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rafescurtainbangz · 2 days
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Rafe 5 minutes after rearranging your guts
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crvptidgf · 22 hours
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Don’t Tell Your Brother
Rafe Cameron x Reader
➸ summary: you’re sick of keeping your relationship a secret, but rafe isn’t so sure about outing it yet
➸ warnings/notes: mentions of sex but nothing explicit, reader is fem
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IF THERE WAS one thing Rafe was good at it was keeping secrets. Whether it be for his father, Barry - or even sometimes Wheezie. He was a master at it, which is probably why he found this arrangement so easy.
It wasn’t that he liked keeping you hidden. It was more that it was necessary. Your brother wouldn’t take too kindly to the kook prince “corrupting” his only sister. Plus, a part of him kind of loved sneaking around and having you all to himself (something he would never openly admit to).
Rafe listened to your heavy breathing as he brushed his fingertips across your shoulder blade. Before he met you he would’ve never been caught dead cuddling with anyone; but that was what he liked about you. You pushed his boundaries (within reason) and forced him to see new perspectives. To become better.
Lifting your flushed face to meet his, you decided to break the silence. “Rafe?”
He shifted his gaze from the ceiling to your expectant eyes. He could never get enough of how you looked in bed with him, your hair wild and your eyes glazed over as your spent body curled into his. You were breathtaking.
“Hm?” he responded.
“Will it always be like this?”
Rafe took in your glistening skin and furrowed brows. If you hadn’t been asking him a question he probably would’ve occupied his mind with counting every mark and blemish on your face instead of listening.
“Like what?” he finally asked. He already knew where this was going. Sometimes he just liked to prolong the inevitable by acting clueless - because occasionally you would give up and switch the conversation to something more lighthearted.
“Rafe,” you groaned. “I mean all this pretending we’re doing. I hate acting like I hate you in front of John B.”
Your boyfriend sighed, dejection taking over his once calm features. When you first met him you never ever thought you could be the source of his peace, much less the one to turn him into a ball of domestic mush.
“Baby,” he started to say.
“Don’t ‘baby’ me. You’re not getting out of this one so fast,” you quickly interrupted, already knowing his tricks to try and distract you.
Rafe merely rolled his eyes as his hand lowered to squeeze your waist. “Okay, okay.”
Another sigh.
“What are you in such a rush for, anyway?” he asked, his ringed digits coming to rub at the buzzed hair on his scalp. “You were the one who wanted us to keep this from them.”
You rested your head in your palm now, elbow digging into Rafe’s impossibly soft mattress. He had offered to buy you one for your room after you complained about how much comfier his bed was - but ultimately you had to refuse. There would be too many lingering questions about how you could afford such a luxury.
Truthfully that was one of the hardest things Rafe had to grapple with. He couldn’t spoil you like he wanted to without causing alarm bells to sound in all of the pogue’s minds.
“I know. And you were the one who was against it. Why’re you so adamant on the secrecy now?”
A small glint sparkled in his eye.
“You don’t think it’s hot?”
It was your turn to sigh and roll your eyes. This man always found a way to make things dirty, even when the situation was far from it. “Are you really this horny after all that?” you asked, referring to the several exhaustive minutes you guys just spent in too many positions to count.
“What?” he queried, feigning innocence. “You don’t think all the fake hate act is hot? I like seeing you get all riled up knowing that I’m still the only one who gets to take you home that night.”
Goddamnit he was good at distracting you.
“Rafe,” you all but whined as you dropped your head into the crook of his neck, “I’m serious.”
Hands caressed the back of your head, petting your unruly hair down. “So am I.”
Your hand rested on his naked chest, feeling his heartbeat under your palm. There was something so relaxing and homely about this. Both of you entangled in each other under Rafe’s sheets, your hands roaming over every body part you could reach, your breaths harmonizing into one. If only this was a common occurrence - not just in the confines of his bedroom at 1 in the morning.
“You’re thinking again,” stated the man bluntly. “Don’t.”
“I should get back soon.”
Sitting up you began to look around the room, attempting to find any of your discarded items and clothes. If you left now you could still get some sleep before everybody back at home woke up.
“C’mon don’t be like that,” Rafe said as he grabbed your wrist.
You shook your head in disbelief. “Be like what? If you want this charade to keep going I have to get home.”
“Just tell them you were with-“
“With who, Rafe? Who can I force to lie for me this time?”
You knew it was unfair to get mad at him, but you just wanted to be able to stay at your boyfriend’s house without stress for once. This was getting tiring and you didn’t understand how Rafe couldn’t see it.
