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wolfish-nightmares · 2 months

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Canis Lupus

Parings: will graham x victim!reader

Era: Season 1

Warnings: gore, violence, bad language, cannibalism, 18+

Category: Fluff. Angst.

Word Count: 3.4k

Summary: When the FBI discovers an underground fighting ring, it's far beyond anything they ever expected and Will befriends a rather unusual victim.

A Violent Dog Masterlist

The body they found was mangled and shredded. It was obvious a dump too, the body had literally been thrown away in a bag. The most confusing thing about the body was that the wounds looked like they had been caused by an animal.

“So if it was an animal attack why ditch the body? Why not just call 9-1-1?”

“Because it wasn't an animal attack,” Jimmy pointed to bite marks. “We tested the saliva around the bites and the DNA is human.”

Jack frowned as they showed him the paper. It was obviously human DNA but the brutalization and marking on the body looked so animalistic.

“We think they had their teeth filed,” Brian chimed in.

Jack didn't say anything, instead he just left. He was on his way to Will so the others just continued on gathering and processing evidence. When Jack left like that, everyone knew where he was going.

You snarled and barked at the dummy in front of you. The owners said that people were complaining on the last live stream, they wanted you to be more violent. Through the years the views have requested more carnage but these past few months it seemed like their desire for blood was insatiable. Usually you'd only have to fight three or four days out of the week but the owners have been having you fight nearly everyday. Your body ached at the thought.

“Wolf! Come get your bandage changed!”

Quickly you left the training room and went to the medical room. While the viewers wanted violence from you they also wanted to see your own pain. If you leave the fight with no wounds you are punished afterwards. And if the viewers enjoyed the fights, they craved the punishments. Mr. Owner gestured to the table and you laid down as he gathered his supplies.

“Latest stream got nearly 900,000 views. You've gotten popular Wolf,” he peeled off your bandages and checked the stitching. “You popped a few stitches so we'll get that fixed. I'll also need you to help with Lion’s punishment. She did poorly in her fight last night, the viewers were extremely upset.”

You shivered at the thought but simply nodded. Anytime the owners requested your assistance in a punishment that meant one less fighter. You clenched your teeth as he began to fix the stitches and tried your best not to think about it.

“Alright, two days off, we gotta save your energy for your birthday fight,” he grinned and patted your head. “This is the big one, ten years with us already. I knew you'd be our prized fighter.”

He wrapped fresh bandages and continued to check you over to make sure you were healing properly. When he deemed you fit, he sent you off back to the kennels.

“Hi honey,” Mrs. Owner greeted you when you got back to the kennels. “Your blanket was put in the kennel but because your views were so high we decided to give you a pillow too.”

“Bitch.”

You stiffened at the sound of Bear's annoyed grunt. The happy look on Mrs. Owner's face twisted into her usual malicious look. She stood and you flinched as her chair fell back. She pointed to your kennel and you darted to the door. You could feel the anger radiating from her as she unlocked the door and let you in.

Just as she said a dingy yellow pillow and your blanket were laid out on the concrete. She locked you back up and walked off, most likely to punish Bear. He was newer, brought in only a month ago, and he fought back just like all the others. The biggest rule here was the only noise you were ever allowed to make was only that of your animal.

Because do lions, bears or wolves talk? No, so you shouldn't either.

The owners wanted complete silence and if you didn't comply willingly, they'd make you silent. You glanced over at Dog, he was one of the few who were silenced. Everyone in the kennels that night heard the way he gagged on his own blood as they cut out his tongue, his screams turned into gurgling. Silencing wasn't something that happened often but the look in Mrs. Owner's eyes told you that Bear was going to become another on that very short list.

You curled up in the corner and used your pillow to muffle the sounds. Screams and cries were the most normal sound here but sometimes they could get to you. Bear’s pleas and wails broke through the thin cotton barrier and you squeezed your eyes shut.

Eventually you were able to slip away to your safe place in your head and drift of to sleep as you lived in freedom in your dreams. There you lived in warmth and strength. Even in your dreams there was blood but it only felt like power, never pain.

