOTH#like NEARLY identical to the one we had 2-3 days ago#anyways#that was stupid#<= (a tag for me speaking)#idk anymore#<= (also a tag for me speaking)
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I want to be able to perfect the Chillmatsu art because it's sooooo pretty to me
#flan speaks#Might do it now while I'm still awake#Gonna study that style than my notes for class nbjsfgb
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guys sorry for the inactivity I’m eepy
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I've been so fucking sick the last few days I need Jyushi and Homura to kiss me better
#flan speaks#SI talk#They'd end up getting sick too and then we'd all be fucked#but thats why I love them#cuz they're idiots <3
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Yui Komori girlfriend hcs ♡♡
🌷- Ok so everyone usually thinks of Yui as timid or generally soft spoken
🌷- Personally I think she's just extremely patient. Obviously the anime does her no justice, but I think she enjoys giving others the room they need to talk
🌷- As a girlfriend, my immediate thoughts are empathetic, caring, thoughtful, etc. I'm sure everyone can agree
🌷- But other than her kind nature, what kind of girlfriend would Yui actually be?
🌷- I imagine her to be someone who sends pictures of stray cats with a wall of text describing their every move and whether the cat likes her or not
🌷- She also seems to be the type of person to enjoy late night visits/calls when she's feeling overwhelmed or maybe just bored
🌷- I picture her to enjoy scrapbooking and insists on walking with her camera everywhere you two go so she can take pictures
🌷- She'd be the type of person to order food at a restaurant after insisting she doesn't want the same dish you got, but then proceeds to steal half your meal
🌷- I feel like she's very financially aware? That's an odd one but I imagine her to call you while you're busy to tell you how the price of milk has raised while shopping and have a half hour long discussion on the cost of milk brands
🌷- She's always the one to get rid of the creepy crawlies, as a matter of fact she insists on not killing it and allowing her to take it outside instead
🌷- She appreciates romantic gestures but might make a joke if it's super corny, like standing outside her window with a stereo, even if it was for shits and giggles
🌷- Has a playlist on your YouTube account for cooking recipes and could not care less when you tell her she has her own phone
🌷- Speaking of phone, she has an Android. SUE ME.
🌷- Likes to take candid photos to make stickers that you both embarrass each other with
🌷- Likes matching profile pictures because then her bio gets to be "matching with ___!"
🌷- Date nights aren't something she expects from you, but eventually notices the pattern and takes a mental note that you both go out for ice cream on Saturday nights
🌷- You both share a charger. Whether it was yours or hers that got lost in the void or dismantled beyond repair by some supernatural force, you both now share a single, barely working charger
🌷- Speaking of sharing, you both each have some kind of clothes from each other that you've adopted as your own. It literally doesn't matter if it's underwear or t-shirts, it's both yours now and no one can expect to be getting them back
🌷- Begs you to make tanghulu with her ever since it became trendy and has a plethora of videos in her camera roll dedicated to you guys just eating food
🌷- She likes physical touch. Your hand could be on her lap or vice versa, or just simply laying next to each other while waiting for a commercial to pass by, she enjoys feeling your body warmth
🌷- You guys almost always have sleepovers like middle school girls where you stay up the entire night talking about dumb topics or giggling at stupid jokes, high off of the positive atmosphere
🌷- Rented a Vespa one time and had you sit in the tiny little passenger seat
🌷- She loves making meals and buying gifts for you, literally her favourite thing to do is watch your reaction at all the hard work she put into making you have a better day
🌷- Promise rings obviously
🌷- Hmm maybe matching necklaces too
🌷- You tried making flan and both had to sit there and stomach what could only be described as resident evil food
🌷- Loves you so much that if she could take the moon and wrap it in a cute bow and put it under the Christmas tree, she really would
#diabolik lovers#diabolik lovers fandom#diabolik boys#yui komori#diabolik lovers yui#dialovers fandom#dialovers#diabolik lovers x you#diabolik lovers x reader#headcanon#anime x reader#diabolik lovers laito#ayato sakamaki#laito sakamaki#diabolik lovers subaru#diabolik lovers shu#fanfic
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Who Taught You How to Love Like That? - Chapter Two
Pairing: Modern!Aemond Targaryen x f!reader Warnings: Sugar daddy/sugar baby dynamics. Word count: ~2.8k
Chapter summary: Alicent's birthday dinner proves to be eventful in more ways than one.
