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the-kipsabian · 11 days

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He doesn't really need a tag partner (I'm sure there are people he trusts enough to team with) but if Chuck is out forever can we have Kip step in and be a person for OC to lean on? I mean we could get him on TV possibly weekly (win win in my book) plus maybe we can get OC corrupted and boom it helps push the storyline with Trent? IF Chuck is able to come back, maybe he uncorrupts him? Thoughts?

SO. im sorry ahead of time that this will get longwinded and probably not gonna make a lot of sense but i have A LOT of thoughts regarding this whole situation

so this has been a very common thing to discuss in my dms ever since the shades of the best friends betrayal started when trent and oc entered into the tag team tournament (also shoutout to bugs for dealing with my shit constantly cause i know i can be unhinged ough), and what we dubbed as savior!kip has become a very intense hope in this storyline so... yeah ive been thinking about this possibility a lot ngl

im gonna put the rest of this under the cut cause lmao yeah. im gonna go off the rails

i wanna start this by saying that while i do want chuck to come back, im specifically hoping that he'll come back to team with trent again and to torment oc, that all of this has been one big ruse to see if oc really is their best friend or not (spoilers: hes not. trent is right about everything he said dont @ me). and oc is slowly starting to lack friends; seeing how things are going, things with kris arent that great. shibata and hook have their hands full with so many other things. rocky is obviously siding with trent, even if he doesnt say it directly out loud but roppongi vice forever basically, and the rest of chaos is mostly in japan (and okada is evil now so...). danhausen basically doesnt exist anymore. everyone oc has had around him has slowly disappeared, for one reason or another

so where does that leave us, exactly? you turn to the other side (or more in this case, the other side turns towards you to help out)

kip has been critical on twitter about the don callis family, and basically saying he would never join them due to disrespect from don. and we all know how much kip loves and cares about oc (i dont have to proof this to you you have seen all the sweet tweets and other stuff. this man used to use the kissy face emoji frequently while tweeting at or about oc come on now), so seeing these two words colliding would probably not sit very well with him, i'd imagine. while someone could argue that kip has lost interest in oc since he has dropped the title and thats all that was ever about...

first of all, the "sweet little clementine" nickname has been used multiple times throughout the timeline. this wasnt just a mind game trick to get into ocs head during the title feud, it was in there way way before that ever happened (i believe we are talking about full gear 2020 if i recall my timelines right [its around 3 hours and 9 minutes]); he has always been affectionate about oc in a really weird way (hes british tho so thats probably why). second, how many times has kip been after anyone else between ocs title reigns and after? exactly zero. when mox and fenix were champs, he didnt say a peep (he did, whoever, put out my favorite tweet of all time when oc lost the title to mox). after oc gained the title, he started tweeting again about it. and again when oc lost it, not a word. kip hasnt said anything about the international title or rodney since then; the only time he did post, he told rodney to fuck off cause clementine was his. and since then? kip has been keeping an eye on the best friends feud so... do whatever you wish with that information (1, 2, 3)

the point is, the obsession was NOT with the title; hes just always been affectionate about and towards oc, but in a really weird and obsessive, kind of a destructive way

why is this necessary to bring up? well...

do you really think he would stand idly to the side to watch oc align himself with someone like don callis when all his other friends have abandoned him, all these things considered?

do i need to remind you of something? cause i will remind you of my favorite post

throughout this entire time, kip never gave up (im aware this is technically non-canon as this is a quote from stream but. if you know their history over on twitch, it counts. the feud bled over there during its prime too). yes this technically had everything to do with him tearing ocs friends away from him when this was posted, but.. dont you think its fitting tho? considering the situation oc is in now? and while yes it might seem that kip is taking the side of trent in this whole thing, this was specifically before don callis inserted himself into the situation by whispering whatever the hell into ocs ear

and what better time and way for kip to insert himself back into ocs life as the one person he can still rely on than right here and right now, when oc is so desperate for a connection and friendship that he'll take don callis of all people?

