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@101flavoursofweird tagged me to do this, thanks!
Post the last three lines your wrote for your current WIP:
Well, it's four lines, but I didn't feel right cutting away the tag sentence lol.
Far too gracious for his own good, Desmond still mustered a bittersweet smile at Mackintosh’s response. “No, I don’t blame you, my good man. You couldn’t have known before. This setting and time of year only makes me more susceptible to my own feelings about it all, I suppose.”
I'll tag @paopubell @tharkflark1 @alphascorpiixx and anyone else who wants to share!
#teaposts#teafics#tag games#yes this is an unrequited mackindes fic. i'm very excited about it bc i just came up with a banger ending to match the working title#but to execute it well i have to get there first lmao#also it's always so funny to tag people who aren't in the fandom you wrote for#i just want to give the game a chance to spread outside my fandom locale but it's still like hey. here's some words you won't understand
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good evening, im begging every single one of you to watch this tiktok my friend sent me .
#「★」 ―― ooc.#fontaine gang is fuckin chaotic#every single quote in this is a fucking banger#the teafication process#ur stovetops powered by the sun
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In the middle of the night in the Commander Chat:
Bly: So which one of you was going to tell me that tea tastes different if you make it with hot water?
Cody, who has become the self-proclaimed tea expert of the batch because of his proximity to Obi-Wan: you've been making it with cold water?????
Ponds, eternally confused and concerned: Bly, please answer the question
Bly: Yeah?? I thought that people were using hot water to speed up the "teafication" process. Didn't realise that there was an actual reason. no wonder Aayla doesn't ask me to make tea anymore
Wolffe: you couldn't be assed to put the cup into the microwave for three minutes to boil the water?
Cody, this close to losing it: WHY are you putting it in the microwave to boil it??????!!
Wolffe: Do you think I have the patience to boil water on a stove?
Cody: It takes less than A MINUTE
Wolffe: Vod is your stovetop powered by the fucking sun?!
Cody: HOW LONG DOES IT TAKE YOU TO BOIL A CUP OF WATER ON A STOVE
Wolffe: like seven minutes?
Cody: just stick the cup on the top of the stove on medium heat and it boils in like two minutes!!
Wolffe: wait you're putting the whole cup on the stove?? on medium heat?? your stove is enchanted
Rex, reading this while listening to Fives and Hardcase trying to give Anakin an explanation on whatever disaster they've now caused on the ship: this chat is full of fucking lunatics
Fox, being awakened by the chat going off after finally falling asleep: DO NONE OF YOU OWN A FUCKING K E T T L E
#star wars#star wars incorrect quotes#I came across the post again and this was all I could think of#they're all at their limit#bly is just glad that the attention is away from him now#commander cody#commander wolffe#commander fox#commander ponds#commander bly#captain rex#the clone wars
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SMG4: Which one of you was gonna tell me that tea tastes different if you put it in hot water?
Meggy and Mario: ?!
Meggy: You were putting it in cold water!?
SMG4:
Mario: Glitchy
Mario: Answer the question, Glitchy
SMG4: Yeah
SMG4: I thought for like five years that people just put it in the hot water to speed up the "Teafication" process.
SMG4: Didn't realize there was an actual reason.
Meggy: You don't have the patience to microwave water for three minutes?
Mario: ...Why are you putting it in the microwave to boil it?
Meggy: Do you think I have the patience to boil water on the stove?
Mario: It takes less than a minute!
Meggy: Red is your stove powered by the FUCKING SUN!?!?
Mario: How long does it take you to boil a cup of water on the stove?
Meggy: Like seven minutes!
Mario: Just stick the mug on top of the stove on medium heat and it boils in like two minutes! Less than that if you use a saucepan.
SMG4: ...
Meggy: You're putting the whole mug on the stove!?
Meggy: ON MEDIUM HEAT!?
Meggy: Your stove is enchanted
Depresso: Every single person in this castle is a fucking lunatic.