Author's note: No gods, no masters, no tag lists. Only scabs community label fics. If you find yourself tempted to slap a label on this, please block me instead.
She flops down onto the sofa next to her flatmate, once safely back inside, huffing a dramatic sigh and replaying in her mind the mortifying moment that Aemond refused her kiss.
Mysaria takes out her earphones and closes her laptop, turning to her with a smirk. “So, sugar baby, how was your evening?”
“Shit.” She shoots back, dipping a hand into the open crisp bag that sits between them and taking a few.
“Let me guess, didn’t look anything like his picture?”
She shakes her head, speaking around a mouthful of crisps. “Exactly like his picture. I tried to kiss him and he said no.”
“Sounds like a win to me.” Mysaria says with a shrug. “If you can get away with not doing that sorta stuff and still get the money then you absolutely should.”
She sighs. Therein lies the problem, with Aemond she wants to do that sort of stuff.
The rest of the weekend passes by uneventfully, with no further word from Aemond, no matter how hard she wills for it as she stares at their existing text chain.
She has to suppress a strangled sounding squeal on Monday when he texts her while she’s at work. Her hand flies to her phone the moment she sees his name light up her screen with a buzz.
Are you working today?
She is almost embarrassed at the speed with which she replies.
I am. Why?
She feels her breath hitch as his response comes instantly.
I’ll swing by at lunch time.
She’s unable to concentrate for the rest of the morning, too nervous to focus on anything other than the fact that she’ll be seeing Aemond in a few hours. The time passes painfully slowly and she feels as though she’s anxiously drummed her fingers on every available surface until finally it’s noon.
She spots him in the foyer as she heads downstairs. He is instantly recognisable; taller than almost everyone, the top half of his pale hair is pulled back from his face in a bun, while the rest hangs loose around his shoulders. His fitted black shirt is rolled up to the elbows and paired with a well tailored pair of suit trousers and expensive looking dress shoes.
He gives her his subtle trademark smirk when he sees her and she immediately feels self conscious under the intensity of his gaze.
“Thanks for giving up your lunch break for me.” He says after she’s greeted him. “I figured it would make our story more believable if I’d actually seen you at work. We’re bound to get asked questions at dinner on Wednesday.”
“Oh…sure, no problem.” She feels herself deflate a little upon hearing that this isn’t a visit because he simply wants to see her.
“I brought you a little something, guessing you haven’t had lunch yet?”
He hands her a thick, white box that has ‘Cédric Grolet’ inscribed in gold lettering. It’s a bakery she’s read about in Time Out Magazine, but never visited. In her opinion, anyone willing to spend six pounds on a croissant has more money than sense. She opens the box, her eyebrows raising in surprise as she looks at the delicate pastry inside.
“You brought me a custard tart.” She meets his eye with a grin.
Aemond scoffs. “Parisian flan, actually.”
“Thank you.” Her cheeks heat up as she holds his gaze. “I’ll eat this later. Don’t want to risk it around the exhibits.”
He nods, a mixture of amusement and something she can’t quite place evident in his eye as he looks at her. “Shall we then?” He gestures for her to lead the way.
She guides him around the museum and she is impressed with the depth of his knowledge as he tells her what he knows regarding Ancient Egypt and Greek history. Likewise, he pays rapt attention when she explains the timeline of the Vikings and Saxons, asking relevant questions and nodding enthusiastically as she answers.
For the first time in a long time she feels genuinely listened to when she speaks about the subject she’s so fiercely passionate about. It’s nice to have someone take an interest. The conversation flows easily and all too quickly an hour slips by.
“I should let you get back to work.” Aemond tells her, pulling his phone from his pocket and checking the time. “I need to get back to Vhagar anyway.”
“Vhagar?”