When you opened your eyes again it was already dinner time. Mr. Owner dropped the bowl in front of you and you didn't even sit up. When he had finished putting out all the food you then began to eat. The dinner was warm, warm food was a luxury that had to be won in the ring. You scarfed it down, it was a bit watery than usual but that's usually what happened when they heated it up. Besides that you never really minded the food, you prefer it over nothing.

Since you were cleared for two days nobody disturbed you as they prepared for the night’s fights. Instead you curled up in your blanket and lived in your imagination. The screams of the fights seeped into your dreams but they were never your screams.

The next day you didn't get the same luxury, Mr. Owner wanted you to help him out in the medical room. You give Bear an apologetic look as Mr. Owner checked the stitching on his tongue. Bear returned your look with a glare of hatred.

Mr. Owner seemed to notice because he rubbed your arm in what seemed to be a comforting way. It kind of just made the hair on your neck stand up instead. He sent Bear off and you spent the rest of the evening cleaning and organizing the medical supplies.

It was true that out of all the animals in the kennels you were given the most freedom. Not like going outside or doing what you want freedom but they don't make you sit in the kennel all day. You were the only one that they allowed to help them with anything.

The whispers about your special treatment wasn't something you had no idea about. In fact, your first few years in the kennels, the others were cruel to you. Their anger always showed in the ring, the moment you were paired with another animal it was going to be a bloody fight.

“Come on Wolf, bed time.”

You slid the box of bandages back onto to the shelf and followed Mrs. Owner. This was your last night of peace, tomorrow you will be prepared and you will fight that night. It would be your special birthday fight and also the hardest.

“I think we found what we're looking for,” Beverly pulled up a website as she explained it to Jack and Will. “It's like a fighting ring with animals but they're all humans. Look.”

She played the video, the screen displayed the empty pool, the “ring”, with you and Bobcat standing at opposite ends. You snarled and barked from your end while he screamed and yowled. A loud whistle sounded and you both took off towards each other.

The team was shocked at the ferociousness of the fight. You and Bobcat ripped and tore at each other with your hands and teeth. Beverly paused the frame right as you were aiming for Bobcat's throat. Your face was smeared in blood and when she zoomed in they could see how your teeth were sharpened. Beverly played the video again and they watched as you bit into his throat and ripped your head back, tearing his throat open. You didn't spit out the hunk of flesh you had in your mouth, instead you ate it like a starved animal as he bled out.

“This is Wolf,” she pointed to you. “The ring’s most popular fighter and they've been fighting since they were eight years old.”

She switched the video to another, the quality of this one was a bit more granier but there you were standing in the pool, much smaller than before. You looked much more scared than the first video. Another person was standing in the middle, chained to the drain with a knife in their hand.

“This ring doesn't just make the “animals” fight themselves, they also fight other humans who they seem to just pull off the street,” Jimmy pitched in.

“It's kind of like bait dogs that get used in dog fights except these are people and they have knives,” Beverly added.

The video continued and you were far less confident than before. You bit the girl's arm and she screamed as she wildly waved the knife. It caught you in the face and you let out a bloodcurdling scream as it sliced across your face, leaving a large diagonal gash.

Will’s heart squeezed as they watched you desperately attempt to do something but the amount of blood left you blinded and stumbling around. The woman however saw this as a time to save herself and began to stab at you. She continued to swing that knife at you and cut open even more of your skin. You screamed so loud the sound cut in and out.

“Okay we can stop,” Jack’s voice cut through your howls of pain. “I've seen enough.”

Beverly cut the video, “That continues for about half an hour, with way more blood but eventually Wolf does kill the woman. This started Wolf's fame on the ring. They're the most popular of all the fighters and that's because of how bloody their fights usually get.”

She pulled up screenshots of the comments praising you for the way you fight, even some sickeningly demanding more blood and wounds on you as punishment for not being cruel enough. She then cut to another screenshot of a fight this time it wasn't a random person in the pool but the victim lying in their morgue.

“This fight was streamed three days ago and here is our victim. This whole place is being run by a couple whose screen name is just "Owners," they're never shown on camera."

“So have we figured out how to find this place,” Jack asked. “And how often do they do these fights?”

This time Brian stepped in, “We found trace evidence on the body and we think we have a good idea of where this place is. Fights are streamed nightly.”

