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cheeruplovely · 7 years ago

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Olicity: Game Night

“I’ll beat you at this game one day.”

“No, you won’t.”

“This is a matter of male pride.”

“That’s the worst reason I’ve ever heard.”

“Felicity, I love you, but I can’t allow you to beat me at Call of Duty.”

“You can’t allow it?”

“I didn’t mean that to sound so sexist.”

“I’ll overlook it only because it makes me look even more awesome when I beat you so effortlessly.”

“It was hardly effortless.”

“Whatever you say.”

“How did you get so good at this anyway?”

“So you’re admitting that I’m better than you?”

“I’m acknowledging that you’re good and I want to how know.”

“I am actually the biggest nerd you know, and you want to know how I’m so good at video games?”

“Ok, that was definitely cheating.”

“It’s not cheating if it’s natural talent.”

“You can’t have natural talent at Call of Duty.”

“Sure you can. Hand-eye-coordination, strategic thinking…”

“Alright, you made your point. I need to get dinner started.”

“Quitting already, huh?”

“I’m not quitting, I’m making dinner.”

“You’re stopping the game. Quitting.”

“We’re never playing this game again.”

“Does that mean I can have my Mario Kart game back?”

“Only if you can reach it.”

“I still think putting it on top of the kitchen cabinets was unnecessary.”

“You might be the best at video games but I’m still taller than you.”

“You’re so not getting laid tonight.”

“We’ll see about that.”

“Cooking without your shirt is cheating.”

“It’s not cheating if it’s natural talent.”

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wingsofnight · 10 years ago

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endlessummerafternoons · 11 years ago

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SHE WAS SO BROKEN AND CRYING AND HE HUGGED HER AND SAID HE'S GOT HER AND THEYRE GOING HOME IH MY GOS

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soul-wanderer · 10 years ago

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WELCOME TO THE DENSI FANDOM! BEST/WORST DECISION YOUVE EVER MADE ❤️

Haha, I'm in it for a while now, I'm just not very active, but thank you, I know^^ Those two are definitely life ruiners, that's for sure!

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idristardis · 11 years ago

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DENSI Fic - You Are the Answer to A Question I Asked (In Another Life)

Happy Valentine's everyone!! This is my contribution to densiprompts - the prompt was "milestone birthday" as submitted by promiseyoullbepatientwithme. It's set a few years in the future and presumes an established Densi. It also assumes that Deeks' father was born in 1959 (as opposed to the impossible date that the show gave us which would have made him only ten when Deeks was born). The title is from a song lyric by the amazing band Tired Pony. Hope you all enjoy!!!!

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Rating: T

Word Count: 3,110

Warnings: Minor angst; major fluff; slight hints of naughtiness.

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January 8, 2019

The bedroom of the small, funky bungalow was quiet – which was not really all that surprising given the early hour. Sunshine had just barely begun to spill through the pale blue curtains that framed the room’s wide window, dappling the interior with a soft glow.

Kensi blinked, slowly surfacing from her typically deep sleep as she turned onto her other side in an attempt to escape the room’s persistently increasing brightness. It was Saturday, and she was definitely not ready to get up yet. As she moved, her left hand slid absently across the empty half of the bed beside her. Her engagement ring caught and refracted the sunlight, sending little shards of rainbow-edged light bouncing around the room. The sheets were cool under her palm, and as she lay there and listened intently she realized that she couldn’t hear the sounds of Deeks moving about anywhere in the house. Even Monty’s usual early morning shuffling and snuffling was absent.

Based on the temperature of the sheets and how very quiet and still the rest of the house was, Kensi guessed that Deeks and his canine buddy had already been gone for quite some time. She wasn’t concerned though. It’s a bit early for it, but he’s off surfing for sure, she thought to herself sleepily. He’ll be back soon…

She snuggled herself more deeply into the sheets and pulled the light comforter up over herself as well. The early January weather was cool by L.A. standards and without Deeks’ lanky form curled around her as it usually was at this hour, she felt the chill a bit more keenly than she might have otherwise.

