#sebcedes

[sincerelylancelot]

"you are in my blood. i can't help it. we can't be anywhere except together" - francesca lia block

sebastian vettel, lewis hamilton & nico rosberg in the hamartia verse

[oconist]

[maxz-b]

hey google search bigfoot sightings near me in part 33/???

[blorbocedes]

Her game. Her rules. Years have passed. Her past has not.

Challengers (2024 2016)

[f1incorrectquotess]

Lewis: Is there a word that's a mix between angry and sad?

Seb: Desolated, malcolent, disgruntled, resentful-

Nico: Smad.

[shirtgate]

i know it'd be easier if i just didn't ask

[heartburiedingreece]

F1 as challengers reviews on letterboxd

[justaboutsnapped]

THE SILVER WAR (2017) DIR. DAVID FINCHER @f1blrcreatorsfest WEEK 2: TYPOGRAPHY

In 2013, champion driver Lewis Hamilton joins the Mercedes-AMG PETRONAS F1 Team. Three years later, he has won another two championships, but Hamilton finds that his unprecedented success leads to both personal and professional complications as his relationship with his friend and teammate continues to deteriorate.

Inspired by David Fincher's The Social Network (2010).

[raikkoberg]

a few lines I wrote

[kimio7]

Fics that defined my love of f1 rpf

In celebration of literally nothing actually, i bring you a fic rec list of some of my favourites!!! very condensed (100+ -> 15 not even including tumblr fics) and im kinda sad i cant put all of my favs down lol but these are like my must reads!!

pleaseeee read these if u havent already its all amazing even if you dont vibe with the ships themselves

Strollonso:

silver platter by atwater | E | 9k

Literally the first fic I've ever read and basically got me into this fandom (and ship). Theyre both so unhinged and amazing it's a very fun read. Probably the best written lance ive every read.

Make Sound by antimonyandthyme | E | 1k

Makes me so fucking insane no notes this is just amazing oh my god

I make two grand an hour by Kaytheologie | E | 3k

Literally so hot and so amazing. lance is so bitchy in this one is great. amazing writing and amazing premise, literally inspired me to sketch out something right after (might finish it at some point)

Sewis:

provenance by ecorone | M | 18K

Literally the fic that introduced and made me fall in love with sewis. it wrecked me like i still havent recovered at all. the writing itself is just, i vibe to it so much

The Numbering at Bethlehem by Kaytheologie | E | 26k

might be one of my favourite fics, ever. what a masterpiece genuinely the environment is just so immersive and lush. ive reread it a dozen time and it never gets old

Brocedes:

you're my purple candy high by nothoughtsjustvibes | M | 5k

baby's first brocedes 🥹 started my love affair with emotional destruction. ruined me when i just first read it and ruined me every time after that. The writing is so profound and laid out their tragedy bare.

the torture of small talk with someone you used to love by finedae | T | 2k

baby's first nico fic!! it also destroyed me!! i think this is the one that made me join f1br bc i was just so obsessed with the writing i needed to know what the author was like lol.

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special research vessels by ecorone | M | 15k

listen i thought this ship wouldve been more popular than it is LOL or at least not as hated. regardless, i love this fic so much. I love the environment, I love the dialogue, the characterization, everything. It's just such an amazing reading experience

matchstick people by ecorone | E | 60k

if you havent noticed by now, im obsessed with this author. the prose, the characterizations, how beautifully the magical realism of it all was realized. horror as a genre is so underutilized in fanfics as a whole but when its done, its done amazingly. love love love

Others:

crude generalisations and vulgar simplifications by crescenteluce | E | 14k | Alexander Albon/George Russell

This fic is THE galex fic for me. it so funny and the writing is so witty its just fun to read. love the way the environment is constructed and it everything just feels so real. amazing

it's more than I can bear: this interminable want, turning and turning. by Anonymous | E | 2k | Fernando Alonso/George Russell

The vibes are rancid, the ships are niche, the writing is good. what more do you need? i love reading this and i love thinking about this.

