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What to use instead of 'said'

Normally:

• added • replied • answered • stated • announced • questioned • asked • mentioned • remarked

Loudly:

• cheered • shouted • yelled • demanded • barked • blurted • growled • scolded •snorted

Softly:

• muttered • murmured • mumbled • uttered • stuttered • hissed • moaned • mouthed

Emotionally:

• begged • cried • confessed • complained • promised • pleaded

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The Stapler

John hated stapling. It was the most mind-numbing part of his data entry job at Billington and Sons Paperclip Emporium. Thousands of invoices a day crossed his desk, each needing a single, solitary staple in the top left corner.

One particularly tedious Tuesday, John slammed the stapler down with more force than usual. "There," he muttered, "one less invoice to staple." But a moment later, a cold dread washed over him. The stapler, still open and hungry for its next victim, seemed to pulsate in the dim office light.

The next morning, John arrived with a sense of foreboding. He approached his desk, bracing himself. There it was, the stapler. Not only was it back in its usual place, but a single sheet of paper lay beside it – a blank invoice. John fought a wave of nausea. He grabbed the invoice, stapled it with a shaking hand, and tossed it in the "completed" pile.

But the terror was far from over. Every morning, a new blank invoice materialized next to the stapler, a silent challenge. John tried everything to break the cycle: using a different stapler, leaving it disassembled overnight, even hiding it in another office. Yet, each morning, the stapler reappeared on his desk, accompanied by its mocking blank invoice.

The repetitive task became a horrifying ritual. John's sleep became plagued with nightmares of endless stacks of blank invoices and a monstrous stapler, its metallic jaws snapping at him. His colleagues began to notice his decline, his haggard look, and the nervous way he handled the stapler.

One desperate evening, John decided to take a drastic measure. He snuck into the office after hours, armed with a hammer. With a deep breath, he smashed the stapler repeatedly until it was a mangled mess of metal. He left the wreckage on his desk, a small, twisted victory against the office's relentless demands.

The next morning, John arrived, heart pounding. He cautiously approached his desk. There, in the center, sat a single, horrifying sight: a single staple, impossibly large and sharp, pulsating with a faint, malevolent glow. Scrawled beneath it on a scrap of paper, in a font that seemed to writhe and move: "See you tomorrow."

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The Pianist: A Tale Of Horror (Ch 4)

Émilie starts working in the castle. The first few nights, she couldn't sleep. The sounds of the old castle are strange to her city ears. One night, she is lying in her bed, the regular ticking of an old clock rocks her and she begins to fall asleep. She closes her eyes and rolls onto her side. Suddenly, she feels a hot breath on her face, then the jaw of a beast snaps shut in front of her mouth with a crack. Emilie jumps, she runs to turn on the light and looks at her empty bed. Maybe she had dreamed. She is not used to sleeping alone and her nerves are on edge every night.

During the day, it is Valentina who makes her forget his fears. Émilie adores the little girl. Far from being a spoiled child, Valentina turns out to be an excellent student. She speaks perfect Romanian as well as French, since her mother was of Romanian origin. One day, Valentina asks her if Lisa is okay. Émilie is surprised to know that the little girl knows Lisa. She tells her that if her father agrees, they could see her. Valentina, with her restraint that contrasts with her age, goes to put herself in the arms of Émilie who hugs and kisses her.

When she is not with Valentina, Émilie loves walking around the huge castle which looks like a museum. She looks at old paintings, old Baroque furniture and antiques of all kinds. One morning, as she leaves her room, she hears a piano tune. It's definitely him! Her heart flutters and she smiles. She feels alive again. She quickly goes down to the music room where the piano is. She opens the door and sees Vincent, playing a happy tune. Vincent stops playing and exclaims: "Émilie!". He goes to greet her without hiding his joy at seeing her again. She announces him that she is now working in the castle and the young man's big black eyes sparkle with joy. He tells her that he is going to give her a welcome gift. He asks her to sit down and close her eyes. He begins to play a touching and tormented Beethoven sonata. Vincent asks her what she sees. Émilie sees herself on a cliff, she watches a storm in the sea. The wind is blowing hard, the clouds are racing in the sky. They are getting darker. Thunder rumbles and lightning strikes the sea in the distance. A torrent of rain falls. The music softens, the sonata ends and Émilie opens wide dazzled eyes. Vincent asks her what she felt and she replies that she felt fear but also fascination. Vincent tells her that this is called the "sublime". It is the beauty of power that frightens and at the same time irresistibly attracts. When she leaves the music room, Émilie discovers with surprise that it is now dark and everyone is asleep. She looks at the time in a clock and sees that it is now 4am. How could she have spent all this time with Vincent without realizing it? She returns to the music room to tell Vincent but she is surprised to find it now empty and plunged into darkness.