Bob: Do None Of You Own A FUCKING KETTLE!?
#smg4#incorrect quotes#mario#meggy spletzer#depresso#bob bobowski#smg3 isn't involved because he doesn't drink tea#he's a coffee guy#given the context it's likely that luigi Also uses the mug-on-stovetop method#since him and mario have lived together their whole lives and he's apparently never said anything about mario's Cursed tea-making process
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today's teafic! this one did NOT go where i was expecting at all, but we are back at the mechanic's shop with dean and cas. today's prompt is watermelon cooler
(i'm doing a month long writing thing where every day i write a short fic based on the name of a flavor of tea i've received as part of a month long tea sampler package)
There is a man watching Dean work. Dean knows this because he has a mirror installed in a discrete corner on his workstation. He’s had … experiences that make him the sort of person who likes to know if someone’s behind him or not. It has the added bonus of letting him know when he’s got a nosy customer.
Normally, Dean finds lookie-loos annoying at best and deeply offensive at worst. He’s pretty, which seems to make people doubt that he knows his stuff, but Dean knows what the fuck he’s doing behind an engine. Or worse, they think he’s pretty and they want to get to know him better, maybe over a nice cold one after work.
Dean’s not proud to admit that he’s said yes to some of the handsomer fellas and prettier ladies who have hit on him on the job. It’s nice to be touched though, sometimes, and Dean’s always found that beggars couldn’t be choosers.
Which brings Dean back to the guy watching him today. He’s surprisingly scruffy, considering the car that he brought in. The sedan’s a tasteful black, likely bought (or leased) within the last year, and fucking expensive. Dean wouldn’t be sorry to have a go around with her, though no one could ever replace Baby in his heart. Still. You get this gal on the flat road and Dean’s sure that he can get her to purr real nice.
Dean makes himself focus. He glances back again at the reflection of the guy standing behind him. He’s cute, despite his scruffiness. He’s tall, with a runner’s build and the amazing thighs that go along with it. His hair’s a mess and he’s lost his suit jacket and the Columbo trench coat that he came in with, but he holds himself well, at ease but still somehow alert and present at all times. His eyes are a bright, piercing blue. Dean wouldn’t mind getting lost in them for a little while.
He’s also staring at Dean like he’d kind of like to eat Dean up with a spoon.
Well. The guy doesn’t seem to have noticed Dean’s little mirror trick, yet, and Dean’s not above a little fun.
It’s stupid fucking hot today, so Dean didn’t even bother putting on his coveralls, so it’s just jeans and a t-shirt on him, sticking to him like a second skin. That was annoying about two seconds ago, but now it makes what Dean’s about to do next much, much easier to pull off. Dean tests his theory by bending over the sedan’s engine block. The guy drinks in the view, so Dean keeps going, first leaning a little further over the open hood of the car and then pulling his shirt up just enough so he can show a smidge of his naked back to the guy.
If the man was a little less in control of himself, Dean thinks there’s a good chance that he’d be drooling.
Dean goes in for the kill and leans fully over, showing off his (frankly great) ass. The other man’s eyes rake down Dean’s back, coming to rest on Dean’s ass after a torturously slow journey down Dean’s overall backside first. Those blue eyes go dark. Suddenly, Dean feels less like he’s messing with an annoying customer and more like he’s caught something he knows he can’t have, but desperately doesn’t want to let go.
He lets the moment linger, watches the way the other man watches him. For a few seconds, he lets the moment spin out in his mind, imagines this man taking him home. Thinks about what it would feel like to have old blue eyes press him against a wall, undress him, mark him up with those pretty, pretty lips, maybe even go three fingers deep in Dean, curling them until all Dean can do is beg and writhe and pray to be filled. Dean lets himself go one step too far and wish for other things, things he should know better than to think about, things that would involve the good kind of morning after bruises and that blue eyed stranger calling Dean “mine”.
That snaps him back to reality. Dean has one night stands and backseat hookups. Those other things aren’t for him.
