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Post by Amy (In America - Busy atm) on Jun 27, 2011 12:05:56 GMT
Haha! Tbh, if my brother did that I would kill him It was almost funny to look at them there, faces plain and full of imperfections, scars on show, scrapes and bruises evident in the brightening morning light, and of course, hair askew, even thinning in some cases. The pronounced bags under their eyes and premature wrinkles made them barely distinguishable as those gods and goddesses whose images laced magazine after magazine.
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Post by Samantha on Jul 2, 2011 2:29:15 GMT
So this actually comes from an assignment that I had to do for my English class some seven months ago. It's about the Dust Bowl, and most of my classmates have probably wiped the memory of this assignment from their brains. I actually enjoyed doing it. Jacob sits by my side on the bedding, watching me with fascination. Remarkably, his blue eyes seem even brighter in the low lighting. His face is streaked; his dark hair is a tangled mess. He asks me what I'm writing.
I don't lie to him. There's something too innocent about a child.
And he tells me that he wants to go to the cinema one day; one boy from his class went. Have I ever been?
Never, I answer him simply.
He's learning addition in school. Do I know what forty-eight and four is?
Um...fifty-two?
Can I tell him where his father is?
The house sways unsteadily around us, and the wood groans. I watch the blue-eyed boy for a long moment. Finally, I tell him to try and get some rest.
From a dark corner of the front room, the woman speaks. I don't know if it's for me to hear or for Nate--or simply for herself--but she whispers into the dust, "We slaughter those jackrabbits, and finally our punishment has come. We've damned ourselves. Our end has come tonight." --Men of Dust
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Post by slurpee101 on Jul 7, 2011 21:28:18 GMT
Just something I started today. Camille’s mother, Nina, hugged her tightly for the fourth time since they had finished setting up her dorm room. It was Camille’s last year in college so she couldn’t see why it was so hard for her mother to let go. Camille didn’t live that far away, either; the college, Peterman University, was located an hour outside of the sleepy town that her and her mother lived in. The town itself was located only thirty minutes from the city. “Come on, mom. I’m not a baby anymore.” Of course, she would get the same line she always got from her mother, “but you’re my baby.” Without fail, her mother began to form the well-known phrase in her mouth. “Mom,” Camille interrupted, “It’s getting a little late and you know how bad your eyesight is at night.” “Oh, okay.” Nina pulled away slowly and got inside her SUV. “I’ll call you later, okay?” “Okay,” she said making the o.k.-sign with her hand. “Just remember, this is my last year,” Camille yelled as her mother pulled off slowly. Camille stood watching until the lights of the car disappeared. Camille sighed and turned to the dorm building she was housed in. She missed her mother as much as her mother missed her. It was hard for her to say goodbye as well since her and her mother were so close. It had almost always been her and her mother. The bond they shared had gotten stronger right after her father died in an accident when she was twelve. Camille stood very still and thought back to the accident. It had been a clear day like today had been and her father and she had just come back from the frozen yogurt shop in town. All her friends had been talking about it and she convinced her dad to try it out with her. They got in a car accident less than ten miles away from home. If only she hadn’t…Camille let a single tear slip out and slide down her cheek. She never let herself think about her dad because ever since then she had to be strong and independent for her mother. However there was some times where she couldn’t hold them in. Every day the tears felt on the verge of breaking free from her strong-hold. “Miss, are you okay?” ***She opened her eyes wide. They were wet with tears and sparkled in the small moonlight. Every once in a while, the moonlight would hit them at an angle and turn them a glassy raven color. He didn’t know why he felt like he had to see if she was alright. He had always stayed away from others and avoided any type of interaction. And now for a simple girl he was blowing off all of his rules. “I’m fine,” she said as she swept the tear off her cheek with a flick of her hand. “The air. It’s a little too dry tonight,” she offered lamely and laughed awkwardly. He had seen her around many times. She always walked