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PACING IS ABOUT LOAD BEARING WALLS.
*staples violently to my own forehead*
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Girl Brain
They had been together for a few months now. It was that stage of the relationship where she felt at ease when he walked into a room. Whatever stress or worry she had in her mind seemed to just fade away whenever he smiled.
Which she did. She worried quite a lot. She worried about what she said. And worried right down to the very outfits that she wore. The more she opened herself up, the more she risked getting hurt. Heartbreaks were hard, and being vulnerable was even harder. He was another person she would have to show her scars, another person to navigate who she was. Would he still be here if he knew her?
What if venting about her work struggles had her come off as a bitch, or unkind. What if she was sharp or critical? Or he viewed her stress as laziness? Was she putting too much pressure on a situation that was better to not worry or think about? It wasn't so much that she worried she was not good enough. Rejection was hard - no matter how confident a person was with who they were and what they brought to the table.
And her thoughts would spiral between the times they would see each other. But when he smiled, all those thoughts just vanished. Just like that. She enjoyed his laugh. The ways he teased her caused her cheeks and other parts to flush with excitement. He somehow got her out of her own head. Where she could relax and be in the moment. She could just breathe.
She knew she would have to ask the question, of what he thought about her. Time was important and she wanted to devote it to him - only if he wanted to. She needed to know - where he stood in the relationship...to know if it was safe to let go - or brace herself to start over again.
So, tonight she cooked his favorite dish and put on an outfit that put her in the best light. Her nails were polished, her long hair braided so the black pearl necklace collared around her neck. She was a girl, after all, always weak for the thought of romance.
"Can I make an observation?" She asked, their eyes locked across the dining room table. Just looking into his eyes, she already forgot what she was worried about. She could be brave and tell him what she was thinking. He had a way about raising his brow in tilted curiosity, that let her know it was ok to ask.
He was more of a listener since the time they had been together.
"You don't say much," The bandaid was ripped right off. "It's hard to know what you're thinking. So...I wanted to know what you thought about us."
He leaned forward, catching her off guard but she didn't blink or dare to move. "You want to know what I'm thinking?"
"Yes," Automatically rolled out followed by a hitched breath.
"I think about what we talk about. Boy Brain - my first instinct is to try and solve and fix - but I think you just want to vent so I listen. But I still think about how I can solve your problems. Do you want to know how?"
"Yes," Before she had time to think any thought the answer came out and she bit her bottom lip trying to keep herself together.
"Good girl," he said, rising from his seat walking behind her, he began massaging the top of her head, both index finger rubbing the side of her head. "Because I think I know what is the problem."
"You do?"
"You think too much," And what he said rang true. She let herself relax deeper in her chair as he continued to rub her head. "Girl Brain. And it's not fun to worry, I see it on your face. Do you trust me?"
"I trust you," She murmured.
"Good girl," She couldn't see his smile, but she almost intuitively felt it, her fingers digging into the chair to control herself. "Because the best way to fix girl brain is to have no brain. Don't you agree?"
"Yes," Her answer would always be yes.
"No thoughts."
"Yes."
"But my thoughts."
"Yes."
"And doesn't that make you feel lighter?"
"Yes."
"Good girl," he continued to rub her scalp, and her jaw hanging open. "Let's continue your programming and get you fixed right up
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SABRINA AND THE MISSING GIRLS (Chapter 1)
Sabrina Louden had been looking for Trudy Huntington for three weeks. Her investigation had turned up that there were other missing girls as well. All of them missing under the same circumstances. That is to say no circumstances. Each one had just walked out of their house or apartment and disappeared. All the leads she had uncovered so far led to one place
Dr. Andrew Brinkman, Psychiatrist
So she had made an appointment under one of the aliases that she kept for just such an occasion. As she sat in the waiting room she looked around. Nothing screamed out "Kidnapper" but then again it wasn't like she was expecting a flashing neon sign that said "Kidnappings Here"
"Miss Newton?" the receptionist said. "The doctor will see you now. Just go on in." Sabrina stood up and walked over to the door and entered the office. The doctor was seated at his desk going over papers. He looked up as Sabrina entered the office. "Hello Miss Newton, I'm Dr. Brinkman." He indicated a chair, "Please have a seat and tell me what brings you here"
"Thank you," Sabrina said as she sat down. She made sure that her short skirt didn’t reveal too much as she sat. She wanted to tempt the guy, not show him everything. "I've been experiencing...anxiety I guess? I get wound up over stuff and I don't know why. It's starting to affect my job, my sleep, my relationship with my boyfriend. I don't know what to do."
