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ikarakie · 1 year

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eddie's impression of steve harrington only really begins to turn around not because of henderson's constant insistence that he's a really cool dude now, but because of his brief interactions with robin goddamn buckley.

he first realises that she's affiliated with him when she pokes her head into hellfire club one day. she asks henderson if he's seeing 'the dingus' tonight, and when henderson confirms that he's picking them up, she tosses a green vest at his face. asks him to give it to him, since he's working an opening shift and left it at hers. eddie only realises later that she was talking about harrington, and the implication that he'd stayed overnight had him reeling. buckley was a weirdo. a band geek. what was king steve doing associating with her?

it only gets weirder. he goes to one of sinclair's games, and ends up a few rows behind harrington. he's whooping and cheering and so goddamn excited for the kid when he gets to play. when the band performs, he screams robin's name during the applause. she finds him in the crowd and sort of wiggles her shoulders excitedly in response. after the game, he sees him scoop her up in the biggest goddamn bear hug and kiss her on the cheek. not the kind of couple he'd expected, but they were cute. he supposed.

but then the kiddies stop her in the hallway a week or so later, asking something about a movie night at harrington's. eddie can't really help himself, he was a curious thing.

"so, buckley," he begins, leaning against a locker. "i'm dying to know how a band geek like you landed king steve as a boyfriend." to his side, henderson sighs, heavy and dramatic. robin gets the most genuinely disgusted face.

"oh, god. ew." she says, emphatically. "i am not dating steve. gross." she fucking shudders at the thought. eddie can't keep his jaw off the floor.

"no?" he asked. "but- the game, the other week. he kissed your cheek." she nodded. he gestured wildly in lieu of response, begging for more information.

"stevie and i," and eddie has to fight the urge to roll his eyes. because, seriously? stevie? she expects him to believe they're not together and she calls him stevie? "are strictly platonic. with a goddamn capital p! people can express platonic affection even if they're different genders!" henderson mocks her quietly, to which she whacks him on the arm. she turns back to eddie. "i think if anyone should understand, it'd be you, handkerchief."

eddie feels his stomach drop. robin's giving him a look. a knowing fucking look. arms folded across her chest, one eyebrow raised. surely not.

"you?" he asks. she nods. "so harrington-"

she cuts him off. "knows." and wow. wow. colour him fucking surprised. "was the first one to know. he's-" there's a pause. "he's cool. so fucking cool." she was so fond, smiling a little. "he's a really good guy. i love him to death."

and well... he believes her. truly fucking does. it's only then that he finally allows the walls he'd built around his opinions of steve harrington to falter, to allow himself to think maybe- just maybe- he is actually is a good dude.

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queenie-ofthe-void · 17 days

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Robin: Hey Eddie, isn't Steve the best?! He's funny in a dingus sorta way, and fills out that sweater nice. Right? Riiiiight??? *nudge nudge* Dustin: Hey Eddie, aren't Robin and Steve such a cute couple?? You should hang out with them more, especially Steve, he talks about you all the time. And honestly he could use a little positive male influence in his life. You'd really like them just give them a chance! Steve: Hey Eddie, would you uh *blushing frantically* want to see a movie sometime? Together? Unless that's weird I mean I could totally invite Robin if that's... cool? If you'd want her there too? The three of us... or just us?? *dying internally* Eddie: ... Eddie: Am I being set up for a three way??

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infinite-orangepeel · 1 year

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god made them sisters bc their anxious attachment styles and mutual fear of abandonment couldn’t handle them as friends <3

#incorrect stobin #stobin friendship #qpr stobin #stobin #codependent stobin #platonic stobin #platonic soulmates stobin #steve harrington #robin buckley #steve and robin #joe keery #maya hawke #stranger things #scoops troop #fruity four #stobin headcanon #incorrect stobin quotes #incorrect stranger things #stranger things incorrect quotes

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strawberryspence · 1 year

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Part 1 / Part 2 (please read part 1 first)

Robin Buckley finds birthdays weird. The first one you ever have, all the people around you celebrate while you don’t understand anything. You don’t remember much of the next few ones, maybe your seventh, your eighth.