as if something was on her mind; her body on autopilot while her mind stayed deep in thought. He always wondered what was on her mind. “I haven’t seen you around before. Are you a new student?” He could tell she was going out of her comfort zone to talk to him. “No. I…primarily take night classes. I’m Christian,” he offered as a sign of friendship. It had been so long since he had tried something so trivial. Perhaps he was a little rusty? “Camille,” she smiled nervously and unconsciously fiddled with a loose string on her shirt. Ah, Camille. So he could finally put a name to the face he had seen so often. Her face felt so familiar to him that he couldn’t help but stare and take in every feature. Had he met her before? “I have to go,” she said suddenly. Camille walked to the building and stopped. “I’m sure we’ll see each other around.” “I’m sure we will,” Christian whispered as he watched her walk inside. She was someone he once knew, he could feel it. Of course, he had been with so many women in his centuries of existence that he couldn’t tell where he remembered her from. It isn’t important, he thought. Christian did not enroll in this college to meet women. He enrolled to learn again, a pastime he much enjoyed in his youth. He came to learn and only learn, to be anonymous to his world and hers. Enigma, chapter 1
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Post by Sunny on Jul 7, 2011 23:32:43 GMT
Dragonaair that was amazing! Everyone here has such amazing talent but yours hooked my attention! Vampires evil again! Not sparkly vegaterians! I love it! Is that part of a already written story or something just written? I have to read more im so blown away by it!
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Post by Caitlin on Jul 7, 2011 23:56:19 GMT
Tears streamed down my face as I lay in my bed. He’s gone, off to join the military like he had always ‘dreamed’ of. I wiped my cheeks, sitting up in my bed and looking out the window, trying to slow my fast breathing and stop crying. A while later the tears were still leaking out. I got up angrily, clenching my fists and staring at my tear-streaked face in the mirror. “I don’t need him. He doesn’t care about me if he’s just going to leave me here, alone.” That’s the truth, isn’t it? He said it was always his dream to go off into the military, the thing that kept him going since he was a little child. ‘If he loved you, though, he would have stayed with you and found some other dream to follow with you, not gone off to go die in some stupid war’ bit back the devil on my shoulder. More tears leaked out, and my head swivelled to the photo of me and him. We had been at the park. Kyle had been there, with Elena. I can still feel the warm breeze on my face, smiling while Jason wrapped his long arms around my waist and held me close, placing his chin on top of my head, looking out at the water with me. “I love you,” he had whispered into my hair, holding me even closer. I looked to my right, over my shoulder, a huge smile placed across my face. “I love you, too. Forever and always, you’ll be in my heart.” Little did we know Elena had taken a photo of our exchange, and it had been a beautiful photography shot. “You both light up the screen, your eyes are so full of love… I think this is the real deal, you two are just the perfect couple.” Fake love. He didn’t love me, if he’s leaving me now to go join the military. The tears couldn’t be held back anymore, and I slowly sunk to the floor, putting my face in my hands, taking deep, sobbing breaths. Eventually, I heard a noise as the door creaked open. “Katie, are you there? Oh, Katie…” Kyle came over to kneel by my side, pulling me into his arms and holding me there. “It’s going to be alright, he’ll come back eventually, sweetheart.” I looked up into Kyle’s face, full of love and kindness. He looked so upset for me, like he truly felt my pain. I just shook my head a little, looking down towards the floor. “What if he dies, Kyle? There’s that war going on, what if he gets shipped there? I’ll have nothing of him. He even promised me he wouldn’t go on some dangerous mission before I had a chance to start a family with him, and he officially broke that promise.” I broke down into tears once again, surprised I even had any more in my system. Kyle pressed my face into his chest, rubbing his hand up and down my back slowly, trying to sooth me by murmuring into my ear comforting words every once in a while. After I had eventually stopped crying, he helped stand me up and laid me down in the bed, laying down beside me and holding me close to him. He smoothed out my hair and held me close, continuing to sooth me until I eventually trailed off to sleep.
