TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 160

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 160

Warning…adult content

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

# 160

warning…adult content

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Zach and Trevor continued to enjoy the silence of the early morning woods, as they sat in the old porch swing at Ghost and Steve’s house. A little later, having finished their coffee, they decided to walk around, just to be alone and enjoy the cool weather. They walked down to the end of the driveway, and over to a stand of trees alongside.

“This is a real pretty place to live,” said Zach. He craned his neck back to try and see the tops of the pine trees. “I never saw such huge trees, Trevor, not in New Orleans, anyway. I’m glad I came here.”

“Me, too. I’ve always been around this area. What’s it like where you’re from, Zach. Are you ever taking me there?”

“Maybe someday. It’s nice in New Orleans, but way different than here. Lots of crazy people…well, you met Eddy and Dougal. I’d like to go back for a visit, but I’m still leery. I might get arrested or something,” Zach said.

Just then they heard Steve holler over to them. “Hey, guys, we’re fixin’ breakfast, and we’re done with the shower.”

“Be there in a minute,” Zach hollered back.

“Guess we’re staying for breakfast,” Trevor said.

“Yep, and I’m racing you to the shower,” Zach said, and headed toward the house.

They ran up onto the porch, then inside, laughing and out of breath.

Ghost looked around the kitchen door, holding a spatula. “Pancakes will be ready,” he said.

“Great, we’ll wash up, first,” said Trevor.

“They coming?” asked Steve.

“Uh-huh,” Ghost said, as he expertly flipped another pancake over.

Steve made them all some scrambled eggs and bacon to have with the pancakes. Trevor and Zach came back in after their quick shower.

“You want us here at the table?” asked Zach.

“Yeah, got your plates ready, now,” Steve said, as he set two full plates in front of them.

Ghost finished the last two pancakes, and he and Steve sat down to eat.

“These are really good, Ghost. It’s like they melt in my mouth,” Trevor said.

Ghost thanked him. “I made these when I was a kid. Well, not these here ones, but the same kind.”

Steve snickered, and kept on eating, as Ghost kept on talking.

“I can make potatoes, too…right, Steve?”

“Um-hmm…”

Zach looked at Trevor, then at Steve. not sure if he should laugh, or say anything. But, Trevor kept the conversation going.

“What kind of potatoes?” he asked, remembering that Ghost said to make him explain what he meant.

Ghost looked puzzled, for a second. “Umm, those kind with milk, and you use a spoon, and…what’s it called, Steve?”

Steve smiled, and said, “Soup.”

“Oh, yeah, I just forgot it, but not how to make it. Kinsey lets me make it for the club, sometimes,” Ghost said.

“We’d love to try it someday,” Trevor said.

Ghost smiled. “Ok, cool.”

Steve was thinking how weird it was, how domestic they were all being. First breakfast, and now planning a dinner party?

Ghost frowned at Steve. “Yeah, so what?”

Zach and Trevor, of course, hadn’t heard Steve’s thoughts, so were lost as to what Ghost was saying, now.

“I want to, and you can come, or not,” Ghost said.

“Oh, I’ll come, Ghost,” Steve said. “It’ll be fun.”

“Huh?” Zach said, still confused.

“Oh, we’re planning a dinner party, and inviting y’all over for potato soup, real soon, and it’ll be fun,” Steve said.

“Oh, well let us know when, and we’ll be here,” said Trevor.

“Speaking of fun,” Steve said, “Kinsey and Terry will be on vacation, and when they come back we wanted to do a show…like a welcome back show. He mentioned maybe we all could do one together. Did he say anything to y’all about it?”

“Yeah, kind of,” Zach said. “That could be fun, I guess, if we could work out how.”

“Ok, then, let’s see…we all have Terry and R. J., then y’all have Calvin, too. Y’all could do half the show, then us the other? I don’t think we could all do it together, I mean, we’re all different kinds of music. We might do one or two songs…hell, I don’t know,” Steve said, getting confused, now.

Zach nodded. “Ok, the first way sounds fine…half and half, then maybe come together for one or two?”

“I think I just said that, but you said it better, Zach,” Steve said. “What about that, Ghost, does it sound ok to you?”

