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Wishing a relaxing weekend for everyone. Take some time to be kind to yourself, to unwind, and to have some rest. <3
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I ate a brownie once at a party in college. It was intense. I felt like I was floating. Turns out there wasn't any pot in the brownie. It was just an insanely good brownie.
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There was an explosion at a cheese factory in France. De-Brie everywhere.
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P O S T H I G H L I G H T S
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Four Winters - The Elder Scrolls
Live Together; Die Alone - The Elder Scrolls
Via Purifico - The Elder Scrolls
Dawn (Collab) - The Elder Scrolls
Change (Collab) - The Elder Scrolls
Come With Me (Collab) - The Elder Scrolls
Wayrest - The Elder Scrolls

Intro - Young Justice
Nepenthe - Wanda Maximoff - Worlds Collide

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In Fashionably Late: A Crime Thriller Roleplay → 6 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
I should be able to start mine tomorrow, but probably won't be finished with it until Friday, I imagine ^^ But the same goes here in terms of interactions/collabs and such.


Lock me in with you Qia for a collab when we're ready! Been wanting to write with you since PRCU ๐Ÿงก
In Fashionably Late: A Crime Thriller Roleplay → 6 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
I'm going to see about getting my first post done today/tomorrow :)
Also mentioning I'm open for collabs at any time during this early part of the game, get those connections in. I'd be a keen bean to write with all and any of you!
In Fashionably Late: A Crime Thriller Roleplay → 6 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
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HAYDEN JOSEPH FENWICK
AGE Thirty-four
GENDER Male
ETHNICITY/RACE British
MARTIAL STATUS Single
SEXUALITY Heterosexual
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Growing up in Ashington in the 1990โ€™s meant inheriting an aftermath. When the pits closed they didn't just take the work, but they left hollowed out futures to a generation that deserved more. What remained were the rows of tightly packed terraced houses on streets that the council stitched into estates for the women left behind. Dads left, sometimes quietly and often times forever. The mams who stayed raised each otherโ€™s kids as much as their own and Helen Fenwick was one of many of them. Holding her house together on the back of shifts at the local care home where her time was spent tending to the elderly who'd worked when their town was an empire of promise; their lungs ruined by coal dust even if their humour rarely was. Hayden Fenwick watched his mam work herself to the bone and when he wasnโ€™t watching her, he was watching Nan care for Granda through an illness everyone explained away as โ€his brainโ€™s just gone to sleep.โ€

Perhaps watching that was what invited the hound that nipped at Haydenโ€™s heels throughout his youth. A bitterness that was buried deep that he could find no real name for, only the sense that it was always there and always waiting. He knew to his core he was meant to fall through the cracks left behind. Instead, he found a gym. The boxing ring made room for him to direct that calcified thing called anger and erode at it, chip it down to find some genuine joy. A rare fucking thing in his town. The discipline of martial arts gave him shape and the routine gave him purpose and a reason to actually try. To dream. His size and stubbornness could mean something. Helen picked up every late shift she could to keep him there. โ€œOwts better than you on the street,โ€ sheโ€™d say.

Hayden paid her back by becoming frighteningly good and by his early twenties he was a national name in MMA; the Wrecking Bull of the cage. He was all skill and grin and quick wit. By his late twenties he was owning the worldwide stage until a simple and quick rotator cuff injury took him out of the sport.

He leaned hard into his fame to survive and endure it. Every panel show, every quiz, every reality slot. Heโ€™d play the clown and play it up until he was exactly the kind of loud, daft, and endlessly cheerful washed-up non celebrity that the British public loved to crucify. Fresh from his latest reality TV gig, Hayden was given the chance to attend a New Yearโ€™s Eve party in New York, with the promise of stateside gigs on the other side.


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By his early twenties, Hayden Fenwick was already well-known in the UK MMA circuit. He started his professional career competing as a light heavyweight. He was a difficult fight for anyone put in front of him. It was a successful regional title run that put him on the national radar and by 26 he was a fixed figure of the international stage as a genuine threat to anyone else not at the very top.

A rotator cuff injury put pause to his professional career before he turned 30.

What followed was a shift in his priorities in the form of television work and a lot of it, under the guidance of a sharp publicist, Zara. Hayden was inescapable on the screen; appearing across reality competitions and popular British panel shows regularly. He was as familiar a face on the box as he had been in the ring, and a typecast one at that. He found himself something of a laughing stock while on The Masked Singer and I'm a Celebrity..., creating viral moments that just as often turned the public against him as it did endear him to them.