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Post by legrande on Jul 7, 2011 23:57:58 GMT
I recently rewrote my somewhat detail lacking story on the Exchange for my new website It was warm and stuffy in the geography classroom. The sun's rays shone directly through the windows, and caused an almost greenhouse like effect. This was the main reason that the class were doing very little work. Even their teacher was finding it hard to concentrate, and she had been staring out of the window, glassy eyed, and fanning her face with a piece of paper. She was happy enough to let the class chat quietly, as long as they did their work. Suddenly, a gaggle of girls at the front of the classroom giggled a bit too loudly for her liking, dragging her attention away from the window and back to her class. After telling the girls to quieten down, she cast a weary eye around the rest of the class, making sure that the others were at least looking busy. Her eyes fell on a boy at the back of the room.
"Mike! Err... Miss Cooper's staring at you... Mike! Get up!" Evan muttered urgently to his friend, who had slumped over on the desk. When he got no response, he quickly elbowed him in the side. "Huh? I'm up!" Michael jumped, and sat up with a start, scattering the various pens and pencils off of his unopened jotter. There was a quiet titter of laughter from the others in the class who saw. Michael cringed slightly, and gathered them up again. He turned Evan, who looked slightly concerned. "Yeah... I think she thought you were sleeping or something... Again." "I wasn't." Michael stated, rubbing his heavy eyelids, and yawning discreetly. Evan was used to Michael falling asleep in geography, and Miss Cooper should have been too. It was their last lesson on a Friday, and they never actually did any work anyway, even when it wasn't warm. Michael fell asleep most weeks, he couldn't help it. --Chapter 1, The Way It Is
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Post by Sunny on Jul 8, 2011 2:29:25 GMT
Dannilyn cradled her stuffed bear close to her chest and then quickly shoved it into her toy box and rushed to get her shoes on. Lynn looked at her, worry lines etched into her young face. “Outside. Now.” Dannilyn demanded. Lynn nodded sharply and crossed the short distance to the door in a single stride, following her daughter out of the apartment. The apartment complex was tiny, with only four apartments that could hold no more than two comfortably. The outdoors held a minuscule park, composed of a climbing structure, a single swing and a slide. Surrounding the entire building was a towering fence, black and looming. Dannilyn ran for the climbing structure and shimmed up the ladder already immersed in her fantasy play, as a princess locked in a tower. Lynn took residence on a bench close by. She had a clear view of her daughter and all her surroundings. Lynn shifted her eyes warily over every shape, shadow, tree, and bird; searching for signs of a danger that could be coming.
Edit: kk so I rewrote that little bit and I like this MUCH better! “I want to go on the balcony.” Dannilyn said in a tone that suggested her request was more like a demand. Lynn looked at her, with a worried look in her eyes. “I told you sweetie, it’s too dangerous. And you’re not allowed on the balcony ever.” Dannilyn narrowed her eyes, which had begun to glow, making the filmy, purple colouring even eerier. “I want to go on the balcony,” Dannilyn said again. “And I will go with or without you mom.” Lynn shook her head. Her 8 year old daughter was a spoiled brat and she knew it. Unfortunately her guilt wouldn’t allow her to do anything about it. “I can’t talk you Dannilyn. I’m sorry. Maybe we could go to the little park instead?” Lynn whispered, a pained look on her face, as if denying Dannilyn what she wanted was painful. Dannilyn glared at her mom. “No.” she said firmly pressing her lips together tightly. “I want to go to the balcony. And I will.” Dannilyn spun on her heels, heading towards the bedroom door. “Dannilyn!” Lynn shouted after the little girl. When Dannilyn continued towards the balcony, Lynn dashed after her, throwing her arms around Dannilyn’s waist pulling her away from the door. Dannilyn raged. She kicked and hissed, flailed and screamed. Lynn didn’t release her though. Few things did she not allow her daughter to get her way on and this was one. The balcony was to open and treacherous, and the simplicity of reaching it from the bottom floor made it an off limit place. Lynn could not afford to lose her only little girl, and the human race could not survive little Dannilyn being kidnapped.
