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unfortunate-arrow · 1 year

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𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐏𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐬

A/N: For @hp-12monthsofmagic’s May prompt (“Victory”). After going through multiple different scenarios involving the Battle of Hogwarts and Voldemort’s defeat, I settled on rewriting an old fic that I wrote a little less than three years ago. Set in November 2003.

“Who’s that, Momma?”

The little voice startled Sara O’Donnell-Lee out of her trance. She looked up from the photo album to see a small girl with reddish-brown hair and The Little Mermaid pajamas, her small girl. Sara pursed her lips, studying her daughter.

“What are you doing out of bed?” Sara asked.

“I want water,” Dora replied, offering Sara an innocent look that she did not buy.

“Uh-huh. Where’s Daddy?”

“He’s with Vi-vi.”

“Really?” Sara raised her eyebrow. Despite being only six months old, Violet was an incredibly good sleeper.

“Or maybe with Dec.”

That sounded more accurate. Her son had recently decided that sleep was for the weak and the best thing that a two-year-old could do was stay up the whole night. He’d also quit napping, right around the time that Violet was born because of course he did.

“The people, Momma,” Dora exclaimed, sounding exasperated in the way that only a four-year-old could.

Sara sighed, but pulled Dora into her lap anyways. She placed the photo album into their laps, flipping back to the first page of photos.

“Who do you know?” she asked, pointing to the first picture.

“That’s Unca Ryan!” Dora exclaimed in excitement, pointing to the sixteen-year-old form of her middle brother. “And that’s Unca Conor and Aunt Cara and Aunt Penny and Aunt Rowan!”

“Yeah. That’s right. And there’s me and Daddy.”

“The people?”

Sara stared at the next photo for a long moment, a bittersweet smile forming on her face. The photo had been taken in her sixth year, by Charlie Weasley with Penny Haywood’s camera. The five Hufflepuff girls were smiling widely, Tonks’s hair changed color every other moment. They had no idea what was to come, how much things would change, that in ten short years one of them would be dead.

“Well, that’s Momma and that’s Aunt Penny and that’s Aunt Rowan,” Sara began pointing to each of the girls as she said their names. “And this is Chiara. She sometimes works with Momma.”

She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “This is Tonks. She was probably my best friend. We were not the type of friendship that people expected. Tonks was kind of like Uncle Ryan and I was not. She passed away a while ago, so she’s with Grandma and Granda O’Donnell. In fact, Dora, we named you after her.”

There was no response and Sara looked down. Dora’s eyes were shut and she clung tightly to the plush bunny that Sara hadn’t realized that her daughter had brought down with her. She gently closed the photo album and placed it onto the coffee table, scooping Dora up to bring her to bed. Once Dora had been settled into bed, Sara took a moment to peak in on baby Violet, who was sleeping soundly. The nature of a third child, Sara supposed. She paused at the top of the stairs, smiling at the sound of Barnaby’s baritone, softly muted through the door of their son’s bedroom.

She stepped back into the living room and slid the photo album back into the bookcase by the fireplace. She stared at the photos on the bookcase. There were a myriad of photos, reflecting the many different points in her life. Herself as a child, grinning with her grandparents and siblings. Her time at Hogwarts. A photo of her and Barnaby after their lowkey wedding. A photo of her holding baby Dora and one with baby Declan and a third one with baby Violet. The newest family photo, with her siblings and new nephew, Michael, and her sisters-in-law. One of her and Barnaby at each of her siblings’ weddings. One of the cursebreaking crew members in the Order of the Phoenix. One of her and Tonks.

“Love?” Barnaby’s voice and arms wrapping around her waist startled herself out of the trance.

“Declan asleep?” she asked.

“Yeah. Kid conked out right after I started talking about the different ways to care for creatures.”

“That boy is not going to follow your footsteps into magiozoology.”

“No, he is not. What’s on your mind, my dear?”

“Dora asked about some photos from our younger days. I’ve been thinking about Tonks a lot tonight.”

“Oh, love.”

“Yeah. But you know, Barn, it feels like her death meant something. There’s been so many other pointless deaths in my life but hers felt different.”

“We won.”

“Yes. She helped to make it possible for us to give those kids a life where they aren’t afraid. To give her son a life where he isn’t afraid. And that feels like a victory.”