Between his appearances on TV, he continues to train at the same gym he grew up in; helping out with youth sessions when asked. He spends much of his time in Ashington, keeping his life rooted in the same town where he grew up, in the place that always sees him as a local hero and not a washed-up, reality-TV embarrassment.
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HELEN FENWICK
Helen is the quiet centre of Hayden's whole world, having built his career on the back of her overtime shifts and her refusal to ever let him slip through the cracks. She is the reason he says yes to all of the things that exhaust him and the reason he'll keep doing it. Every fight he ever took, every fight he ever will, is for her.
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NEIL PARKER
Manager and booking agent. Neil came into Hayden's life before his fame was at its peak and has stuck around ever since. He is equal parts grafter and firm believer. Neil knows Hayden's career isn't finished and he is quietly obsessed with getting him back into the ring again, if only he could get him to stop taking cheap TV gigs for laughs. He plans, at odds with Zara, for a proper comeback for his boy.
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ZARA KAUR
The publicist. Razor sharp and impeccably dressed. Always three steps ahead of the story she's selling and constantly at odds with Neil over what's best for Hayden. Zara understands scandal and the public's appetite better than anyone Hayden's ever met and he certainly understands none of that himself. Their relationship has existed in the space between professional and not; a chemistry and understanding. A distance and a closeness.
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EILIDH VASS
Back in town out of an obligation to her family. She and Hayden share a history complicated by distance and memory; she's never quite forgotten how his crowd would tease at her at school and that wariness and defense has never left. There is an undeniable pull that now exists between them. She is all that is familiar to Hayden at his core, yet their lives are so far away.
In Fashionably Late: A Crime Thriller Roleplay → 6 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Great stuff to wake up to and a fantastic opener to the RP already! Looking forward to getting started. ๐Ÿ•บ
In Absolute Comics: Odyssey [Invite Only] → 6 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Happy Mindfuck Monday.

Thank you again to Roman for a great collab that gave me some inspiration and juice for the latest in the Frost saga.

Every day I draw closer to a Scemma endgame. This song came up on my shuffle while I was writing that piece and it felt very fitting to them, especially this scene.


In Absolute Comics: Odyssey [Invite Only] → 6 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
๐•๐• ๐•™๐•Ÿ โ„‚๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•–, ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆโ€™๐•ฃ๐•–
๐•˜๐• ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•“๐•– ๐• ๐•œ๐•’๐•ช.


โ„Œ๐”ข๐”ฉ๐”ฉ๐”ฌ ๐”ˆ๐”ช๐”ช๐”ž



E M M A F R O S T
E M M A F R O S T




She had refused to go easily. Emma Frost had delivered on her promise and had choked her way back through whatever chewed on her and on her way back through the gullet and oesophagus of all things, she saw painted murals in kaleidoscope of all sheโ€™d known. ๐——๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ธ, ๐˜‚๐—ป๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ด๐˜‚๐—น๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜€ ๐—น๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ฑ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—ฎ ๐—ป๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐˜„ ๐—ฒ๐˜€๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐—ฝ๐—ฒ until she returned to a land of grey and black and fog; where apathy marred the very air and weighed it down. It was neither a harsh landing or a reappearance. She just was, again. This world beyond now was devoid of colour. Like sheโ€™d left it all behind in the slipstream. Her eyes flickered open to the gloaming outside. Each shape beyond that created the etching of the city just another piece of the mouth; it was an all consuming place. A rictus grin that had been carved from an architecture that hungered. The thought brought her to her knees. Or had she always been there? Confusion tangled every thought that she tried to form; synapses failing to fire.

Tears filled her waterline and she did not know why, only that they were accompanied by a horrible and roiling, consuming rage. She lashed out with a fist and tore at a bedside dresser until it was on the floor; a glass lamp shattering with the fall. ๐ธ๐“‹๐‘’๐“ƒ ๐’ถ ๐“‹๐‘’๐“‡๐“Ž ๐’ป๐’ถ๐“‚๐’พ๐“๐’พ๐’ถ๐“‡ ๐‘œ๐’ท๐’ฟ๐‘’๐’ธ๐“‰ ๐’ธ๐’ถ๐“ƒ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐“‡๐‘œ๐“Œ ๐“Š๐“… ๐’ถ ๐“ƒ๐‘’๐“Œ ๐“ˆ๐“Š๐“‡๐“…๐“‡๐’พ๐“ˆ๐‘’. โ€œIโ€ฆโ€ she spoke out only to find that her throat was hoarse and why? A feeling in her bones and on her skin that her mutation had left but she couldnโ€™t remember it, or she could, in fragments and broken pieces. The turning and moving through something from somewhere and a sense of turmoil and a feeling of fighting against it all tooth and claw. A face. Fading, but a face and a name. What was the name?