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Post by Caitlin on Jul 25, 2011 10:03:24 GMT
“Kathryn, where are you?” I heard her cry, coughing and choking on the thick, black clouds of smoke. She covered her mouth with her sleeve, weaving her way throughout the room. “This isn’t funny Kathryn, this isn’t a game! Tell Mommy where you are, right now!” I stood in the corner of the room, watching her trying to find her youngest child, knowing exactly where she was yet knowing I couldn’t interfere. Helpless, that’s what I felt like. I crossed my arms, watching as flames started to seep under the doorframe, the only exit from the room besides the window, which smoke was pouring out of. She didn’t seem to notice; coughing so loudly it was deafening, but not drowning out the sound of the hungry fire greedily attacking everything in its path. Tear stains streaked her black face, painted by the smoke. “Oh God, please be alright. Let me die, but don’t let her be killed.” I crossed the room, watched as she fell to the floor, coughing and breathing very slowly. She closed her eyes, trying to breathe through the smoke, close to passing out. Her daughter was already dead; she was stupid for not having left when she had the chance. I stood above her, watching as the flames slowly crept into the room closer and closer to the woman’s body. I decided it was finally time for me to leave, not wanting to watch yet another body be burnt to the crisp. I jumped out the window, landing on the ground. The fall would have killed a normal human, but who said I was human? I trailed through the deserted street, hearing sirens in the distance. Fools, they were much too late. Everyone in the building would be killed before they finally got there. I sighed, irritated beyond words. No one could help you these days; you were all on your own or screwed over. Sadly, I had chosen the second options, which left me in this state. Not alive, yet not fully dead. Left to roam the world, with no one actually being able to see or hear you. It’s a lonely life, not one most people take. I don’t know why the hell I took it, I’ve always been afraid of death and not being able to roam the world once I passed, not knowing what would happen. I regret it immensely, knowing that whatever the hell else there was, it was sure a lot better than this. I sighed. Yes, the worst mistake I had ever made, though I never really made any good choices, anyway.
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Post by Caitlin on Jul 30, 2011 6:25:32 GMT
WARNING: This kinda swears quite a bit.. But I felt like it was proper for the kind of character I wanted him to bee.. I lay there on the ground, mud soaking my hands and arms, drying in my matted hair. I didn’t care, nothing mattered anymore. I lay there for what seemed like ages, the tears no longer slipping out as there just weren’t anymore to cry. I thought about her. Her face, her smell, her voice, the very essence of her. Thinking about her made my breath come faster, but the tears didn’t come. I lay there, sobbing with no tears, my lungs cracking under the pressure of so much pain, my heart crushing from the large amount of pain. I couldn’t live, couldn’t survive without her. She was my everything, and now she was gone.
I stood up, slamming my fist into a tree trunk. Fucking gone, never to be here again on this planet because her fucking “god” decided that it was finally time for her to leave this god damned world. It wasn’t fair, but then again nothing was fair anymore. My whole life had been full of pain, where things would just be amazing and perfect, and then they would crash down. It was there, and then in one minute it was gone. All fucking gone.
“It’ll be fine, Jack. You’re perfect, and don’t ever let anyone tell you different. It’s just my time, God has decided. Remember, I’ll always be in there,” she had spoken in whispers, her voice barely being heard as she struggled to place my hand against my chest, where my heart should be. She shook a little, breathing out long and slow as her eyes flickered shut and her soul left her beautiful body. I had sat there on the ground beside her for so long after that, still pressing down on the gaping wound on her chest, calling out for help, clenching my teeth, knowing that she had to make it.
I was selfish. I thought that this time, this one fucking time that good thing would stay in my life forever. No, Elise was dead, gone. That stupid fucking guy had to shoot her, had to choose her life over mine. I was walking angrily through the brush, just knowing I needed to stomp around and yell randomly and just scream. Let it all out, it had to come out eventually. Not healthy to bottle up emotions. Well guess what, I finally am letting out all those fucking emotions.
Emotions, they can be deadly. I never really liked them, learned to get by them, block them out, cut them off by surrounding myself with an icy barrier. The only person who had ever gotten through that ice, chipped all the way through it was Elise. She was there for me, the love of my life. People always talked about that one person, the others soulmate. I never believed it, thought that in a world this dark it was impossible to find somebody like that, but I was wrong.