The guy behind him still hasn’t clocked that Dean is watching him watch Dean. Dean needs to fix this guy’s car and then never fucking think about him again and he needs to it stat.
The other guy finally looks away. He takes a deep drink of the godawful coffee that Sam serves upfront and then stares at the cup in horror.
Dean takes his chance to move. When the guy next looks back over to Dean, Dean’s planted his ass on the front bumper of the guy’s car and plastered a shit eating, but still customer friendly, smile on his face.
“See something you like, hot stuff?” Dean says, means to pour all of his devil may care, fuck you Rich Boy attitude into it, but it comes out flirty as hell. Son of a bitch.
The guy looks mortified at being found out.
And then he surprises Dean.
“Yes,” he says, blue eyes never leaving Dean’s face and voice a low smoky rasp that sets Dean’s blood on fire.
The man seems surprised that he admitted that out loud. Dean waits for him to backtrack, either apologize or demand that Dean back off, maybe go full closet case and try to get Dean fired for being creepy or something.
Instead, he shocks Dean again, and commits. “Yes, you’re incredibly good looking. Forgive me for ogling, though. That was rude of me.” He clears his throat awkwardly, looks around the auto shop, not like he’s planning an escape but more like he’s looking for help. The silence is agonizingly long, but Dean’s brain has turned to static and all he can do is stare at the other man.
“I’m very bad at … socializing,” the other man says at last, sort of looking like he wants to hurl. “I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable —“
“Ask me out,” Dean’s mouth says before his brain can stop it.
The other man stops short and stares, squinting his eyes and tilting his head to the side. He’s almost bird-like, Dean thinks slightly hysterically, but if a bird were a puppy.
“You’re making fun of me.”
“No,” Dean’s mouth again says without his permission. “Ask me out.”
The man stares again at Dean. Nods once, twice, then squares his shoulders like he’s getting his bearings and getting ready for the firing squad, all at the same time.
“I know a good burger joint not far from here. Would you like to get dinner with me tonight?” The man asks, voice somehow impossibly raspier. It’d been a long time since someone was hot enough for Dean that just their voice could make him weak in the knees.
“Yes,” Dean’s traitor mouth whispers.
The guy’s responding smile is blinding.
(The burger joint, a hipster place that Dean had been too chicken shit to try, is good. Castiel is even better, even if he does insist on ordering a drink called a Watermelon Cooler).
#spn#my fic#tea prompts#massive apologies for any typos or weird spelling errors#it's stupid late here because this one REALLY got away from me#like went over the word count by a bit got away from me lolol
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AU in which you're a new intern at Itaru's workplace, and after discovering your natural gift for RNG luck, he shares your talent with his gamer buddy Banri, under the guise of a work-related group chat.
#a3!#a3! fanfic#a3! texts#a3! social media au#itaru#itaru chigasaki#banri#banri settsu#itaru x reader#banri x reader#this double trouble duo is all i've been thinking about today#teafics
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Writing time with Poptart the bendy dragon.
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Fic: Glass Heart
Yo it ain’t much but its something.
Chloe reflects on a moment she shared with Lucifer after they had sex the first time.
The first time she slept with Lucifer was… an experience.
Not because he was amazing in bed. He was.
He did things with his tongue that were probably illegal and made her scream things that were definitely gonna get her sent to Hell, which… Hilarious.
But that wasn’t what stood out, after the fact.
When she recalled the night they’d spent together, it came with this sensation of novelty. He’d roamed over her, eyes, hands, mouth, like he was discovering something heretofore unknowable. The expression on his face had stuck out in her mind even at the time, because hello? She’d once spent hours talking to nearly a hundred people he’d slept with. He was basically a walking Kama Sutra.
There had to be nothing new under the sun, for him.
So how could he be looking at her like she was made of light?
Afterward, they’d been lying together, close enough to study his eyelashes, which… wow. She’d threaded her fingers between his and watched him watching their hands.