Amen by sirius | M | 9k | Fernando Alonso/Lewis Hamilton

THE ferwis fic is my mind and mad me unreasonably obsessed with this ship. its so well written- like i love the characterization so much it makes me insane.

on golden sands bysionisjaune | T | 6k | Lewis Hamilton/Nico Rosberg/Sebastian Vettel

Listen, this and the ships that go sailing are both just amazingly entertaining fics. its objectively such a good read and i enjoy spending my time reading it. its just so fun!

steal the air out of my lungs (make me feel it) by nahco3 | E | 26K | Daniel Ricciardo/Max Verstappen

My favourite medical au fic!! ever!!! everything is just so well realized and the characterization is just spot on!! love everything about this fic and nothing i say can fully explain how amazing this fic is!!!

Shutter Speed byantimonyandthyme | E | 18k | Sebastian Vettel/Mark Webber

got me into photography lol. made me purchase my first actual camera. dont know what else to say its just that amazing

[lewishamiltonstuff]

Missing seb hours

[sionisjaune]

i just wanna pop by and say your works in ao3 give me life all so good and always a good reread

Thank you so much anon! Tbr, my life is the most stressful and exciting it has ever been and I have been mostly lurking in fandom during my rare leisure time… this reminded me to share the love with authors.

For you, some fragments of 40 year old messy lesbian sebcedes:

The door opened and a finger of light spilled across the cabin floor. “Oops,” said a familiar voice, deadpan. 

Nico pulled her face away from Lewis’s cunt and squinted at the door. Lewis whined above her, her heavy thigh still thrown over Nico’s shoulder. 

“I didn’t know this was still going on,” said Sebastian, in the doorway. 

“Jesus,” said Lewis, shoving her sarong down and hopping backwards on one foot. 

“Ow,” said Nico, when Lewis banged her in the head with her foot. She licked her lips and tasted Lewis’s pussy. “Shut the fucking door,” she said to Seb. 

Seb shrugged stupidly, stepped inside, and pulled the door shut. Lewis swore when the cabin was plunged into darkness again, and Nico felt around in the dark for the wall, hauling herself off of her knees. God, she was getting too old to give head on her knees now, wasn't she? 

Nico swore she heard a malevolent giggle before someone located the light switch and flicked it on. 

Orange light flooded the cabin from insufferably ugly sconces positioned at intervals on the walls, and Nico raised a hand to shield her eyes, blinking until they had adjusted. She glanced around the room. Lewis was shamefully pulling her bikini bottoms up her legs, and Seb was presiding in front of the door, her hands tucked innocently behind her back. Nico scrutinized the messy curls, the rumpled plaid and a frankly embarrassing pair of jeans. Lewis wore butch well. Sebastian did not. 

Nico brushed the dust off the knees of her slacks and rounded on Seb. It seemed like Lewis was content to slink towards the opposite wall and ignore the predicament she and Nico had found themselves in until it went away. The predicament, blonde and impish and annoying, did not go away. 

“Get out!” said Nico, pointing towards the door. “That was not an invitation to come in.”

“It wasn’t?” said Seb, laughter in her eyes. 

It really wasn’t funny, thought Nico. “You’re not nearly as adorable as you think you are,” she told Seb. 

“Aren’t I?” said Seb. “Lewis thinks so.” 

Nico felt her brow furrow and glanced backwards at Lewis. 

“Leave me out of this,” Lewis croaked from the corner. She was cramming what looked like every item of clothing she had worn onto the boat over her body, as if Seb hadn’t caught her with her thigh clamped around Nico’s head. 

Nico shook her head and returned her attention to Seb, who still had not left. She rubbed at her eyes. Her hands smelled sour like Lewis’s cunt. It was her party on her yacht and she was entitled to give her ex consolation head for losing the race in the guest room below deck if she wanted to. It wasn’t like anyone had any grounds to complain. Jenson was probably above deck violating his wedding vows in plain view of Nico’s guests, and if Nico, nearly forty and perpetually unmarried, wanted to rekindle an old, bad idea, then that was none of Sebastian’s business.

“Why the fuck are you on my boat, anyway?” said Nico. She hadn’t actually invited Seb. She never had, back in the day. Seb just appeared places like an irritating little sprite. 

Seb shrugged again with an absolutely insolent air. “I was in town,” she said. 

Nico rolled her eyes, accepting the platitude. Lewis piped up from the back of the room. 