For days, Émilie and Vincent meet as often as they can in the music room and chat there for hours. One day, she notices that one of the paintings in the music room is covered by a sheet. She gets up and goes to reveal it. She discovers the portrait of a pretty young woman dressed in an outfit from the 1920s. Vincent tells her that it is Mr. Costine's great-grandmother. Below the painting a label indicates that her name was Henriette Costine and that she died in 1975. Émilie has the impression of having seen this lady before. Vincent tells her that she may have already seen another portrait of her in another room, but Émilie realizes that she was not the same age. Suddenly, Emilie remembers. This woman is just the old lady who chased her out of the castle on the night of the party. She hesitates, then gives up telling Vincent, who hastens to cover the painting again. She tells herself that it has to be a woman who looked like her because she is from the same family. Otherwise what would it be? a ghost?

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The Pianist: A Tale Of Horror (Ch.3)

The next morning, Émilie has made her decision. She confesses to Lisa that she's going to give up her job at the school. She no longer wants to have to go out in town and risk running into Nicolas or any of their acquaintances. Lisa tells her that she might as well go to the interview at Théodore Costine's castle. Émilie goes to the castle secretly hoping to meet the mysterious pianist again. She's welcomed by Nadia, who is as elegant as ever, but this time in a white suit. She's behind a magnificent white and gilded desk. Only her black eyes, her black hair tied in a bun, and the black stone of her pendant stand out from the luminous whiteness of the room. She informs Émilie that Mr. Costine is abroad, and she will be conducting the interview. It seems that she has already done some research on Émilie. She's convinced that Émilie is the right person for the job. Émilie asks to see Valentina, and a housemaid brings her a lovely seven-year-old girl with dark hair and black eyes. Nadia explains that there is, however, a rule to be followed in the job. She immediately reassures Émilie, saying that all she needs to do is be discreet. "See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil," says Nadia, pointing to three Chinese statues on the desk. They represent the three famous monkeys: one covers its eyes, the second its ears, and the third its mouth. Nadia and Émilie shake hands. Upon closer inspection, Émilie discovers that the black stone in Nadia's pendant is actually a tiny vial. Nadia notices her surprise and tells her that the pendant is from Romania and is a memento from a past lover. Afterward, Nadia takes Émilie on a tour of the castle. She introduces her to the household staff: the head chef, the gardener, the chauffeur, and finally the two live-in maids: Marie and Karine. Marie is a delicate young girl barely twenty years old, with chestnut hair and rosy cheeks like a baby's. She whispers while squeezing Émilie's hand, "You're so beautiful." As they're about to leave, the gardener asks Émilie to wait while he secures the three female dogs. She watches through the window as he struggles to control the three fierce Dobermans by their leashes. He then returns to escort her to the garden gate, mentioning that one of the three dogs is blind and another is mute, but they're all dangerous. On the way back, Émilie feels something on her palm. She looks and is surprised to find a strange burn mark that resembles the letter "S." Yet, she doesn't remember burning herself while cooking. Another memory gap caused by the depression she had been plunged into since her breakup with Nicolas.

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The Pianist: A Tale Of Horror (Ch. 2)

On the agreed evening, the two friends meet in the illuminated enormous garden for the occasion. They approach the party from which classical music is emanating. Long buffet tables are set up. Women in colorful dresses and men in evening suits stroll through the garden, chatting with glasses in hand. Household employees in uniforms offer trays of appetizers and drinks. One of the employees approaches Lisa and whispers something in her ear. She listens to her attentively and thanks her. Suddenly, a very elegant lady in a red dress calls for Lisa. She walks away in her company, leaving Émilie alone.

