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justnatoka · 3 days ago

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Can I pleaseeeee have some Lost Boysxafab reader where she’s friends with them and her shithead bf breaks up with her over the phone and they comfort her and she realizes she’s been missing the signals they’ve been giving her that they like her for like sooooo long? Thankies 🩷🩷

Wrong place, right time

Poly! Lost Boys x Fem! Reader

A/n: YES YES YES! I love this idea! Thank you for sending in this request! I had a bit of a hard time with writing it at first, not gonna lie. There was just so many directions I could have gone with it. But I'm pretty happy with how it turned out. Hope you enjoy!

Word count: 3.6k

Warning: shithead manipulative ex-boyfriend, lots of fluff and hurt/comfort

Summary: After your boyfriend breaks up with you over the phone, you seek comfort in the company of your four close friends. And you realize that maybe you've been missing some signals this whole time.

You should have listened when people told you he was not a good guy, should have seen the warning signs. After all, he made it no secret when he found another girl attractive, his eyes wandering, sometimes his hands too. You should have left him earlier, were so close to it so many times. But he was able to sweettalk you back to him every time.

He was nothing if not attractive; a natural charmer with looks that many would kill for and the ability to wrap people around his finger with just a few words. His teachers in school loved him, his friends (and admirers) would do anything he said, and of course, girls would flock to him, excited with just the prospect of being in his orbit in the hopes of catching a glance or a smile from him. He took advantage of it too. Even before everything, you already knew that he was a player. He would date girls for a while, then toss them aside for another pretty face.

He could get anyone he wanted. And when he made the decision that he wanted you for some reason, you stood no chance. He weaved you into his web, fed into your delusion that it would be different with you, that you could change him, that you would matter more to him than all the others did.

After the two of you started dating, you accompanied him to every house party, every bonfire night on the beach, every hangout on the boardwalk. He walked around proudly with you hanging on his arm, showing you off. At the time you couldn't be happier. You though he really cared.

Turns out, you were nothing more than eyecandy, a pretty thing he can flaunt, drinking in all the praise of what a hot couple you were, how good you looked together. He enjoyed that you would run to him in a heartbeat when he called, reveled in your attention and affection. You would have done anything for him, and he knew that.

You only just now started to realize that it was always about control with him. You were a pretty pawn that he could boss around, use you as he pleased, and you would thank him for it. That was the level of hold he had on you. But the fact that you started to see it didn't mean that his words hurt any less.

They still echoed in your ears, that nonchalant "We're over". Your brain didn't even take it in at first, your hand gripping the house phone anxiously as you told him to repeat it.

"What are you not getting? I don't want to be with you anymore."

You felt like you've been slapped across the face.

"But why? Did I do something? Did I make you upset?" Your voice was growing slightly desperate. "If I did, then I'm so sorry."

He sighed, sounding more annoyed than anything.

"You didn't do anything. I'm just bored of you."

That was it. He ended it that easily. You had no idea if he said anything else, didn't register when he cut the line. For a long time, you just sat there in your kitchen, gripping the phone in your hand. All you felt was a great emptiness, like he hollowed you out before throwing you aside. In a manner of speaking, that's exactly what he did.

That's where the boys found you, after climbing through an open window no doubt. You flinched when there was knocking at the kitchen door, and turned to see all four of them standing there. As soon as they took in your state, their mood shifted.

Paul was the first to come over and kneel in front of you, his hands cupping your cheeks, his fingers wiping away the silent tears you didn't even realize started falling at some point.

"Ssh, what's wrong, pretty girl?" he cooed, his face full of concern.

"H-he broke up with me," you hiccupped, your eyes filling with fresh tears.

You heard cussing, and just as you looked up, Marko was on his way to turn around and leave, his fists clenching in anger. He would have left right then and there to hunt down your ex, had it not been for Dwayne's hand coming down on his shoulder. Marko whipped around to glare at him, but Dwayne's next words made him pause.

"She needs us."

They stared at each other for another long moment before Marko ended their little standoff, joining Paul on the floor in front of you. He took your hands in his, and with the most serious expression you've ever seen on him said,

"If you ever need me to knock his teeth out, just say the word."

Despite the burning ache you still felt in your chest, a watery chuckle escaped your lips.