Dr. Brinkman scribbled some notes and looked up at Sabrina. “A General feeling of anxiety is not uncommon Miss. Newton. Have there been any major changes in your life that you think might cause such feelings?”
“Nothing I can think of. My job is pretty stressful but there hasn’t been any major changes in the last few months.”
“And what is your occupation?”
“I’m a 911 dispatcher.” As an ex police officer Sabrina was familiar enough with the job that she was confident she could BS her way through any questions about it.
“And how are you feeling right now? Any anxiety?”
Sabrina gave a little laugh, “I’m in a shrinks office. Of course I feel a bit anxious.”
The doctor smiled, “Of course. Rest assured there is nothing to be anxious about here. All we are doing is having a conversation about how you feel. Let me help you relax a little.” He pushed a button on his desk and the blinds on the windows drew shut and the lights in the office dimmed. “Is that a little better?”
Sabrina didn’t have to lie about this, she did feel a little more relaxed. “Yes, it’s quite calming.”
“When did you first notice these feelings of anxiety?”, Brinkman asked.
“Well, I’ve always been a bit anxious,” Sabrina said. “But about six months ago I suffered, what I can only assume was, an anxiety attack. I’ve never had anything like it before. To be honest it scared the shit out of me. Since then I’ve had three more incidents. My friend Rebecca Huntington said you had done wonders for her daughter Trudy so I made an appointment.
Sabrina didn’t notice the small hesitation Brinkman made at the mention of Trudy Huntington. “I can neither confirm nor deny that I have a patient by that name, besides we are here to discuss your issues.” Brinkman stood and walked around his desk to stand next to Sabrina. “If you could please turn around and look at the wall Miss Newton.”
Sabrina swiveled her chair around. She heard the soft click of a remote and suddenly, projected onto the wall, was a spiral. It was a simple black and white design spinning slowly and twisting forever towards the center. “Is he trying to hypnotize me?” was all Sabrina could think. She had heard that it was impossible to hypnotize someone against their will and there was no way in hell she was going to allow Brinkman to hypnotize her. She suddenly felt a sharp prick on the back of her left hand. “Owww!,” she exclaimed. She looked up at Brinkman who was putting a syringe on the desk. “What the fuck?!,” she said.
“Just something to help you relax Miss Newton,” Brinkman smiled.
“Fuck you,” Sabrina exclaimed. She pulled her hands to her chest and started rubbing the back of her left hand with her right hand. She went to stand up, but her legs refused to cooperate. Her arms felt heavy and useless and slowly fell into her lap. “Whaaaa..” she started but her mind was too fuzzy to complete the thought.
“Just stare into the spiral. Let it draw you in. Focus on it. Moving forever inward, going forever to the middle,” Brinkman said. “Your mind follows the spiral. Moving forever inward. Deeper and deeper. Each moment becoming more and more relaxed.”
Sabrina tried to fight it. But the spiral was so very relaxing. It felt so good to listen to the doctor. She could feel her eyes starting to drift closed.
Brinkman picked up her left hand and felt her pulse. Slow and steady. He could see her eyes starting to close but still absolutely focused on the spiral. “Can you hear me?”
Sabrina answered without even really thinking about it. “Yes, I can hear you.”
Brinkman started to slowly massage her temples. It felt so good. Somewhere deep inside she knew that something was wrong. That she needed to run but between the spiral just drawing her deeper and deeper and the soothing and calming effects of Brinkman’s fingers on her temples she just couldn’t bring herself to do anything.
Brinkman continued to massage her temples. “I don’t know if there is enough of you left in there to even wonder about what gave you away. You said you came here because your good friend Rebecca Huntington told you how well I had done helping her daughter, but you see, that’s impossible. Rebecca Huntington doesn’t even know I exist. I subjected her to the same hypnosis process I’m subjecting you to right now. She has no idea who I am. I’m assuming your name is not Cheryl Newton.”
