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Multiamory March Day 18: Together

home is wherever we are together

Fandom: The Bastard Son & The Devil Himself Relationship: Annalise/Gabriel/Nathan Rating: Teen

Roadtrip AU | 500 words | Read on AO3 or

“Are you going to pass the blunt or not?” asked Annalise in Gabriel's direction. He was sitting on the roof of their van, looking out the horizon with a lost expression. Ever since they started their road trip across Europe together, Gabriel had managed to get himself weed in every major city they stopped at. Annalisse didn’t smoke before, but lately she’d been having fun when she smoked with her boys.

“Come on over,” Gabriel said, just before taking another hit of the lit blunt. She climbed to the roof of the van, sat down in front of him and reached out but Gabriel took his hand away. “Stay still and inhale when I get close.”

Slightly confused, she did as she was told and Gabriel leaned in close, lips almost touching as he let go of the smoke. Annalise inhaled, closing her eyes. A few moments later, she exhaled the smoke without feeling the usual burn down her throat.

When she opened her eyes again, Gabriel was extending the blunt to her. “Now it’s your turn.”

Just then Nathan decided to come out of the van, staring up at his lovers.

“Are you guys getting high?”

Annalise, who’d just taken a hit of the blunt, bursted out laughing, hard enough that it turned into a coughing fit. “You should join us,” she called from the roof of the van.

Nathan rolled his eyes, but started climbing anyway.

“How come Gabriel always has something to smoke?” he asked, sitting down so he was the third side of their little triangle. Annalise took another hit and leaned towards Gabriel, their lips brushing when she exhaled. When she pulled back, Gabriel threw his head back and exhaled, his long, pale neck stretched giving her a full view to the hickeys he barely hid under his shirt.

Annalise touched Nathan’s arm and then brought her body closer. She took a deep inhale of the blunt and tilted Nathan’s head slightly, so that his lips parted, then she closed the distance and exhaled, just like Gabriel showed her.

Nathan caught up immediately, mimicking Gabriel with a little less finesse. He took the lit joint from Annalise when she offered it to him, took a hit and did the same thing to Annalise, giving her the warm smoke from his beautiful mouth. It wasn’t the same as smoking, but the gentle brush of Nathan’s breath was enough to keep her going.

“You learn fast,” Annalise remarked, still leaning in Nathan’s direction.

“I’ve got good tutors,” he replied, a cheeky smile playing at the corner of his lips.

They passed the blunt around until there was nothing left to smoke. The sun was setting on the West, bathing Gabriel and Nathan in orange light. Annalise knew without a doubt that if Nathan could see it, he’d try to draw it.

She took out her phone and snapped a quick picture of them for her instagram. “For posterity,” she announced.

Both of her boyfriends smiled, making her heart beat double time. Then she threw herself at them to wrap them in a hug.

#tbsatdh #annalise o'brien #gabriel boutin #nathan byrne #tbsatdh fic #multiamory march 2023 #miliwrites (allegedly)#mili*

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all-or-nothing-baby · 1 year

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ANGÉLIQUE

Nabrielise, 1668 words, Polyamory, Implied/Referenced Childhood Sexual Abuse, Gabriel Boutin has PTSD, Flashbacks, Gabriel Boutin Needs A Hug, Gabriel is In Love, Kissing It Better, Post-Season/Series 01, Getting Together, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Pre-slash, References to Drugs, POV Gabriel.

Cyan fingers play ghostly along bright, beautifully brown collarbone mountains.

Un amour entaché.

Tainted Love, indeed.

Gabriel's face remains a book of blank pages, his default setting—a trillion miles away from the bloody battles that are raging constantly between his mind and his heart.

He's always been one to play defence. Especially with himself.

Only nineteen and already a ghost.

…well, almost.

Darkwave trance music pumps softly from somebody's bluetooth speaker—much softer than the current thump of Gabriel's industrial techno heartbeat. Nathan, the reason, now pushes upwards from where long forearms support his longer body, those big plush lips halting a mere millimetre away from Gabriel's. Gabriel stills his touch, forever-bleu fingertips buried in a perfect clavicle valley. He watches the boy's pulse ticking away under that smooth brown skin for a moment longer before allowing their eyes to meet—and do so much more than just shake hands.

Stay.

"What's this song called? Do you know it?" Nathan's mouth moves against Gabriel's as he speaks, then he's nodding his head in question towards the sounds of pulsating synth beats and low-sung neo-goth French words unknown to him.

Stay with me.

Gabriel swallows his urgency if not his want and licks his—and consequently Nathan's—lips, before taking a breath and answering, "Angélique," on the exhale.