"Thanks, Marko, I'll keep that in mind."

"I say good riddance," David added from his position leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed and a small smirk on his face. But you knew him enough to see the quietly simmering anger just under the surface. "You can do a lot better than him."

They didn't like the guy from the moment you started talking to him. They made no secret of it either, but they tolerated him enough not to scoff every time you talked to them about where you went and what you did together. That's one of the reasons why you never properly introduced them to each other. That, and the fact that you ex didn't like it when you talked to or about other boys. That should have been another red flag.

What you didn't know was how many times they talked about getting rid of the guy, how many times they were close to actually doing it. They held little brainstorming sessions sometimes when the mood got high, sitting by a bonfire or lounging around the cave, coming up with more and more creative ways to kill him off. It was so satisfying to imagine his lights go out while screaming in agony. Their favourite was kidnapping him and throwing him off Hudson's Bluff. A simple but great solution to their problems.

They've heard enough about the guy to know that this relationship could only end one way, with you getting hurt. And they didn't want that for their precious girl. It enraged them that you were with this piece of shit when you deserved so much better. Because there was something else behind their distaste for him, something they've only talked about in quiet moments between the four of them.

Even now, as you made tea for everyone in an effort to distract your mind and pull yourself together, there were things going on in the background that you didn't notice in your emotional state. You failed to see the glances they exchanged behind your back, eyes burning with words of an unspoken conversation. You didn't notice Paul's pleading, Marko's insistence, Dwayne's calm reasoning, nor David's stubborn resistance. It wasn't time yet, no matter how much the more impulsive members of the group tried to argue. You were too raw, too vulnerable. What you needed right now was their strength, their stable presence to hold onto amongst the chaotic waves of emotions. Their time will come.

So they jumped into action.

You let them guide you to the living room with gentle words and gentler hands, where they sat you down on the couch with a box of tissues and your tea. Then they searched through the house, grabbing every fluffy blanket and soft pillow they could find, piling them around you until you were comfortably snuggled into a colorful little nest.

Their hearts ached as they watched you curled in on yourself, nursing your mug between your hands as you quietly sniffled, your eyes red from crying. You looked so small and fragile, so unlike your usually happy and bright self.

So while they were working on setting everything up, they each offered you small signs of comfort in their own way. Dwayne giving you a gentle pat on the top of your head every time he passed you, Marko bursting out a joke after plopping down another armful of pillows on the floor, Paul arranging and rearranging everything around you to make sure you were snug and comfortable, David wiping away silent tears as they inevitable started falling again and again.

After the living room was filled with every soft fabric they could find, they made their way to the kitchen. After a few minutes, Marko reappeared, the delicious buttery smell of popcorn following him through the door as he handed you a fresh mug of tea, snatching the empty one from your hands with a fond smile. He was quick to come back, trailing after Paul who held up a big tub of ice cream with a triumphant grin.

"Lookie what I found!"

Despite your miserable state, your face brightened a little bit at the prospect of ice cream, and the two of them were practically glowing when they saw it. Paul plopped down next to you, handing you a spoon with a wink as he pulled off the lid, digging in eagerly with his own. While the two of you shared your sweet treat, Marko booted up the TV, pulling out the tape of your favourite horror movie from the pile with the casual familiarity of someone who's done this many times before. Dwayne and David walked in with the popcorn just as the opening credits started rolling, and they all settled down – Dwayne taking your other side on the couch, prompting Marko to throw himself sulking into one of the armchairs, David taking up the other one.

It wasn't long before movie watching turned into chaos, like everything did when it came to these boys. Paul was throwing popcorn into Marko's mouth with surprising accuracy, which quickly dissolved into the two of them throwing popcorn at each other. Sitting next to Paul, you got caught up in the shooting zone and you scooted closer to Dwayne, seeking escape in his arms, giggling while trying to evade any stray shots. David kept commenting on the movie, about the dumb decisions the characters were making, his sarcastic jibes making you chuckle.

Before you knew it, you completely forgot about everything: the breakup, your now ex-boyfriend, the anger, the hollowness that seemed so strong in those first few moments. The boys exchanged silent glances as they watched you slowly brightening up, the tear tracks drying on your face. They knew that this was temporary and that probably there will be moments when the sadness took hold of you again, but for now, they were satisfied to see your smile return.