Pulling your underwear up your legs you moved to stand up. “I know it was my idea in the first place - but I didn’t think we’d keep it going for so long.”
Your boyfriend only watched as you paced around, grabbing your bra and t-shirt off the floor. “And anyway it’s none of anyone’s business who I date. I don’t know why I cared to start with,” you mumbled.
He knew you were frustrated. Sometimes he felt that way too, but seeing how many things you and your brother had to worry about back at the Chateau, he didn’t wanna add to it by exposing your ongoing relationship so soon.
“Hey listen,” he said, trying to gain your attention.
When you didn’t so much as spare a glance at him, he rubbed his eyes in annoyance. So stubborn.
“Babe, listen. C’mere.”
Still nothing.
Standing up from the bed, he grabbed you by the waist and threw you over his shoulder. It was a shockingly common occurrence. You would ignore him during an argument or disagreement and he would get sick of it and carry you to bed where he’d force you to talk it out. He insisted that he hated when you ‘sulked’.
“Rafe! Put me down!”
You landed on the bed with a bounce, your shirt half on your body and your bra still clutched in your hand. Rafe grabbed it and threw it off the bed.
His hands were at either side of your head. In any other situation you’d have started jumping his bones. These thoughts left your mind as Rafe’s next words left his mouth.
“We can tell them - if you promise to let me help you with the rent this month.”
Of course he would have some sort of stupid bargain for this agreement.
“No I can’t ask you to-“
“You’re not asking. I’m offering.”
He could tell you were thinking about it, weighing your options. If he could pay for this, maybe John B wouldn’t be such a pain in the ass when the eventual news came out. Perhaps he’d see how serious Rafe was about you.
Well, also, he just liked to spoil you.
You groaned. “Fine.”
With a kiss on the lips, the deal was sealed. “But only for that month, right?” you asked in between the final kiss.
Rafe nodded, letting you believe you were in control of this. What he didn’t clue you in on, however, is that he fully planned for you to move in with him after your next due date was paid. He figured he could let the surprise wait.
“Yes. But for now lemme just have you to myself,” he muttered against your collarbone.
Maybe getting home could wait for now.
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tetragonia · 3 days
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you wish that was you huh
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shellxrls · 2 months
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asking rafe if he still likes you while he's literally inside you..
he’s buried straight to the hilt, softer thrusts eliciting the gentle patter of skin-against-skin whilst you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck and breath in his scent — one that’s so uniquely him, clean but so rich that it borders on being overpowering.
he takes notice of your clenched brows against him, the creases in your skin rubbing against his warmed neck every time he sheathes himself inside of you, but he pays them no mind — distracted by the feeling of your sopping cunt swallowing him in almost deeper with every movement.
consequently, he’s much quieter than usual, although not one with a penchant to be noisy, he would usually reassure you throughout the entire experience, coddle you regardless of the big bad rafe pretence he held in front of others.
you sniffle, mewling lightly into his skin as you huff out a few short pants, “rafe.”
“‘mmh,” he breathes out against your head, warmth brushing over your hairline.
“do you still like me?” you murmur, smushing your lips against his skin to muffle your question, the action causing your nose to tingle when you feel the vibrations reverberate from his skin onto yours.
“do i still like you?” he mimics, brows raised in slight exasperation before he registers your complete and utter seriousness and drops the sass, “baby — i’m- i’m quite literally inside of you right now, ofcourse, of course i still like you. godamn.”
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moremaybank · 5 months
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thinking about rafe cameron giving his girl booty rubs. his large palms aren't nearly enough to hold the ample amount of flesh in them. in fact, this is the one time where they're incapable of taking up all the space available. he kneads the doughy flesh with strong hands, pulling them apart so he can sneak a peak at your folds. the more he squeezes and plays with the full cheeks of your bum, the more arousal he watches seep out of your hole. he bites at the cheeks, sinking his teeth deep enough to leave prints behind on your soft skin. he sucks harshly enough to leave behind hickies, slaps them to watch the blood rise to your skin and turn your flesh crimson and raw. his cock grows against his pelvis as it's restrained by the cotton of his boxers, jumping and straining to be nestled in the snug comfort of your sopping walls. he watches with pride as you rut your hips against the mattress beneath you, trying to gain friction against your poor, neglected clit. you whine out for him, begging for him to stop dragging out the foreplay and just satisfy you the way only he knows how. but he denies you as if it's nothing to him. his thumbs string along the insides of your cheeks, each time creeping closer and closer of your pussy. he spreads your folds, watching more slick pool from you until your core looks like a glazed dessert laid out just for him. glistening, awaiting his arrival. he can smell your sweetness, his tastebuds salivating the more he thinks about feeling you coat his tongue. "so wet, angel..." he breathes, the pad of his thumb pushing into you just slightly. "you need daddy's cock that bad?" he rises onto his knees, shoving his boxers out of the way and drawing his cock out. he lines himself up with your entrance. "bet if i just slipped myself inside..." he murmured, narrating his actions as he sheathed himself into you. he hissed in content, closing his eyes as he wet his lips. his balls kissed your bum, and he was elated by the cries escaping you. "see that? yeah. soaked 'n tight 'cause my whore needs to be fucked until she's broken."