“Yeah, guess so. When is Kinsey getting back home, though? We have to know before, so we can let people know.”

“That’s true. I think he said he’d keep in touch, so we’ll probably have a few days notice. It’ll work out,” said Steve.

“Are we gonna get that guy to print up flyers?” asked Ghost.

“Oh, yeah, well, if he could do them fast enough. I mean, he wanted to and all,” Steve said.

Ghost gathered up the dishes, as everyone was finished eating. “Are we going to record, today?”

“Yep, in fact, we need to get on over there,” Steve said, getting up from the table.

“We need to get going, too,” said Trevor, “because…well…” He didn’t want to mention why, but they all knew; the house was going to be bulldozed this morning.

As Trevor and Zach were leaving, Trevor turned to Ghost. “Thank you, again, Ghost, for everything you did for us.”

“It’s ok…I wanted to help,” Ghost said.

Steve grabbed his guitars, and Ghost got his backpack, and song books, and they all left out the door.

“We’ll catch up with y’all later,” Steve said.

“Yeah, we’ll let ya know how it goes,” said Zach.

They followed each other down the driveway, and out onto the highway. Steve headed for Terry’s studio in town, and Zach for Trevor’s old house on Violin Road.

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Next part coming soon!

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© 2017 BS

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This is a work of “fan fiction” based on the novel, “Lost Souls” by Poppy Z. Brite. All credit for the original characters, places, and some backstory mentions, belong to Ms. Brite and her publishing affiliates. Only newly introduced characters, places, and original elements of this story are entirely from my imagination. Character descriptions are a blend of the original book descriptions and my interpretation of them.

All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative liscense is taken in including them in this story.

No harm is intended toward author, muscians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblence.

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The content herein is rated by me as being at the high end of MA (Mature Audience). It includes strong language, violence, sexual themes, including same sex pairings, religious themes, and fantasy horror.

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JINX CAR

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Before being on Word Press I was posting over on the Blogger site. Sometimes, I like to transfer some posts from there to here, because honestly, almost no one ever saw/read them over there. This is one of those. I wrote it for the A to Z Blog Challenge – Letter J, on April 11, 2014. 🙂

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JINX CAR

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JINX CAR

We owned a jinx car. Yes, we did. It was a pre-owned ’66 or ’67 Chevrolet Caprice. A big, old, boat of a car, with plush overstuffed seats, electric windows, and temperature controlled air conditioning. I despised that car.

The day we test drove it, it shimmied all over the highway. I think the wheels needed alignment, or something. We bought it, anyway.

First of all, I didn’t even want a different car. We traded in our ’65 Mustang (which I loved), for this monstrosity. Strike one…Strike two…the wheel thing…and well, the strikes kept coming. One thing or another was always wrong with it. You name it, it needed repairs.

When I first drove it up to where I worked at the time, everyone wanted to see our new car. So, out to the parking lot we all went. One girl was not impressed. She took me aside to tell me…this car is a jinx. Seems this very car had just been traded in by her grandparents, and they’d had nothing but trouble from it. I guess back then there were no ‘lemon’ laws or disclosure rules.

Anyway, the jinx car lived up to it’s reputation. We had it for awhile, costing us more in repairs than it was worth. Then, after coming home from overseas, I got that car out of storage. I got rid of it…traded it in…yes, I did. I was surprised the car lot people even gave me a dime for it.

I immediately bought another car that I loved…a ’69 Camaro. Now, that was a car. I looked much better driving a cool Camaro around town, in my twenties, instead of the old jinx car, for sure. And I don’t remember the new one giving us a bit of trouble!

Thank you for reading! Hope you enjoyed hearing about the jinx car!

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RANDOM POST # 10 – DIRTY LAUNDRY

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RANDOM POST # 10 – DIRTY LAUNDRY

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Well, here I am again with the continuing list of jobs I’ve had in the past.

This one was at a laundry service company called “National Linen Service”. It was here in town, and was in the 70s.

My job was in the office, processing invoices, using a calculator to add up totals, things like that. In the back was where they did the massive amounts of laundry, both private, and commercial. There were huge machines that washed, dried, and ironed all kinds of linens, like sheets. Well, I can’t remember what all they did, but I would think hospitals, hotels/motels, restaurants, and all would send in their dirty laundry to be done. I didn’t go back there often.