I’ve never done this before, he’d said, in a very soft voice.
What?
Whatever this is. Cuddling? His mouth cracked a brief smile. Not a happy one. Self-deprecating. Everybody else always fell asleep.
What was she supposed to say to that? It was too early for promises. Not the right moment for a joke. He wouldn’t appreciate even a hint of pity. The only thing she could think of was…
Do you like it?
There it was. Genuine smile. His dark eyes glittered.
Yes.
#deckerstar#lucifer morningstar#chloe decker#lucifer#fanfic#im sorry its so short#tbh im just happy i can post anything at all#teashadefic
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(Prompt: "Ambition")
The professor supposed it was Luke’s ambition that persuaded him most.
As he had gotten to know Luke over the course of the investigation, various shades of recognition had swept over Layton. The way Luke had leapt into action to thwart Jean Descole’s destructive machines echoed the bravery of the boy’s mother, while the gentleness with which he regarded Arianna and Loosha in their final moments together could only have come from Luke’s father.
But it was when Luke had stood up in the garden, eyes shining with the request to be his apprentice number one, that Layton saw flickers of someone else he had known long ago—willful and sharp witted, fiery in hair and head, with a clear, ruthless vision for the future. Determined, even destined, to be the greatest in the world, until a cruel fate had snuffed out the flame far too soon.
He ought to have said no. Layton knew full well that bringing such a young apprentice into more investigations like this one that had ensued in Misthallery would be dangerous, and deeply antithetical to a gentleman’s vow to protect others from harm. But Luke was capable as he was zealous. Being there to guide him meant Layton had a chance to ensure nothing could impede the path of the boy’s remarkable ambition.
...And, to be certain, Layton was never able to say no to Randall either.
#professor layton#hershel layton#luke triton#teaposts#teafics#random word generator prompts#oh don't mind me just thinking about lineages and legacies between best friends
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Usually, once he had deduced the truth, Professor Layton wouldn’t hesitate to unmask any of the mysterious villains he faced.
But then, usually, the villains didn’t wear such fragile masks as this.
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Or, Layton decides to confront an opponent in private.
3049 words, for general audiences, no archive warnings apply
Relationships: Hershel Layton & Future Luke Triton, Clive & Hershel Layton, Hershel Layton & Flora Reinhold & Luke Triton
Characters: Hershel Layton, Future Luke Triton, Flora Reinhold, Luke Triton, Clive (Professor Layton)
Additional Tags: Unwound Future, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Unwound Future Spoilers, Confrontations, Secrets, Lies, Identity Reveal, Light Angst, complicated familial dynamics
New fic yay!
@sixtyfourk as per your request. Yknow, from two years ago sjkdfhgkjsdfhg
#professor layton#hershel layton#clive dove#flora reinhold#luke triton#teaposts#feel like everyone's posting clive stuff today. very happy i have something to contribute lmao#hope this meets your expectations k ^^#and also that other people like it ofc#teafics
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"They're trying to find someone I can stay with now. A... family."
"I see," Claire mused sympathetically, her mind filling in the adjective Clive had decidedly left blank in his statement. "And how does that make you feel?"
"Um..."
Clive tugged at a stray thread on his hospital shirt.
"I don't want to keep living here. The bed is hard to sleep in. And the tea is never hot. And I miss having normal clothes. But..."
The thread broke away in his fingers, and he sighed.
Unable to look away from the boy's crestfallen expression, Claire's heart ached. "I'm sorry. I can only begin to imagine what this must be like for you. Do you at least have any say in what happens next?"
Clive gave a small, disaffected shrug. "If someone wants to take me in, they have to meet me in the hospital for a few days, and then I go live in their home for some time before the paperwork is really finalized. If I don't want to stay with them, I can ask to be moved, and they'll bring me back here and try to find someone better. I just... don't know if trying to change what happens will do me any good."
"Oh? Why not?"