“Bullshit,” Lewis said sharply. Nico’s head snapped towards her. She had pulled a beautiful pair of cargos over her legs and covered her bikini top with a boxy collared shirt. Her braids swung freely around her face and her eyes glinted dangerously. Nico wondered whether her oral proficiencies had helped to raise the monster in Lewis. She had come to Nico so dejected and sad, so un-Lewis, that Nico had been helpless but to accede to Lewis’s obvious desire to sneak below deck. Nico had watched her slink onto the yacht, her hair piled gorgeously atop her head, and pretend to talk to Nico’s guests while she eyed Nico with a desperate secrecy. 

“You hate Monaco,” said Lewis. She was hopping around, tugging a boot on her foot. It would have been funny if Nico weren’t also deeply intrigued. “You can’t be bothered to make the drive down even when you’re staying in Nice.”

“Oh,” said Nico, crossing her arms. She buttoned her shirt absently, aware that it was undone to the navel. Seb’s eyes flicked towards her tits for a split second before she glanced away, uncharacteristically sheepish. Nico looked between Lewis, uncomfortable but growing angry, and Sebastian, who was subtly retreating towards the door. “I didn’t know this was still going on,” said Nico, raising an eyebrow.

Seb’s shoulders climbed towards her ears and Lewis’s mouth twisted. 

“It’s not,” said Lewis. She stomped towards the door, brushing past Seb, her ridiculously yacht-inappropriate coat tucked under one arm. She was just a rumple of oversized fabric and waist-length braids. “You’re the only one that can stand to fuck me, apparently,” she said to Nico.

Lewis tugged the door open and slipped out. Nico aimed her most devastating glare in Seb's direction until Seb, too, disappeared shamefully into the bowels of the yacht.

-

Jenson was bothering her in the paddock, poking at her side and mimicking the way she stood and held her microphone. The clouds overhead were threatening to storm, casting a shadow over the tarmac that made Jenson’s skin look sallow and old. 

“Pulling pigtails doesn’t work, you know,” said Nico, when she was sure her broadcast mic was off. She tapped her foot impatiently. The Sky interns were fussing with the camera and boom in a manner that suggested they had no fucking idea what they were doing. One of them kept glancing at her like he was a fan.

“It doesn’t?” said Jenson, innocently. “What if I sweetened the deal?” He tugged at his collar, rakishly unbuttoned, and tossed her a foxish grin, all teeth. 

“Still queer,” said Nico. 

Jenson leaned towards her, totally oblivious. “I’m open to experimentation,” he husked.

“Tried cock. Didn’t like it,” said Nico. “Thanks though.”

“Not mine,” he pointed out. 

“Don’t be disgusting,” said Nico. 

Jenson grinned. Nico supposed that his smile did have the effect of brightening the gloomy paddock just a little. He was alright—not that she would ever tell him that.

“I heard about the boat,” said Jenson, absently, toying with the spit guard on his microphone. He made his best innocent eyes at Nico afterwards. 

Nico scowled. “Seb?” she asked. 

Jenson leered. “A gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell.” 

-

Nico found herself chasing Lewis down across the parking lot. She had worn a pair of stilettos because she liked to fuck with Jenson when Sky put them on the broadcast together and thought it would be funny to watch him hide an erection while providing insight into the semi-wet conditions on track, but now the spindly heels were wobbling on the asphalt like they might collapse under Nico’s weight.

Lewis’s burly bodyguard was loading Lewis and her things into the back of an SUV when Nico arrived and pounded on the window. The bodyguard flinched towards her, ready to get between Nico and the car, before freezing and wavering uncertainly on the edge of action. Through the tinted window, Lewis’s eyes narrowed, her lower lip tucked between her teeth. Nico recognized Penni shoved in the back seat beside her, her laptop open on her lap and her coppery hair shining on either side of her blazer.

“I just want a quick chat,” said Nico to Lewis’s bodyguard. The bodyguard eyed her skeptically, looking to Lewis for directions. Nico folded her arms. “Don’t pretend you don’t know who I am,” she snapped. She knew that all of Lewis’s staff got the Nico briefing once they had worked for Lewis long enough.

Lewis pursed her lips before leaning to the side and nudging open the SUV’s door. Nico flicked her hair out of her eyes, disturbed by a gust of wind. 

“Are we going to talk about the boat?” said Nico. 

Lewis opened her mouth and gawped stupidly before shutting it and furrowing her brows. 