Robin’s favorite birthday from her childhood is her twelfth. It’s nothing special. But she remembers the day so clearly, her friends, grandparents and parents singing in the park as she blows out candles. She remembers playing at the park for the rest of the day with her friends and this one boy. Golden hair, brown wide eyes, and a toothy smile. She remembers telling him it’s her birthday and she remembers the boy softly singing three lines of Happy Birthday as her other friends play in the background. Robin watches him make a flower crown with daisies, before offering it to her, as a birthday present. Robin takes a few daisies, tucks it into his brown hair. Before he leaves, Robin asks him to keep the daisies, to remember her by, and Robin keeps the remnants of the flower crown tucked in an old book somewhere.

Robin’s best birthday ever is her nineteenth birthday. It’s the first of her birthdays that she and Steve celebrate together as bestfriends. Steve makes a big deal out of it. He bakes a chocolate cake, garnished with shaved chocolates on top just the way she likes it. Steve drives them to Indianapolis, takes her to her favorite stores, buys her a tiny rainbow pin and tucking it in her jean jacket with the softest smile. He buys one of his own, tucks it in the sleeve of his ridiculous wine red sweater.

They go home, and at home Steve shows her his room. He’s shy, doesn’t even want to show her. His room, even with dull and colorless wallpaper has never been dull when Steve Harrington is in it. But tonight, it’s filled with the brightest fairylights, stringed around the room, turning it into the smallest and most wonderful wonderland.

“It’s the closest thing to Paris I have right now.”

Because Paris is Robin Buckley’s dream destination. Because Steve Harrington knows her, like the back of his hand. Because Steve Harrington is his soulmate.

There Steve sings her a soft, quiet Happy Birthday and asks her to make a wish. They sit in bed all night, eating the cake with two forks in the same plate, wearing ridiculous party hats, as the lights surround them.

“Someday, we’re going to Paris, watch the lights, and eat some ridiculously expensive cake.” Steve announces.

Robin laughs, “All right. It’s a deal, Dingus.” She playfully puts out her pinky, and Steve laughs, looping his pinky into hers.

Steve gives her his gifts, an old pocket book for touring Europe and a black denim jacket, with sherpa collar. It has patches sewn all over it, carefully choosen and sewn together.

“Dude, did you make this!?” Steve laughs, shaking his head, no. “Well, I didn’t do everything. But I did this.” He takes the coat, flipping it inside out. In the right chest, just above the pocket is a rainbow sewn in patch.

“Steve.” She chokes out, hand shaking as she gently caresses the patch.

Steve smirks at her, “If you need anything, you will find the key here.”

Robin laughs, “Stop being so creepy!”

They laugh.

It’s Robin’s best birthday ever.

It’s Robin Buckley’s first birthday with Steve Harrington.

It’s Robin Buckley’s last birthday with Steve Harrington.

Her schmuck, her bestfriend, her soulmate, her Steve. Just gone.

All she has left is money, clothes and a box she can’t even fucking open.

She storms his closet, greedy for anything that had even the smallest hint of his smell, that ridiculous hairspray and some kind of fucking wood that she can’t name. She takes a box out, takes that ridiculous yellow sweater he threw at Eddie. The same sweater they went back for, the same one he cried over, the same one he was clutching as he admitted feeling that hint of electricity with Eddie. She sees the denim vest neatly folded in the bottom of his closet, and Robin knows she needs to give it to Dustin or Wayne or to anyone but she shucks it to the box. She takes his letterman jacket, takes the stripes polo she always made fun of, took some of his old Hawkins shirts, she knows she can’t take everything. Max and Dustin and Erica would want some, but she wants everything she can take, anything that has a smidge left of Steve Harrington. She wants— no, she needs it. Because her bestfriend is just gone.