"Well, everything about my life is different now, anyways, right? None of the families they bring in here will understand that, or understand me--so why does it matter if I choose which one I get sent away with? What would make me the most happy is... something I can't have anymore. And I didn't get to choose that part. "
The words weren't meant to be accusatory. Clive was only a boy in pain, desperate for someone to actually see how much he was hurting even when he didn't cry.
But the guilt nonetheless threatened to swallow Claire whole. It didn't matter that she wouldn't have chosen this either--she still could have done more to keep it from happening altogether. And now it would always remain on her shoulders to right what she had wronged.
A flood of apologies rose behind her lips, but she bit them back hastily. Clive needed more than "sorry" to mend his wounds and bring sparks back into those charcoal eyes. What else could she say to him right now? She sifted through the feelings of shame pooling within her, anxious to find some answer, any answer--
"What if you stayed with me?" she blurted out, then immediately flinched.
It was an answer, that was true. Admittedly, though, it was an answer that could not have more blatantly come out of the heart-hole left bleeding in the wake of her own losses suffered.
But Claire made no motion to rescind it. She had realized almost as soon as she regretted saying it that she had sincerely meant it, too. She simply had to know how he would respond.
Clive flicked his eyes up at the suggestion, studying her through a hefty poker-faced silence. Then he hummed, apparently dismayed. "I'm really sorry, Miss Layton, but I... I just thought that if there was anyone who could see that I'm--"
"--Not interested in having a new mum," Claire concluded on his behalf. "I know. And I don't have to be one, or want to be one, if that's not what you want me to be to you."
Hearing his concern acknowledged, Clive's gaze quickly softened. Encouraged by the sight, Claire continued thinking through her logic aloud.
"It wouldn't have to be permanent, either. If you realized later on that staying with me wasn't helping you, or if you grew old enough that you felt like you could find your own way in the world, I wouldn't force you to stay. I'd want to respect your wishes."
"What would you get out of this arrangement, then?" Clive asked, still somewhat hesitant to the idea, yet leaning closer in spite of himself to hang onto Claire's words. "If not a... you know."
"Well, you and I have been kind of weathering the aftermath of the accident together, don't you think?" Claire supposed.
Clive gave a halfway-nod. "Besides the staff, you've come to see me the most of anyone the past few weeks."
"And I've been visiting you because I needed to be sure you'd end up okay--that pulling you away from that fire wasn't in vain." Claire placed a gentle hand on the boy's shoulder. "I may not really understand what it's like to lose a parent, but I truly care about how much all of this has affected you, Clive, and... I know you've seen that it's affected me a lot, too. So maybe I understand enough for you. If you stayed with me, you wouldn't have to face people who weren't there for the accident, and who won't give you the space you need to heal."
"...If I stayed with you," Clive echoed, speculative as he met her eyes, "maybe we could keep looking for ways to get through this together."
Claire smiled sadly. "Yes. That's all I want here--to help you. No special labels, or authority, or personal gain involved."
Clive peered at her with head slightly tilted for a little longer, as though making a final judgement on the authenticity of her explanation. Then, quite plainly, he replied, "Okay."
"Okay?"
"I only have the one mum, Miss Layton. You'll have to be something else to me."
The professor nodded vehemently. "Oh, without a doubt."
"But... I think I would like to go live with you, after all," Clive finished. "I'll ask the nurse about it when she comes back here."
Claire could swear a new light had appeared in Clive's dark irises at the declaration, alongside the faintest ghost of a smile on his cheeks.
Or perhaps it was simply her own vision blurring, realizing this tragic young boy had suddenly come into her care long-term. It was terrifying and hopeful all at once, to be in charge of another's fate once again. But at least maybe this time, she could make a difference in his life for the better.
"I'm so glad to hear that, Clive," Claire finally mustered the presence of mind to say. "It's still going to be quite the adjustment, staying with me, but I hope you know that you can count on me, no matter what happens now."