“What boat,” said Lewis, stubbornly. 

“Do you really think you can get out of this?” said Nico, leaning inside the car. 

Beside Lewis, Penni’s face crumpled in disbelief as if to say, You let her speak to you this way? Damn right Lewis did, Nico thought.

Lewis’s lips twitched, the stud in her nose sparkling. Nico noticed that she was tugging at the end of one of her braids, winding it around her finger and worrying at it. “I’ll be in LA on the thirteenth through the sixteenth. Stop by if you really fucking have to.” 

“You don’t have to be so difficult, you know,” said Nico. She was aware that she was testing the limits of Lewis’s bodyguard’s patience. 

Lewis bit her bottom lip hard and tossed a handful of her braids over her shoulder. Nico was caught by a momentary flip of her stomach at the sheer surprise of Lewis’s beauty. There was a reason Nico had been implicated in a two and a half decade-long ambiguous relationship with benefits. And there was a reason why she wasn't going to stop anytime soon—at her age, it was worth furnishing herself with the things she wanted.

Goodbye,” said Lewis, leaning forward to pull the car door shut. Nico just managed to get her head out of the way before it closed on her. Inside, Nico watched Penni’s brow fold as she began to pet and console Lewis. Lewis shook her off, stone cold, and said nothing. 

-

When Lewis opened the door to her LA apartment, the smell of lavender and weed wafted out into the hallway. Lewis’s eyes were half lidded, and her tattooed torso was on full display in a top that stretched asymmetrically across her chest and seemed to be held together by a network of web-like strings. 

“You’re in a good mood,” said Nico, stepping inside and toeing off her shoes. Lewis shrugged and turned around, padding bare-footed deeper into her apartment. Nico watched her stop by the fridge and root around inside, her sweatpants sliding down her back and revealing the waistband of her g-string. 

Lewis emerged from the fridge with a tiny glass container of what looked like yogurt but was likely some expensive vegan concoction, and tugged the lid off, fetching herself a spoon. She was leaning against the kitchen island enjoying her snack once Nico had removed and hung up her coat in the entryway. 

Nico crossed the living room and approached Lewis in the kitchen, crowding her against the island. Lewis didn’t move, just tucked the spoon of soy or whateverthefuck yogurt between her lips. She drew the spoon out slowly, her lips pillowing around it. Nico reached for her waist, curling a hand around it. 

“I have the hot tub warming up on the balcony,” Lewis said. The words fell from her lips thick and lazy. It made Nico remember the early mornings she and Lewis used to spend tangled in each other after a race win, too drunk to be angry. She remembered eating Lewis out for hours, when Lewis was too wrung out from the race to even come. 

“Super,” said Nico, stroking Lewis’s side. Lewis wrinkled her nose and batted at Nico’s chest, curving herself away. Nico followed, bending Lewis backwards over the island and mouthing underneath her ear. 

When Nico slid her hand down to grope Lewis’s ass through her sweatpants, Lewis wriggled out from under her and danced across the apartment towards the doors to the balcony, shedding her baggy sweatpants on the way. Nico followed, slipping through the doors after her. 

The balcony was semi-private, but it was clear Lewis was too stoned to care about her own dignity anyway. She tugged her shirt over her head, her tits bouncing against her ribcage, and swung a leg over the side of the hot tub, sinking inside. She surfaced like some kind of mer-creature, water sluicing down the sides of her face and warping all the intricate lines of her tattoo. She plucked a half-smoked blunt from a ceramic dish balanced on the side of the hot tub and lifted it to her lips. 

“Coming in?” said Lewis, smoke curling through the gap in her teeth. 

A chill gusted through the air, seeping into Nico’s skin through her thin shirt. The hot tub bubbled and steamed. Lewis’s nipples bobbed just above the surface of the water. Nico experienced a brief fantasy of a lucky paparazzi shot capturing Lewis in her naked glory, Nico presiding over the edge of the tub. She wondered whether a scare like that would force her and Lewis to put the matter to rest once and for all. 

In the tub, Lewis exhaled another cloud of smoke in Nico’s direction. Nico wafted it away from her face, rolling her eyes. 

“Fine,” Nico said, undoing the buttons of her shirt with one hand. “You win. I really just came to talk, you know.” 