At some point Dwayne stole Paul's spoon, and the tub of ice cream migrated from between you and Paul to between you and Dwayne, causing the blond to whine and complain.

"Here, you can have some," you replied playfully and swiped some on his face, bursting into giggles at his expression.

He grinned to himself as he wiped it down and licked it off his hand.

"You know, pretty girl, I could kiss you when you're teasing me like that."

"What?"

Everyone froze. The movie continued playing in the background, forgotten as you stared at Paul, who stared right back at you, his expression equally as surprised as yours.

Something shifted then, the air in the living room charged with tension as you faintly registered all the boys glaring at Paul, like he said something he shouldn't have.

"Shit," he muttered under his breath.

You suddenly felt like your throat was closing up, but you forced the words out of your mouth.

"What did you mean by that?"

Now everyone's attention turned to you; the boys seizing you up cautiously, their gazes searching your face for any sign of how you felt about this sudden revelation.

Paul didn't dare say anything more, looking to David for guidance on what to do now. After a moment, their leader let out a long sigh, and as his eyes met yours, what you found there confused you even more. Hesitation, doubt, then resignation. You've never seen him like that, and frankly, it scared you a little bit.

Not being able to bear the tense anticipation anymore you blurted out again, this time directing your question at David.

"What did he mean by that?"

You could see him fighting with himself a moment longer, before he let out another sigh, and when he looked at you next, the intensity of his gaze knocked the breath out of you.

"He meant exactly what he said, sweetheart."

Your heartrate sped up at the new pet name, and also at how casually it rolled off his tongue, like he's been calling you that for a long time. Maybe in his head he has.

"I don't understand," you said, your voice quiet, hesitant to believe what you thought this all meant.

"We love you, sugar," Marko finally said it out loud.

It felt like a collective weight has been lifted from the room. Like these few words have been a burden they've been carrying for a long time, and now that they finally said it, they were suddenly light as a feather.

"You do?" you asked softly, looking from one boy to the next. "All of you?"

"We do. Have been for a long time," Dwayne's reply rumbled in his chest that you were still leaning against. Now you looked up at him, and what you found in his eyes was nothing but sincerity and fondness so deep it made your heart skip a beat.

For a long moment you just stared at nothing, your mind reeling, trying to take it all in. You thought back to all your previous interactions with the boys, to the years you've known each other. You saw everything in a new light now. All the little touches, the lingering looks, the compliments, the fact that they've always been there for you no matter what, always protecting you and doing everything they could to make you happy. They've been by your side not just physically, but emotionally in ways your ex has never done.

You thought back to the night you told them this popular boy asked you out and you said yes, how their eyes flashed, the disdain clear on their faces as they tried to talk you out of dating him. It wasn't just because they knew he would hurt you, it was because they were jealous, because they wanted it to be them who walked around the boardwalk with you on their arm, showing you off.

The reality of it all overwhelmed you.

"Wow," you whispered, "I don't know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything, not right now," David replied, his voice steady and full of reassurance. "This isn't exactly how we wanted to tell you either," he sent a half-hearted glare Paul's way, who shrunk under his gaze.

Then he pulled himself together and tentatively took your hands in his.

"This doesn't have to change anything," he started, probably the most sober and serious you've ever seen him. "It's okay if you don't feel the same way, we can stay just as we are now. Whatever you want, sweet girl."

He tried to smile as he said it, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. You knew it pained him to get these words out, and it hurt you in return to see him like this. And not just that. It hurt to think about staying like this with them, to play friends and pretend there was nothing more in the background, like their feelings didn't exist. Like your feelings didn't exist.

You've never thought about the depth of your fondness and love for these boys. Or maybe you just didn't want to think about it, feeling so sure that nothing would come of it if you ever addressed it. So you buried it deep down. And in your haste to forget about it, you made a big mistake. You were so desperate for love that you've ran into the arms of the first boy who showed any interest in you.

The realization startled a surprised laugh from you. The boys stared at you confused and slightly apprehensive.

You looked Paul in the eye and with a sureness that was growing stronger by the second said, "I don't want that."

When it seemed like he didn't get it, you continued.