#hp12mom #sara o’donnell #dora o’donnell lee #barnaby lee #saraby #sara x barnaby #nymphadora tonks #(she’s only mentioned but she’s very central to the story!)#hphm #hogwarts mystery #my writing #my aesthetic #i really love the recent-ish development of tonks and sara being really really good friends

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slashingdisneypasta · 25 days

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Human!Scar x Younger!Fem!Human!Reader || Drabble

Plot: Scar loves to rub your relationship in the rest of the prides faces since he knows it bothers them. He's a Brat, but you love him.

Warnings: Age difference relationship (/people around you disapproving of it) and a lot PDA. Also sexual references.

Tagging: @asperol-with-izzy , @disney-android-foundation , @lady-love88 , @marinerainbow , @ryantryan6969 , and @thecourtofgraywaves .

As soon as you see Scar approaching the rest of the pride, you hop up from where you were resting, dozing, out in the warm sun and quickly meet him a few bounds away from the others- you know he's here for you, he never visits the pride for anything else. Immediately you greet him with a loving kiss to the cheek and a bright smile.

He mutters something intimate in your ear with a smirk while the other lionesses all watch, and you go hot under everyone's judgemental gazes. God damnit, old man, not these antics again!! You flash him a warning glare, but of course he doesn't care. "Scar, just once, can my boyfriend visit me and not make it a spectacle??"

"Oh, my dear, what's the fun in that??"

"Hello, Scar," Sarabi pipes up in a measured, joyless tone from behind you and you turn around to face your queen, out of respect. The rest of the lionesses refuse to even meet his gaze, but Sarabi's known Scar since they were kids- he's her brother-in-law after all- and she's just... classy. And kind. You like her for that, as well as her dry sense of humour, so you certainly done blame her for disliking him. So long as you can act hospitable, not make your distaste anyone's problem, then you can dislike whoever you want on as little grounds as you want, as far as you're concerned.

... the rest of these bitches, though... Your eyes darken a little, giving the gossipy judgy women all a frustrated, disappointed look as they all look mildly irritated just by Scar's presence. And his body stood so 'inappropriately' close to yours. They're just ridiculous.

When Scar's arm slips around your waist and rests there lazily, you give a surprised gasp; neck snapping so you can look at him. Seriously!?? Honestly, yes, you don't care what these old biddies think about you relationship- but m u s t h e make it so hard on Sarabi?? She's trying!

Yes, apparently, he must, says the mischievous lethargic grin on his handsome face. "Sarabi... you look lovely today. My, what a lucky brother I have."

Sarabi rolls her eyes almost all the way up into her skull, while you stand there quite awkwardly. Scar, shut up. "Scar, don't be brutish."

"Simply stating a fact, Sarabi. Anyway... " Scar's gaze falls on your head so close, and the next thing you know he's nuzzling you; making you freeze. You love it, you love Scar's touch, but r I G H T NOW!?? "Going on a hunt today, are you all?... "

"Did Y/N tell you that?" One of the other lionesses cuts in (Snaps); a very sharp tone in her voice that you don't like at all and causes you to glare daggers at her even as Scar completely lacks a responce to it. His arm around your waist does squeeze for a moment though, as if telling to calm down, now, I'm fine dear...

"I did." You respond shortly, instead, but leave it at that; turning fully into Scar now and letting him do whatever he wants. If they cant act cordial, then neither will you. He gives a devious smirk at your actions, and gently catches your chin between his thumb and his curled forefinger. His eyes bore into yours, so impossibly-venomously-prettily green, and as always you lose yourself in them.

"She did, and I'm just here to bid her goodbye for the afternoon~ So if you'll excuse us, thank you."

Instead of walking you away from the group though, despite his excuse, Scar merely removes his attention from them completely and he's all yours. God, he loves doing this, being intimate where the rest of the pride can see what he's doing. What he does to you. Every time he seems to take it a step further, too; getting more and more shameless in his old age as you've told him before.

Oh? 'Old'?? He'd asked, a look of mock offence on his face.

... practically ancient, you'd told him back; digging your hole in even deeper and smirking about it. Then he'd approached you, or prowled towards you more like, with that predatory look on his devastatingly striking face, raised your chin up, rubbed the tip of his nose roughly against yours, and then kissed you. Then you did some things that the ladies here would definitely drop their jaws over.

With the memory lingering in your mind, you give a quiet sigh; lowering your voice so only Scar can hear. "... you're here to say goodbye, huh?" You ask quietly, holding onto the sides of his clothing.

"Well, that's true. I am."