The moment her hand furls against the familiar fabric, tears fills her eyes. Robin has cried so much in the last twenty-five days that she should be empty, she should be all cried out. But the moment her hand touches the wine red sweater, she breaks, her knees buckling as she falls to the floor with a thud. She touches the sleeves, and something prickly touches her, she knows what it is. But the sight of the raindow pin still tucked in the sleeve makes her scream, a scream stuck between a sob and a wail, as she hugs the sweater closer, Steve’s ridiculous fucking perfume sweeping her nostrils.

“I can’t fucking believe you, Steve Harrington!” She sobs, she hears the door swinging open, and she’s not even sure who’s comforting her, who’s hugging her, but they’re also shaking, chest sobbing. Robin crumples the sweater to her chest, as close as she can as if it’ll squeeze out the essence of her bestfriend.

“I can’t do this. I can’t do this. I can’t do this without you, please, Steve."

Robin has never cried harder, she’s exhausted, her throat is hoarse, she hasn’t slept in the last twenty-five days and someone is holding her.

If she squeezes her eyes shot hard enough, holds the sweater close enough to smell and imagine. It’s just another day, just another day, she just woke up with a the worst nightmare and Steve is holding her in his familiar arms, lulling her back to sleep, to safety with his warmth.

Robin blacks out. It’s the first night she slept all through the night since Steve Harrington died.

Robin’s twentieth birthday is quiet. The kids, Nancy, Jon and Argyle baked her a cake. It’s not chocolate, but it tasted good. They sing, and Robin acts like she’s making a wish. She doesn't have the heart to tell them that no amount of candles, or birthday wishes, can ever bring back her wish. They watch more than three movies at the Wheeler basement, eat junk, eat cake and laugh, like there aren’t missing holes in their lives.

When the time comes, they all go home. Robin goes home, hangs her black denim jacket on the wall, and just like the days before the box on top of her desk taunts her. She hasn’t opened it yet, not that she knows where the key is. Her bestfriend only decided to be cryptic when he’s already six feet under the ground. Once, Dustin saw it and smiled at her, some kind of understanding flashing in his face, “You haven’t opened it too, huh?”

“How do you want me to open this, you fucking Dingus?” Robin whispers, shaking the box.

A thud makes her turn around, the hook where her jacket was hooked fell of the wall, leaving a dent and a few holes on the wall. Robin squints at it, the hook has been there since she was a child and has never went loose. She slowly moves closer to take the jacket off the floor, when she catches glimpse of the embroidered rainbow patch.

She smiles at it, slowly caressing it, and as if he’s just behind her, a whisper of voice in the back of her mind, “If you need anything, you will find the key here.”

“You fucking weirdo.” Robin laughs, tears starting to fill her eyes as she ransacks her room for a seam ripper. When she finds one, she’s laughing like a maniac as she tears a small part of it, not intending to remove the whole patch but just enough to take the key out. Robin squeezes just enough for the key to fall out. And there it is, in her hands, a small golden key.

She scrambles to reach for the box, falling to the floor as she tries to reach for it. She sits on the floor, criss-crossed as her hands shake and tears falls from her eyes. She opens the box.

It’s filled with white envelopes. A small note clipped on the lid:

If you’re opening this, I am sorry. I promise I am with you for every birthday. I tried my best to do as many as I can.

You are my soulmate, Robin Buckley. Maybe in some other universe, I will spend birthdays with you since day one. For this one, I hope this will do.

Happy Birthday. I love you.

- Dingus.

P.S. Go to Paris for the both of us, huh? Buy the most ridiculously expensive chocolate cake you can find.

Robin thumbs over the envelopes, numbering from 20 to 90. With shaky hands, she reaches for 20, gingerly opening it.

It’s a hallmark card, with three ice creams on the front. CONE-GRATULATIONS! It’s your birthday!