“Yeah.” Aemond says, and for the first time since they met, his face lights up with genuine happiness. “She’s my doberman. She’s getting on a bit, so I try not to leave her with the dog walker for too long if I can help it.”
She feels herself melt a little at this admission. As if he wasn’t already perfect, he was an animal lover to top it all off.
He’s quick to compose himself, clearing his throat and returning to his stoic demeanour. “Anyway, I’ll pick you up at six on Wednesday, okay?”
She nods and they wave goodbye to each other. She heads back to work, a slight spring in her step for having seen Aemond. She can’t believe how much they have in common, smiling to herself as she wonders when she’ll get to meet Vhagar.
She’s brought crashing back to reality when her phone buzzes with a text from Aemond.
For working through your lunch break.
It’s immediately followed by a notification from her banking app. A one thousand pound deposit from A. Targaryen.
She knows she should feel elated by the money, but it’s a sobering reality check. He’s not your boyfriend, this is transactional.
When she arrives home from work on Wednesday afternoon, she is overwhelmed by the idea of having to get ready for Alicent’s birthday dinner. There is no way she can reuse the dress from Jace and Baela’s engagement party, and everything else in her wardrobe feels far too casual for a family as high end as the Targaryens.
She’s distracted momentarily when she catches sight of a package sitting on the kitchen side.
“Parcel on the side for you!” Mysaria calls out from her bedroom.
“I see it, thanks!” She shouts back, working to remove the packaging.
Inside is a Cartier box, with a note; ‘Would really like you to wear this to dinner - A.’
“Well, then, what is it?” Mysaria asks, creeping up behind her and resting her head on her shoulder. “It arrived this morning and I’ve resisted the temptation to open it all day!”
She gasps as she opens the box. A white gold necklace inlaid with diamonds, and a single sapphire at its center, rests inside.
Mysaria lets out a low whistle. “You could sell that and put down a deposit on a bloody house!”
She rolls her eyes. “I think he intends for me to wear it, not sell it. But what the fuck am I going to put it with? It’s going to look like I’ve put tinsel on shit!”
An hour later, having rummaged through Mysaria’s wardrobe, she’s finally ready, having paired a long sleeved, silky button down top with a faux leather skirt. Simple enough for a casual dinner, yet dressy enough to compliment the completely over the top jewelry that now sits around her neck.
Aemond arrives and is ever the gentleman, opening the passenger side door for her as she climbs into his car. Her eyes linger a little too long on the way his expertly tailored suit hugs his body. Thankfully, his attention is focused entirely on her throat, so he doesn’t notice.
“Necklace looks good.” He says buckling his seatbelt. “We’ll have to do something at some point about the rest of it though.”
Her mouth gapes open in shock. “What’s wrong with my outfit?!”
He reaches across, rubbing the material of her top between his thumb and forefinger. “Polyester.”
The touch of his fingers in such close proximity to her skin makes her feel so light headed that she can’t find it in herself to be offended. Wordlessly, he starts the car.
“So, I should brief you on what you’re getting into before we arrive.” Aemond glances over at her as he drives. “It's my mother's birthday. She won’t have cooked, she never does; she’ll have ordered Thai food. Her partner, Criston, will be there, so will my brother, Aegon, and my sister, Helaena. There’ll also be my half sister, Rhaenyra.”
She doesn’t miss how Aemond tenses up as he speaks of Rhaenyra. She can’t help but feel panicked at how intimate of an affair this will be, especially as this is only her second date with Aemond, if date is even the right word for it.
“What about the rest of your family that were at the engagement party?”
“Most of the people there were not anyone I’d consider family. My grandfather’s away on business and ‘Nyra knows better than to bring her boys. Mum won’t want them there. None of us do.”
The grip that Aemond has on the steering wheel tightens and his jaw clenches. She decides not to push the subject any further, it’s clearly a touchy one and she simply doesn’t know him well enough to pry. The rest of the drive passes in silence.
The townhouse they pull up outside of is lavish, a blanket of green ivy covers the outside. Aemond is quick to take her hand as they walk up the path to the front door. Her heart races at the feel of it, and she has to battle to remind herself that it’s all for show.