Satisfied that she’d cocooned herself thoroughly, Kensi drifted back to sleep with thoughts of how they’d probably spend their Saturday floating through her mind. They had a few of their regular weekend errands to take care of in the afternoon, but Kensi smiled as she thought about the special surprises she had planned for Deeks. I hope he’ll be happy about them…

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A few miles away, the sun was also rising over Heavens. Being the middle of winter, the swell wasn’t great, but Deeks had caught a few decent waves already that morning. The beach wasn’t too crowded, given the season, but there were a few other diehards about – most of them were at least passingly familiar faces to Deeks though he was careful not to frequent this particular stretch of sand often enough anymore to be overly well-known to them. One of Sam’s lasting lessons, he mused as he observed some of the other surfers riding one of the smaller of the morning’s swells.

He’d settled a little while ago, paddling out a ways and sitting on his board to watch the others for a bit before heading in. Monty was lolling in a comfortable spot on the sand, having already had his fill of nosing about and running – well, at his age more like trotting – up and down the beach while Deeks had been surfing.

It was a short leap from thinking about how his beloved dog had slowed down as he’d gotten older to thinking about what the day was. He knew he should head home to Kensi soon – she’d probably already woken up and noticed his absence – but he needed just a little while longer to himself. He’d been aware of it for weeks now, the knowledge hovering at the periphery of his consciousness, yet somehow this morning it all crashed down on him like a ton of bricks.

Forty, he thought to himself, shaking his head slightly. Forty today, the big 4-0. Kinda hard to believe it.

That was kind of the thing – he couldn’t really believe it. And it wasn’t a vanity thing – though he could just hear Kensi’s voice in his head right now, teasing him about being worried that he was going to start losing muscle tone and finding gray hairs, but it wasn’t that at all.

Well. Maybe a little bit. But not for the most part.

Ol’Gordo never made it to forty. The thought had come to him a little while earlier, asserting itself with a sudden clarity that shocked him so much it immobilized him for a few seconds. The lapse in attention had almost gotten him knocked off his board mid-wave before he’d regrouped and finished riding it in to the shoreline. Even now, after he’d had a chance to reflect on it for a bit, he was still trying to wrap his mind around that deceptively simple fact. His father – the shadow that had hung over him his entire life, the weight he’d almost always carried between his shoulder blades, the force that had driven him on to do more, do better, be different – would now forever be younger than him. Even if he got killed working their next case – not that he was looking to fulfill that morbid line of thought – it would still be true. The man that had dominated his mostly miserable childhood – and the phantom presence that had followed him in all the years since – was frozen in time at the age of 39.

Deeks had never really realized until just now that he’d been waiting for this birthday for practically his whole life. Well, maybe specifically this birthday only since Hetty told me how old he was when he died, he amended, narrowing his eyes and gazing out over the waves at a flock of gulls that was wheeling and dipping on the strengthening breeze. But somewhere in my subconscious, I think I was always waiting for the day I knew for sure that we wouldn’t have a single thing in common, not even our age…I think somehow I was always waiting to be positive I’d outlived him…outlasted him.

Maybe it shouldn’t make such a difference. Maybe to someone else it wouldn’t. But to him, it was like the final pieces of some gigantic puzzle had finally slotted into place. He didn’t know if he could explain it fully, not even to Kensi, though he knew that if anyone could possibly understand she would come the closest.

He tilted his head back, letting the rays of the rising sun wash over him and sink into him, warming him through and through. He’d been good before today. He’d been great, even. He really enjoyed his work, he had good friends, a loyal – if ancient – dog, and he and Kensi were as amazing together as he’d always hoped they would be back when he’d dared to imagine it all those years ago now. But today…today he felt relieved of a burden he hadn’t truly even realized he’d still been carrying. Today he felt completely, and irrevocably, free.