Nathan peers out from underneath feathery raven lashes.

Stay, always.

Gabriel has become a walking/talking contradiction of himself.

Nathan's eyes flicker shut for a couple of his own now-also-racing heartbeats. Gabriel usually manages to tune out the sounds of others' life-force, or at least turn down the volume—never Nathan's though.

Or Annalise's, come to think of it.

(read under the cut OR READ IT HERE ON AO3)

That thought digs beneath Gabriel's skin and makes a nest there, staining him just like his bloodborne alchemy. Marking him up. Tattooing him.

~Nathan&Annalise~

Nathan gently brushes just the very tip of his nose alongside the length of Gabriel's. Up and down, up and down. "So, does that mean, like…" and he mirrors now, licking his and Gabriel's lips, "...Angelic, or some shit?"

Or some shit.

Gabriel pants out three, barely there Yeses. One for each of them.

Gabriel, Nathan, Annalise.

Nathan smiles. "Like you. You're my guardian angel," he insists. "Mine and Annalise's."

Fallen angel, more like.

Stupidly, Gabriel lets himself be just that entirely fucking perfect for a fraction of a fraction of a second. Blinks and believes.

My darling angel, Gabriel.

Gabriel grits his teeth at the sudden mental intrusion. She can just fuck right off and out of his head, merci beaucoup.

He then swallows thickly again. "No, Nathan." And he's so desperate to Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!

He won't be the one to instigate though. Can't ever do that. Can't ever be that.

"You mustn't—don't think of me that way, mon cher. I'm not so… good."

Nathan fusses his gaze over every single one of Gabriel's features, with no rush to the action. Searches for a lie. He doesn't find one. He doesn't relent either, though, and now gifts Gabriel with, "You won't convince me you're anything other than a decent bloke, you know."

"Decent?" Gabriel scoffs, deflecting by looking down at his state of undress, "Dans mes sous-vêtements." Nathan's face scrunches up adorably. Gabriel sighs affectionately and smiles wryly. "I am wearing only my knickers." A nod to Annalise.

Nathan smiles some more, his face splitting with the size and force of it and Gabriel thinks he'd kill for this boy. Then Nathan tuts, just as affectionate. "You know what I mean, Gabs."

Gabriel inwardly preens at the moniker. Plenty have used the nickname before, but never has it ever sounded the way it does tripping off of Nathan Byrn's lips. Makes Gabriel think he's the one tripping, every time he hears it.

You're smitten.

Gabriel tries to ignore the oh-so familiar shrill-pitched voice in his mind as Nathan tilts his gorgeous head. "I don't care what you say, anyway. You're an angel if I say you are. With your pretty eyes and your crazy white hair."

White hair.

Gabriel blinks, too much.

You must tell me…

His mask falters. It's only a split-second—too quick for most people to notice. Unfortunately in this instance though, Nathan is not most people.

"Hey, hey, what is it? What did I say?" Nathan's eyes are blown wide and his hands instantly attach themselves to Gabriel's biceps like they've found their way home; an anchor to Gabriel's wayward ship, mooring him from the coming high-tide.

"I don't—it's nothing.“

But Nathan never knows when to leave well alone. "Bollocks, it's nothing. Where did you just go off to?"

…Is it love?

"I…"

No, no, no.

Her.

"Nathan, I—"

M E R C U R Y

And Gabriel is gone, fucked up, spiralling dangerously in a way he's managed to avoid for the longest time.

Bony fingers—too big, too knowing—sliding up the warmth of his inside thighs, to get inside of him, to tug on his will, his shame, his goodness, latching onto his very sense of self.

She'd whisper, so loudly, "Let me in, my dove. Let me in and I will give you the whole world, my sweet, sweet boy. All you could ever want and need or know or be. All for you. All for me."

He never knew why she bothered to ask.

And he fought, tooth and nail, that dove. Every time. He pushed and kicked and scratched and flapped his little wings. Didn't matter though. None of it did. She could take whatever she wanted. All of it. All of him. Always. And she did. She took everything from that frightened little bird, that little boy, until he had no fight left in him. Would just lay back and let it happen. The Witch Mercury: his teacher; his pseudo-mother; his lover. She took away his blonde curls and his deserved innocence and left him as bitter and cold as the driven snow.

Forever Winter.

"Gabriel?"

You. Are. Mine.

…almost.

Gabriel notes vaguely that Nathan's hands are no longer gripping the tops of his arms but have found their way to holding his face—no longer a mask or even a face, really, but something else. His features, ruptured now, Gabriel is a great big hole ripped right open. A gaping rift with all of his pain and guilt and humiliation spilling right out, gushing, brimming, overflowing and threatening to drown him.