Alicent gives them both a warm welcome, pulling them into a tight hug with a kiss on both cheeks. She looks radiant as ever as she leads them through to a large dining room, with a long mahogany table at the center of it.
Helaena jumps up as soon as she sees them, giving them both a hug, while Aegon opts to remain seated, making a mock salute as he takes a swig from his beer bottle.
Aemond was right about the Thai food, as Criston enters shortly after they arrive, carrying several paper bags from a place called Patara and places them in the middle of the table.
Aemond pulls out a chair for her and she takes a seat, her eyes fluttering closed involuntarily as he presses his lips to her temple. A shiver runs through her.
“Get me a fork, would you, Hel? I’ll be here all fucking night trying to eat with chopsticks.” Aegon says, leaning forward to rummage in a bag.
“It’s Thai food, you eat it with a spoon, not chopsticks!” Helaena shoots back.
“That’s not a fork though, is it?” He rolls his eyes exasperatedly, pulling out tubs and setting them down. “Get me a fork!”
“Get your own fork, dick.” She fires back.
“Will you two stop it?!” Alicent hisses. “I just want one family dinner without an argument. Rhaenyra isn’t even here yet, stop opening the food. Aegon!”
She hurries from the room as the doorbell rings.
The mood around the table shifts. She notices Aemond rubbing his fingers together absentmindedly, his teeth grinding ever so slightly. Without thinking, she reaches over and takes his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. He squeezes back, shooting her an appreciative look.
Rhaenyra sweeps into the room, looking glamorous. Her long, light hair is pulled into an intricate braid and a pair of teardrop ruby earrings hang delicately from her lobes.
“Apologies for my lateness.” She says with a tight smile. “Difficult to be on time when you have to make separate dinner plans for the side of the family that aren’t welcome.”
“Oh god, she’s started already.” Drawls Aegon. “Come on, who had ‘as soon as she arrives’ in the sweepstake for when ‘Nyra would start her bitching?”
“Aegon!” Alicent scolds him, her brown eyes widened with anger. Her face softens as she turns back to Rhaenyra. “Ignore him, I’m so pleased you could make it.”
The two women exchange a warm embrace before taking their seats.
The meal passes in relative high spirits, in spite of its awkward start. Expensive red wine is shared around the table, as they all dig into dishes of soft shell crab mango salad, chicken massaman and vegetable pad thai.
Alicent asks her more about her line of work, while Aemond interjects that he’d dropped by to surprise her with lunch. This little anecdote is met with excited coos from both his mother and sister.
He plays the part of attentive boyfriend perfectly. Dishing out food onto her plate, feeding her from his fork and placing his hand on her knee at regular intervals. The longer it goes on for, the more difficult it becomes for her to remember that it’s all an act. The way her body responds to his touch is certainly not for show, however; there is no pretending when it comes to the gooseflesh left in the wake of his hand on her skin.
As the meal is drawing to its end, Rhaenyra sits back in her chair, running her fingers along the stem of her wine glass. “So, I was planning on making a gift of Dragonstone Cottage to Jace and Baela, since they’ll be needing a place to live together once they’re married.”
“That’s not yours to give away.” Aemond tells her, staring at her with an intensity that’s almost frightening.
“Father didn’t name an owner in his will. Technically, as first born, everything goes to me.” She says with an offhand shrug.
“That’s such bullshit!” Aegon seethes, over the rim of his glass.
“Don’t.” Criston warns. “You’ll upset your mother.”
“Maybe this is best talked about another time.” Alicent says, shooting an apologetic look around the table.
“That’s the problem though, isn’t it, Mum? You never want to talk about it and she always gets her own way, just like when Dad was alive.” Aegon says, his voice raising an octave with every word.
“Oh, I think you’ve gotten far more than what is owed to you.” Rhaenyra glares at him.
Aemond slams his fist on the table, causing everyone to startle. He stands abruptly, storming from the room.
She isn’t sure of where to look, she has never felt more uncomfortable in her entire life than she does right now. The atmosphere around the dinner table is horribly strained and she is suddenly glad of the opportunity to play up to her part of concerned girlfriend in order to get away from it.