Lewis sucked one last hit off the blunt and stamped it out on the ceramic dish. “Lies,” she said, eyes dark. 

Nico shrugged off her shirt and pushed her trousers down her hips, stepping out of the puddle of linen at her feet. She unclasped her bra behind her back and slid off her panties for good measure. Lewis stared at her hotly, her chin below the water like a surfacing alligator. 

Nico stepped over the side of the tub and sank beneath the water opposite Lewis. The jet at her back spurted warm bubbles down her spine, and the ends of her hair floated lazily just under the surface of the water. She felt almost like a child, slipping into the hotel jacuzzi with Lewis under the aegis of soothing her muscles sore from karting. 

Lewis blinked slowly—Nico imagined a reptile shutting its translucent eyelid, waiting for the right opportunity to lunge and bite—and lifted her leg under the water, setting it on top of Nico’s thigh. Her manicured toes shone brightly beneath the water, a neon shade that only Lewis could pull off. 

“Is that an invitation?” said Nico, scrutinizing Lewis’s foot. Her tattoos crawled down her calf and around her ankle like jewelry. Lewis just blinked at her again. “I should make you ask for it,” said Nico, feeling her stomach heat and her cunt ache. “You’re not nearly brave enough to identify what you want, let alone say it out loud.” 

Lewis bit her lip. Her lids dropped another millimetre. Nico knew what that meant. 

“You want this so badly but you’ll just lie there and suffer. You can’t admit that you need this,” said Nico. She tried to modulate her voice so that it came out dark and domineering. To her own ears, it sounded thin and odd, but Lewis was obviously affected anyway. 

Lewis’s lips parted, and she made a single move towards Nico. Nico took that as her cue to wrap a hand around Lewis’s calf and haul her onto her lap. 

Lewis landed with a little oof, her thighs spreading around Nico’s, her g-string soaked through. The water only enveloped her to the waist, the rest of her exposed to the cool air. Nico watched her dark nipples pebble and traced the underside of one breast. 

“Let me fuck you,” Nico said. Sometimes words just left her mouth like that. She was hardly in control. “I know you were thinking about it when you told me you were in LA. Of course you didn’t want to talk.” She tipped her head backwards against the rim of the tub and slid down the side. Lewis slipped with her, her torso curving over Nico. 

“Nico,” Lewis whispered, eyes dark. Her braids hung in a curtain around the two of them. Diamonds glinted on either side of her nose, and gold sparkled on the shells of both ears. Nico slipped her hand down Lewis’s side, pressed to fingers to the seam of Lewis’s cunt through her panties—

The doorbell rang, chiming an obnoxious, electronic melody.

“Fuck,” said Nico, retracting her hand and flapping it irritably in the air. Lewis’s eyes snapped impossibly wide and she retreated to the other side of the hot tub. Nico watched Lewis fumble with her phone with dripping fingers. “Delivery?” said Nico. 

Lewis opened her mouth and closed it. Inside the apartment, someone pounded on the outside of the door. Lewis’s head twitched towards the direction of the doors and then back towards Nico. 

“Lewis!” called a reedy voice, muffled through several doors and the length of Lewis’s plush apartment. Nico recognized that voice—annoying and earnest and—

“You’re not serious,” said Nico, feeling the sudden urge to cover her naked tits. Lewis croaked something inaudible. She looked like she was having a bad trip, or on the verge of greening out, or else suffering from some sort of arousal-induced whiplash. Nico felt her own stomach sink, gooseflesh rising on the parts of her body that weren’t submerged. What an awful place to be caught—naked in Lewis’s balcony hot tub after she had stripped not thirty seconds after walking in the door, because she couldn’t fucking resist the pull of Lewis’s mess of a life. 

“Lewis?” said the voice at the door, knocking again more tentatively. 

Nico buried her face in her palm, the water rippling around her. “Fuck you,” she said into the meat of her palm.

-

Nico found herself wrapped in a towel on Lewis’s modular sofa facing off a rather slouchy looking Sebastian Vettel, who was currently helping herself to Lewis’s selection of loose-leaf teas. 

“Jasmine?” said Sebastian, holding up a box to show Nico. She made big, innocent eyes. Nico glowered and wrapped the towel tighter around herself. Lewis had disappeared into the bedroom to get dressed and abandoned Nico with her damp clothes.