I worked there awhile, and kept getting into trouble. It wasn’t my fault, I promise! Week after week, when the totals on the invoices would not balance, or come out right, I’d get blamed. Finally, they had the calculator (it was a huge one, not a small hand-held one) checked out. Turns out something was askew in the innards of the thing, so it wouldn’t add/subtract right at all. So, they got it fixed or got another machine, I don’t remember. What I do remember is I got no apology, whatsoever, about it.

I never did get fired from this job, but I did just up and quit. Well, I never told them I was quitting, either. I just never showed up again. In fact, my husband, another couple, and I all went down to Juarez Mexico for a vacation. We had a wonderful time. When we got back, I think I got a letter or phone call, not sure which, from the company asking for their key back. I think it was a key to the desk drawer? After awhile, I finally took it back, but I made them wait for it. Still no thank you or apologies. Oh well…

The only other thing I remember about this job was that it was around Easter time, and everyone at work was eating chocolate candy rabbits. I ate so many of them I never wanted to eat one ever again!

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*photo found on Pixabay

 

SOUL SOUNDS – for dVERSE POETS

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SOUL SOUNDS

I feel the sounds of quiet nights

Deep within my soul

I thrill to trills of cricket’s chirps

A symphony so bold

I listen to the stars on high

Pulsars emitting silent sighs

I hear breathing, soft breezes blowing

Our souls are all knowing

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For dVerse Poets – Quadrille Poetry # 33 –  Poem in 44 words – Sounds – https://dversepoets.com/2017/05/22/sound-off-dverse-quadrille-33/

Thanks for hosting, Victoria!

(photo by Skeezer at Pixabay)

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CEE’S SHARE YOUR WORLD

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CEE’S SHARE YOUR WORLD

Share Your World – May 22, 2017

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Time for another set of questions from Cee, and answers from me! Join in the fun, and see other entries, by clicking the above link. 🙂

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What one thing have you not done that you really want to do? 

I’ve been lucky enough to have done pretty much whatever I’ve wanted to do. Anything else I’ve wanted to do, but haven’t, is just because I’m not motivated enough or have the skills, to learn how to do it, or stick with it long enough. I jump from one thing to another, never getting anything finished.

How often do you get a haircut?

Almost never. I trim the top and bangs myself once in awhile. It’s been many years since I had it cut at a shop.

In regards to puzzle what’s your choice: jigsaw, crossword, word search or numeric puzzles?

I like all kinds of these except any numbers ones. Numbers and I don’t get along. Right now I’m into doing the jigsaw puzzles. I seem to get onto one kind, and do that for a long time, then go to another kind. Many crosswords have been done, as have word search. All kinds of ‘pencil puzzles’ are fun.

How many cities have you lived? You can share the number of physical residences and/or the number of cities.

Well, I was having to write them all down, and here’s what I remember from all the years:

  • Lubbock TX – 6 addresses
  • Lawton  OK – 4
  • Clarksville TX – 2
  • Paris TX – 1
  • Greenville TX – 1
  • Beeville TX – 1
  • Sinton TX – 1
  • Ft. Hood TX – 1
  • Levelland TX – 2
  • Junction City KS – 1
  • Sagamihara Japan – 3
  • Furth/Nuremburg Germany – 1

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52 WEEKS PHOTO CHALLENGE – FROM ABOVE

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52 WEEKS PHOTO CHALLENGE – FROM ABOVE

https://thegirlthatdreamsawake.wordpress.com/2017/05/21/52-weeks-photo-challenge-week-35-from-above/

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For this weeks challenge we were asked to find photos taken from above.

Here’s some I’ve taken:

Book marks

Book store lower floor, taken from upstairs

Night lights over Dallas TX, taken from plane, as we were coming into DFW airport

Airplane below, taken from a window

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 159

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 159

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

# 159

warning…adult content

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“The wind was blowing last night?” Ghost asked.

“Yeah, we heard this whistling noise coming from the back room. It must have been the wind,” Trevor said.

Ghost frowned. “In the back room? Oh, you mean that goose we got back in the storage room?”

“Huh?” Trevor had no idea what to say to that. Ghost talked in riddles you had to decipher most of the time.