"I don't want to just stay friends. I couldn't hold myself back. Not when I want to kiss you too every time you tease me." You turned to look at each one of them, the emotions filling your chest threatening to overflow. "Not when I want to kiss all of you."

Paul was practically radiant with joy, and you laughed as Marko jumped up, hollering in triumph. Two strong arms circled around your waist and you were pulled back into Dwayne's chest. He held you tight, his hands on you possessive, and you felt him smile as he nuzzled your hair.

Your attention was brought back to Paul as he cupped your face and smashed his lips against yours. It was hungry and messy and desperate, like he wanted to satiate his long growing appetite for you with just this one kiss. You whimpered into his lips when you felt Dwayne's mouth on the sensitive skin of your neck. You felt like you were going lightheaded, your heart racing, your body melting into them.

Paul let out a low growl, your insides twisting at the sound, and the next moment he was pushed back, replaced by Marko, clearly not wanting to be left out of the fun. He chuckled against your mouth and kissed you with such fervor, you felt like he could devour you if you let him. The thought spread a new kind of heat through your whole body.

David's voice brought you back to reality.

"Slow down, boys, we don't want to overwhelm our sweetheart."

They reluctantly disentangled themselves from you, leaving you dizzy and trying to catch your breath.

"Besides," he continued, his voice taking on a dangerous tone, "I want to have some of her for myself too."

Your legs felt like jelly as you stood up, taking the few steps towards his armchair. You were feeling suddenly bashful as he guided you between his legs, your face flushed under the intensity of his gaze as it raked over you. A smirk grew on his face as he took in the state you were in, all thanks to his boys.

He tugged on your arm and you obeyed, climbing into his lap, his hands finding their place on your hips like it was where they belonged. And they did.

He kissed you slower than the others, but in no way with less passion. His movements were possessive, his lips claiming yours with a sureness and authority that left no question about who you belonged to. Not to that shithead who broke your heart, not to anyone else, but to him and his boys.

When he drew back, your head was still spinning. But when your eyes met his, you broke into the biggest, brightest smile they've seen on you all night.

"I love you," you sighed, your eyes growing misty once more.

"No more tears tonight, sweetheart," David said gently, kissing your knuckles before he pulled you into him, laying your head in his shoulder.

That's where you fell asleep not long after, snuggled into his embrace, exhausted from the emotional rollercoaster of the last few hours. The boys looked on with fondness, still not quite believing the turn of events that led to this moment where they could call you theirs. Maybe Paul's bit mouth wasn't such a pain in the ass after all.

Epilogue:

For your sake, they took mercy on your ex and didn't end his life. Simply because they didn't want you to be questioned if he disappeared under suspicious circumstances. Or your name to be associated with anything in case someone found his horribly mangled body. They also couldn't really come to a conclusion on what to do with him; the possibilities were endless, and they all wanted to put their own unique and scarily creative spin on it.

That was certainly an interesting conversation to listen to – the boys casually chatting about how to brutally murder your ex like they were talking about the weather.

So in the end he got to live. That doesn't mean they didn't do any damage though.

For a few weeks, they paid him a visit every night, terrorizing him until he was close to a nervous breakdown. They showed up at odd hours, bikes revving and light flashing, screaming and howling like a pack of wolves. On other nights, they took a more subtle approach, knocking on his upper floor window and whispering to him through the walls.

By the time they stopped, the guy was a paranoid wreck.

And of course they told you all about it, making you laugh as Paul and Marko recalled and acted out in detail how he cried like a little girl, hiding under his blanket. Yeah, karma's a bitch. Especially when it comes in the form of four pissed off vampires.

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justnatoka · 7 months ago

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...and consequences

Poly! The Lost Boys x GN! Reader

Word count: 1.9k

Prompt: "You are all remarkably well behaved tonight. What did you do?"

Summary: The boys decide to take matters into their own hands.

Part 2/2

Previous Part

It’s been a few days since the boys came to the diner, and you started to get slightly anxious. Sure, it’s not like they visited you every night before, but based on how you had to part ways last time, you feared they weren’t coming back. Maybe they got tired of your manager’s bullshit and decided it just wasn’t worth it. Even though you thought you had something going on between you and them, maybe you were the only one who started developing feelings. When they didn’t show up on the third night either, you felt like they abandoned you. So you decided to keep your head down and distract yourself with the monotony of work.