He passed Jack aerial pictures of an abandoned indoor pool. Jack just just pulled out his phone and began dialing. He called a S.W.A.T. team and instructed the others to get ready to move. They had to stop the ring tonight.

Your belly was full, so full it hurt, something that hasn't happened since you first got there. The owners had surprised you with a cake. They threw the entire thing onto the floor of your kennel then stood and watched to make sure they ate the entire thing, even making sure you licked up all the icing. You didn't mind at all, the sugary sweetness was by far the best thing you've ever tasted.

Cake was not something the owners ever gave. So of course you didn't miss the pissed looks the others threw your way as you ate the cake. Dog on the other hand give you a look of pity. Out of all the animals, you and Dog had been there the longest. He knew the dark side of your special treatment.

“Alright, let's get you ready for your fight.” Mr. Owner gave you a sick grin as he crouched down to gently stroke your face. Something in his expression twisted and suddenly he gripped your throat. “This time you get to prove just how good of a fighter you truly are.”

He dragged you out, still holding you by your throat. They usually weren't this aggressive before the fights so you were completely shocked. You struggled to keep up with him but he didn't slow down. Instead he harshly slapped you across the face every time you stumbled.

You yelped when he suddenly shoved you into the empty pool, thankfully not in the deep end but the drop still knocked the wind out of you. He jumped down and snapped a collar around your throat as you fought to get air. Eventually once you were able to breathe evenly again you realized they had hooked you chain they used for the prey fights. Mrs. Owner threw a knife at your feet and you gave them a confused look. She said nothing and simply adjusted the camera.

Mr. Owner left for the kennels again and you wondered what they were doing. Your heart dropped as he walked back with Bear, Lion, and Dog following behind him. Bear gave you a sick grin and Lion shot you a sneer. Dog's shoulders racked with quiet sobs as he was led down the steps and you began to fight against the chain, howling for mercy.

“Today you will not only prove your loyalty but you will also be proving your true strength.”

The whistle sounded and Bear and Lion raced towards you. There was time for you to wonder why they had done this, if you didn't move, if you didn't fight, they would surely kill you in seconds. You scrambled to grab the knife as Lion tackled you. She dug her teeth into your shoulder as you stabbed her in the side. She screamed in pain and you swung the knife at her face. The blade sliced through her check, splitting the side of her face open. You pushed her off to stand up but Bear kicked you back down.

He grabbed your arm and twisted it, breaking the bones with a sickening snap. You screamed and bit into his shoulder. Once you had a good enough grip you ripped your head back, tearing the flesh away. He stumbled back with a scream but you didn't waste any time and lunged for his throat. If you didn't end this, he would.

The blood sprayed out and covered your face. For a moment you were blinded and Bear wildly swiped at you before he collapsed. You let out a low growl, wiped the blood out your eyes and turned back towards Lion. She was laying on the ground, still clutching her face. The blood pool around her body told you that she was already dead and Bear was getting there, his blood was beginning to seep towards your feet. All there was left was Dog. You spun to find him, you didn’t want to kill him but every animal in the kennel knew the rules. If you got put in a fight you fought, or you were simply put down. Dog never broke that rule and neither did you.

A sharp pain broke through your back and Dog spun you around to pull you into a hug. The knife that had been once discarded was now buried in your back. You looked up and noticed that he turned so you faced the camera, giving the audience a perfect view of you. He held you close to him, gently humming as he rubbed your back, you screamed when he suddenly turned the knife and forced it in deeper. When he pulled the knife out, you kicked his leg and used the momentum of him falling to knock the knife out his hand and spin him around so the back of his head was against your stomach. He clawed at your arms and kicked as you grabbed his chin and put your broken hand on top of his head. You stared into the camera as you jerked his head back hard, snapping his neck. His body collapsed at your feet but you never took your eyes off the camera.

Just as the owners began to celebrate the sound of breaking glass interrupted them and smoke began to fill the room. You gagged and choked as the smoke reached your nose. Fear replaced the anger and you fought to get out of the collar. The smoke became thick and you couldn't breathe properly. The room began to spin as you clawed at your throat and you collapsed to the ground. You fought to keep your eyes open until you couldn't anymore.