if we want to dig more into my personal observations, kip has never felt as respected or perceived as he did/does when hes across the ring from oc. this feud was the highlight of his career since the comeback (and arguably, his [and miros] feud with the best friends ending with arcade anarchy was the other, so these two have always been connected more or less), its the one thing people keep talking about in reference to him apart from the box; how he should have been the one taking the title from him, how kip should have been elevated from that point forward too. how people talk about him almost only when he has faced oc in the ring afterwards (which has been at least three times if i recall right from the top of my head) or had a chance to challenge again for that title before oc lost it entirely

so what is the conclusion i wanna draw from this? kip keeps bringing him up. he keeps on leeching on him. he wants that attention off of oc, but also from oc. and what better way to do that than to now befriend him, show him support, be there for him when everyone else has abandoned him?

except its not entirely malicious. it might start as such, but its definitely mutually beneficial, more so than intended; sure maybe kip takes the chance to get to oc when hes down and vulnerable, but theres also that high chance that he'll see he can actually help. kip can help pull oc back up and help rebuild him. kip can be useful and important in this equation too, not just oc (which.. its gonna show kips true colors tbh. considering how kip treats oc as a whole, but he was taking trents side earlier about everything when best friends broke apart so...)

i think this is enough of me rambling, so im gonna get to the point of the ask lmao; but yeah, while i'd love for chuck to come back, i dont think he needs to be the one to uncorrupt oc from under kips spell. cause there wont be a spell to begin with. while yes it might start more or less as a corrupting relationship if they got to tag together with oc, i dont think ultimately it would be harmful to him. just like kip would be there to be supportive of oc, eventually he would return the favor by helping kip flourish, like he has done more indirectly in the past. they are mutually beneficial to one another, for better or worse maybe, but its not going to lead oc down a dark path in my opinion. if anything, oc is uncorruptable at this point (especially without the belt but i feel like that story has completely died by now with roddy holding the title so im not going to touch that rn), and him getting love and support from someone genuine, although surprising in this case, it would just make him more likely to return that favor than to turn against it. what i mean is, oc would be the one to uncorrupt kip, if anything

thank you for coming to my tedtalk and im soooooo sorry for all of this

#thank you for asking! <3 #princessxpunk #again im sorry this is SO LONG but i have so many thoughts and feelings and shit to say #and you did ask so....#oops. lmao #box thoughts #wrestling musing #you know what fuck it im tagging it im proud of this lmao #orange cassidy #kip sabian #my beloved #sweet little clementine #kip in a box #orangekip #wrestling

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luke-shywalker · 17 days

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I just learned about the Reylo fanfic author who renamed all the characters in her fanfic and published it as a book and it became a NY Times bestseller and it has a movie deal now (a lá Twilight fanfic becoming Fifty Shades), and I’m gonna need the HanLeia fic writers to explain to me why they haven’t had that level of hustle

#maybe…because…hanleia fans actually like Star Wars and HanLeia fics are inseparable from the Star Wars universe OOP did i say that out loud #most reylo fans are really just romance fans so the Star Wars backdrop doesn’t really matter to them. feel free to prove me wrong #but that’s why half the reylo stuff is pride and prejudice aus. fantasy aus. modern aus. more than other ships really #srsly tho maybe the HanLeia girlies need to start grifting like this #get that bread gorls.#say what you want about the reylos but they manifested reylo in canon. the delulu worked #maybe the rest of us just aren’t trying hard enough to achieve our dreams #i wish you all the unhinged ambition of a reylo for your day’s endeavors today

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slutforsilverfoxes · 11 months

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Knockin' Boots

[A/N: No, your honor, you don't understand. I need this man biblically 🫦 Y'all can thank McGarrett, Luke Bryan, & my dreams for this lil bit of filth 😇 Enjoy!]

"So get this-" You pause to finish off your margarita before replacing the now empty glass on the table and engaging your hands in the reenactment. "This man saunters up to me, smirks, and says- and I shit you not- The boss must be quite the bitch to keep these boys in line, huh? Good thing I like ‘em feisty."

"No fucking way," Melissa squeals in delight. "What did you say?"

"That it's a good thing my man does…too…" you trail off, licking your lips as your mouth goes dry at the sight of said man entering the dimly lit restaurant. He’s sporting tight gray slacks and a black fitted button down that leave little to the imagination, his toned thighs and thick biceps on full display. Everything about him screams confidence, and his mere presence steals the air from your lungs.