"Oh, you are a gentile suitor, huh?" You tease, sarcasm gently filling your whisper-voice even as Scar cups your face now; brushing his thumbs methodically across your cheeks and making you feel weak. With all this happening, you almost forget you're being watched by almost the entire pride sans Mufasa. "When'd that happen?"

"I assure you, my dear,.. " He comes in close to your face, so close your noses almost touch. "I'm still a rogue." He growls, then swoops in the rest of the way and presses a hot kiss to your mouth; making you feel a bit, embarrassingly, weak in the knees. Its a deep kiss, but not obscenely long in duration before he's pulling away, letting you go and strolling off. "Goodbye, have a good hunt."

You're left Kissed, warm all over and alone in front of the lionesses- the realisation that they were there that entire time crashing back over you all of a sudden. You give them an awkward smile and a waive, before returning swiftly to your spot among them and ducking your head down; pleased and embarrassed at once. Oh lord. Damnit Scar.

#(if i may add- sarabi doesnt like scar but she's happy for you XD #you seem to be happy and it keeps him out of trouble XD )#Scar #Disney Scar #Disney Scar x Reader Drabble #Scar x Reader Drabble #Disney Scar x Reader #Scar x Reader #Drabble #Disney Villains #Disney Villains x Reader

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hydravns · 1 month

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SARABI

THE LION KING (1994)

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beansprean · 1 year

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Local vampire can only show affection in dog form, more at 11

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ID: 1.Full body of Guillermo in boots, trousers, waistcoat, and trenchcoat on a mottled green background, one hand in his pocket and the other stretched forward and holding onto a chain dog leash. At the end of the leash is Nandor in the form of a light brown Persian mastiff with darker brown fur on his head, back, and tail and white on his chest. He is attached to the leash by a studded red collar and is leaning forward excitedly at the end of it, tail wagging madly and tongue lolling out. Guillermo sternly orders, “Master, no pulling!”

2. Waist up of Guillermo sitting cross-legged in a warm sweater, holding up his phone in both hands as he texts, smiling happily at the screen. Next to him sits dog Nandor giving him an angry side-eye because he’s not getting enough attention. A vision behind the dog’s head shows vampire Nandor making the exact same expression.

3a. Repeat, zoom out to full body as dog Nandor stands and steps into Guillermo’s lap, snatching his phone away with his mouth and immediately coating it in slobber. Guillermo leans back in surprise, glaring, and shouts “Hey!” 3b. Repeat. Nandor drapes himself over Guillermo’s lap, head resting on the floor at his feet and back legs slumped out on the other side of his knee. The phone stays secure under Nandor’s chin as he pretends to take a nap, one eye peeking open to glare at Guillermo. Guillermo smiles fondly but with no little irritation, resting one hand along Nandor’s back and using the other to scratch between his ears. He clicks his tongue and says, “Jealous, much?” /end ID

#wwdits #nandermo #mlm #dog nandor #nandog #what we do in the shadows #what we do in the shadows fx #my art #fanart #image described #he is a sarabi dog or Persian mastiff btw!!#ik he was a German shepherd in s1 but #this dog fits his culture and personality way better

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quasiimodo · 2 years

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women of disney 32. the lion king (1994)

#the lion king #thelionkingedit #the lion king 1994 #disneyedit #animationedit #animationsdaily #disneydaily #fyeahdisney #disneysource #nala #sarabi #sarafina #shenzi #filmgifs #filmedit #*mine #diswomen

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julia-beatrice · 10 months

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"Mom! You're messing up my hair!"

You recognize the scene right? Cause I am assuming you watched the Disney lion film

#my art #diensy #the lion king #the maasai king #sarabi #simba

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the-whispers-of-death · 4 days

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the anon that sent in handler Kali and dog hybrid reader has such an immaculate brain

now consider beloved Sarabi with a dog hybrid reader. Reader's visibly mistreated, mangy, matted, dirty fur, chipped claws, they're cold/trembling and malnourished, snapping at everything and everything behind the too tight muzzle.

i don't have many thoughts i just want Sarabi to care me

Imagine your owner taking you into the groomer's because you're just "too aggressive" for them to groom you themselves. And in comes Groomer!Sarabi and he's so polite, his words soft and his movements slow so you don't get startled with sudden movements. He takes off your muzzle, because he doesn't believe your owner about you being so aggressive, you're such a sweet dog hybrid!

He glares at your owner all the while giving you such softness. He treats you to some water and food, cooing at you. He waits until you're all fed before starting to shave off matted pieces of fur, humming softly to keep you calm.