She doesn't really feel like she belongs in the midst of all these wealthy people. She looks around, feeling uneasy. She sees men casting admiring glances at her and ladies discreetly looking at her little discounted dress. Émilie takes a glass and walks among groups of guests who are conversing. Suddenly, she hears a different tune, seeming to come from somewhere else. She walks slowly toward the beautiful music that soothes her anger and frustration as she approaches. She finds herself walking towards the white castle that stands out against the dark forest behind it like a fairy tale castle. She's surprised at the speed and confidence of her own steps. Arriving in front of the massive white door, she now clearly hears the magnificent melody coming from inside. She effortlessly opens the door and finds herself in a huge vestibule drowned in darkness. Suddenly, light escapes from a partially open door from which the music seems to emanate, now very distinct. Émilie heads towards the light and enters a room with a black and white checkered marble floor. The tall windows are covered with long white tulle curtains, all drawn. In the middle of the room, a grand white piano stands, and behind it, Émilie finally sees the pianist. He's a tall man in his mid-thirties, with long brown hair and features that range from regular to stern. He furrows his black brows in the rising emotion of the music. He lifts his eyes and gazes at Émilie for a moment while continuing to play this Beethoven sonata that rages before coming to an end. When the music stops, Émilie catches her breath for a second and then applauds. A smile illuminates the pianist's face. She apologizes for disturbing him, but he seems pleased with her intrusion. Vincent turns out to be the music teacher of little Valentina, the daughter of the master of the house, Théodore Costine. He admits to feeling somewhat uncomfortable in the high society parties organized in the castle. She confesses that she also doesn't feel comfortable at these kinds of parties but that she's there to escape from her life that has become a hell. Émilie is surprised by how easily she confides in this stranger. She felt a strong urge to do so. She tells him about Nicolas' betrayal and how she suddenly finds herself with no idea of what she wants from life. For his part, Vincent admits to being a solitary being and that his closest friend is his student Valentina. Despite being a wonderful pianist, he believes he's destined to live in the shadow as an artist.

The two young people get along very well. They even seem to quickly become close. But suddenly, a woman's voice resonates in the castle. She calls Émilie by her name. Émilie doesn't understand because no one knows her at this party except for Lisa. She leaves the room asking who it is. In the dark hall, she sees a slightly ajar door. The voice calls her again. It seems to come from behind that door. Émilie approaches the door and pushes it. Suddenly, she finds herself face to face with an old lady in a 1920s evening dress, her heavy diamond jewelry gleaming in the darkness. The old lady raises her index finger towards Émilie and shouts, 'Never come back again.' Émilie is terrified, rushes to the castle's entrance, and runs out. She awkwardly runs on the grass towards the party in her heels.

She hears a woman calling her again, she doesn't turn around, and suddenly, someone grabs her arm. She stumbles in fright, but it's only Lisa. She's still with the lady in the red dress. Lisa introduces her to her: her name is Nadia, and she's Mr. Costine's assistant. Nadia says that Mr. Théodore Costine needs a tutor for his five-year-old daughter, Valentina. She asks Émilie to come tomorrow if she's interested in the job.

Later, as they walk back together, Lisa encourages Émilie to take the job. She tells her it's an opportunity for her to get a well-paying new job and to live in this beautiful castle. She adds that it's still better than sleeping on her couch.

That night, Émilie dreams that she's again in Théodore Costine's castle and hears the same piano tune that Vincent was playing. She's in front of the music room. A tall man stands behind her, leans over her neck, and kisses her. She turns around, but it's dark, and she can't see his face. Suddenly, she hears a growl to her right, she turns her head and sees the same old lady who had chased her from the castle, but this time, she has long fangs protruding from her mouth. The flesh of her face decomposes and falls away, revealing the bones of her skull. The creature aggressively screams, aiming for Émilie, but no voice comes out of her frightening mouth. Émilie wakes up with a start. She realizes with relief that she's on Lisa's couch.