Sabrina couldn’t help but answer, “No. It’s Sabrina Louden. I’m a private investigator looking into the disappearance of Trudi Huntington.”
“That’s very good Sabrina. From now on whenever I tell you that you’ve done something good or I call you a good girl that’s going to make you horny. Do you understand?”
“Mmmmm, yessss, I undeeerstand.” Sabrina was able to get out.
“Good girl.”
Sabrina groaned as the heat between her legs grew.
Brinkman leaned in very close to Sabrina’s ear. “Relax further and further. The spiral owns you. It controls your desires. It focuses them. Right now your greatest desire is to obey. Say that word for me Sabrina, say ‘obey’”
“Obey,” she whispered.
“Good girl”
She groaned again.
“Keep repeating that word ‘obey’. Every time you say the word the desire to obey is going to increase. When it comes to the point that obedience is your top priority you will stop and tell me ‘I am ready to obey’. Do you understand?”
“Yes, I understand.” Sabrina answered. She then started to manta. “Obey…..obey….obey…obey….”
Brinkman went back to his desk and pulled up Google on his computer and for the next 15 minutes he learned as much about Sabrina Louden as he could.
In her mind most of Sabrina’s fears were gone. A mere afterthought to her need to do what Dr. Brinkman told her do. The word “obey” overcoming all her fears, her wants, her desires. Every repetition of the word reinforced the need to obey. In her fuzzy head she could not remember anything she had ever wanted more.
After 15 minutes Sabrina stopped repeating, calmly and softly announcing “I am ready to obey.”
Brinkman looked up and then looked at his watch. He was impressed, most of his subjects had succumbed after less than 10 minutes. He got up from the desk and stood next her. He leaned in and whispered in her ear, “Spread your legs Sabrina”
There was no decision to be made on her part. The doctor had ordered her to spread her legs. Her only desire was to obey. Her skirt rode up giving the doctor a full view of her panties. He could see the crotch was damp with her arousal.
“You’ve been a very good girl so far.” Sabrina’s hips involuntarily moved in response. “Open your eyes and get your phone, unlock it and give it to me,”
Sabrina’s eyes opened. She showed no acknowledgement of her surroundings. She slowly lifted herself from the chair, her skirt was still bunched up around her waist but she was beyond caring. Obeying was her only concern. Her purse was on the floor next to the chair. She bent over giving the doctor a very good look at her ass. She shuffled through the purse and pulled out her phone. She held it up to her face and it unlocked. She handed it to the doctor and then stood there waiting for her next set of instructions.
The doctor took the phone and downloaded an app to it and handed it back to her. “Every night, before going to bed, you will open the app called “Obedience Training”. When you are not using it you will not even realize that it is on your phone. Once the app has started you will obey the instructions. Do you understand?”
Sabrina responded, “Yes, I understand. I will obey.
“Good girl.” Sabrinas eyes closed and she shuddered as another wave of arousal washed over her.
Brinkman walked back to his seat. “Straighten yourself up. Once you are ready to leave you will wake up from your trance, thank me for my time, shake my hand and leave. You will have no memory of anything that has happened here except. Tonight you will use the app on your phone to deepen your obedience.”
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She'd heard of BTV, but the thing that really piqued her curiosity was their new viral marketing campaign.
The premise was simple - Pay close attention to a program they'd stream to you, then contact an email set up for the competition where you'd be asked questions about what you'd seen. Get them all right, and win a cash prize.
Easy money, she thought to herself.
Grabbing a strong cup of coffee since she'd heard their showings were a relaxing experience - no doubt a weird trick to throw people off she thought - she booted up her laptop, opened up the BTV App, and clicked 'Competition'.
The green and black spiral that met her immediately caught her off-guard, sending a wave of dizziness all throughout her body. Assuming it to be a loading screen, she settled in and focused.
After what felt like minutes - she wasn't sure how long - the pattern hadn't changed. Is this all it is? she wondered. I haven't taken my eyes off this thing, and it hasn't changed. Unless they were asking how many times it looped - which would be hugely unfair - she was sure she'd be fine.