"Fuck me," you whisper under your breath, all of the blood from your brain draining south like a horny teenager who can’t get enough of her high school boyfriend.

He and his best friend take their time approaching your table, and then the brunette finally stops before you, tilting your chin up until you meet his gaze and flashing you a dazzling smile that somehow gets your panties even wetter. "Hey, pretty girl," he murmurs in that smooth-as-honey voice of his, and dammit if you don’t melt from the attention.

"Commander," you all but purr, wondering if Five-0’s immunity and means would extend to you if you were to partake in some public indecency in this very crowded restaurant. A spark of brilliance hits you- quite miraculously, actually, given the butterflies taking up residence in your belly and lower still- and your eyes flash with mischief. "Did you find my lipstick in your truck? It wasn’t in my bag this morning."

"Let’s go take a look," Steve plays along, delicately taking your wrist and helping you up. The simple touch sends a flood of heat through your veins, and you tighten your grip on his hand.

"Skipping dinner and going straight for dessert, hm?" Melissa questions around her straw with a devious smile, much to her boyfriend’s chagrin who voices his displeasure with a groan.

"Just, uh-" You spot your empty glass and shoot her a wink. "Feeling a little parched, is all."

"Time to pay up, Daniel," your man grins, his fingers trailing down your spine until they ghost over the curve of your ass then gradually making their way back up. You suppress a shiver at the caress, unable to process his words until the exchange is made.

"What’d you bet this time?"

"You’d find a way to compromise my virtue within ten minutes of us getting here," Steve explains smugly.

"I gave you a generous twenty," Danny adds.

Using one of Steve’s belt loops to tug him closer, you playfully growl, "You’re a menace."

"Guilty," he whispers against the shell of your ear, and you feel the dull ache between your thighs flare to an insistent throbbing. "C’mon now," he insists, pulling you along so fast you can barely throw a "Start ordering without us!" over your shoulder.

You make it to the Chevy in record time, your excited giggle morphing into a moan when Steve slaps your ass as you clamber into the back of the truck. "You didn’t wear this sexy little dress to work this morning," he comments.

"And you weren’t wearing these My eyes are up here pants, McGarrett," you fire back, reaching to undo the button before the door has even clicked shut behind him.

You use your thumb and middle finger to outline the ridges of his cock through his pants, and he groans out an appreciative, "Fuck, Y/N."

"Oh, you'd better," you moan, leaning down to nuzzle at his bulge and nearly going dizzy from the scent of him alone.

"Easy, baby, easy," he laughs, twining his fingers in your hair to pull you back and get a good look at you. The way he's managing to hold it together while you feel like you're falling apart at the seams just serves to turn you on more, your domineering nature in the boardroom melting into a pliant little subordinate in your boyfriend's capable hands. He swipes his thumb over your bottom lip and you draw the digit into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it and humming in delight at the taste of him. "Tell me what you need," he says, his voice husky when he recognizes just how desperate you are for him.

"Need to suck your cock," you plead, no trace of shame evident in your breathy confession. You pull him in for a kiss that's all lips and teeth and tongue, a stuttered moan escaping you when Steve's fingers easily tug your panties aside and slide between your folds, the pad of his middle finger brushing over your sensitive clit.

"Is that what you were thinking about when you ruined these panties? Sitting there all innocent, talking to Melissa about your day, and dreaming about my dick so far down your throat you can't breathe?" He circles the sensitive bundle of nerves, once, twice, and you cry out, arching your back to chase the sensation. "I asked you a question and I'm not going to ask you again," he growls, his tone taking on that authoritative quality he uses for interrogations that makes you weak in the knees. He follows with a sharp smack to your aching cunt that forces out a, "Yes! Oh fuck yes, Commander."

"Such a good little slut," he murmurs proudly, the combination of degradation and praise sending another wave of arousal down south.

"Steve," you whine, digging your nails into his thick thighs.

He soothes you with a soft, "I know, baby, I've got you," and shifts into a seated position so you can kneel next to him in the back seat. He eases his slacks and boxer briefs down enough for you to reach your prize, and you descend on him like a woman starved.