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The Pianist: A Tale Of Horror (CH01)

In 2022, in a small town in Eastern France, twenty-five-year-old Émilie works as an elementary school teacher in a kindergarten. She is a pretty blonde with blue eyes. Her golden curls brush her shoulders with every movement of her head. Émilie loves children and her new career as a teacher.

This morning, Émilie is in her classroom, where the children are building shapes with colored cubes. Little Gabriel calls her with great enthusiasm to show her his very tall tower of cubes. Émilie congratulates him. But at that moment, little Jade knocks over the tower of cubes, causing it to collapse immediately. Gabriel bursts into tears, and Émilie asks Jade why she did that. Jade doesn't respond, but she clings to the hand of Jules, a little boy who never leaves her side. Jules gives Émilie a defiant look, but before she can react, her phone vibrates on the desk, and Nicolas's photo appears. Émilie doesn't answer. She looks at Nicolas's face with a lot of bitterness.

Five years ago, Émilie was studying law in Paris and living with her parents, but when she met Nicolas, love changed the course of her life. Émilie was a shy young girl, paradoxically fascinated by daring people, especially boys. When she met Nicolas, he was a mechanic. She admired his profound freedom, especially when he shared it with her. At night, he would take her on long motorcycle rides through the city. He ran red lights and rode at dizzying speeds. He almost always had trouble with the police. With him, she did things she had never dared to think of: smoking joints, drinking beers in the street, making love in nightclub restrooms... Life with Nicolas was a constant risk-taking; he was the embodiment of danger, and perhaps that's why she fell madly in love with him.

In a short time, she left everything to follow him to a small town in the Loire Valley. She became a teacher and spent months renovating an old house with him, where they planned to live. Émilie dreamed of marriage, children, and happiness with her prince charming.

One day, she comes home and discovers that Nicolas has brought an eighteen-year-old girl. He introduces her to Émilie and announces that she will live with them in a sort of threesome. Émilie is stunned. She collapses. But far from apologizing, Nicolas is arrogant and aggressive. He proudly claims his infidelity and silences Émilie's cries with a slap that knocks her to the ground.

Following her abrupt breakup with Nicolas, Émilie moves in with Lisa, her best friend, a feisty brunette. She spends sleepless nights sinking into depression. She can't understand how he can send her messages of love while living with another woman. Every time she remembers leaving Paris, leaving her studies behind despite her parents' objections, she feels humiliated.

Émilie spends days on Lisa's couch watching TV and ruminating on what happened to her. She can't work or go out anymore. She feels consumed by shame. She loses her appetite and spends sleepless nights crying in silence. She considers returning to Paris, but she doesn't even dare to contact her mother to talk about her breakup with Nicolas.

One evening, Lisa has a surprise for Émilie: an invitation for two people to the garden party that will take place in the garden of Mr. Théodore Costine's castle, a billionaire from the region. Émilie agrees to go to please her friend, who insists. (to be continued)

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Uncover your character's hidden layers by exploring their contradictions

Just like real people, fictional characters are complex beings with conflicting desires, fears, and motivations. Delve into the dichotomies within your character—reveal the brave face that conceals vulnerability, the kind soul with a dark secret. Embrace the tension between their strengths and weaknesses. Readers connect with characters who feel genuine and multi-dimensional. So, let your characters surprise both you and your audience. Whether it's a hero with a flaw or a villain with a redeeming quality, the richness of contradiction adds depth, making your characters unforgettable and relatable.

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LES TROIS METAMORPHOSES

"Je vais vous dire trois métamorphoses de l’esprit : comment l’esprit devient chameau, comment le chameau devient lion, et comment enfin le lion devient enfant.

Il est maint fardeau pesant pour l’esprit, pour l’esprit patient et vigoureux en qui domine le respect : sa vigueur réclame le fardeau pesant, le plus pesant.

Qu’y a-t-il de pesant ? ainsi interroge l’esprit robuste ; et il s’agenouille comme le chameau et veut un bon chargement.