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In 10 years, he would feel his heart almost pounding out of his chest as a wound bled down his face; as temporal chaos rampaged on the smoke-filled horizon; as he watched Claire run to get back in the aircraft (alongside the disconcertingly familiar Theodore) to try and stop this devastation once and for all.
And even despite the pain he was in now, and the danger posed to his city and the people he cared about, and the lingering knowledge that even if they somehow made it out of this mystery alive, there was still an acceptance letter to Princeton University in his bedroom desk waiting to tear him an ocean's width apart... it was this promise he would find replaying itself in his mind.
"You can count on me, no matter what happens now," she had said.
And so he would take a deep breath, even now, and feel those worries begin to slip from his mind.
'I know I can, Professor,' Clive would think to himself in response. 'You know I always do.'
#teaposts#teafics#professor!claire au#okay um. lol.#instead of homeworks there is esteemed physicist claire layton and her goofy depressed not-son clive dove. i guess.#no but fr i was thinking about this au all day long and then suddenly i had this written#probably not putting this on ao3. i'd at least flesh out the beginning first. set the scene more.#do i maintag this though. i do like that ending tbh
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How does an honest person like Luka Couffaine end up protecting the most valuable superhero identities in all of Paris?
Well, even an honest person can have a part of themself that no else sees.
(A story about loving and not loving.)
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General audiences, no warnings apply, 1 of 3(?) chapters, 1314 words
Relationships: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir & Luka Couffaine & Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug
Characters: Luka Couffaine, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug
Additional Tags: Episode: s04 Exauceur | Wishmaker, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Luka Couffaine Knows, Secrets, Honesty, Identity Issues, Internal Conflict, Aromantic Luka Couffaine, Past Luka Couffaine/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Friendship, Eventual Comfort/Angst, Eventual Coming Out
Hi did someone say “aromantic Luka fic”? Because I just published the first chapter of mine! Check it out!
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(Prompt: "Open")
Finding a message in a bottle wasn’t a common occurrence, even when the tropical beaches of Destiny Islands were surrounded with an endless blue expanse of ocean.
So if a young man happened to be meditating on the shore—an admittedly futile attempt to calm the restless ache that had burgeoned within him—and the waves suddenly clinked onto the sand at his feet a corked soda bottle, it was surely a sign from the universe to listen and believe and act.
And if the paper rolled inside was labeled “Open Me :P” with a doodle of a crown in a familiar, messy little script, then it was—annoyingly and endearingly—a sign from the young man’s heart that that emptiness in his chest wouldn't have to hurt forever.
#kingdom hearts#riku#sora#teaposts#i think this is the first time i've ever successfully written a three-sentence fic#they're very long sentences but shhhh#also i should probably start some fic tags again lol it's hard to keep track of stuff i've written that's not on ao3#teafics#random word generator prompts#<- we'll go with this for now
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After a bad day, all Roxas can think to do is go home.
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General audiences, no warnings apply, 411 words
Relationships: Roxas & Sora (Kingdom Hearts)
Characters: Sora (Kingdom Hearts), Roxas (Kingdom Hearts)
Additional Tags: Post-Kingdom Hearts III, presumably post-KH4 too it's just sometime after Sora is back, Ficlet, Fluff, Platonic Cuddling, friendly teasing
Here's a bit of Sora and Roxas fluff I wrote this morning!
#kingdom hearts#sora#roxas#teaposts#i couldn't take it anymore i had to write Something#maybe the most shocking part about this one is that there's nothing angsty about it at all... how did i manage that lmao#anyways. sora and roxas. their relationship means so much to me#teafics#random word generator prompts
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About me! 🍵
(last updated 4/25/24)
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Hi! I'm Peter (he/him), also known as Tea of Destiny. I'm currently in a break period before I start graduate school; my academic specialties are music theory and intercultural studies, and I play the bassoon and contrabassoon as well ^^ In my free time, I like to write, draw, and play video games. I identify as aroace and a transmasc enby.
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