One hand snakes further down to massage his balls while the other strokes the base of his cock and you wrap your lips around the tip, taking short pulls and moaning as the taste of him bursts across your tongue. "Oh my god, baby," he half laughs, half moans when you lower your head to fully sheathe him within your mouth. Steve's hand rests possessively on your ass, giving an appreciative squeeze to your flesh each time your fingers tighten their grip. "Gonna go back to dinner absolutely cock drunk, aren't you?" he teases, delivering another smack to your bare pussy that has you moaning out a garbled, "Mhm," around his length.

Pulling off him momentarily, you instruct, "Keep doing that," between pants before going back to work. He lets his middle finger slide lazily between your folds, alternating between pressing knuckle deep inside you and smacking your heated cunt. There's no rhyme or reason to his actions, so each crack of his hand against your flesh has you reflexively squeezing his balls and moaning around him, causing his hips to stutter and forcing him even deeper down your throat.

"Taking me so well, pretty girl," he praises through a moan, his sweet words a sharp contrast to the delicious pain he's inflicting on your pussy. "Gonna give you just what you need, reward you for being so good for me."

You can feel his powerful thighs flexing with each thrust of his hips and hear his breathing growing more ragged, telltale signs that he's close. You pull off of him with an obscene sound, sitting up and licking your lips while you continue to stroke him with your hand. "I want you to cum inside me."

Steve's eyebrows draw together in confusion, and it would be an adorable sight if he wasn't grunting and groaning while fucking up into your fist in the backseat of his truck. "Of course, baby, but I'm close so-"

"No," you cut him off, shaking your head. You adjust yourself until your back meets the truck door and spread your legs so your glistening cunt is on full display to your boyfriend. "I want to walk back in there knowing I'm full of you."

Something akin to a whimper falls from between his lips, and Steve closes the distance between you, hooking your legs over his shoulders and pressing so deep inside you that you can literally see the bulging of your lower belly. Your eyes roll back at the sensation, and your walls tighten around him as if trying to draw him in even deeper. "Give it to me, Steve," you cry. "I want you to fill me up. I want you dripping down my thighs, want everyone to know what a needy fucking slut I am for you," you continue babbling, trying to keep your eyes open and focused on how tightly his features are drawn, how hard he's biting his lip and the predatory look in his eyes while he's fucking into you like an uncaged animal.

"You look so beautiful when you're full of me," he grunts, and his heady words coupled with the brush of his thumb over your clit sends shockwaves through you, every nerve in your body firing at once as a powerful orgasm rips through you and leaves you breathless and quaking beneath him. Through the haze, you can feel Steve's hips stutter against yours while your walls squeeze him, and then he's delivering on his promise to give you just what you need. Chest heaving with each breath, he continues rolling his hips until you've managed to draw out every drop of his release, a satisfied smile spreading across your face.

Steve's hand cups the back of your neck and pulls you close, his tongue licking into your mouth until you're a moaning mess for him all over again. "Good girl," he breathes, and you let out a whimper, absolutely and utterly cock drunk.

Steve eases your legs off his shoulders, adjusting your panties and dress before massaging your calves gently to get the blood flowing again and leaving a trail of kisses along your dewy skin. Then he focuses his attention on your upper half, running his fingers through your hair and pressing his lips to your forehead with a murmured, "I love you, baby girl."

"Love you more," you answer in a daze, tilting your chin up to capture his lips in another kiss, this one slow and sensual. "But now I'm really hungry," you declare, and Steve laughs as he tucks his dress shirt back into his slacks.

He opens the truck door and helps you out, his hand coming to rest on your hip as you make your way back inside the restaurant on jellied legs. "Ten bucks says they're in the Camaro right now," Steve challenges, guiding you into your seat and looking pointedly at the empty spots across the table.

"No way," you scoff. "Too small. Twenty on bathroom."

"You're on, babe," Steve responds with a grin, tipping his beer in your direction. Leaning closer, he swipes his thumb across your bottom lip and murmurs with a click of his teeth, "Shame we couldn't find your lipstick, though."