“Yeah, that’s Spirit’s goose,” Ghost said. “You know, Spirit…our cat? He was hiding under the bed for a long time last night, but came out later and slept with us. He said the goose was loose, and wanted to play…but, then he went to sleep.”

Trevor was even more confused, at Ghost’s explanation. “Sure, sure…that was probably what we heard.”

Ghost narrowed his eyes, trying to get a read on Trevor’s thoughts. “Don’t pretend like you know what I’m talking about, Trevor.”

“Oh, hey…I’m not…I’m just confused.”

“I know you are…everybody is, except Steve…and even he is sometimes, too,” Ghost said. “Shit, even me…I don’t understand me either half the time.” He looked up at Trevor, and sighed. “I don’t mean to be crazy, Trevor. I never wanted to be, ya know. But, things don’t come out right, ’cause, well…’cause my head got busted open too many times, and things get messed up. I know lots of stuff, though. You said I wasn’t very smart to Zach one time…I heard you…but, I kinda am, just I can’t say it right. So, if I hurt your feelings ever, please don’t be mad at me,” he took a shuddery breath. “And, making me explain stuff helps me to get it out better. I say too many words, I write too many words, I sing too many words, but it’s just…it’s just…I have to.” He looked down, and cried.

Trevor was trying to think of something to say…to do, when Ghost motioned for him to come over to the swing, with him. Then, as he sat down beside Ghost, Ghost reached out his arms, hugging him tight.

“I just need a hug sometimes,” Ghost cried into Trevor’s shoulder, then raised his tear-stained face up, kissing Trevor on the mouth.

Trevor was stunned, but didn’t back away…he returned the kiss. This is not right, but I like it. Ghost is only the second person I’ve ever kissed, and it’s so different…

Ghost broke away from the kiss, first. “Sorry, I just need to be loved. Steve calls me a whore, ’cause I like sex and kissing, and I know I shouldn’t, but I’ve done it with all kinds of people…whoever will let me. So, just tell me to quit, and I will,” Ghost said, looking into Trevor’s eyes.

“I know before, I said mean things to you, to leave me alone…but, I was trying to not like you. But, I think I do, now…we’re a lot alike…we crave it.”

Trevor searched Ghost’s eyes, and nodded. “Yes, we are a lot alike, Ghost. I’m infatuated with you, but I’m committed to Zach…so, thanks for giving me love. I need it so, so much, too.” He brushed Ghost’s hair back. “But, this is all, ok?”

Ghost nodded and smiled. They continued to sit on the swing, wrapped in their blankets. Soon, Zach came out and joined them. He felt that Trevor and Ghost had come to an understanding, this morning. He didn’t have to ask, as he looked at the two of them.

They could hear Steve, out in the kitchen, getting his coffee. Then, the screen door squeaked, as he came out onto the porch, with Spirit bounding out, too. He immediately could feel that a silent truce had been made between Ghost and Trevor. As he leaned against the porch railing, looking at them, he knew. Neither one would meet his eyes. He could see Ghost’s eyes were still wet from his tears, and both of their lips were reddened. He sighed, and looked away.

It hurt him to know that Ghost always needed more…more than even he could give him at times. But, he’d learned to accept it. This is how Ghost was, and he would take him however he could…no more questions or accusations, ever.

He looked back over at Ghost, knowing he’d heard his thoughts. “Hey, you…good morning,” he said, and smiled.

Ghost’s bottom lip quivered, but he got control, and smiled back at Steve. “Hey, yourself.”

“You need a warm up on that coffee, I think…let’s go in,” Steve said. He reached out his hand to help Ghost up, and they went inside the house.

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Zach was looking at Trevor. He didn’t want to say anything, but it was making him feel weird, to know that Trevor and Ghost had kissed. He cleared his throat. Before he could speak, though, Trevor said, “It didn’t mean anything.”

Zach closed his eyes. “But, why? Trev, I give you all of me, and…it seems like it’s not enough sometimes. I don’t know what else to do.”

“I don’t know, Zach. Just…I let Ghost kiss me…I didn’t stop him. I just needed to find out what it was like…to kiss someone else, and so I did.”

Trevor could feel his heart pounding. He didn’t want to hurt Zach, didn’t want this to turn out badly.