She screamed out in frustration and grabbed the base of what was left of the lamp and threw it as hard as she could at the useless windows, that view out across this starving city and she watched as it shattered further. What she looked at was a place that still wanted her and people like her to be swallowed and buried. ๐—”๐—ป ๐—ฎ๐˜€๐˜€๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐˜๐—บ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜ ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐˜€ ๐—ฑ๐—ถ๐˜€๐—ฝ๐—น๐—ฎ๐˜†๐˜€ ๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐—บ๐—บ๐˜‚๐—ป๐—ถ๐˜๐˜†, ๐—ถ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜๐—ถ๐˜๐˜†, ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐˜๐—ฎ๐—น ๐˜€๐˜‚๐—ฝ๐—ฝ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐˜. Krakoa was home, or was home something else? Home was a House, maybe, she thought. Home was somewhere after the vengeance that had occupied her mind. Maybe it wasnโ€™t, maybe after vengeance was just nothing. These horrible emotions, horrible and stirring and tearing at the places that made her feel inadequate. New York was a stomach just like the House.

What House?

She began to weep.



โ€œCancel my meetings today, would you?โ€
โ€œMs Frost, you were meeting with a Stark Industries representative todayโ€“โ€

โ€œThen send a flower basket. Theyโ€™ll live.โ€
โ€œOf course, Ms Frost. Is there anything else I can do?โ€

โ€œIโ€™ll be fine, Faraday.โ€



โ€œEm?โ€


โ€œHi, Scott.โ€

โ€œI wasnโ€™t expecting this. Your call I mean. I wasnโ€™t expecting your callโ€ฆ Is everything okay?โ€


โ€œWell I hope I didnโ€™t wake you. What time is it anyway? Iโ€™m sorry if I woke you.โ€

โ€œNo, not at all, Iโ€™m awake. Iโ€™m up. How are you? Howโ€ฆ Can I help? uhh. Em?โ€


โ€œI just wanted to speak to you.โ€

โ€œOh. Right, well, Iโ€™m here.โ€


โ€œI went to some dive bar with Jessica you know, in Hellโ€™s Kitchen.โ€

โ€œOh yeah? I wish I could have seen that.โ€


โ€œMmmm, oh I know you would have liked that. Maybe next time we'll invite you to girls night. Took my own wine of course, and my own glasses. Who knows what filthโ€“โ€

โ€œ-Of course you did, let me guess, a red?โ€


โ€œMmhmm.โ€

โ€œMerlot?โ€


โ€œOh you do wound me Scott, I thought youโ€™d know.โ€

โ€œOf course I do. Tempranillo. Teso La Monja. Only you would take a three-thousand-dollar bottle of wine to a shithole.โ€


โ€œYou always did have a good memory.โ€

โ€œFor you? Alwaysโ€“ Emma, itโ€™s not that I donโ€™t want to talk or anything justโ€ฆ Our last conversationโ€“ Wasnโ€™tโ€“ I just, this call feels out of the blue. I've been regretting how we left things butโ€“โ€


โ€œDo you remember that time I got sick? Weโ€™d been to Zurich-โ€

โ€Yeah. Bahnhofstrasse. You dragged me shopping for half a day, but you know I do remember that the hot chocolate after was nice. The cafe, the snow... The sunset.โ€


โ€œOnly you had hot chocolate, Scott. With marshmallows might I add. I had a brandy. But, Iโ€™m not talking about Bahnhofstrasse. More myโ€ฆ Sudden internal collapse, my mind shutting down. The horrible feeling of being unmoored and full of noise and silence all the same.โ€

โ€I remember. Yourโ€ฆ mind flu. Telepathy sickness. Migraines and the like.โ€


โ€œI think I have another one. I feel so overload with telepathic psychic glitches.. It feels like Juggernaut punched me in the back of the head and then some, and then thereโ€™s just stretches of static and silence. I dreamt of. Something, I think. Someone. I was trying to help. A House, someone someoneโ€ฆ I dreamt I ran through Hell to save someone. I think it was meโ€“ Maybe it wasn't. It's like swimming through smoke. I don't think I saved him.โ€

โ€œSaved who? Do you want me to come over?โ€


โ€œTravel all the way to me from Krakoa? Oh Scott, whatever would Jean say?โ€

โ€Emmaโ€ฆโ€


โ€œSorry.โ€

โ€Itโ€™s alright. Are you alright? I mean, are you safe?โ€


โ€œIโ€™m in my penthouse. Tucked into my four-poster with room service on call. Iโ€™ll think Iโ€™ll be fine, I just need to slow down today, let it pass.โ€

โ€Are you sure you donโ€™t want me there?