Sebastian raised her hands as if in surrender. “I get the message,” she said. “I didn’t know you would be here when Lewis invited me over.” 

Nico suppressed a frown—forced herself to experience the pang of disappointment on the inside only. She should have known, when Lewis had opened the door hazy and pliant, that Lewis was up to her usual mind games. Sebastian only blinked at her, with those watery cow-eyes and honey lashes, and thrust another tin of tea in Nico’s direction. 

“Oolong?”

[forzafe44ari]

sebcedes a/b/o fic inspired by challengers where nico baby traps lewis and that's how he wins in 2016 (along with lewis giving notes and practically coaching him) and he's hoping that lewis will retire, and then nope—nico goes into 2017 hoping to defend his championship, but now he has a bloodthirsty lewis back on track and new ferrari driver! seb who decides now is the time to be a milf-hunter.

[maxz-b]

thinking about. lewis hamiltonn. this is in fact part 10/???

[blorbocedes]

For the prompt game: woke up in the wrong body? Clonecest? German twincest? They get freaky friday'd? Whatever your heart desires

Lewis doesn't actually notice anything’s wrong until Nico says, “Don’t worry, we’ll be good. Right, Lew?” to Toto at the end of the Wednesday debrief, flashing a sunny smile.

Lewis stiffens immediately. Nico hasn't called him that in years. What angle is he playing at here? And since when does he joke around during debriefs? Thinking back, Nico had been bouncing around the garage, peeking at both their cars’ suspensions and chatting animatedly to the engineers, even on Lewis’ side of the garage.

The meeting ends, with Toto and Paddy dispersing the team and Nico hangs around, lingering.

“What was that back there?”

Nico sways, shifting his weight from one heel to the other. “Just being good teammates. Buddies, friends.”

Before Lewis can react, Sebastian Vettel storms in with his Ferrari race suit unzipped at the waist, snapping in rapid German.

Nico looks guilty in a sheepish way, says something back that Lewis can only make out his name from.

What the fuck is going on?

Lewis turns to Seb because he doesn't want to deal with Nico being weird. “Hey, man, you're not supposed to be here.”

Seb grimaces, it looks all wrong on his mouth. And his hair is… styled? Coiffed, almost. Lewis wasn't aware Sebastian owned a brush. Nico, on the other hand, had completely unstyled hair today, bangs falling over his eyes like he air dried after taking a shower; not his usual put together self. Lewis doesn't think about him or his hair routine to wonder why.

“You are right,” Seb says with none of his usual playfulness. His mouth is flattened into a thin line. “Nico, a word?”

“Am I in trouble?” Nico quips. “I barely even looked at the cars! Seriously, might be better for your championship chances if you're not dangling your balls in the pool.”

It's a pretty nonsensical remark, especially from Nico who uses controlled diplomacy as a double edged sword. Sebastian, on the other hand, frowns – eyebrows scrunching and mouth going in an almost perfect displeased scowl. It doesn't suit Seb, but it's a face he’s seen a million times on Nico, has teased out of him, has put it on every time he misses a pole, a win, a podium. The way Nico’s standing, his hair, the way he's carrying himself – it's all wrong.

Lewis grabs Nico by the arm. “You're not –” Lewis doesn't even finish his accusation because it's absurd.

Nico looks at him, surprised, and then breaks into a shit-eating grin, self possessed and cocky. “He really doesn't give you enough credit. He thought you wouldn't notice.”

“I shouldn't have trusted you to act normal.” Is Sebastian’s sullen reply, eyes narrowed and zeroed in on where Lewis is holding Nico’s arm. Lewis lets go, suddenly self-conscious.

He hates this, being talked over like he's not even there. The mechanics are starting to notice from outside that Sebastian Vettel in red in their conference room, as if Silvia’s going to come chasing after him any minute. Lewis’ curiosity wins over the facade of being cool and not cracking in case Sebastian and Nico woke up and decided to become best friends and pull an orchestrated prank on him.

“Will either of you tell me what the fuck is going on?”

“Lewis, we need to talk. Somewhere private. Your motorhome.” Sebastian’s tone is bossy, standing arms crossed. He doesn't wait, setting off with a determined ease like he knows exactly where it is.

Nico follows suit, adding in a stage whisper, “By that, he means sex.”

[llinnill]

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