“And…” Zach asked, “did you find out something?”

Trevor nodded. “Yeah, I did, Zach. It was different…nice, but different. I found out that Ghost means no harm. He needs to be loved, just like me.” He paused a moment, gathering his thoughts. “I had a nightmare of a childhood, and you know all of it. Ghost has had some really bad shit happen to him, too. He didn’t say what, but it must have been horrible. We were just showing that we cared about each other…in a way that maybe others…you and Steve can never really know. That’s all. And, I found out that really is all. I don’t have anywhere near the kind of love for him that we have, Zach. It’s totally different. Can you understand?” Trevor watched Zach’s face to see his reaction.

Zach raised his shoulders, looking intently at Trevor. “In a weird way I do, Trevor. I know there are different kinds of love, and I get it. It just surprised me, that’s all. I’m not mad at you…or Ghost.” He sighed. “I used to be with anyone who’d have me…and I never once felt love…not from any of them, and not from me to them either…not until I met you. You’re the only one I ever let get into my heart, Trevor. That’s never going to change.”

Zach went to sit on the swing with Trevor. They kissed, and Trevor knew this was the real thing, right here, no doubts at all.

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Steve had led Ghost inside, and into the bedroom. Closing the door, he looked at Ghost, his eyes softening, as he smiled. Neither had to say a word. Their need for each other was like a charge of electricity pulsing in waves around them. Reaching out, they tore at their clothes, as they fell onto the bed. This time, there was no holding back the lust and love for one another. Breathing hard, and fast, they were not quiet, letting their passion out in words of love. Not caring who heard them, they were in their own world of pleasure.

Zach and Trevor could hear it all, as they sat there in the swing. They both envisioned what was happening, remembering their own past night. They would not feel or show any embarrassment for themselves, or for Steve and Ghost, as they realized they all needed love, and were secure in the knowledge of their love for each other, as was Ghost and Steve, in theirs.

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Next part coming soon!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

© 2017 BS

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This is a work of “fan fiction” based on the novel, “Lost Souls” by Poppy Z. Brite. All credit for the original characters, places, and some backstory mentions, belong to Ms. Brite and her publishing affiliates. Only newly introduced characters, places, and original elements of this story are entirely from my imagination. Character descriptions are a blend of the original book descriptions and my interpretation of them.

All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative liscense is taken in including them in this story.

No harm is intended toward author, muscians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblence.

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The content herein is rated by me as being at the high end of MA (Mature Audience). It includes strong language, violence, sexual themes, including same sex pairings, religious themes, and fantasy horror.

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CEE’S ODD-BALL PHOTO CHALLENGE 5/21/17

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Cee’s Odd Ball Photo Challenge: May 21, 2017

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Cee’s Odd-Ball Photo Challenge is lots of fun! We find any sort of photo we’ve taken, that seems a bit odd for a photo. To join in, and see other entries, just click the above link.  🙂

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We saw these bubble ball looking things in a park we were driving by. I don’t know what they are called, but kids get in them and roll around. Looks like fun. There were about a dozen of them getting aired up, and ready to play with. That’s me in the mirror, taking the photo.

Out on my cousin’s farm yesterday, he had this metal structure. It’s like a dome. Not sure what it is, but he found it somewhere, and was planning to make a green-house out of it.

Bop! That’s what my grand-daughter calls me. Looks like someone put my ‘grand-ma’ name on their refrigerator. How cool is that? 🙂

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ONE WORD PHOTO CHALLENGE – FOX & WEEKLY WEATHER – DRY

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ONE WORD PHOTO CHALLENGE – FOX & WEEKLY WEATHER – DRY

This Week’s Challenges: May 21 – 27 (OWPC & WW)

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The challenges this week are asking for something to represent the word ‘fox’, and the word ‘dry’.

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For dry, I have a photo I took at Monahans State Park in TX. There are wonderful huge white sand dunes. There is no beach/water anywhere around. When we were there, it was a very hot day, and the sand was soft and scorching hot!

Also, I have a photo of a couple of my tops/shirts drying on the outdoor clothesline.

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For the word ‘fox’, I could only find a couple of them on two different tote bags I have. They are cute! 🙂

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