Will sat in the chair across from your bed. You had just gotten out of surgery, the fight had left a lot of deep wounds and a broken arm. The FBI had taken everyone in and was able to reach out to all the families of the victims who had been reported missing. Most of everyone who was in the kennel got to go back to their families.

You on the other hand had no living family that they could track down. Nobody was there to claim you, shout your real name and pull you into a hug. Will was sad for you knowing that with no family and you no longer being a minor, you'd probably end up in a homeless shelter or a halfway house.

Sitting there he could see the full extent of the past fights. The most noticeable scar was the one that cut from the middle of your left eyebrow, down diagonal across your nose and ended at your chin. The video flashed through his mind and for a moment his ears were ringing with your screams. The nurse came in to check your vitals again, pulling Will away from his thoughts. She was only there for a moment before rushing off.

He noticed the way your eyes began to twitch and scooted his chair closer to your bed. It took awhile but eventually you opened your eyes. You looked around the room in confusion and when you finally noticed him, he smiled.

“Hi, Wolf?”

You nodded and tried to sit up but he stopped you. There was something hard and bulky on your arm. The burning in your eyes was still there but it wasn't as bad. The tube in your other arm was uncomfortable but when you tried to pull it out he stopped you again.

“You're in the hospital,” he placed his hand over yours and you looked back up at him. “The people running the ring confessed to everything. You won't be in any trouble.”

Despite that being good news, it really meant that you lost everything. The only thing you had now was this hospital gown and the streets, if they even let you keep the gown. You sighed and turned your head away from him. He probably didn't even understand.

“I know you don't have any place to go. I'm sorry but I'll see what we can do.”

You didn't say anything and continued to look away from him. After a while he rubbed your shoulder and left the room. No more kennel meant no more anything so you decided your only option now was to sleep.

Apparently his idea of seeing what he can do was letting you stay with him. You gave him a confused face when he came to tell you his idea. For a moment Will was frozen as the image of Winston came to mind as you tilted your head in confusion. He realized he really couldn’t leave you to the state’s hand. With no better options you agreed and he promised helped you get let go from the hospital.

The hospital had some donated clothes that they provided you with and Will left to give you time to change. There were a few clothes you didn't understand and the nurse had to explain to you how underwear and socks worked. In the kennel everyone wore shorts and a shirt, nothing else and you only got new ones when your old ones got too cut up to wear.

"Do you understand?"

You nodded and she left so you could get dressed. Everything felt odd on your body but you finished dressing and sat in the room for Will. There were lots of commotion in the hall at some point but you just stayed put on the bed. It seemed like forever but Will did come back.

"Sorry I took so long, your discharge papers are ready," he held the door open for you and you left the room without a second thought.

You had to sign something and when they sat the paper down you looked over to Will for help. Not only did you not know how to write, you didn't know how to read either. And all this "hospital" stuff was confusing you.

He seemed to understand and asked the nurses for a plain paper, “We did find your real name would you-”

You shook your head before he could finish, you didn't want another name. Wolf was your name. He nodded and wrote something down on the paper.

“You’ll need a last name too. You could use your-”

Again you cut him off with another shake of your head. That wasn't your name. You pointed to him and he gave you a confused look. Again you pointed to him then tapped the paper.

“You want my last name,” you nearly laughed at the shocked look on his face but you just shrugged. You had no better ideas and you didn't understand why this last name thing was so important. He grinned and shook his head before writing something down on the paper. “This is how you spell Wolf and this is my last name Graham.”

He let you practice how to write it and explained that he'd be willing to help you learn how to read. You nodded your head as you concentrated on how to draw the letters the same way. Eventually it looked good enough and you signed the paper. Will smiled and handed the paper over to the nurse.

“There, Wolf Graham.”

#nbc hannibal #will graham x reader #will graham #a violent dog

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fancyfeathers · 3 months

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A Star Filled Sky (Yandere Dottore) (Normalized Yandere AU)

Part two to this post

”What would you do if we weren’t, ya know, on the run?”

“huh?”

“You heard me.”