Robin chuckles as she opens it, her bestfriends familiar handwriting scribbled on the white card.

Happy 20th, Buckley! I hope to God you don’t get to read this card! I want to be there for your 20th and I sure as hell will be there!

In the off chance that you’re reading this, fuck, I am sorry. I must’ve done something stupid. I am sorry we don’t get to spend more birthdays together. I will be with you through a card every year.

I am so glad you were born, I was nothing without you.

Love you, Robs. Happy Birthday!

— Your schmuck, Steve Harrington

“And I am nothing without you, Steve Harrington.” She gasps, holding the card to her chest, sobs rocking her body as she slips into the red sweater she wears to bed every night.

She hasn’t washed it once and it barely smells like him anymore. She wonders when she’ll forget how he smelled like, wonders if she’ll ever find the perfect candle that smells just like him so she can light it up anytime she needs it, wonders if they’ll ever discontinue the Farrah Fawcet spray she uses in her hair even though she doesn’t need it.

Robin falls asleep with a card clutched in her hand and a sweater that barely smells like her bestfriend anymore.

Robin’s twenty-sixth birthday is when she finally goes to Paris.

She leaves everything in the hotel but the old pocket book Steve gave her and her 26th birthday card.

She buys the most expensive chocolate cake she can find, asks for two forks and finds a sit just in front the bright Eiffel Tower.

She opens her card, laughs, cries, and thinks about what Steve could have been doing beside her right now. Golden hair, brown wide eyes, and toothy smile, in a wine red sweater and a scarf around his neck.

She eats her cake. It’s good. But the best chocolate cake she’s ever had was in a bed, in a bedroom filled with lights, eaten with two forks in one plate.

She clutches her coat closer, the wine red sweater keeping her warm, like it always has in the past six years.

She opens the forgotten pocket book. The one Steve gave her on her nineteenth birthday. She’s never opened it, never wanted to face the fact that she’s going alone. The cover is battered, the pages yellowing as she flips the book slowly.

A single piece of picture falls from it. It lands face down. Robin can recognize the handwriting from anywhere.

“This is 12 year old Steve in front of the Eiffel Tower! In a few years, it’ll be you and me! Happy nineteenth birthday, Robs! P.S. Don’t mind the flower! I got it from a friend! Didn’t want to remove it because it’s really old and dry.”

Robin flips the picture, and there he was. Golden hair, brown eyes, and toothy smile. The same boy she played with, but in front of the same tower she’s in front of right now.

A single dried daisy is taped on the corner.

Robin laughs, smiling with tears at the picture.

Way before they both realized, way before they even properly met, way before they scooped ice creams together, way before blood and drugs made them close.

Way before everything, there were two kids, who played together in a park, daisies weaved into their hairs.

Robin Buckley spent her favorite birthday, her best birthday, and will continue to spend the rest of her birthdays with her soulmate.

Because even beyond the grave, her soulmate will never let her celebrate alone.

Steve Harrington will be there, one way or another.

(again, i am very sorry. if it helps u feel better i can barely see through the tears while writing this)

#wine red sweater is the sweater steve was wearing when he dropped of dustin to the snow ball #stobin forever <33333 #my favorite platonic soulmates.#dae writes #daeheadcanons #stranger things headcanons #stranger things fic #stobin headcanon #stobin my favorite platonic soulmates #platonic stobin #steve harrington #robin buckley #steddie headcanon #steddie #stranger things #tw major character death #tw mcd

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omg-i-think-i-like-you · 1 year

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I know they're very American, but I really like the idea of Steve and Robin being obsessed with Eurovision. They watch every year, of course, and they remember all the winners from all the years and memorize so many songs. Eddie acts like he doesn't like it but their enthusiasm is contagious and he joins in, pretending to suffer. That only until Finland's Lordi wins in 2006 with Hard Rock Hallelujah and Eddie is glued to the screen from that year on to see if it happens again

#its the beginning of Eurovision season loviesss #im so excitedddd #im not sure if they discovered ABBA through Eurovision or Eurovision through ABBA #I like headcanons that break the rules of time ans space #stobin #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #stranger things #st headcanons #steddie headcanon #stobin headcanon #Eurovision

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byler-alarmist · 3 months

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Why can I picture Stobin belting out the chorus in the car?