He can't breathe.

"Gabriel, tell me what's happening!"

Thumbs are swiping furiously at the thawing ice that's melting from the corners of Gabriel's sad eyes.

He's crying. Having a panic attack.

Nathan is panic-stricken, too.

Nathan.

Nathan!

Not an anchor, but a lifeline.

"Kiss me." Gabriel—even with no breath in his lungs—almost shouts it, fists now balling up and white-knuckled in Nathan's shirt.

Nathan finches like he wasn't actually expecting a response. "What? No! Tell me what's wrong!"

"Nathan, please. Please!" and now he is shouting.

Maybe it's the begging itself or maybe it's just the way Gabriel's voice has a hundred hairline cracks in it, like more thawing ice, but Nathan, he seems to hear it. Somehow through the haze of Gabriel's hysteria and self-hatred Nathan hears exactly what this broken boy needs.

The role-reversal. The control.

Gabriel needs to be needed. To be something good.

Angèlique.

"Kiss me."

So The Bastard Son kisses the Ruined Alchemist in a way neither have ever kissed another, and it's its own magic spell. A counterspell; one to break Mercury's wrong-doing. A conjuring to set Gabriel free and he's there, he's so there, all in, in deep, deeply in love, and the Devil himself couldn't stop this now—

But Annalise can.

They're all but devouring each other when she walks into the room and stops dead, mouth open in a quiet gasp. So, so, quiet. But Gabriel, he hears it. And it's deafening.

Gabriel is every single Evil he's been trying to run from his entire fucking life. If he's ruined this… If he… it's not even as if he and Nathan have been trying to hide this, the thing that has gripped them both, this thing that's binding them, it's just…

It's just—

"Annalise, we—" Nathan begins, but Annalise ends it in one word.

"Us." She corrects.

And that word. That one, small word is unbelievably—incredibly, amazingly—all it takes.

Then they are magnets, he and Nathan, their combined energies pulling Annalise into them. Or she is the magnet. Or they all are? It's not important, Gabriel realises, because there's only one thing that matters now.

Us.

Annalise O'Brien and Nathan Byrn—Gabriel's family—are here, bracing him and embracing him with all of themselves. With all of their selfless love.

Annalise, with her boldness and insecurities and raw beauty and stubbornness and fierce grace, climbs up onto the bed and takes residence, curling into Gabriel's other side. A mirror to Nathan.

And they're healing him.

Nathan takes one of Anna's hands and links their fingers, squeezing. So sure. Smiling. Alive.

Annalise smiles back and leans forwards to kiss him, also sure. All warmth and sugar and spice.

Jesus, they are everything.

Us.

Then they're both laying Gabriel down with their hands and eyes, loving him better. Better than he is, better than he deserves.

Nathan can surely read minds. "Stop thinking you don't deserve this," he says and smiles, le soleil du matin—the morning sun.

Us.

Annalise, la lune dans le ciel nocturne—the moon in the night sky, hums, "Silly goose," at Gabriel, then she and Nathan are kissing each other again.

Then they're kissing Gabriel, on his arms and his chest and his neck and his chin and his cheeks and his mouth and Gabriel can finally breathe.

"Us," he agrees, his tears drying up.

And laying in a bed in a hostel somewhere in Berlin with a boy and a girl who both love him, Gabriel Boutin—guardian angel, Angélique or not—is saved.

(a nabrielise WIP—pls let me know in the comments if you'd like adding to the finished work's taglist!)

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the-liminal-place · 1 year

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THREE IS THE MAGIC NUMBER

One and one and one is three—

is you and him and him and me…

Witches bonds that set us free!

Our family;

the army We.

#the bastard son and the devil himself #tbsatdh #nathan byrn #POV nathan #tbsatdh fic #in verse #tbsatdh poem #tbsatdh poetry #annalise o'brien #gabriel boutin #nabriel #nabrielise #poems #poetry #half bad #liminal words #the liminal place

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colourmornings · 4 months

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Chapters: 1/9 Fandom: The Half Bad Trilogy - Sally Green, The Bastard Son and the Devil Himself (TV) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Gabriel Boutin/Nathan Byrn/Annalise O'Brien Characters: Gabriel Boutin, Nathan Byrn, Annalise O'Brien, Victoria van Dal, Nesbitt (Half Bad Trilogy), Ledger (Half Bad Trilogy), Mercury (Half Bad Trilogy), Marcus Edge, Jessica Byrn Additional Tags: Polyamory, Post-Canon, Canon-Typical Violence, Blood and Injury, Knives, Guns Series: Part 2 of Heartbeat Lullaby Summary:

Continuing from Heartbeat Lullaby,

Van is holding Nathan to his end of the deal.