Stifling a yawn, she moved the mouse to the bottom of the screen, curious about how long this went on for. Weird... no tracking bar. Is it really just this on a loop? Or is this one of those jumpscare deals?
This was so stupid! She wouldn't even need to think hard about this to... why was she doing this again?
You don't need to think.
This was the easiest "challenge" she'd ever done! It didn't matter how long the spiral beckoned out to her, she could stare at it forever. At least, for as long as she could... That coffee was weak stuff... she thought as she felt her eyelids becoming heavier by the second.
"There's really nothing to this..." she drowsily drawled. "I could just sleep through this and still... I could just..."
Sleep.
Her head slumped forward onto her laptop as blissful slumber took over her senses, as the spiral continued to loop...
She awoke a few hours later, and contacted the email. Almost instantly, a reply.
"Welcome Sleepyhead" - she allowed herself a dopey, contented smile at being addressed such
"Forward the challenge to everyone you know. When you're done, open the video again, and await further instructions."
With a dazed stare and a smile, she got to work...
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A woman’s choice to engage in sexual banter on her blog or express herself openly in a sexual manner does not in any way allow you to dehumanize her. Nor does that allow you to invite yourself into her bed when she has not summoned you. She is not an object. Never a novelty. Every woman deserves respect no matter what dimension of herself she decides to show. Don’t be a dick head.
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This one absolutely got me🙈 I love it when my words turn into silence💜
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Cartoonishly Dumb
It was the way her head wobbled, Hal decided, that made his latest conquest look truly and cartoonishly stupid. Oh, the usual ahegao expression helped, and Hal had to admire the way that–Michelle, was it? He honestly couldn’t remember–that poor little Mickey here took to the look of vacancy behind her crossed eyes and open mouth with such zeal and fervor. And of course it was difficult for anyone to look bright and sharp-witted and ready to take on the world with their legs spread wide and their fingers constantly rubbing away at their privates while they whimpered and moaned and tried to mumble out mantras of obedience through a slack jaw and an extended tongue. But that lovely little wobble… oh, that was sweet. That was special.
Because ditzy little Mickey kept trying to hold her head up and look at him, even though her eyes were so completely and perpetually crossed by his post-hypnotic suggestion that she couldn’t see anything clearly beyond the bridge of her own nose. And naturally, deep trance and powerful pleasure kept combining to make her too groggy and fuzzy and bewildered to do anything as complex as lift herself up off the pillows correctly. The result was a constant woozy wobble through every single axis of motion, making her look for all the world like a cartoon character who’d just been bonked with a giant mallet and was in that final stage of realization of exactly how concussed they were before they collapsed to their knees with little stars swirling around their heads. It was quite frankly the sexiest thing Hal had ever seen.
Not that he couldn’t control himself, or anything. No, he knew that silly little Mickey still had plenty of edging to do on that pale, slick pussy of hers before she was well and truly dumb enough to soak up all his suggestions like a good girl and go past the point of no return into airheaded, submissive bliss; giving her a cock to satiate her sexual urges at this point might risk allowing her to return to consciousness and experience a moment of remorse and embarrassment at her own complicity in their game of seduction and subjugation. Not that she’d be able to escape him–Mickey clearly loved what he offered too much to resist Hal’s hypnotic talents for very long–but she’d spend days furiously insisting that she didn’t want what she wanted, and that was something of an annoying delay when Hal already craved her needy cunt. No, better to let her keep rubbing it out for a while.
But that didn’t mean Hal had to be frustrated along with her. He sent a text message to one of his other girls, and within moments she was in the bedroom and on her knees so he could drive his stiff prick into her hungry mouth. But the entire time he fucked his obedient mindfucked pet’s face, his eyes stayed on dumb little Mickey, the very picture of brain-blitzed stupefaction. And the sight of her beautiful, sensual descent into deeper trance made it very easy for him to shoot his load down his other slave’s warm, willing throat.
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Masked and Broken
I was hungry, no, starved for his attention. We were still in the presence of company which only made my eagerness multiply by the minute. We shared glances from across the room and quick needy kisses the second we knew we would be alone for more than a moment. He wanted me to long for him. He knew how much wetter it made me to need him.