He couldn’t contain the joyful laugh that burst from him then, and he leaned forward on his board, preparing to paddle out and catch one more wave before heading back home to Kensi. If he guessed correctly, he still probably had enough time to pick up coffee and doughnuts on the way back, grab a shower, and walk Monty before she was truly ready to be up and coherent for the day. That likely being the case, he savored every moment of the last wave, drawing out the ride and letting himself enjoy the flow of it. Simply reveling in feeling the connection to both the board and the water.

A few minutes later, he’d finished surfing and returned to his car, securing his board to the roof-rack before settling into the driver’s seat and heading for one of their favorite coffee shops. As he drove, his thoughts turned to his – probably still sleeping – fiancée. I wonder if Kensi thinks she’s really kept the party she’s planned a secret from me…

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“That,” he murmurs as she fumbles with her keys, trying to unlock their front door without dropping them or the cake box that she’s clutching in her other hand, “was an amazing party, Kens.”

“Yeah?” she smiles, looking back at him over her shoulder even as she feels his arms slide around her waist. “Even if you totally weren’t surprised like you were supposed to be?” Their eyes meet, and when she sees the unrepentant and mischievous twinkle in his, her smile turns into a smirk.

“What can I say?” He shrugs, gently jostling her and accidentally foiling her second attempt to get the door open. Amusement colors his voice as he continues, tilting his head close enough that she can feel the exhalations of his breath against her ear. “I may not be a detective anymore, but I can still detect.”

Finally, she gets the door unlocked – it had been a shameful effort, really, for someone who can pick a lock as well as she can. Maybe I’d have been better off with my pick than the actual keys. Although, she thinks as the weight of the cake box reminds her that that would’ve been impractical given their current situation, I would’ve needed both hands free for that, it’s true. It was also moot now, as they moved inside the house, walking with only a slight bit of shuffling awkwardness as Deeks seemed unwilling to let go of her.

“Well, Agent Deeks, I’m glad it lived up to expectations – even if it wasn’t a surprise,” she says, slipping out of his arms and depositing the box and her keys on the hall table before turning to face him and stepping back into his personal space. She attempts to school her features into her best innocent expression, but she knows she’s failing – she can feel the grin tugging the corners of her mouth inexorably upwards. “I wonder…” she trails off, her expression morphing from mock innocence to mock thoughtfulness in the blink of an eye, “…if you can detect any other surprises tonight?”

Their eyes meet and she holds his gaze unblinkingly for the space of a few heartbeats, the awareness that is always simmering between them flaring fully to life. She can see that he’s about to speak, but before he can utter whatever innuendo-laden retort he’d come up with she moves forward, pressing her mouth to his for a long, languid kiss. By the time they break apart, panting, a few moments later, his tie has been loosened and she’s got his shirt untucked so that she can slide her hands underneath it and explore. He’s done a bit of exploring of his own as her dress seems to be hanging a bit more loosely on her shoulders and now that she’s paying attention, she can feel his fingertips tracing slow, haphazard circles down her spine as far as the half-undone zipper will allow.

Regretfully pulling back from him, she smiles a wide, slow smile. “Hold that thought,” she sucks in a deep breath and steps back a bit further to help her resist just giving in and kissing him again. That won’t do…not yet. She looks over at the hall table and gestures to the box she’d left there. “Why don’t you put that away, and take Monty for a quick walk,” she murmurs as she starts to walk backwards towards their bedroom. “That ought to give me enough time.”

“Enough time?” he questions, brow furrowing. “Enough time for…for what…exactly?”

She can see that he’s still a bit dazed from what they’d just been doing and she almost takes pity on him and divulges her last surprise of the night, but she can’t. She’s planned all of this so carefully, and she’s this close to pulling it off – she can’t just let all her hard work go to waste now. With that thought in mind, she just tilts her head at him, eyebrow quirking up in an almost challenging fashion. “The sooner you get back, the sooner you’ll find out…”

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Deeks can only stare after her in shock as she disappears down the hallway, hair ruffled, dress askew, looking absolutely gorgeous and it would be perfect if it weren’t for the fact that she was walking away from him when they’d just been happily making out like teenagers up against the front door. Nope, haven’t got a clue what just happened here…

“That was uncalled for!” he shouts after her, but the only response he gets is her muted laughter through their bedroom door. Sighing, he picks up the cake box and takes it into the kitchen and puts it away in the fridge, figuring he might as well do what she’d asked – he moves as quickly as possible, eager to get back to where they’d been before she’d interrupted them. He whistles for Monty and they set off for what Deeks figures must be the slowest walk the dog has ever taken – though he’s not sure whether to chalk that up to Monty’s advanced age or his own impatience to get back to Kensi.