The question from your friend caught you off guard, you never really thought of that. Life had been this way for you two for… six years? You think. It had been so long since you life even resembled normal if it ever did. What would you do if you were not being hunted down by the Fatui, by Dottore…

You hummed in thought, your eyes looking up at the starry sky above you as you laid on your sleeping bag, flat on your back.

“I think I would like to start my own herbalists shop, an apothecary. Maybe settle down in Sumeru city, or Liyue Harbor. You?”

“Go back home to Snezhnaya, see my friends again. Maybe even go to school and become a teacher.”

You hummed at your friend’s response. You two laid in silence for a long moment, just enjoying the night air. Ah yes, your friend the hunter, a former soldier of the Fatui, he was not a fighter at heart. Before he was forced to join the Fatui by his family he was wanting to study the arts and perhaps even linguistics and literature. That all changed when he was enlisted into the Fatui and changed even more when he ran from them.

Things have been getting more tense lately, to many close calls, just slipping out of fights with Fatui agents, having to look over your shoulder to many times to make sure no one was following you. You did not dare to sleep without your weapons near and most nights now you slept in shifts, but now neither of you could sleep this night, so you talked just waiting for the other to pass out from exhaustion.

“How much longer do you think we’ll live like this?” Your friend’s voice broke the silence. You did not know the answer which is something you do not like to admit.

“Till we die? Or maybe until we just have no energy to go on.”

“But what if they get to us first-“

“That won’t happen.” You answered, cutting him off. You would rather die than let yourself to fall back into his grasp. “I won’t let it happen.”

“Well (Name), we can only hope.” There was a long moment of silence before you heard a yawn from your friend and the should have rustling fabric as he rolled onto his side. “I’m going to sleep. Wake me up when it’s my shift.”

Now in the dead silence you were left alone with your thoughts and the stars. You were becoming more scared with your thoughts every day, it felt like they were growing darker, more desperate. You did not feel like you anymore…

You tried to distract yourself from your thoughts by connecting the stars into their constellations. Leptailurus Cervarius, Vulpes Zerda, Lupus Aureus, Paradisaea-

SNAP

You shot up as you heard the snapping of a branch, it sounded like it was a good amount away from the hiding spot you made for yourselves in the trees. Cautiously you grabbed your spell book, that resting at your side. Slowly you got up, climbing down from the hidden campsite in the trees that you temporarily called home. You stepped forward through the forest, with each step you did your best to walk on the moss or grass to cover your footfalls. You patrolled the forests for a long while before you finally settled that it was probably a wild animal. You sighed with a breath of relief and turned to go back to the camp, your biggest mistake…

A blood curdling scream ripped through your lungs as you felt a surge of electro energy strike you in the back, between your shoulders. You fell to your knees, hissing in pain. You looks over your shoulder to see one of those damned Fatui mages approaching you. You bolted to stand up and try to run, only to run yourself into another Fatui agent…

Fuck…

This was an ambush…

“I know you.” You hear the mage say as she approached you before she grabbed you by your chin, making you look at her. “You’re that girl who Lord Dottore is looking for. But I thought you had the darling of Capitano with you, a guard dog-“

“Don’t call him that.”

“Or what? You’ll attack me? You couldn’t even harm a fly.” She cackles at you and you can feel the electro sparks from her, making you wince. “I’m sure the Lord Harbinger would be so pleased if I brought you to him, imagine what I could get. So be a good little girl and come along without a fight, or fight, I don’t care, I’m sure the Doctor will patch you up once I give you to him.”

#yandere genshin x you #yandere genshin #yandere genshin imagines #yandere genshin x reader #yandere genshin impact #yandere dottore #yandere dottore x reader #dottore x reader

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ghostsawakenedmythoughts · 11 days

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Okay so this is my first time posting something and hoping to reach @taylorswift @taylornation

If you are a swiftie, please reblog, if you are not, please reblog.

I’m going with my little sister to the n1 paris of the eras tour and I am trying my luck for the 22 hat.

I have been a French swiftie since Speak Now and I never was able to go to her concert because of my health. A few weeks ago I was still on the verge of dying but I crawled out of the situation like I always do. But this is my one chance to do something with my little sister. I raised her with Taylor. I am suppose to have a liver transplant by the end of the year but my chances of making it are not high. I have multiple conditions (Lupus, Crohn and Cholangitis Sclerosis) and I want to make this memory with my sister something more than special : something she will remember if I were to pass away.