The energy was palpable. I felt it. He felt it. As the stillness of night fell over our home we climbed into bed. Like two magnets we immediately drew ourselves in close. His hand slipped up the back of my neck in and into my hair.
Fuck
His lips grazed mine and as I leaned in to kiss him I felt his lips turn up into a smile against mine. He moved to my ear
“I’ve been waiting for this all night Slave. So eager for me. So needy. You know how pretty you are like this don’t you? You’re driving me fucking wild”
His grip tightened around my hair and I let out a moan.
“Good girl that’s a good fucking girl. Sing for me”
He pulled my hair back exposing my throat. My heart raced as his mouth explored my neck. I could feel how hungry he was and it only made me need him more.
His mouth met mine and I felt him express a low guttural moan into my mouth
“You’re going to be such a good toy for me tonight oh I can feel it. Can you? Can you feel what a good submissive little fucktoy you’re going to be for me?”
I couldn’t help it. I moaned deeply into his mouth as he kissed me feverishly. His free hand slipped down between my legs. There was no hiding my lust from him, I was dripping with need. I felt him smile against my lips again. My mind was racing. I was so eager for his touch I couldn’t sit still. He felt my mind racing, he must have.
“Drop for me sweet girl”
Oh…
I…
Yes Master
My thoughts S L O W E D
My attention narrowed
His fingers began to move methodically between my legs.
“There she is, good girl”
He freed his grip from my hair and I felt my muscles relax. His fingers dancing in front of my face mimicking the pleasure that his other hand was giving me.
“Every stroke taking you deeper and deeper. Making you needier and needier for more. For me, my attention.”
His voice was just a whisper but it rang like a bell in my mind.
Deeper
Needier
My eyes followed his fingers as my brow furrowed. I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t stop it if I wanted to.
Yes Master
His fingers moved closer to my face. My mind clouded with pleasure I felt my eyes go fuzzier. His voice bouncing around my mind it was all I could focus on
His voice
My pleasure
He held out his index finger and before my mind could form a thought about it he pressed it into my forehead while sliding his fingers inside of me.
Unggghhhhhh fuuucjkj
“Thaaats it that’s a good girl. Drop for me. Deeper and deeper into that sweet fuzzy pleasure. Oh it’s so much better this way isn’t it?”
Y-yes Master
My mind shattered into a million little fractals. Broken for Master. Better and wetter for Master.
Bliss
I felt myself gush with pleasure. My broken blissful brain reduced to its finest form. No thoughts. Just pleasure. My moans grew louder and more carefree and my eyes bounced around.
“Oh my goodness listen to you!”
His fingers slipped into my wet mouth
“Hungry toy. Feel your pleasure double NOW”
My eyes rolled, my back arched, my breath quickened. It was so intense. So fucking intense. I moaned involuntarily
His fingers pressed deep into me. I lost control. I surrendered. My mind was his and so was my body.
Master broke me
“Mmmm there she is there’s my good girl. Used and broken. Oh you’re getting so noisy you’re going to wake our houseguest! You wouldn’t want them knowing what a fuckslut you are would you? MASK ON princess”
Just like that, the muscles in my face relaxed to a smile. My glance softened and focused on his. Soft sweet quiet on the outside. Screaming, writhing and edging on the inside.
He swiftly shifted himself on top of me between my legs. My smile sweetly grew looking up at him. He knew what was happening behind that mask he pained on my face. He knew what he did to me.
He leaned forward his nose almost touching mine. My soft quick breath giving away what was happening behind my mask. My eyes began to water as I held my smile. Pushing himself inside me a single tear streamed down my face.
“MASK OFF”
His hand covered my mouth as my mask shattered. My eyes rolled my moans muffled into his hand. My body writhed under his as my pleasure multiplied around him.
Just like that
Right there don’t stop you feel so good I can’t help it Master I’m so broken I’m so needy I’m so-
“MASK ON”
Silenced and submissive my need was hidden behind a soft smile.
His control ran so deep I couldn’t tell where my thoughts began and ended. It was all his. So blissfully and mindlessly obedient.