concepts ; concepts ii
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ipetite69 · 3 months
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·̩͙ ₊ ᨦ ♡ ᨩ ໋₊ ·̩͙
no bc rafe would be utterly obsessed with you
so 99% of his ig profile would be just pictures of you two together
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syschsc · 11 days
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Ex-husband!rafe who does want to see you happy, he just loses his mind when he sees other guys trying to flirt with you.
Ex-husband!rafe who mindlessly does the little things for you when you’re all out with the baby. Opening drinks for you, opening doors, kisses your forehead, and even answers your calls in the dead of night.
Ex-husband!rafe who never misses a beat. Mentioned needing groceries…done. Want some time to yourself this weekend…he’ll take the baby. Need a new stroller…already ordered it.
Ex-husband!rafe who never crosses your boundaries, if you’re not comfortable with him doing or saying something, it won’t happen again.
Ex-husband!rafe who pays for everythinggggg. Yes he knows you work, but he just wants to support you. But he never says it like that…”it’s for the baby, why not?”
Ex-husband!rafe who will wait on you hand and foot. Even if he’s in a business meeting he’s racing to get to you as fast as possible.
Ex-husband!rafe who still takes you out to dinner, to “discuss future plans for the baby” 🤨
Ex-husband!rafe who is obviously down to hookup whenever. He hasn’t slept with anyone since you and he makes sure you know that.
Ex-husband!rafe who is super gentle and attentive. Always talking you through it. He’ll go real slow and the whole time he’s massaging your clit in a mind numbing way (ughhh😫)
Ex-husband!rafe who alwayssssssss cleans you both up afterwards, and sticks around for some sweet pillow talk.
Ex-husband!rafe who just wants to come back home. He misses his girls and would do anything for you, he just wants his family back.
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devinedoll · 29 days
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imagine giving flowers to rafe,randomly he's just so confused because wtf and he's staring at you like 🤨🤨
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the morning rafe would agree that he’s gone entirely soft for you is when he awakes with a plush pink bunny cradled between his arms. if barry could see him now, he would laugh in his face.
he acknowledges the bunny, hating that he’s snuggling it on the bed like some pussy-whipped weirdo, but what he hates more is that he’s not snuggling you.
he’s padding out of the room, adorned in the sluttiest outfit a man could wear, a pair of loose grey sweatpants.
he’s instantly hit with a pleasant aroma, waffles, eggs, pancakes, toast, you’d made it all. and you look utterly edible yourself, prancing around the kitchen to 90s pop, clad in one of rafe’s large t-shirts.
what catches his eye though, isn’t the bottom of your plush ass cheeks that become exposed when you lift your arms up to reach something in the cupboard, or how cute you look up on your tip toes, it’s the vase of fresh tulips trimmed and watered in the middle of the island.
rafe being rafe, immediately thinks the worst, “and who got you those?” he questions, walking over to pluck a piece of bacon off the plate you were moving.
you jump slightly at his presence, setting the plate down and throwing your arms around him, “good morning rafe!” you announce, “got up to make you breakfast but i left you bunny so you wouldn’t get lonely”
he’s nodding, arms placed around your waist, eyes still trained on the fresh flowers, “kid, who got you the flowers?” he repeats.
you seem momentarily confused, before a wave of understanding washes over you, “oh the tulips!” you exclaim, jumping up to place a kiss onto the boys cheek, “got em for you!”
his face twists with confusion, eyeing the pink flowers, “got em for me?” he repeats.
you smile up at him, his sweet girl who he definitely doesn’t deserve, “yep! i always love when you get me flowers and i know you’ve had a hard week, wanted you to feel special too rafey” you explain.
he seems to melt a bit at your words, still confused, but deep down he appreciates the sentiment, “know i’m a boy kid..”
you nod, “yeah i know, just thought it may help”
he’s smiling at you, plucking another piece of bacon to pop in his mouth, “yeah, alright.”