"I know," you sigh, then add, "It would look so pretty on you, too." Reaching into your purse, you pull the tube out from the zippered compartment with a sly grin and relish in the way Steve's eyes flash at your innuendo. "Guess we'll have to try it out later."

#yknow what they say #give me two margaritas…#well well fuck me well #oops i did it again #can you blame me #i'm feral #i would let him ruin my life #steve mcgarrett #steve mcgarrett x reader #steve mcgarrett x y/n #steve mcgarrett x you #steve mcgarrett x female reader #steve mcgarrett imagine #steve mcgarrett fanfiction #steve mcgarrett smut #hawaii five 0 #hawaii five 0 imagine

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toodrasticallydumb · 11 months

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Oh c’mon you knew I had to.

My version of the Barbie mugshot with stricklake because I just COULD NOT get it out of my head:

This is specifically from my Trollhunter!Strickler au solely because of the white streak in Barbara’s hair lol and now that I’ve drawn it I am oh so tempted to have it be an actual scene that happens somewhere along the story…

Little snippet of the would-be scene (it's so long it got away from me, I'm sorry):

*the two are rummaging around in a very much broken into museum to find what may or not be a message from Nomura*

Barbara: Walt...?

Walter: Hm? Yes, love?

Barbara: What's that outside?

Walter, pausing for a second to listen: Oh. That would be the em...the police, my dear.

Barbara: Oh, okay, okay, excuse me, the WHAT.

Walter: ...Em. That is, I- um I suggest you hide the skathe-hrün somewhere, lest the authorities care to investigate further into what exactly it is when they take it from your person.

Barbara: So we're not even avoiding this? You know, getting arrested by the police?

Walter: Mmmm, no, unfortunately. I don't want you using the skathe-hrün (or more specifically its magic) anymore than absolutely necessary for today. You've expended yourself enough as it is.

Barbara: And getting arrested for breaking and entering is not an 'absolute necessity'???

Walter: Not particularly, it would only be a considered a second-degree burglary since it is a museum and not a residential, habitated building; which that sub-type of burglary is a 'wobbler' charge in the state of California, which equates—if it is persecuted as a misdemanor rather than a felony—to merely (at most) a year in county jail—

Barbara: A year?!

Walter: —and 1,000 dollar fine if, that is, we are found guilty by being proven to have harbored the intent to steal something, of which we did not and do not have evident by the fact neither of us pocess any given tools to break or take any item from its case. I assume this is the first time you have been accused of any given crime aside from speeding or any other driving-related violation? Without evidence of a previous criminal record we should be lined up quite well to be merely fined or, if NotEnrique can manage it (if I can bear to call upon endless embarassment and taunting), nothing at all but a slap on the wrist though I doubt we could not accomplish that on our own given our positions in the community as school teacher and doctor respectively.

Barbara: You have wings, Walt.

Walter: And mothman escaping a building with a strangely human-shaped figure in its arms is not at all a cause for alarm to the police who will no doubt be keeping close watch of all exits and entrances which would also draw unneeded attention before we can reach the proper cover of the clouds.

Barbara: *face-palms* Getting arrested. How wonderful. 'Oh, just breaking and entering, officer, not much.'

Walter: It is hardly as terrible as it sounds, really. We can omit the 'breaking' portion since we snuck in through the window without running into any trouble that would damage it. Frankly, we could go the route of claiming guilty to the crime of trespassing according to the Penal Code 602 (California's trespassing law) being that we entered the exhibit past museum hours. On top of which it is far more accurate to what we're doing in actuality, not proper burglary since we have established neither of us had the intent to run off with anything that was not ours. Doing so we would also fare far better than with a so-called 'breaking and entering' offense (such a named law does not actually exist in California, only burglary and trespassing separately but I will clasify it as the burglary law for sake of consistency) in which we would be recieving just a simple fine rather than possible felony charges that could come with a second-degree burglary we may have committed.

Barbara: Not really helping here, Walt.

Walter: Right, apologies-

Barbara: Which, of course, getting arrested is an experience you obviously know about.