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stvharrngton · 1 year

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Ummm hi I’m the Steve-kicks-his-feet-during-pussy-eating anon from the other day being soooo brave coming off anon to say hi I’m glad u liked it and I love your brain and your writing chefs kiss. You really Get Him.

My personal headcannon is that Robin (ADHD autistic my beloved) is constantly picking up random little things on her travels w Steve like little rocks and bird feathers and bottle caps and sugar packets and when her pockets get too full she starts using Steve’s, who acts annoyed but really he’s glad she’s having fun and when he sees her getting anxious as Robin is prone to, he’ll fish around in his pocket for a little treasure and quietly hand it to her so she has something to fidget w in her hands 🥺

omg!!!! i’m glad you came off anon babe i loved that headcanon so much!! it was so cute and so steve hehe 🤭 thank you so much for your kind words it’s v much appreciated <3

AND you bless me with a lovely stobin headcanon on this wednesday evening 🥺

i just know she’d be like ‘hey can you hold this? thanks lol’ as she’s dumping whatever it is into steve’s hand cause he’s all oh! yeah sure :) thinking she just needs him to hold something for just a second but then she’s walking off and steve’s just holding this rock in his hand like wtf so he’s jogging to catch up to her asking her why she’s given him this rock and she just shrugs and says ‘can you hold onto it? keep it in your pocket’ and this just becomes the norm for them now and he’ll just quietly slip the little pebble into her hand discreetly when he needs to 😭 cry

#stobin headcanon #initforthereadz #asks #k.hc

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stevebabey · 5 months

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personally love the interaction in the start of s4 where steve goes “ugh, you know i don’t do double vhs.” when robin suggests doctor zhivago. like ugh robin!!!! we’ve talked about this before!!! steve has a limited attention span and if robin puts on something too long, he will start shooting her with rubber bands

#or seeing how many paper clips he can stack into one tower #the answer is about 7 #also love the idea that if u put on a movey he loves #like a sports film or something #he’ll be in the aisle — supposed to be shelving — but just staring at the viewing screen like :O #he’s a guy who stands with his mouth open if he’s distracted trust me #and that’s when ROBIN tries to hit him with a rubber band - aiming for his mouth #the great incident of ‘86 is when she manages to get it in and steve chokes on a rubber band for 15 seconds #anyways how often do u think they fight over movie picks ?#stobin #platonic stobin #steve & robin #stobin headcanons #they’re my fave besties :D #ok nanite

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stevieschrodinger · 1 month

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Everyone is stoned. Just. So stoned. Eddie brought over the good stuff. The TV's been stuck on static for like, forty minutes, but no one can be bothered to move.

"You shut up Steven, you've practically dated everyone in the room."

"Robs. Robs. We never. Not even prac-ti-cly."

"Yeap, yeap, you asked me-"

Steve huffs, "we were drugged and in a bathroom, and doesn't count. Said no."

"But I nearly said yes. So you've nearly dated everyone," Robin tells him confidently.

Steve's vaguely aware of either Nancy or Eddie making a noise at that revelation, but he's not looking at where they're lying on the floor, so he doesn't know which of them it was.

And for a split second, Steve's back there. Drugged, confused, sitting in a bathroom and absolutely certain that he's in love with Robin, "you never told me that."

She shrugs, she shrugs like it's nothing, like she hasn't just turned Steve upside down a little bit, "I only figured it for a second, but I thought, if there was someone I could...fake it with. It would be you."