There was just one problem. You still had to interact with your manager, which was a challenge given that he was the cause of all this. In the following days you made sure to make him wait a few seconds every time he called your name, always dragging your feet a bit when he gave you a new task to complete. It was childish, but it made you feel a bit better knowing that you caused him mild irritation all day. It’s not like he could do much about it, you still did your job right, completed everything he told you to. It was a small and pretty harmless way to show him your disdain.

At first you thought it was your actions that had him on edge, but after you witnessed him literally jump out of fright when a customer accidentally sneaked up on him to ask him a question, you knew it had to be something else. You noticed him eyeing the door all night, flinching every time the bell chimed above it. Not to mention how he got more and more nervous when closing time drew closer. You always left a few minutes before him, since it was his duty to lock up, and you could have sworn you saw his hand shake last night as he waved you goodnight.

Another peculiar thing was that he started to be nicer to you. Sure, he wasn’t exactly friendly, but it’s been days since he chastised you for something, and his backhanded comments had also stopped. You had no idea what was going on with him, but you weren’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth.

On a night exactly one week since the incident, the bell chimed like usual, and when you looked up to greet the new customer, your heart missed a beat. Paul and Marko was grinning at you from where they stood, the latter even waving enthusiastically, David and Dwayne behind them, all of them handsome as ever. You felt a bright smile grow on your face, and you couldn’t contain your excitement as you walked up to them.

“Well look who decided to finally show up,” you greeted them.

“Hi babe, did you miss us?” You felt something warm swell in your chest as Paul asked the same question he did last time.

“You know what, Paulie? I actually did miss you guys.” His eyes seemed to shine just a tad brighter. “Where have you been?”

They took their seat at their usual booth before David levelled you with a curious look.

“We had some pest problem that needed to be taken care of,” he answered, his word choice sounding strangely purposeful.

The four of them shared glances and smiles with each other, and now you were sure there was some hidden meaning that you weren’t privy to.

“How about you, sugar? Everything okay with work?” Marko asked casually, and for a second it seemed like all of them were awaiting your answer with bated breaths.

“Everything’s fine, the customers are mostly nice, and even my boss seemed to lay off his pestering lately. I have no idea what’s gotten into him,” you admitted. There was a noticeable shift in the air around them, as if some unseen tension dissolved all of a sudden.

But now that you mentioned him, you remembered that your manager must be fuming by now, staring daggers at your group. Looking over your shoulder, you were surprised when you didn’t see him anywhere. You shrugged it off and took their order. Going back to the kitchen, there was still no sight of him. It was odd, as he was usually watching them through the window in the kitchen door. While waiting for their food to be made, you noticed another curious thing. The boys were sitting neatly in their booth chatting, no bickering, no shouting, just acting like normal people.

Even after you brought out their food, they thanked you with bright smiles, no over the top flirting, and they ate without a fuss or without a single piece of fry going anywhere other than their mouth. It was too normal.

You stood behind the counter, chewing on your nail in contemplation. Something was up. For one, you haven’t seen your manager since the boys came in, even though you were sure he was talking to a customer just before that. You didn’t even see him disappear into the back office, he was just gone. On the other hand, the boys were acting like your everyday mild mannered townsfolk who came in for a late night snack, which was the total opposite of their usual chaos. Some unseen connection gnawed at the back of your mind but you couldn’t quite put a finger on it.

In the end you couldn’t take it anymore, and seeing as there was no one to chastise you for it, you went over to chat.

"You are all remarkably well behaved tonight,” you eyed them suspiciously. “What did you do?”

“Nothing,” David answered nonchalantly. “We realized that we’ve been causing you a lot of trouble so we decided to play nice.” The innocent smile he gave you told you otherwise.

“Yeah, sure.”

Hearing the disbelief in your voice, Dwayne asked, “Is it so hard to believe that we can behave nice?”

“Honestly? Yes.”

Marko snorted but said nothing.

“Oh come on, dollface, we can be really nice if we want to,” Paul insisted. “You know, like helping old ladies cross the road and whatever shit people do.”