โ€œNo, you donโ€™t need to come over. I wanted to talk becauseโ€ฆ I do keep thinking about Thea...โ€

โ€œIโ€™m coming over.โ€


โ€œScott, no. Please. I donโ€™t need you to be here. I called to speak to you. So you'd hear me without... Jumping in.โ€

โ€œ...Iโ€™m listening.โ€


โ€œMy mind walks me to the nice times you know. Before it went wrong. What it felt like to have her... She used to put too much sugar in her tea. Do you remember that? She would ruin it and Iโ€™d watch her do it every time. Spoon by spoonโ€ฆ I told her it was disgusting. And yet, sometimes I make it like that myself.โ€

โ€œYeahโ€“ I remember it. I remember it and then my teeth start to hurt. Theyโ€™re hurting right now.โ€


โ€œItโ€™s not like I donโ€™t always think about her, but today itโ€™s different. Itโ€™s like the images are just sitting there on purpose because my mind feels split in two and I keep thinking of what could have been if... If Iโ€™d walked through Hell for her, bartered with a demonic thing. I donโ€™t know. Scott. I hate the way the anger is lodged in me like a knife.โ€

โ€Jesus Emma, whatโ€™s all this talk of Hell, anyway?"


โ€œI donโ€™t know John, the dream. I think it's the feeling of fingerprints left behind.โ€

โ€Uhm, Scott.โ€


โ€œThatโ€™s what I said-โ€

โ€Right, well, Emma, there wasnโ€™t anything more we could have done. I wish that I could have, that we could haveโ€ฆ But Iโ€™m glad youโ€™re talking about her. I miss her too.โ€


โ€œI know. Then you understand, itโ€™s not just about missing her. Itโ€™s about every piece that was lost from her future and from ours. Itโ€™s the way my mind feels everyday and itโ€™s about this horrible absence in me. My anger. The way I soothe myself with it.โ€

โ€We all miss her, Emma. We all do.โ€


โ€œThey donโ€™t miss her the same way I do. Do you?โ€

โ€How is it that you miss her?โ€


โ€œLike a piece of me has been hollowed out. Itโ€™s not. It's not just all the grief and anger. I have this constant need to calculate. To think over what we should have done. What we should have prevented and how we could have made it right. Got her back to us. The us that she belonged to. Every so often though... I do allow myself to feel grief. It feels... Cruel. But reminds me that Iโ€™m alive and then I come full circle to remember that she is not. I feel it all because she is not.โ€

โ€I feel it too. And I feel guilt, not just for not saving Thea butโ€ฆ For letting youโ€“for not saving you.โ€


โ€œ...Scott.โ€

โ€I think about it all the time. What I missed. The warning signs, I replay them all. Thatโ€™s my knifeโ€ฆ But damnit Emma, I see you. I seeโ€ฆ I see you every day and the way youโ€™re carrying on, even with your anger and the way you donโ€™t want to talk. The way you won't talk to me. The way you never did. I still see the rest of you is there. I see itโ€“ and I donโ€™t want you to be aloneโ€“โ€


โ€œStop it. Do not turn this into reassurance for yourself. I do not need you to fix me Scott and I never have. Not then, not now. My choices were mine alone. I justโ€ฆ Iโ€™m, maybe Iโ€™m weak today. This headache. These thoughts and bruises. I just wanted you to hear me...โ€

There was nothing on the line for so long, Emma wondered if it had droppedโ€“

โ€œScott?โ€
โ€Iโ€™m still here. Iโ€™m justโ€ฆ Trying to not get this wrongโ€ฆ Youโ€™re not weak, Emma. Itโ€™s not weak. You canโ€™t hold this forever.โ€


โ€œRightโ€ฆ Iโ€™m tired of containing it, even if it is frightening to show this. I hate our knives. Some days I just want mine to stop hurting. Iโ€ฆ I donโ€™t care how. Thatโ€™s the part I donโ€™t want to say out loud.โ€

โ€Even if there is an angry part of you, I know there are other parts too. All that love you have in you has never gone awayโ€ฆ You see yourself as weak and angry. I don't. You justโ€ฆ You let it redirect. You donโ€™t see that but I do. Youโ€™ve poured it into Krakoa. You take care of things and maybe I was too harsh on the platform. I was. We both were. I'm sorry for that, I shouldn't have-- God knows I put my foot in it sometimes. But you were right, youโ€™re doing good work. With your students, with Carl. And this Gala, it seems like something that will be good for you and when the night comes Iโ€™ll be there, and Iโ€™ll support you and Iโ€™ll watch you. I hope it quietens the anger. I really doโ€ฆ I hope it dulls the knife.โ€