#the bastard son & the devil himself #half bad #tbsatdh fic #half bad fic #nathan byrn #annalise o'brien #gabriel boutin #nabrielise

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heytheredeann · 1 year

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Whumpril 2023, day 12 - "Get away from me!"

Tags: Post-Canon, mentions of Nathan, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Panic Attacks, Crying, Annalise O'Brien Needs a Hug, Could be romantic or gen or anything in-between idk honestly

Notes: I have been meaning to write something for this fandom since when I watched and, well, today is the day LOL. I have many ideas for this trio but this is the one that I actually managed to write down so far, so… I figured I'd just throw it out there LOL. Enjoy!

“Get away from me,” she strangles out, curling more tightly on herself. The words grate against her throat, dragging themselves out as painstakingly as the air gets in, but she can’t stop repeating them all the same. “Get away from me, I’ll kill you, get—” She chokes on a sob, unable to finish the sentence and almost retching at the smell of blood suddenly filling her nostrils like it never left.

“Kill me?” comes the sardonic reply. She has to blink away a veil of tears to put in focus Gabriel’s face, eyebrows raised and not very concerned with the danger that she poses to him. “Is that supposed to be a threat? Because you don’t look very intimidating right now, my dear.”

She knows, somewhere in her head, that it would normally make her smile. That he’s being a ridiculous asshole and she kind of loves that about him.

Yet, right now, all that she can focus on is that he’s so close and she doesn’t have a proper hold of herself, she’s terrified, what if she—she could so easily—

“Alright, not the right time, got it,” he acknowledges, but he doesn’t go away, even as she curls more tightly on herself. In fact, he lays his hands on her arms, rubbing up and down and looking at her in the eyes as she takes a shuddering breath.

“Please—” she starts, unsure if she’s asking him to help or just go.

Regardless of what she meant, he stays. There’s a part of her clinging to that like a lifeline.

[More on Ao3]

#the bastard son and the devil himself #the bastard son & the devil himself #tbsatdh #gabriel boutin #annalise o'brien #gabriel x annalise #tbsatdh fic #whumpril2023 #not spn #my fanfic

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tideiscomingin · 1 year

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there’s over 30 The Bastard Son & The Devil Himself (TV) ao3 fics now, god bless you writers

#i genuinely refresh the tag nightly to read the new fics before I go to bed #tbsatdh #nabrielise #the bastard son & the devil himself #tbsatdh brainrot #ao3

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dxnyarya · 1 year

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Bastard Son and the Devil Himself (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Gabriel Boutin/Nathan Byrn/Annalise O'Brien, Nathan Byrn/Annalise O'Brien, Gabriel Boutin/Nathan Byrn, Annalise O'Brien & Gabriel Boutin Characters: Annalise O'Brien, Nathan Byrn, Gabriel Boutin Additional Tags: Polyamory, Queerplatonic Relationships, Introspection, Canon-Typical Violence, Hopeful Ending, Post-Season/Series 01, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse Summary:

“Go where?” Gabriel asks, and Annalise cannot believe that for the first time since she met him, he’s not the one leading their adventure forward. “Anywhere you want,” Nathan answers, and Annalise remembers the promise he made to her, that someday they’d go somewhere just the two of them, she’s happy that now includes Gabriel.

“Somewhere with a shower and clean clothes,” She replies, she hasn’t felt clean since she killed Beef, no matter how many showers and how many changes of clothes, Annalise felt exactly like the carpet in her room, stained with blood and with only a poor piece of fabric to cover it over—everyone can still see the blood— and she’s hoping the next shower will actually make her feel clean. “Know any place like that?”

Nathan, Annalise, and Gabriel after everything.

#we did it joe #i managed to post a fic before my birthday #who else cheered #the bastard son & the devil himself #tbsatdh #nathan byrn #annalise o'brien #gabriel boutin #nabrielise #nabriel #o'byrn #annalise/nathan #nathalise

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eneiryu · 1 year

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Bastard Son and the Devil Himself (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Gabriel Boutin/Nathan Byrn/Annalise O'Brien Characters: Gabriel Boutin, Nathan Byrn, Annalise O'Brien Additional Tags: Post-Season/Series 01, Gabriel's Relationship With His Stained Fingers Summary:

“I—like them,” Nathan admits, his fingers running around the stained tips of Gabriel’s own. “Is that weird?”