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Rafe with a girlfriend who has chronic migraines Part 2!
He’d give up all the money in the world for you. He doesn’t care about the hundreds of dollars he spends on expensive memory foam pillows and body pillows. Rafe swears he’s never felt such heartbreak than when you silently cried against him in complete and utter agony. He buys the $400 cefaly machine and pays for the overpriced at home acupuncture. He does yoga with you in the garden because any other form of exercise triggers a migraine instantly. He never gets upset or disappointed when you cancel plans because of a migraine.
He takes the best care of you, he knows to take you to a dark room to lay in and is immediately at your side with an ice pack and some water. He’s always got your meds on hand and snacks for you to take them with. His freezer is stocked with TheraIce headache hats in every color made. He buys the fanciest diffuser he can possibly find to make his room smell like lavender while you sleep the pain away. He gets you a stanly cup, and an owala bottle, and a hydro flask, and a yeti, just to get you to drink more water.
Hell, he even buys you an immensely overpriced lapis necklace after reading about its supposed history of healing migraines.
He constantly brags about how brave his precious girlfriend is, how strong she is. Topper broke his arm once and Rafe’s reaction was: “Ok and? Y/n has migraines everyday and still gets up and does shit, get the fuck up.”
You are his everything, his other half, his twin flame. And he will do absolutely anything to make life easier for you<3
My Masterlists!!
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baby
summary- babying your "tough" hubby rafe.. maybe some freakydeakyness at the end
note- this is the complete opposite of the rafe ive been writing about LMAOOO.. this man is SO BAD help me
it was 2am and you were in your bedroom scrolling on your phone, a random netflix show playing in the background. you've been waiting for your husband to get home for hours, being the wife to the chief of police did have its negatives. this was one of them.
you heard footsteps walking up the stairs and immediately turned off your phone, throwing the covers over yourself you pretend to be asleep. the door opens and you feel the weight of the bed shift.
"hey baby. sorry for getting home so late" rafe says giving your forehead a kiss, you jokingly ignore him.
"c'mon now i know youre awake.. get up and hold me." he begged tiredly, you couldnt help but giggle at how desperate he sounded.
"fine." you mumbled into the sheets but stayed in your position, he hugs you putting all of his weight on your body.
"okay okayy, i got it. now get off me you fatty." you whined, pushing his large frame off of you. you leaned against the bed frame and opened your arms, the both of you adjusting to a more comfortable position. which was the both of you propped up against a pillow.
"im so tired." he yawns into your chest, you played with his hair as the both of you stayed in silence.
"i know you are, you need a day off. youve been working too hard." validating him, his hand plays with the ribbon of your pajama shorts.
"see? youre still in your uniform, youre gonna make the bed dirty." you patted his back and drew circles on it.
"what, you want me take it off? if you wanted to see me naked you couldve asked sweetheart." he looked up at you and smirked. you glared at him, lightly slapping his arm.
"not what i meant.." you blushed.
"youre so cute you know that rafey, honestly when i look at you i just want to eat you." you confessed and massaged his temples, his face nuzzles into your chest even further. clearly he was blushing as well.
"i dont know how i got so lucky, im so glad i have a such a beautiful boy in my life. everything about you is just perfect." you cooed admiring his sculpted face, the way his plump lips curled into a smile.
"stopppp" he whined. you couldnt help but pull out your phone and take a picture. because if you didnt, who wouldve believe that your 6'2 husband loved to be babied like this? not like you were going to show anyone, its just for your eyes only. you wanted to cherish this moment forever.
"did you just take a picture?"
"let me see it." he shot up and reached for your phone. you put your phone under your pillow and laid on it, making sure he wasnt able to grab it. the two of you started play fighting.
"nooo please, you look so cute. let me keep it!!" you laughed, he started to tickle you. and you slowly started to fall off the bed. your legs wrapped around his waist and dragged him down, if you were gonna fall he was going to come down with you.
the laughing coming from you both died down and you looked up at him, what a funny position. you both were on the floor and he was in between your legs hovering over you.
rafe leaned downed and passionately kissed your lips, his hand starts to play with your shorts. you eventually pull away and slap his hand.
"nuh uh. go shower first. you stink." you got up to your feet then helped your boyfriend get up as well. you looked up at rafe with your head tilted, what was this man plotting?