Walter: The (pun intended) offense aimed against me is dully noted. However, my dear, the fact I know how the intricacies of the specific laws of California operate does not entail I have been arrested prior to this. That would be Nomura who holds the experience in that particular department.

*pause*

Barbara: Walt. Don't you dare. You stop it right there. Unless you want--

Walt: The police department. Heh. *guilty snort*

Barbara: *sends him the disappointed death glare*

Police: *break through the door* Hands up! On the ground, now!

Walter: *laying down* I hardly find my pun to have been that egregious.

Barbara, already on the floor: Really, Walt? Good puns involve good TIMING too.

Police: Dispatch, we have the two culprits in question now in our custody. *taking a pair of cuffs out* You're coming with us. You have the right to remain silent.

Walter, being actively handcuffed: Well, I suppose then, now would be the less than appropriate time to say this museum has gained quite the em...standing in the Lake family...?

Barbara, being stood up with her arms behind her back: Officers, I have no idea who this man is.

Walter: I never once said I intended to make good puns.

I made this entirely too long but once it started I couldn't really find myself stopping. Whoops. Hope you enjoyed chaotic Walt not caring about being arrested because jail is honestly the least of his problems rn. It would honestly be a break.

#did i dedicate like a half hour to exploring the penalties of California trespassing and burglary laws???#I did indeed.#this is the curse of being both a writer and artist #the ungodly amount of work that went into this stupid MEME is insane but i am still proud #Jim does NOT let them live this down and Strickler knows this #so he's here for a fun ride if he's going to get made fun of endlessly by both NotEnrique AND Jim #barbara is very much tired of her boyfriend/husband's antics but at this point she accepts it #(NotEnrique somehow gets ALL of their mugshots and one day they wake up to find them all framed and hung on the wall)#Barbara: Jail Walt! JAIL! What kind of example am I setting for Jim here? That he should do as I say not as I do?#Walter *sitting all crisscross applesauce in his cell*: ...Em...Perhaps that the apple truly does not fall far from the tree...?#*Walter was then demoted to the couch for the next week*#Walter: He should be proud to say he's his mother's son!#did I do this instead of editing for this week's fic update?#oops.#toa trollhunters #walter strickler #toa strickler #toa barbara #barbara lake #trollhunters strickler #art #strickler #my art #doodle #stricklake #fan fic writing #trollhunters #tales of arcadia #barbie mugshot redraw #barbie mugshot meme

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cowboyskeletons · 5 months

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and sparrow's son loves the world so much and loves everyone around him and how can sparrow tell him that the world is cruel? how can he tell him that love will be punished and that cruelty is the only way to survive? normal's love scares him, he loves his son so much but that love scares him. he would do and has done anything for his son but he knows that it has led to his own ruin. and he loves his son but too much love has only ever harmed him and maybe he can take a model from his own dad and multitask.

maybe he can love his son but he hates him too, hates that normal can love and hates that normal can be loved and hates that normal can be so oblivious to the cruelty around him in a way that he himself lost when the world ended. he wants his son to have everything but loathes that fact that normal'll never try. that he just accepts life as it is. the way his dad did, when sparrow saluted henry and went along with the world's end and turned a blind eye to his wife's infidelity.

he sees himself in normal, maybe. maybe he hates that. because he lost himself, that day he lost his father's care and his mother's respect, and he can't bear to see himself lost again. normal needs to be cruel because otherwise he will be crushed and sparrow can't do that again. can't let himself be crushed again.

#dndads #dndads spoilers #i guess?#i'm sorry this is basically an extension of another rant i did on discord. so some points may not make complete sense but #i am so-- [wait i can't say normal fuck] regular. about the oaks #can you tell i think about them? can you tell?? did the art not convince you???#sorry if this is incoherent i am supposed to be writing an essay due in an hour but instead i wrote this.#hashtag no beta (not even myself) we die like hermie #this mainly goes off of the most recent episode and when sparrow told normal he wasn't proud. that whole interaction #yet again the point turns incomprehensible halfway though but we stay silly #also “hate” really isn't the right word for what i meant?#like the strength of the word is #but the general sentiment is just left of hate.#idk man #can't stop thinking about them #asdfdhg edit because i just. wrote the wrong name for one of the sentences. oops

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