“I’ll…um…I’ll just go and see where he’s gone.” She says shakily, eager to get away from the sour, sullen faces that now surround her.
She finds Aemond stood outside in the back garden, leaning against the railing of the patio decking as he smokes a cigarette.
“I didn’t know you smoked.”
“I don’t.” He responds, taking another drag.
“Anything in there that you wanted to talk about?” She offers meekly.
“I don’t pay you enough for that.” He sighs.
Her face falls slightly at this. Each reminder of what their relationship really is is like a punch to the gut. She leans against the railing, placing her hand next to his.
“Whatever it is, I’m sorry. If you ever do need to talk though, I’m happy to listen.”
Aemond flicks the cigarette away, crushing it under foot. “I just…just once it would be nice to feel appreciated.”
“I appreciate you.” She tells him honestly, her little finger stroking over his as she stares up at him.
His face softens as he looks down at her and for the first time since she stepped outside she feels like he is seeing her, really seeing her. His hand moves from the railing to brush her hair away from her face and as his eye moves from hers to her lips, she leans up and presses them to his. This time he doesn’t stop her.
He tastes of cigarettes and red wine, it’s a heady combination, intensified by the plushness of his lips. All too soon, he is pulling away, breathing heavily.
“I’m sorry. We shouldn’t have done that.” He admits.
“But I wanted to.” She pleads earnestly.
He wraps his arms around her then, one hand clutching desperately between her shoulder blades, as the other buries itself in her hair. He kisses her like he is a man starved of oxygen and he needs her to breathe. She whimpers as she feels his tongue work itself against her own. Nobody has ever kissed her like this before, it makes her head swim and heat lick at her lower belly.
“Go to dinner with me on Friday.” He says breathlessly, once their lips part. “Just me and you.”
“I’d love to.” She whispers.
Chapter one || Chapter three || Series masterlist
#aemond targaryen#aemond one eye#aemond#prince aemond targaryen#aemond stannies#pro aemond targaryen#modern aemond#aemond targaryen x reader#aemond targaryen smut#aemond targaryen angst#house of the dragon#hotd#aemond targaryen fan fiction#aemond targaryen fanfiction#aemond targaryen fan fic#aemond targaryen fanfic#hotd fan fiction#hotd fanfic#hotd fanfiction#hotd fan fic
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Pairing: Jihyo x Female Reader
Summary: because of an incident that happened in high school, y/n always thought that love was never meant for her. That is until she meets Jihyo.
Genre: smau + some written, non-idol au, college au, fluff, angst
Warnings: kill/kms jokes, my attempts at humor (dry/ childish humor), cursing, mentions of homophobia, suggestive??, gonna be a little slow in the beginning
Featuring: some members of stray kids, yuqi of (g)i-dle
Status: ongoing (will update when I can)
A/N: This is my first smau, so i'm sorry if it's not good and that it will most likely be all over the place. But I hope you'll still enjoy the story. Also, the reader will speak some Spanish so if there's ever something you don't understand, it's okay I'll be putting translations at the end. ☆ The timestamps aren't important!
Basics | Brave
٠ ࣪⭑1. The Flan
٠ ࣪⭑2. She Failed
٠ ࣪⭑3. Blocked
٠ ࣪⭑4. Cupid aka me
٠ ࣪⭑5. Little Shit
٠ ࣪⭑6. SHE SAID YES 6.5. Bonus
٠ ࣪⭑7. GASP
٠ ࣪⭑8. Jihyo's Love Advisors
٠ ࣪⭑9. Halloween Night Part 1 9.5. Part 2
٠ ࣪⭑10. Yikes
٠ ࣪⭑11. Just Friends (written) 11.5. Bonus
٠ ࣪⭑12. It's Fine
٠ ࣪⭑13. It's Not Fine
٠ ࣪⭑14.
tbc...
#⟡˙⋆ Talk That Talk#twice#twice smau#park jihyo#twice fluff#jihyo#jihyo smau#jihyo x female reader#kpop smau#twice social media au#jihyo social media au#jihyo fluff#twice angst#jihyo angst
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