“Weird is relative,” Gabriel answers, after a moment.

#tbsatdh #the bastard son & the devil himself #the bastard son and the devil himself #nabrielise #gabriel x nathan x annalise #eneiryu fic

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the-nettle-knight · 1 year

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OK tbsatdh fandom I have a fic idea (I'd aim for the word count to be around 24,000 words or so) and I will need poking every once in a while to get it written. And I need someone to stop me writing a bitter sweet ending

#they speak #the bastard son & the devil himself #tbsatdh #the bastard son and the devil himself #fic #it's gonna feature historical alchemy and stuff #ive gone a bit wild with the planned ending #well i have two and i need to be convinced not to make it a tragedy

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nico-di-genova · 1 year

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Bastard Son and the Devil Himself (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Gabriel Boutin/Nathan Byrn, Nathan Byrn/Annalise O'Brien, Gabriel Boutin/Annalise O'Brien, Gabriel Boutin/Nathan Byrn/Annalise O'Brien Characters: Gabriel Boutin, Annalise O'Brien, Nathan Byrn Additional Tags: Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Post Season 1, this was supposed to be short and sweet, but somehow it turned into an exploration of Gabriel's psyche, So yeah, also I have beef with Mercury, and I would fight her on sight, Polyamory

Summary:

One step at a time - that's the best way to do these things.

Also known as: Gabriel, Annalise, and Nathan need a shower and sleep. So Gabriel provides a place.

#the bastard son & the devil himself #tbsatdh #tbs&tdh #the bastard son and the devil himself #gabriel boutin #annalise obrien #nathan byrn #nabrielise #my fic

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heavensenthale · 1 year

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heavy is the heart

Written for Multiamory March Day #20: Grief

Fandom: The Bastard Son & The Devil Himself Relationship: Annalise/Gabriel/Nathan Rating: Teen Word count: ~500

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Annalise steps away from the clearing when Nathan eats the heart. There’s no way she can watch the boy she loves eating her father’s heart any more than she can keep looking at the remains.

Her father. The man who had braided her hair when she was little, who held her hand during her first day of school when she was too anxious to move, and encouraged her to go on with the promise of ice cream after school. That night, when he braided her hair before bed, he congratulated her for being strong.

“You’re my strong, big girl. Growing up so fast,” he had said. Then he read her her favorite story and tucked her in bed.

Annalise doesn’t make it too far before her legs buckle and she falls to her knees, sobs fighting their way out of her throat. A cold breeze blew through her. It was barely past dawn, yet she felt as if she had been awake for over a week, which wasn’t that far from the truth.

Coming up behind her slowly, Gabriel sits next to the spot where she collapsed, crossing his legs. Annalise’s breath hitches, still crying softly. Gabriel reaches out but his hand hovers a few centimeters from her hand, as if waiting for something before touching her. She finds herself nodding and collapsing against his body when he finally reaches for her.

“I know, mon chérie. I know,” he says, his hand rubbing her back to calm her down, but the crying seems unstoppable and inevitable, just as her father’s death was.

They stay like that, wrapped in each other’s arms, for a while, long enough that Nathan comes to find them, one layer less of clothing than he had on before. Annalise can’t stop herself from looking at his hands expecting to find them bloody, but they are wiped clean as best as they can be without running water.

“How do you feel?” Gabriel asks Nathan. “Any different?”

“I think I’m going to be sick if we don’t leave.”

Annalise’s sobs subside long enough for her to look at Nathan, really look at him. He doesn’t look any different, just a little disheveled and tired, but doesn’t she look exactly the same? She takes a moment to wipe away the tears and stands up.

Gabriel looks at them from the floor for a moment and then follows suit. “So, what happens now?”

“I don’t know,” mumbles Annalise.

“I don’t know what I’m doing or what will happen to me,” says Nathan. “I don’t even know what powers Soul had stolen before—”

“We’ll find out together,” she says. “I need to learn to control my own magic anyway.”

“Do we even have a place to go?” he asks, turning in Gabriel’s direction. Annalise looks over at him with apprehension. Maybe Gabriel wanted to continue his journey alone, maybe he was ready to bid them goodbye and good riddance.

Gabriel sighs, a weak sound of protest, and then replies, “there is a place. Maybe.”

Annalise grabs one of Nathan’s hands and one of Gabriel’s, holding them for a moment. “Thank you. Both of you.”

Before they can ask her what she’s thanking them for, she starts walking; straight ahead as good a direction as any.

#tbsatdh #annalise o'brien #gabriel boutin #nathan byrne #tbsatdh fic #multiamory march 2023 #miliwrites (allegedly)

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