Qu’y a-t-il de plus pesant ! ainsi interroge l’esprit robuste, dites-le, ô héros, afin que je le charge sur moi et que ma force se réjouisse.

N’est-ce pas cela : s’humilier pour faire souffrir son orgueil ? Faire luire sa folie pour tourner en dérision sa sagesse ?

Ou bien est-ce cela : déserter une cause, au moment où elle célèbre sa victoire ? Monter sur de hautes montagnes pour tenter le tentateur ?

Ou bien est-ce cela : se nourrir des glands et de l’herbe de la connaissance, et souffrir la faim dans son âme, pour l’amour de la vérité ?

Ou bien est-ce cela : être malade et renvoyer les consolateurs, se lier d’amitié avec des sourds qui n’entendent jamais ce que tu veux ?

Ou bien est-ce cela : descendre dans l’eau sale si c’est l’eau de la vérité et ne point repousser les grenouilles visqueuses et les purulents crapauds ?

Ou bien est-ce cela : aimer qui nous méprise et tendre la main au fantôme lorsqu’il veut nous effrayer ?

L’esprit robuste charge sur lui tous ces fardeaux pesants : tel le chameau qui sitôt chargé se hâte vers le désert, ainsi lui se hâte vers son désert.

Mais au fond du désert le plus solitaire s’accomplit la seconde métamorphose : ici l’esprit devient lion, il veut conquérir la liberté et être maître de son propre désert.

Il cherche ici son dernier maître : il veut être l’ennemi de ce maître, comme il est l’ennemi de son dernier dieu ; il veut lutter pour la victoire avec le grand dragon.

Quel est le grand dragon que l’esprit ne veut plus appeler ni dieu ni maître ? « Tu dois », s’appelle le grand dragon. Mais l’esprit du lion dit : « Je veux. »

« Tu dois » le guette au bord du chemin, étincelant d’or sous sa carapace aux mille écailles, et sur chaque écaille brille en lettres dorées : « Tu dois ! »

Des valeurs de mille années brillent sur ces écailles et ainsi parle le plus puissant de tous les dragons : « Tout ce qui est valeur — brille sur moi. »

Tout ce qui est valeur a déjà été créé, et c’est moi qui représente toutes les valeurs créées. En vérité il ne doit plus y avoir de « Je veux » ! Ainsi parle le dragon.

Mes frères, pourquoi est-il besoin du lion de l’esprit ? La bête robuste qui s’abstient et qui est respectueuse ne suffit-elle pas ?

Créer des valeurs nouvelles — le lion même ne le peut pas encore : mais se rendre libre pour la création nouvelle — c’est ce que peut la puissance du lion.

Se faire libre, opposer une divine négation, même au devoir : telle, mes frères, est la tâche où il est besoin du lion.

Conquérir le droit de créer des valeurs nouvelles — c’est la plus terrible conquête pour un esprit patient et respectueux. En vérité, c’est là un acte féroce, pour lui, et le fait d’une bête de proie.

Il aimait jadis le « Tu dois » comme son bien le plus sacré : maintenant il lui faut trouver l’illusion et l’arbitraire, même dans ce bien le plus sacré, pour qu’il fasse, aux dépens de son amour, la conquête de la liberté : il faut un lion pour un pareil rapt.

Mais, dites-moi, mes frères, que peut faire l’enfant que le lion ne pouvait faire ? Pourquoi faut-il que le lion ravisseur devienne enfant ?

L’enfant est innocence et oubli, un renouveau et un jeu, une roue qui roule sur elle-même, un premier mouvement, une sainte affirmation.

Oui, pour le jeu divin de la création, ô mes frères, il faut une sainte affirmation : l’esprit veut maintenant sa propre volonté, celui qui a perdu le monde veut gagner son propre monde.

Je vous ai nommé trois métamorphoses de l’esprit : comment l’esprit devient chameau, comment l’esprit devient lion, et comment enfin le lion devient enfant. —

Ainsi parlait Zarathoustra. Et en ce temps-là il séjournait dans la ville qu’on appelle : la Vache multicolore."