Finally they return to the bungalow and Deeks lets Monty off his leash, reaching down to scratch the always faithful mutt between the ears. “Sorry if I rushed you, buddy. Hope you can forgive me,” he says softly to the dog, who whines at him and shakes himself before wandering off towards his bed in the corner of the living room. Deeks shrugs to himself. “Close enough.”

He moves down the hallway, approaching the door to the bedroom which is still closed. Guessing that whatever Kensi’s up to, she probably doesn’t want him to just barge in, he raps lightly on the door with his knuckles. “Kens?”

There is the sound of movement from inside, followed by a brief pause, before he hears her voice. “Okay…c’mon in.” She’s speaking more softly than usual and he thinks she might sound a little bit nervous, but dismisses it as just a side-effect of the closed door muffling her words. Twisting the knob, he pushes the door and lets it swing inward.

The sight that greets him on the other side is enough to make his jaw drop and all the breath leave him in a whoosh. Kensi’s standing directly in front of him, hands clasped behind her, in nothing but the killer heels she’d been wearing at his party, and his favorite blue two-toned raglan shirt. The effect is simple, but thoroughly stunning.

“You’ve definitely managed to surprise me this time, Kens,” he murmurs with a grin. And, actually, my shirt might not be quite all she’s wearing, he thinks to himself. His eyes skim over her quickly, drinking her in from head to toe and back again, and he can see the thin straps of…something…where the soft jersey is slipping off her shoulder. The position of her arms, where they’re tucked behind her, also brings the hem up a bit and he thinks he sees a little lace peeping out, but before he can step closer and find out for himself she catches his attention by clearing her throat gently.

“Um,” she says quietly, and his gaze snaps back to her face, seeing that his earlier guess had been correct, she is nervous. “That’s…this…isn’t the surprise. Not exactly. Well…part of it…but…” she stumbles over the words, hands fidgeting behind her back.

He frowns slightly at that – he’s confused, and aroused, and confused about whether he’s supposed to be aroused right now or not. Shaking his head as if to clear it, he decides to try the direct approach and hope that Kensi will start making sense. “Okaaay,” he says slowly, “if you’re not the surprise – which, not gonna lie, you kind of seem like you are – then can you give me a hint about it?”

She takes a deep breath and looks up at him quickly before speaking. “D’you remember a conversation we had…it was a long time ago now…about horoscopes?” Her fidgeting increases slightly as she continues. “It was during that case with the bomb on the…”

“…on the train, yeah, I remember,” he finishes the thought for her and continues. “It was something about Capricorns and Leos driving each other crazy, but –”

He never gets the chance to go on because she’s nodding, a look of relief – presumably that he’d remembered – sweeping over her face. At the same moment, she brings her hands from behind her back and he realizes that they weren’t just clasped there – she’d been holding something that she apparently hadn’t wanted him to see right away. Looking down, he sees a tiny, plush lion clutched in her right hand. More importantly, he notices that the little lion has something that appears to be a baby’s rattle attached to its stuffed paw. Instantly, his breath whooshes out of him again, but this time for a completely different reason. He looks up at Kensi’s face, searching her eyes and seeing that her nerves have been mostly replaced with a joy that matches the expression he knows is on his own face.

She waggles the toy at him a bit and asks, “how does having another Leo around the house sound?”

He can’t help but laugh, the sound tinged with both wonder and disbelief. “It sounds amazing.” Their shaky smiles also match as he wraps his arms around her and reels her in close. “Just try not to gang up on me too often, okay?”