"not unless you join me.. you cant say no" he quickly said and grabbed you by the waist. hoisting you over his shoulder and carrying you to the master bathroom.
"ahhh! rafe stop!!" you busted out laughing, kicking your feet as he practically dragged you to the shower. he put you down and turned on the warm water, it poured over you both. you furrowed your eyebrows.
"great now my clothes are all wet." you pouted crossing your arms over your now soaked tank top.
"more reason to take it off... lift your arms f'me"
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rafescurtainbangz · 21 days
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I'm just a girl 💕
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tetragonia · 16 hours
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he has only two emotions: smug or angry.
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shellxrls · 3 months
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MDNI | 18+ content cw: explicit sexual content - unprotected PinV
rafe cameron likes to hold you down while fucking you in missionary. his whole body moves with each thrust, abs clenching, back muscles rippling and his shoulders growing tense with pleasure. he’s got your ankles propped up on his broad shoulders, kissing your calves while repeating how good you’re being for him - “takin’ me so well baby.” the curve of his dick hits your sweet spot just right, and when you start to squirm he leans down to restrain you with his body weight, chest bare against your own as his sweat sticks to your skin and warms you. the closeness of it all overwhelms you, his skin sliding against your own, muscled pelvis hitting you clit every time he sheathes himself inside of you, and the squelch of your combined slick every time he pushes himself in deeper. your fingers scratch at his buzz, struggling to find purchase with the lack of give his short hair provided, while attempting to chase your hips upward for more friction on your clit. “not yet, gotta wait f’it,” rafe groans, planting sloppy kisses on the base of your neck, stimulating your most sensitive spots until he gives you permission to cum around him.
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moremaybank · 25 days
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getting dug out by rafe on your couch with your face smushed into one of the pillows. you're drooling, jaw slack as you make little ah ah ah noises — the only noises you can manage with how hard rafe's cock is ramming into your walls. his large palm splayed over your spine as he keeps you arched for him so hard that it'd hurt if the pleasure wasn't overpowering it. a mixture of yours and his cum leak out from you, dripping onto the couch cushion below you and coating a nice ring around the base of him. "missed this pussy so fuckin' much, princess. so greedy, always wantin' more, yeah?" his statement rings true when you clench around him again, letting him know you're close. your eyes roll back when one of his hands snake around your front, wet fingertips finding your clit with ease and rubbing in time with his thrusts. you cry out, tears erupting from your eyes. he fucks you harder, feeling his orgasm creep up on him. rafe works you both up to your peaks, and he cums in hot spurts when you squeeze him for all he's worth. "take it. fuckin' take it, baby. all of it."
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rafeysbafey · 2 months
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if you’re accepting request
I would like to request for were rafe is inside of you, but your too tight and you don’t think he can fit? Thank youuu:)))
MDNI slight dark!rafe
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you laid on your back with your legs spread wide, ankles hooked over rafe’s shoulders as he leaned forward, cock hard in his hand.
his other hand found place on your hip, holding you in place as he nudged the head of his cock against your soaking folds.
“let’s try this one last time, k?” he hummed, watching as you nervously nodded your head in agreement, big doe eyes peering up at him.
the sight of you alone had rafe holding back, just wanting to fuck you into oblivion until you were begging him to stop.
he slowly pushed himself into you, a small whimper leaving your lips as you looked down to where he disappeared.
without stopping, he pushed himself fully in, your hips meeting rafe’s as your walls stretched painfully to accommodate him.
“t-too big,” you whispered, eyes looking up to meet his, a small smirk on his face as he tsked lowly.
“but you’re my good girl, you can take it,” he darkly smiled, blue eyes pouring into yours as he started to move his hips.
your mouth dropped open as you felt him drag himself along your walls, his tip already poking at your g spot and balls slapping lightly against your ass.
“fuck, look at that,” he groaned, eyes trained on the slight bulge in your stomach, a faint outline of his cock prominent as you let out a surprised gasp.
“so tiny i could just split you in half.”
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syschsc · 2 months
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bf!rafe who picks up his gf everyday after school, she’s 18 and should be driving but he knows she gets really scared about that. And who is he to deny his princess anything
the car is real nice and warm and he has for food you to eat, “here you go baby.” he says as he reaches into the back seat pulling out a burger and fries from your favorite spot.
“aww rafeyyyy, thank you so much.” you pout a little, heart warming at his thoughtful act. he kisses your pout, not caring about your strawberry lip gloss smearing across his lips.
“of course baby, I know how you get after a long day. gotta take care of my girl.”
(s2-3 rafe in mind 🫣)
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