In between the grooming session, Sarabi gives you scratches behind the ears and kisses on your snout. He tells you that you're such a good boy and that he'll take you away from that mean owner of yours.

And he does, he calls the social services designed for hybrids who are being mistreated and he takes you home, intending on caring for you better than everyone else did.

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marmolady · 2 months

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Sometimes I draw cats.

#the lion king #sarabi #simba #lion king fan art

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ani-dragmire · 1 year

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Mufasa and Sarabi

#the lion king #mufasa #sarabi #disney #fan art

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theanimationalley · 1 month

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#disney #the lion king #simba #mufasa #sarabi #scar #shenzi #banzai #ed #zazu #nala #rafiki

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mickimagnum · 10 months

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Spin 10 | Polka Dots | ft. Sarabi 🔮

Fashion Roulette CAS Challenge

(Credits + Links After Cut)

Hair: Clumsy Alien, Patreon (free) Hat: Elfdor, Patreon (free) Dress: Rusty, Patreon (free) Gloves: Rusty, Patreon (free) Necklace: Christopher067, TSR Eyeshadow: Remus Sirion, TSR Lipstick: Remus Sirion, TSR Poses: Helgatisha, Patreon (free)

Thank you to these amazing CC creators:

@clumsyalienn @elfdor @rustys-cc @christopher067 @remussims @helgatisha

#casfashionroulette #mickicasfashionroulette #sarabi sloane #sims cas challenge #cas challenge #the sims 4 #ts4 #ts4cc #ts4 cas #my sims #simblr #sims community #sims lookbook #sims edit #maxis mix #sims 4 lookbook #sims fashion

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unfortunate-arrow · 4 months

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𝒱𝒾𝑔𝓃𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑜𝓃

A/N: For @hp-12monthsofmagic’s December prompt (“Merry and Bright”). Made up of two short scenes. Note the discussions of Hanukkah and Judaism may not be the most accurate, so apologies for any missteps.

One: The O’Donnell-Lee Cottage, County Donegal, Ireland, December 25, 2006

Sara O’Donnell-Lee watched the gentle fall of snow, illuminated in the color of the charmed baubles that floated outside around their cottage. Her eldest son, aged 5, was fast asleep in her lap with her fingers carding through his short red hair. Her eldest daughter, aged 7, was asleep on the floor, clutching the plush moon calf that she had received earlier that day. Sara’s younger two children, aged 2 and 7 months, had been put to bed earlier. The floor was strewn with the remnants of gifts that had been received earlier in the day, the lights on their tree sparkling. A calloused hand ran gently over her shoulder, causing her to look up.

“Happy Christmas, my love,” her husband, Barnaby, said, leaning over to press a kiss onto the top of her head.

“Merry Christmas, Barn,” Sara replied, wrapping her hand tightly around his.

“Was this Christmas everything that you imagined?”

“Yeah, I think it was. Dora and Declan were so excited for everything. I don’t think we’ll ever get this Ireland quidditch sweater off Dec.”

Barnaby laughed, fondly looking down at their son. Sara’s brother, Conor, had gifted their eldest boy an Ireland quidditch sweater, which their boy had quickly fallen in love with. The boy had even put the sweater on over his pajamas.

“It was a good Christmas, Barnaby. Everything about it this year was good. Actually, I’m surprised at how smoothly this all went,” Sara said.

“Yeah. I thought it would be a lot more stressful with four. Brendan’s so laid back though,” Barnaby replied.

“I hope you liked your gifts.”

“Those gloves are absolutely incredible. They’ll be so helpful in the cold. I love them, Sara. I really do. What about you?”

“The necklace is beautiful, Barn. I don’t know where you thought of the idea, but I absolutely adore it. Same with the little ornament with all six of our names on them.”

Two: The O’Donnell-Lyman Home, December 24, 2016

“Momma, why do we light all these candles?” Naomi O’Donnell, aged 7, asked, leaning over the kitchen table, watching as Ruth worked on setting out on the different candles.

“The purple and pink candles are for advent. That’s for the lead-up to Christmas. Dad can explain those better than me. The blue ones and white one are for Hanukkah, which is what my family celebrates,” Ruth explained.

“I like Hanukkah. The food is so fun and good,” Naomi replied.

“Yeah, Hanukkah has good food. We celebrate that because I’m Jewish, just like we have other traditions and holidays than Dad.”