She laughs then. Her real, free and easy laugh. The laugh he loves to try to bring out of her as often as he can. Shaking her head, she wraps her arms around his shoulders. “I make no such promises, goat boy.”

He leans in then, capturing her laughter with a heated kiss.

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Later, Kensi is snort-snoring happily against his shoulder and Deeks watches her, still not quite ready to sleep himself. The moonlight is splashing into the room through the curtains they’d forgotten to close in the midst of their earlier activities, illuminating everything it touches. Their discarded clothes litter the floor, visible in the bright light, and perched on top of the nightstand on his side of the bed, the little lion is also lit up with an incandescent glow. As his gaze rests on it, his mind casts back over everything that has happened today – his realizations from the beach that morning, the amazing party Kensi had thrown him with all of their friends present to celebrate, and the complete and total surprise she’d given him when they’d gotten home.

A baby. Their baby. Part of him is still having trouble believing it. Part of him is terrified. But mostly, he is honestly happier than he can remember being in a very, very long time.

As his eyes finally slide closed and sleep begins to overtake him, one last thought drifts through his mind.

Best. Birthday. Ever…

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THE END.

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smkkbert · 4 years ago

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Time for a story - Dangerous Liaisons

“What would I do without you?”

Oliver smiled when he took the two milk cartons from Addie and Connor. The two toddlers smiled happily about the compliment. They were at that age to love helping in the house or the garden or whatever else the adults did. Of course their help usually caused things to take much longer, but Oliver didn’t mind.

Sometimes he really wished that he would have been given the chance to help as a child. Only Raisa had ever let him help with anything without making him feel like he was annoying. Maybe that had been part of the reason why he hadn’t given a damn anymore in his youth. If his help had meant that he was only in the way, it had seemed reasonable to not offer any more help eventually.

“Can we get more?”

“You could get two tins of sieved tomatoes.” Looking at Addie’s frowning face, he scrunched up his nose, trying to find the right words to explain that to Addie and Connor. “You know, the red tin that daddy always adds to his special spaghetti sauce.”

Addie thought about it for a moment before she nodded her head. Grabbing Connor’s hand, she pulled him to some shelves then. Oliver grinned, watching them disappear in some aisle.

Connor was only a day older than Addie. To say they were the same age was hitting the bull’s eye quite exactly. Because of that and because of the many playdates Lyla and Felicity had made for the two of them, they were best friends already now. Whenever there was a party that everyone of the Arrow Family attended, they always found themselves immediately. They had just gown up to become good friends. If their mothers had anything to say about it, they would certainly wish for them to become more than just friends.

Thinking about it, Oliver had to admit that there was something very sweet about the thought of Connor and Addie falling in love with each other. The Queens and Diggles had been through quite some tough times together. They were connected in ways that barely anyone would understand. Adding a little love story to it would be the little cherry on top. It would make their story almost ready to be used as a foundation for a movie.

With a shake of his head, Oliver got into the waiting line. He knew that Felicity and Lyla, just like him and John, wouldn’t mind if their families got connected like that. If it didn’t happen, neither of them would push for it. After all, they loved their kids too much to put their own romantics daydreams or their needs and wishes above the wellbeing of their children.

It only took a couple seconds more before Addie and Connor came running back. Each of them was carrying a can of sieved tomatoes in their hands. Once they stopped in front of them, Oliver put them into his cart and smiled at the both of them.

“You really are the best shopping assistants I could have asked for.”

Addie nodded proudly and high-fived Connor. “We really are.”

Chuckling, Oliver lifted her into his arms and kissed her cheek. Addie hadn’t always been the easiest to take care of. As a baby, she had driven him and Felicity insane because they hadn’t been able to guess what she had wanted and needed. She had been crying for hours without ever giving them a pause, and nothing could have helped to calm her down.

Now, it was quite different from that though. Addie was still not easy to take care of because she was stubborn and feisty, and she knew exactly what she wanted and what she didn’t want, but she was easier to calm down now than she had been back then. At least now she could tell them what she was thinking.