My breath was shaking as he pressed deeper inside of me. I couldn’t take it. It felt so good to be so broken.
“Oh you look so pretty like this”
He squeezed my cheeks and pressed his lips into mine
“You’re going to cum for me Slave. I can feel you pulling me in deeper. I know how close you are already. You can’t hide from me. I feel you. I know you.”
My eyes fluttered ever so slightly. To the naked eye, it wouldn’t have seemed like anything. But he knew. He knew that behind the mask I was right there, right on the edge.
“Cum for me Slave”
My insides bubbled over with pleasure. How did he make me feel this way? How did he make it so intense?
“Oh you want to break your mask so badly don’t you. You want me to take it off and give you that release so badly. Greedy girl…
MASK OFF”
Our orgasm crashed together as my body broke.
My hands grabbed his body anywhere they could as my back arched underneath him. Mindless waves of blissed out orgasm took over my body.
Collapsing together I felt my mind quiet as I looked over at him. We rode the lasting bliss of our pleasure together.
“You did so good for me sweet girl
1,2 feeling so good,3 deep breath, 4 back in your body and 5 wide wide awake”
Nothing felt better than the bliss of obedience
@bbttt51
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the funny thing is that i don't think younger people - and i mean those under the age of 40 - really have a grasp on how many of today's issues can be tied back to a disastrous reagan policy:
war on drugs: reagan's aggressive escalation of the war on drugs was a catastrophic policy, primarily targeting minority communities and fueling mass incarceration. the crusade against drugs was more about controlling the Black, Latino and Native communities than addressing the actual problems of drug abuse, leading to a legacy of broken families and systemic racism within the criminal justice system.
deregulation and economic policies: reaganomics was an absolute disaster for the working class. reagan's policies of aggressive tax cuts for the rich, deregulation, and slashing social programs were nothing less than class warfare, deepening income inequality and entrenching corporate greed. these types of policies were a clear message that reagan's america was only for the wealthy elite and a loud "fuck you" to working americans.
environmental policies: despite his reputation being whitewashed thanks to the recovery of the ozone layer, reagan's environmental record was an unmitigated disaster. his administration gutted critical environmental protections and institutions like the EPA, turning a blind eye to pollution and corporate exploitation of natural resources. this blatant disregard for the planet was a clear sign of prioritizing short-term corporate profits over the future of the environment.
AIDS crisis: reagan's gross neglect of the aids crisis was nothing short of criminal and this doesn't even begin to touch on his wife's involvement. his administration's indifference to the plight of the lgbtq+ community during this devastating epidemic revealed a deep-seated bigotry and a complete failure of moral leadership.
mental health: reagan's dismantling of mental health institutions under the guise of 'reform' led directly to a surge in homelessness and a lack of support for those with mental health issues. his policies were cruel and inhumane and showed a personality-defining callous disregard for the most vulnerable in society.
labor and unions: reagan's attack on labor unions, exemplified by his handling of the patco strike, was a blatant assault on workers' rights. his actions emboldened corporations to suppress union activities, leading to a significant erosion of workers' power and rights in the workplace. he was colloquially known as "Ronnie the Union Buster Reagan"
foreign policy and military interventions: reagan's foreign policy, particularly in latin america, was imperialist and ruthless. his administration's support for dictatorships and right-wing death squads under the guise of fighting "communism" showed a complete disregard for human rights and self-determination of other nations.
public health: yes, reagan's agricultural policies actually facilitated the rise of high fructose corn syrup, once again prioritizing corporate profits over public health. this shift in the food industry has had lasting negative impacts on health, contributing to the obesity epidemic and other health issues.
privatization: reagan's push for privatization was a systematic dismantling of public services, transferring wealth and power to private corporations and further eroding the public's access to essential services.
education policies: his approach to education was more of an attack on public education than anything else, gutting funding and promoting policies that undermined equal access to quality education. this was, again, part of a broader agenda to maintain a status quo where the privileged remain in power.
this is just what i could come up with in a relatively short time and i did not even live under this man's presidency. the level at which ronald reagan has broken the united states truly can't be overstated.
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