Elise, shot, right before my eyes. The guy gave some sort of sick grin while pulling the trigger, too, like he enjoyed taking somebody’s life. It was no big fucking deal to him, just another day on the great, thrilling job. “That’s what you fuckin’ get, Elise. Next time don’t go running to the cops when we ask something pretty important of you. Well, now I guess you won’t do any tattle tailing, will yah?” Laughing, the twisted fuck, he walked off casually, as I leaned over her body. Blood was spewing from her tiny, porcelain body, as she made a sad smile up at me and coughed out blood.
“The one promise I make you right now Elise is that I will hunt down that fucker, I will kill him, make him suffer and feel all the pain you feel right now, all the pain I’m feeling..” I choked out through my tears, working on her wound as fast as I could.
When I finally gave up, finally stood up and looked down at her, I didn’t know what to feel. I couldn’t feel anything, anymore, just the icy barrier coming slowly back up and around me, blocking out all the pain. Motionless, I stood there looking down at the bloody corpse that had once held the most beautiful thing the world had ever seen. I also have to share this little thing as well: “I just, I just can’t” I broke away from her embrace, my face turning a shade of scarlet as I put distance between the two of us.
“Do you not love me, Carolyn? You said you loved me…” Lacey crumpled, pain splashed across her face in seconds as she looked at me, her arms dropping to her sides.
“I know, but just... If anyone found out about that…” I shook, scared about what my father would think. He would judge me harshly, always hating those “bisexual freaks”. I had never told him about my attraction to the opposite sex, my attraction to Lacey.
Lacey crossed the rooms and held me close to her, smoothing my hair and stroking my cheek, and I slowly wrapped my arms around her as well, feeling safe in her arms. “Sweety, no one is going to find out. If you want to keep our love secret, then we can do that. I’ll be exactly that, your dirty little secret, like that song”. She smiled at me, and I couldn’t help but smile too.
My little secret, it sounded thrilling… EDIT: Opps, didn't know I double-posted.. Sorry!!
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Post by FiliaSlayer on Jul 31, 2011 12:26:10 GMT
Wow! You guys are amazing writers!
Anyways, I don't have a full story written, but I did have an except in mind that would sum up the randomness that is my upcoming story. There isn't much of a plot (I wanted to try the slice-of-life method this time around and if successful, I would try my hand at a second season). The story itself just centers Strangetown's wild youth and the many experiences they go through during their childhood. I'd never seen a story involving children, so I decided to go for it.
Title pending, excerpt from unknown chapter. XD [BTW the writing may be a bit 'script' like, but I will clear that up whenever I actually work on the story itself.]
"I want a puppy!" Gabriella pouted, stomping the ground over and over again in protest.
August sat perplexed, his spoon just inches from delivering a scoop of scrambled eggs to its destination. "Uhh...wha'?"
"Honey, we can't afford a pet right now." Clarissa softly spoke while cleaning the corner of her breakfast plate.
"But we've got fish and they're pets." The small child whined, flinging unkempt hair all around.
Bested, August merely nodded while running fingers through his hair. "True, but they don't require as much care as a puppy would, Gabs. Besides, if they die, all you have to do is flu---." He'd already said much too much and received a rather nasty kick to the shin underneath the table from his wife for not piping down any sooner.
"I'm serious!" Gabs stepped up to the table, slamming down both hands to appear intimidating enough to be taken seriously. For sport, both her parents nodded in unison then listened attentively for the negotiation to begin. "If I don't get a puppy soon, I will never EVER help out with the chores around the house again!!"
[Scene skips to the Hopi residence, home to Gabby's best friend, Magic.]
"And so they laughed at you for like five minutes straight?" Magic asked as she relaxed on her elbows. "Wow. That's pretty bold."
"I don't know why they're being meanies about it. How can a puppy be hard to take of? I mean it's little and cute and can make little cute baby animal noises, like 'cheep, cheep, cheep!'