And there's just so many things she's not saying there. That don't need to be said. About the world and why she would consider that. Too many things for Steve to process. And Steve's crying, he doesn't even know why really, just big feelings that he can't define. A life they nearly had that would have been a lie, but still a forever with Robin. He's got a lapful of Rob now, and he holds her so tight, so so tight. And he knows Eddie is there, rubbing his back, and Nancy is doing the same for Robin.

And he kind of thinks that things do just work out.

#eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #steddie #ficlet #headcanon #robin buckly #nancy wheeler #ronance #steve and robin #platonic stobin

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ikarakie · 1 year

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murray just... narrowing his eyes at steve and robin. because what the fuck is going on over there? they act like they're gonna keel over and die if they're more than five feet from each other at any given moment, but there's no romantic energy coming from them. they hold hands and have sickening nicknames and seem to telepathically communicate, and he can't figure them the fuck out, and it's killing him.

#stranger things #prompt #steve harrington #stranger things prompt #robin buckley #stobin #platonic stobin #murray bauman #stobin prompt #stobin ficlet #stobin hc #stobin headcanon #hc #headcanon #steve and robin #robin stranger things #steve stranger things

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infinite-orangepeel · 1 year

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eddie landing on steve during spin the bottle

eddie: *panicking* shit ! steve, you don’t have to. i mean im sure you’d rather kiss a girl—

steve: why would i rather kiss a girl ?

eddie: because you’re straight ?

robin: *spitting out her drink* you think he’s straight ?

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strawberryspence · 2 years

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all the robin crying over steve when steve dies are killing me but you know what hurts more??? THEM DYING TOGETHER.

its just the two of them now. steve has to crawl to get to robin's limp bleeding body. he can hear her crying, trying to catch her breathe. and when he finally gets to her, he falls right beside her. just like another sleepover, just like every other night they spent together.

robin takes his hand, intertwining it together. steve does his best to lay side ways, and it really hurts to move but robin does the same so they're looking at each other. steve's crying, holding her hands, pushing it to his chest.

"you have to hold on okay? nancy's coming, they're coming!" steve pleads with her, he doesn't even know he's dying to because he's too focused on robin.

robin smiles at him through the tears, it's the same toothy smile she gives him when they first become friends.

"its okay. its going to be okay robin." robin pushes closer, cuddling closer to her bestfriend. steve pulls her closer by the waist. his other hand stuck in between the two of them. he can feel heartbeats slowing down and he's not sure if it's his or robin's.

only then does steve realize that he's also in pain, that he's also bleeding to death. steve lets his forehead fall on robin's, blood mixing with tears.

"it's going to be okay because we're together, right?" robin asks, and steve nods vehemently.

"it's been a privilege to be your schmuck, robin buckley." steve whispers, kissing her hand.

robin laughs, its wet and comes out as a cough but it's still the best sound in this world for steve, "you're not just my schmuck. you're my platonic soulmate with a capital P."

steve can see her pain and tries his best to comfort her, drawing soft circles on her waist.

"i love you, steve." steve bites down on his lip to stop from sobbing.

"i love you, rob."

and everything hurts.

death is calling onto steve but he can't stand the fact that he would go first and leave robin with his dead body so he holds on, waits for his bestfriend's heartbeat to slow down.

it's so fucking cruel to watch and wait for his bestfriend to die.

"i'll see you on the other side." robin whispers, just before her hands go limp in his.

only then does steve lets out the sob chocking him. he brushes away some of the hair off robin's face.

death is knocking on his door.

"see you on the other side."

and steve lets death sweep him off his feet. both there heartbeats stopping in a halt, hands still tangled together.

he's thankful that the last thing he sees are robin's beautiful, familiar warm blue eyes.

#daeheadcanons #stobin my favorite platonic soulmates #THIS ISNT SHIPPING ITS PLATONIC #steve harrington #robin buckley #steve harrington headcanon #steddie headcanon #stobin headcanon #tw mcd #tw major character death #tw blood

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