“What’s Daddy, then?”

“Dad’s Catholic, so he has different holidays than I do.”

“Why?”

“Well, we have different beliefs from religions. For Dad, his religion says that Jesus is the son of God and very important. My religion doesn’t believe that. Only God is important, while Jesus isn’t very important and can be seen as hard to understand.”

“What do I believe?” Naomi asked.

“You can believe whatever you want to, Naomi. Dad and I don’t have any one way we want you or your brothers to believe. That’s why we celebrate Hanukkah and Christmas, Passover and Easter. We get to cover the important parts of each culture.”

“Oh. Is that why we eat certain things sometimes?”

“Yeah, that’s right kiddo.”

The door to the kitchen opened, bringing with it a burst of cold air. Stamping feet immediately followed as Ruth looked up to her husband and two sons. Snow clung to their hair and Conor had taken off his glasses to wipe away the fog.

“Got the potatoes you asked for,” Conor announced, lifting up a big bag.

“Conor, how many potatoes did you get?” Ruth asked.

A sheepish look appeared on Conor’s face. “Five pounds.”

#hp12mom #sara o'donnell #barbaby lee #saraby #sara x barnaby #ruth lyman #naomi o’donnell #hphm #hogwarts mystery #my writing #my aesthetic #researched a bit about judaism for ruth’s description to naomi but idk how well it went #and ruth is more of a secular jew #intended for there to be a third scene but couldn’t get up to it so here’s these two at the last possible moment #also featuring the fact that i don’t have an adult!ruth fc

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cartoonico · 9 months

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I really appreciate how we can see aspects of all the females in the family in Kiara's design.

#the lion king #the lion king 2 #kiara #nala #sarabi #Sarafina #simba's pride #disney sequels #disney #tlk #tlk2 #character design #comparison #family resemblance #details #my stuff

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priderock-inc · 3 months

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Welcome to Pride Rock Incorporated!

Welcome to Pride Rock Incorporated: a human!AU of The Lion King where the circle of business never ends, and the only thing getting trampled is the competition.

Featuring:

Mufasa, the charismatic CEO, whose roars in board meetings are the only things louder than his impeccable tie collection.

Scar, the ambitious VP, whose scheming mind is as sharp as his wardrobe, turning every boardroom into a stage for his dramatic power plays.

Sarabi, Mufasa's efficient secretary, who handles the chaos with grace, effortlessly managing schedules and reigning over the office like the queen she is.

Zazu, the slightly uptight chief advisor, who embodies punctuality and protocol, bringing order one morning report at a time.

Rafiki, the mysterious head of HR, who weaves the threads of office harmony with a touch of enigmatic wisdom.

Timon and Pumbaa, the happy and hapless IT duo, bug-squashers extraordinaire whose motto is "Hakuna Ma-data" until the server crashes yet again.

Simba, Mufasa's curious 7-year-old with a penchant for exploring, who turns the office into his personal playground and treats every memo as a canvas for crayon masterpieces.

And more!

Questions or requests for headcanons or fics are always welcome (:

Confession time: This entire escapade originated from a series I'm crafting on AO3, in which Scar turns up the charm dial to eleven and flirts incessantly with Zazu while Zazu fails spectacularly in his attempt to remain unflustered.

WIP list that you may feel free to bother me about actually finishing:

-karaoke night -Simba and Nala coming after school and discovering The Graveyard (janitor's closet) -Business lunch with HathiCorp -Subsequent hotel shenaniganry -Scar's foray into Shenzi's makeup channel -Team-building exercise at the rock wall

#the lion king #tlk #human au #corporate au #mufasa #tlk scar #sarabi #timon #pumbaa #rafiki #zazu #simba #humor #disney #scar #pride rock incorporated

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effarreturns · 1 year

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The Queen

#fanart #artists on tumblr #drawing #illustration #my art #drawings #fanart a day #procreate #disney #lion king #sarabi #dude that scene?#permanently altered my brain chemistry

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eemoo1o-animoo · 4 months

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“Daaaad, stahhhhhp!”

#this is the most sonboy face imo #the voice in my head for such a face is simba in tlk saying ‘mom stop you’re messing up my main’ when sarabi gives him a tongue bath #and honestly that’s so mombastian and sonboy (minus the tongue)#black butler #kuroshitsuji #sebastian michaelis #ciel phantomhive #mombastian #dadbastian #image #the manga #chapter 2 #original post #em’s manga reading experience

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