Friedrich Nietzsche

Ainsi parlait Zarathoustra

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The Pianist: A Tale Of Horror - Chapter 10 (on Wattpad)

The last chapter of The Pianist has just been published. Discover it on Wattpad

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 In the haunting melody of The Pianist, an enigmatic journey of love, horror, and mystery awaits. Step into a world where passions clash and secrets lurk in the shadows, as Émilie's heart is drawn to Vincent, the brooding pianist and music instructor of the enchanting Valentina. Set against the backdrop of a chilling mansion, this contemporary saga delves into the depths of emotions that spark between Émilie and Vincent. Amidst the ethereal notes and moonlit trysts, a sinister undercurrent simmers, for within the heart of this romantic tale lies a web of enigma and danger woven by the enigmatic antagonist, Theodore Costine. As Émilie's feelings intensify for Vincent, the pianist's music weaves a seductive tapestry that lures her deeper into his enigmatic world. But lurking in the shadows is Theodore, a figure cloaked in mystery and malevolence, whose sinister presence threatens to shatter the fragile harmony. Indulge in this darkly romantic narrative, where every touch, every note, and every secret holds the power to change destinies forever. Every Sunday, a new chapter will unfold, weaving a tale of entwined destinies.

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The Pianist: A Tale Of Horror - Chapter9 (on Wattpad) You are one chapter away from the end of the horror.

 https://www.wattpad.com/1385047879-the-pianist-a-tale-of-horror-chapter9?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=Minerva528&wp_originator=sbmsENGdPpt5%2BHLhfYCG3CvH%2BIHNrnCVcp1owoqQCZtBu0daE4TJ0u%2FGgJ6MiByX1YxSZTJnioXEhGkoF9%2BMqRtBrml%2B7eqRBYLB%2BD9j2GPN9YK1owSmozkZTFNmVLMe In the haunting melody of "The Pianist," an enigmatic journey of love, horror, and mystery awaits. Step into a world where passions clash and secrets lurk in the shadows, as Émilie's heart is drawn to Vincent, the brooding pianist and music instructor of the enchanting Valentina. Set against the backdrop of a chilling mansion, this contemporary saga delves into the depths of emotions that spark between Émilie and Vincent. Amidst the ethereal notes and moonlit trysts, a sinister undercurrent simmers, for within the heart of this romantic tale lies a web of enigma and danger woven by the enigmatic antagonist, Theodore Costine. As Émilie's feelings intensify for Vincent, the pianist's music weaves a seductive tapestry that lures her deeper into his enigmatic world. But lurking in the shadows is Theodore, a figure cloaked in mystery and malevolence, whose sinister presence threatens to shatter the fragile harmony. Indulge in this darkly romantic narrative, where every touch, every note, and every secret holds the power to change destinies forever. Every Sunday, a new chapter will unfold, weaving a tale of entwined destinies.

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LA SONATE SANGLANTE

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En 1895, quelque part en Roumanie, une jeune femme, vêtue de noir et munie d’une pelle marche dans la forêt. Elle s’arrête devant une tombe sans croix. Sur la pierre tombale est inscrit le mot  “ Vrăjitorul” /vrə.ʒiˈtorul/, qui veut dire “sorcier” en roumain. La jeune femme creuse la tombe. Elle ouvre le cercueil, et descend s’allonger avec le mort en le prenant dans ses bras. Elle chuchote dans son oreille sourde: ”pardon mon amour, je suis en retard”, puis elle sort une petite fiole de sa poche et verse son contenu noir dans la bouche du mort. Elle sort du cercueil, s’agenouille à nouveau près de lui et attend. Au bout d'une heure, la chair du cadavre se recompose et commence à revivre, son visage asséché se redessine, et bien que son cœur ne se remette pas à battre, le mort ouvre des yeux  complètement blancs. La jeune fille hurle de joie. Elle pleure en implorant: “ mon amour, mon amour, lève-toi! On revient à la maison”. Lentement, le mort lui tend une main aux longs doigts et aux ongles crochus.

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