Marko almost choked on his milkshake at this point while you just stared at Paul with the most deadpan expression of your life.

Someone cleared their throat behind you, and as you turned around you saw your manager peeking out the kitchen door hesitantly. His gaze was flitting from you to behind you, his face suddenly going pale. When you looked back to the boys, you just barely caught something before they all smiled at you innocently. You told yourself that it was just the trick of the light that made it seem like their eyes shined yellow for a second.

“Yes?” you turned to your manager again.

“C-Can I talk to you for a second?” The stutter was new.

You furrowed your brows as you answered, “Sure.”

Following him into the kitchen, he stopped just on the other side of the door, sending nervous glances outside.

“Can you tell them that I learned my lesson and they can stop now?”

“What?”

“It’s all good, they can come in any time they want. I’ve been good, haven’t bothered anybody. Please, just tell them! I can’t take this anymore!”

He was getting agitated now, looking absolutely terrified. The puzzle pieces fell into place in your head. Glancing over to them through the window, it looked like the boys were looking at your interaction intently, but the second you turned to them, the same innocent smiles were suddenly on all their faces. Letting out a heavy sigh, you assured him that you will tell them everything he wanted you to, then marched out of there and over to their table.

“What did you do to the poor guy?”

“What do you mean, kitten? We did absolutely nothing,” David faked concern.

Looking at Dwayne, you knew you had no chance of getting anything out of him either, and even though Marko looked a bit antsy, a stare from David rendered him mute. So you turned to the weakest link in the group.

“Paul, darling, why don’t you tell me what happened?” Your voice was sickly sweet and he started to sweat.

“Nothing, like David said.” No pet name meant he was nervous. Good, you thought as you continued.

“Paulie,” you practically purred his name, and you saw him break in front of your eyes.

“We might have threatened him a bit,” he muttered under his breath, but you heard it nonetheless.

Your eyes almost fell out of your head as you stared at them.

“You WHAT?”

Paul shrunk under the extremely disappointed look David was sending him.

Seeing no point in denying it anymore, Marko jumped in. “He was treating you like shit, sugar, he hurt you. Were we supposed to just stand around and do nothing?”

“You sure as hell weren’t supposed to threaten him! What if he went to the police?”

“We made sure he wouldn’t,” David answered matter-of-factly, his tone casual but his gaze so cold it caused a chill to run down your spine. How can such a short sentence sound so sinister?

A big hand enveloped yours, and you turned to look into Dwayne’s deep, warm eyes.

“We didn’t want you to get hurt. We just wanted to help.”

Feeling your resolve crumble, you let out a dejected sigh. You gave his hand a little squeeze before looking over them with a much softer expression.

“Thank you for looking out for me, but you didn’t need to do all that. I don’t want you guys to get in trouble for me, it’s not worth it.”

“But you are worth it, babe,” Paul asserted, seemingly back to his normal self. “Besides, if we couldn’t come here anymore, we wouldn’t be able to see your beautiful face so often.”

A blush crept up your cheeks, but now you were smiling brightly.

“Jesus, Paulie, how can you turn everything into a flirty comment?” you chuckled.

“It’s my talent.” His grin was infectious.

“Okay, but promise me one thing. Let’s not resort to threats to solve our problems, alright?”

“Hey, I didn’t even break his nose,” Marko chimed in and you burst out laughing.

“You want me to give you a gold star?”

“I can think of a few things you could reward me with,” he winked, and everything was back as it should be.

The rest of the night was filled with jokes and laughter. David felt satisfied as he watched you interact with his brothers. You were good for them, he felt that the very first time you met. That’s why he promised himself to protect you. And for now, that meant protecting you from the truth.

You didn’t have to know about how they hunted down your manager when he was walking to his car in the empty parking lot after locking up the diner. You didn’t have to know how they cornered him, changing before his eyes and threatened him, leaving him with a reminder that the only reason they let him live is because it’s more convenient for you. But also making sure he knew that if he ever put his hands on you or treated you like shit ever again, they would find him. You didn’t have to know that they kept stalking him for a whole week, keeping him on edge, making sure he kept his promise. There were a lot of things you didn’t have to know yet. And maybe they will tell you all about it one day, but for now, they were satisfied with just spending these nights at the diner with you.

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