While Oliver was stroking his fingers through Connor’s short hair, he noticed that Addie’s focus had changed. She was smiling at something or someone behind him. The slight blush on her face and the way she looked away from whatever or whoever she was looking at told Oliver that she liked whatever she was seeing.

When Oliver turned his head back over his shoulder to follow his daughter’s gaze, he realized that she was keeping eye contact with some guy. He was standing a couple of feet behind them in line. Whenever Addie was looking in his direction, he was smiling or making faces though. Olive guessed that he was either a dad himself or that he had at least some toddlers in his close environment. Otherwise, he would never be this good at it. Most guys in their twenties didn’t know what to do with toddlers after all, and Oliver couldn’t really hold it against them. He had been no different at that age either.

Addie became uncalm quite soon, so Oliver let her back down to the floor. She leaned herself against his leg and wrapped both of her arms around his leg tightly. Again, Oliver looked into the direction of the man, Addie had been kind of flirting with. He was throwing Addie an air kiss by kissing the palm of his hand and blowing the kiss in her direction. Addie squealed excited, but she was hiding her reddened face against his legs nonetheless.

It was kind of sweet, Oliver thought to himself, especially because it was a rather rare view to see Addie so shy. Still, he had to admit that he wasn’t too happy about the whole situation. The thought that even his youngest daughter was now flirting with strangers reminded him that she was one day – even if it was taking two decades – finding someone she loved and start a family of her own. He was nowhere ready to face it, considering that he was nowhere ready to have his oldest son go to college somewhere far away from home either.

Since Addie was kind of struggling in his arms. Oliver kissed her cheek once more and let her down to the floor. Addie still held onto his legs, but she also continued looking at the stranger.

While Oliver wasn’t happy about the situation, Connor seemed to really hate it. As soon as Addie was standing next to him, he hit her. Addie seemed to be anything but pleased about it. She frowned at her friend angrily and hit him right back.

“No, no, no,” Oliver said when Connor lunched out again already and lifted him into his arms, “we don’t hit each other.”

“Addie- Addie-“

Connor seemed to be out of words which was kind of amusing to Oliver. He knew exactly what jealousy was like. He had experienced it himself more than once. In his marriage with Felicity, there had been so many moments that he had felt jealous. Only lately, he had realized that it was a completely useless emotion. That was why he had chosen to let go of all jealousy and trust Felicity a hundred percent. He knew that, if she was flirting with someone else, it never meant anything.

As Connor started crying, Oliver put his hand to the back of his head and pushed his face against his shoulder. Connor cried against it quietly.

“I know it sucks when the girl you love is seeing some other guy,” Oliver whispered to Connor’s ear, “but you have to woo her now instead of angering her.”

Connor frowned at him. “Woo her?”

“You have to be little, charming prince. You have to make her smile a lot.”

Connor’s frown deepened briefly, but he soon smiled and nodded his head. Oliver looked at him encouragingly once more before he kissed his cheek and set him back to the floor. The young boy took a step towards Addie, but she shot him an angry look and hid her face against Oliver’s leg.

“Addie, I’m sorry,” Connor said and put his hand to her back, rubbing it up and down, “forgive me?”

Addie frowned at Connor angrily once more. She couldn’t be mad with him for too long though. Connor was her best friend, and she always wanted to reconcile with him quickly. That was why she turned towards him and let him hug her.

Oliver smiled at the sight. The kids were still so young, but their hearts could already carry so much love. Oliver could only hope that they would never lose that.

“We do a princess tea party at home, okay?”

Addie nodded, excited about the idea. “With tea and crackers and feather boas.”

Connor nodded his head. “Okay.”

“Okay.”

When Addie started getting their supplies onto the counter, Connor turned his head towards Oliver once more. Oliver winked at him. Connor was without any doubt a good boy, and Oliver knew that, if time passed, Addie’s heart would be safe with him.

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A short chapter before the angst storyline begins!

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