โ€œWill you wear a suit?โ€

โ€Well, no, I was thinking about a dress actually. Know any good designers?โ€


โ€œIโ€™d like to see that.โ€

โ€I know you wouldโ€ฆ Maybe for girls night. But. Yeah... Yes Iโ€™ll wear a suit. And Iโ€™ll be proud of you and maybe one day Iโ€™ll find Sinister and Iโ€™ll do what I need to do to rid myself of the guilt and maybeโ€ฆ Fuck-- Iโ€™ll feel deserving of you again...โ€


โ€œScott. You donโ€™t get to decide that. Not now, not ever. I didnโ€™t call you so you could put yourself on trial for me.โ€

โ€Iโ€™m sorry.โ€


โ€œNo. Donโ€™t be. This. Iโ€™m sorry that youโ€ฆ You always get the worst of me. This is me being honest and you and I both know that doesnโ€™t happen and it doesnโ€™t happen with many people.โ€

โ€I know. Iโ€™m glad you called.โ€


โ€œSo am I. And thatโ€™s newโ€ฆ Thank you for wanting to come.โ€

โ€Always. Feel better Emma.โ€

In Fashionably Late: A Crime Thriller Roleplay → 6 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
<Snipped quote by Rockette>

More like:

"Are those astronaut pants? Because your ass is out of this world."


unsure if this increases or decreases the Hayden/Jag fangirl radar by a degree ๐Ÿ˜‚
In Fashionably Late: A Crime Thriller Roleplay → 6 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
In Fashionably Late: A Crime Thriller Roleplay → 6 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
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The audacity.


No because I really had to think about this and proceeded to further find little bits of his personality.

"What kind of porn does my character like?" was not a question I expected to ask myself.
In Fashionably Late: A Crime Thriller Roleplay → 6 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Alright, had a good read of the sheets - nice work everyone.

Haydenโ€™s thoughts/likely interactions -

On Scarlett Wren
Hayden would like Scarlett, and be curious about her. Heโ€™d find both the differences and similarities amusing and bond with her over the reality TV experience, and likely still feel a bit out of his depth because of the scale of celebrity in the US compare to the UK.

On Jag
Hayden has absolutely been to Caliburn concerts and bought the t-shirts and definitely had a tune or two of theirs as a theme song to his fights. Heโ€™s going to fangirl.

On Bobby Rifo
Like with Jag, heโ€™s a big music fan so would enjoy being around Bobby and would have been at a gig or two - certainly the big ones like Glasto. Heโ€™ll appreciate his political views too and like thatโ€™s heโ€™s outspoken and passionate about his beliefs. Heโ€™ll respect him.

On Daisy Black
Hayden probably knows Daisy from podcasts, and likely saw her on Jimmy Fallon, but doesnโ€™t know much about her beyond that. I donโ€™t believe he would have seen her films. He would find her perspective interesting and would be keen to talk to her about her experiences. Heโ€™d find a similar thread with her in her humble beginnings and small town upbringing.

On Eleanor Hill
Look. Heโ€™s not a big reader. It's not his fault haha, he wouldnโ€™t know her but would express a sincere interest in her work and probably promise to โ€œcheck it outโ€ but likely get a bit intimidated by the content. If she pressed and talked more about how her writing is about feminism heโ€™s going to start talking about his mam and sisters, and the women in his family and how heโ€™ll get them copies of the book too.

On Anna Svensson
Would find absolutely nothing in common with her and sit somewhere between feeling uncomfortable and intimidated by justโ€ฆ the vastness of the wealth and social status - very different upbringings and so he might not know a lot about her. Heโ€™d respect her philanthropy and ambitions with law if they talked. He might wonder to himself if he could win a match against Stromm. Actually yeah, heโ€™d be more interested in being pals with Stromm.

On Charles Aponte
Wouldnโ€™t know where to start. Again, a big divide in upbringings so heโ€™d likely feel a bit small in his presence especially as Charles presents as highly-intelligent and cultured. Hayden definitely doesnโ€™t know what LUCENT is but would show some genuine interest if they spoke. He would be interested in whether he could take Jonah out in the ring. (He thinks that yes he could, easily)

On Cozy Rosie
He wonโ€™t have seen her videos but would, again, be genuinely interested in what she has to say and promise to watch her streams. Heโ€™d probably ask her advice on wellness, and talk about his sisters who would enjoy her content.
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