"Gab, puppies don't..." Magic shook her head at the blissful ignorance, feeling it better to just ignore the statement, lest she sit out her entire Saturday trying to explain trivial matters to someone who just couldn't grasp the obvious. "..Nevermind."
"Yo-Yo's!" Standing in the distance was a familiar figure that an excited Magic and Gabriella flagged over. The young girl stood no taller than the two, and appeared at best to be no older than eight. She cheerfully joined both members of her immediate group of friends as they lounged in the front yard on top of a tattered old blanket. "What's up?"
"Nothing goin' here. Gab's is mad because she can't get a puppy." She spoke as she slid over to provide room to the newcomer. "You've been pushing for a puppy since Kindergarten too! That's injustice!"
"Yeah! They can have another stupid baby, but I can't even get a puppy?", Gabs scoffed. Maggie kicked out her legs and started to fully relax."That's why I'm glad I'm an only child. Everything comes to you, and they don't expect you to share."
"Lucky!", chimed in Magic all of a sudden, "I've got a brother and little sister so technically speaking, those two ARE my pets. I don't claim them though, since they make even worse pets. No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't get my sister [Kiicha] to ever land on her feet when ever I pushed her off the roof of the house----"
Maggie sat up all of a sudden with finger directly pointing in Magic's face. "You're one weird ass 8-year-old, you know that?!....................
[End excerpt]
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Post by tallonrk1 on Aug 1, 2011 3:58:33 GMT
This is the very beginning to my story "Insanity Revived" which can be found in the stories section of the forum As soon as I stepped out of the taxi and faced the 3 gates in front of me that concealed the evil within these walls, I knew I was in for trouble. My hand was shaking furiously with nervousness as I went to open the gate. Whatever was on the inside of these walls would be revealed today.
Hello I am Dr. Joy Good. After my previous demotion I have been sent to take care of the patients here in the insane asylum. The problem? I was sent by myself. The other two doctors that were to help me died in a freak accident just a month ago. Being alone I felt as though I may just be about to enter hell.
As I made it past the first two gates I faced the final gate. I felt like I was about to pass out but I stood there frozen for about 2 minutes, heart pounding, palms sweating. I decided- I was ready.
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Post by FiliaSlayer on Aug 2, 2011 3:08:06 GMT
This is the very beginning to my story "Insanity Revived" which can be found in the stories section of the forum Hey yeah! I read your entire story! Twas pretty good too---VERY funny stuff! You got anymore stories?
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Post by Amy (In America - Busy atm) on Aug 2, 2011 23:24:34 GMT
His eyes held less expectation than I believed was behind his pensive stare. He was, as per usual, totally relaxed as if he'd simply offered me a cup of tea. Of course in Ayden's mind that was all it had been, an offer, something that can be refused or negotiated no matter how trying that conversation would be for him. I was grateful for a moment that it hadn't been a question. Something which demanded an answer, otherwise its role would never be fulfilled and it would forever be half-done. I'd have had to say one way or the other if it was a question. Why hadn't he been brazen enough to ask? The fear of rejection, I quickly reminded myself, the sting I'd unleash if and when he did.
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Post by tallonrk1 on Aug 3, 2011 4:35:31 GMT
This is the very beginning to my story "Insanity Revived" which can be found in the stories section of the forum Hey yeah! I read your entire story! Twas pretty good too---VERY funny stuff! You got anymore stories? Well I have my summer showcase entry "Summer Secrets" but other than that, no
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Post by legrande on Aug 3, 2011 10:03:51 GMT
The scent of hospital disinfectant roused him from his troubled sleep. He slowly opened his eyes, and blinked as they became accustomed to the dim light. As he remembered where he was, a sudden pang of guilt and sadness shot through his body. He knew that he was one of the lucky ones. He knew that only seven of the twelve pilots who'd flown out over the channel from his squadron had returned. Three had been picked up from the sea, himself included. Harry couldn't forget the moment when he was told that Robert was missing. Lost over the channel. No one knew what had become of him. Harry knew what it was to be shot, and it was all he could do to hope that by some miracle, Robert had survived. Harry was fighting a different battle now. A battle of survival.
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