I’m begging you to tag the Taylor team, to reblog this as much as you can.

I would do anything for this.

Thank you so much for even reading this 🙏

Signed,

A dragon fighter ❤️ (Louisiane)

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wordsandrobots · 10 days

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Hehehe, I'm just really curious! Because in all of my fandom existence, I've never ever met somebody as prolific and consistent as you are. A lot of the things you'd like to see are already on my list. EDIT because it posted too soon!!! Anyway, I figure this is a good opportunity to ask for some refs about things I've been having issues figuring out. That is: Shino and Yamagi's pilot suit designs, some more specs on Ryuseigo the 5th, like which parts am I supposed to reference, cause I'll be damned if I don't draw that thing. I'm guessing Shino's Goibniu team rides in standard issues Gjallarhorn pilot suits. Also Sri's skin tone comes to mind. There are other things, I guess I'll just pester you for refs as things come up o/

@lilenui Pulling out my reply so you don't have to scroll past the whole ask-answer-reblog chain to get all this! (I am extremely flattered to hear that you think I'm prolific. That'll probably happen when a story idea consumes my brain's every waking moment for a couple of years!)

OK. Shino and Yamagi get the same type of pilot-suit that Tekkadan used (or very similar), but with the orange swapped for blue and the grey replaced by dark navy, in line with the standard Teiwaz mobile suit colours. Like before, the inner skin/wetsuit thingy worn outside of the full spacesuit matches the under-colour, so dark navy (never could figure if that was actually meant to be the under-layer of those suits).

The Goibniu test pilots wear standard Gjallarhorn pilot-gear in flat black with red trim when active in the field, yeah, but during testing they wore simpler flight-suits, more akin to modern day fighter pilots' jumpsuits, normally in grey, though obviously Shino's was magenta. I pictured those as being intended for lighter duties, meant to be much less of a faff to deal with when you're coming in and out of a cockpit and maybe just spending ages on stand-by. (Plus it visually distinguishes them from standard Gjallarhorn troops, and the discarding of that represents the reality of what they are ensuing.)

I've said before that Sri is explicitly of Indonesian descent, by which I meant Javanese specifically, and she has 'pale' skin. That most likely means she's going to be more golden-toned than Eugene or Shino are depicted, she's just less weather-beaten than they are by dint of her history (something of a parallel to Yamagi, there).

(Eugene was being uncharacteristically un-clinical in that moment of description because he was having a hubba-hubba moment. He did continue to labour under the impression she was Doc Chaifin's biological daughter after that, though, and I describe the doctor as having 'weathered golden skin', so...)

As for the Ryusei-Go the Fifth. Well. Here's a quick sketch of my current thoughts on the matter, pending me getting a move on with my Gundam frame/Flauros and derivatives blender model.

The torso is very similar to Flauros but with an extended cockpit module for obvious reasons. The bracer pads on the arms are replaced with storage modules; basically fancy weapons racks. The backpack is some freakish combination of the guns and the Unicorn Gundam's fancy pop-open backpack. Actually, the new Buster Gundam has given me Ideas in that direction.

The waist is somewhere between Barbatos and Barbatos Lupus, while the legs take inspiration from a Hugo, only the reverse knees are optional and the lower legs work ala Kimaris. I will, eventually, be able to produce an actual CGI model of all this, but I'm currently still struggling with the Graze!

(For completeness, the Flauri start out in unadorned greys, probably with a bit of hazard yellow thrown in, and are then repainted in Graze Ein black and red trim (think, everything yellow on Ryusei-Go 4 is red on the Flauri; I think the white bits are switched for grey. Ryusei-Go 5 meanwhile is magenta with purple highlights [that's indicative of Yamagi's influence since the theming is Yamagi = water = blues, Shino = fire = redder colours] and black trim. There is probably some gold and white in there too but I haven't figured that out yet.)

I shall now proceed to vibrate in anticipation of what you're cooking up (I mean, just in general, your art is always utterly lovely!). Please pester me for whatever references you like, or about any IBO stuff in general. :)

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