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It’s fine Is what she tells everyone This day Like so many others. Fears run through her, Her mind a mess of possibility Infinite in number and horror. Deaths here. Failures there. Maybe a grave injury at best. Can they best this foe? Is this the end of the Sages? Is this the end of the world? She ponders this Over a cup of coffee Poured by Moojdart, All concern and bother. It’s fine Is what she says as she slinks off, Telling Mooj again and again Don’t worry, don’t worry It’s fine, She can handle it. She always can, she always must. Grus is worried too And Milest And even their leader Who’s normally too vain to care. She brushes past them all To go and hide away As she tries to fix it, As she runs through bad ends In search of a single good. She can’t find one Or even the hint of one No matter how hard she picks At the threads of potentiality. There’s only more worries, Only more failures, Which darken the flame of Hope Burning inside Which she clings to so stubbornly Even though it’s not her natural Will. She’s got to. She’s got to cling, Got to be strong. She’ll fix it, she will. There’s a knock at her door And it opens Before she can even say no Because that’s just how Fiethsing is, Because that’s just how little she cares. Really it’s amazing she knocked, But there you go. You never can guess with her, But Zero can know she’s annoyed. She snaps at her. An admonition, a demand To go, to leave. That you shouldn’t just barge in “I mean really, Fieth,” And it’s fine anyway. It’s always fine. But that’s not what she came for. So she claims. She’s just here to find a book, Steal it more like, Like she always does And Zero’ll never see it again. It’s just a ploy anyway, It’s just a ploy thankfully, Unfortunately. Fieth sets in on the search, Looking for a book And not speaking a word more, Of concern or otherwise. She’s simply an annoyance That rummages through her things After barging into her space. Fieth’s one that’ll be ignored. Has to be, must be. So she drinks her coffee And goes to reading, Or more like looking at pages As the words blur together From fear Now tinted with anger. It’s fine And Fiethsing sighs Finally feeling fit To make a sound And even words. “Wow, it’s hot. Don’t you think so, Zero?” There’s more sound too Of rustling clothes Falling off Onto the floor. A shirt gone, More than likely. Still searching too. She pays no mind, As little as she can. She has a book to not read. A book to not read As a thought invades her mind Of what Fieth must look like. ******* and slick with sweat As she digs through her shelves Musing to herself, “Oh it’s not here either, oh dear.” There’s a book to not read As an image invades her mind Of a hug, Of a kiss, A touch, anything. Contact, warm and simple. Memories flood And imaginings more As she has a book to not read. Still it’s fine, Just fine. She’ll just read and think On all the ways the world can end Because that’s better. Better than admitting she’s scared, Better than admitting she needs help. Help of any sort. A talk, advice, a decision Or a pair of arms Wrapped around her waist As she falls apart Just for a moment. “Oh, there it is!” Rings out Fieth’s sing song tone And she trots on over, For once bothering to walk And not float. Just so she’ll hear, Just so she’ll know. It’s a kindness but it doesn’t feel like it, More like a threat That makes her sigh Heavy and hard In frustration As she turns around to see Fieth ******* and grinning. It’s enough to make her sick. With fury. With fear. With want. She holds out her book Arm outstretched As far as it can go, A barrier between them both. She doesn’t want to play this game, She wants to play this game. Fieth takes the book with glee And a pleased, “Thank you!” Before she rambles on and on About dull history being her passion Don’t you know, Zero? It’s charming, It’s cute And she just wants her gone. Gone and away With her mirth, Infectious as always, And her plans, Impish as always. So she turns back around And grabs another book. Another thing to not read As she tells herself That it’s fine. It’s fine As Fieth steps forward and rests a hand on her Gripping her shoulder. It’s fine When she says, “I went a bit far Didn’t I, Zero?” Which she did But it’s fine And it’s not. It wasn’t far enough, not close enough. She didn’t just grab her Right there, right then. She didn’t just force her down Against her desk And whisper in her ear Just what she’ll do to her. So she falls to her side Just far enough To fall back into Fieth, Head resting right between her ******* The grip becomes a hug, Arm wrapping firmly around Her frightened frame, So frail, Right now, right here. “It’s fine,” She says again. This time it’s the truth, And a lie And she closes her eyes And she melts Right there, right then In Fiethsing’s arms, Though she wants nothing more Than to chase her off. “Just need a moment?” Fieth asks With a sincerity That she so often lacks. She’s not going to run off. She’s not going to lie. She’s not going to force the matter Even if Zero wants her to. It’s frustrating, The fiendish way that Fieth Makes her fend for herself By pushing just enough To get a decision. It’s fine, Frustrating or not, As she pushes herself up and off. Just enough to sit up, Just enough to lean in As she makes a decision at last. Her lips part And she kisses Fiethsing. A moan escapes her, A desperate plea Muffled as Fieth’s tongue meets hers And as Fieth’s hand crawls up her front. Up her front, to her shoulder To her neck, Thumb rubbing idly, intently. Intoxicating, it’s intoxicating That sensation and more As she leans forward the more, Body pressed Against Fieth’s. Fieth who takes hold of her waist With a free arm And pulls her forward and up To get her standing. Two bodies, pressed together. The kiss deepens, Desperate all the more. Her hands snake up Fieth’s back And her nails dig into Fieth’s back. Fieth who breaks the kiss As she lets out a hiss Of pained satisfaction And who looks down At her As she buries her face Into her chest. She’s coming undone. She’s starting to cry. She’s clinging as she can, Telling herself Over and over That it’s fine. It’s fine And Fieth’s here Resting her cheek Against her head And with her hand Stroking her hair And her other Holding her firmly, Tightly Just as she needs. Just as she needs Until she needs more, More than a hug And fingers in her hair. She slips away, Steps on back One step, then two Until a boot clicks against her desk. She looks on Eyes pleading As she looks on at her Her shirtless lover standing there Unsure now of what she wants But so sure of what she wants. More, her. So Fieth steps forward herself Hands taking to her dress, Undoing the buttons As Zero tries to slip out of it. Abandoning it on the floor, Her bra goes there next And her underwear And her boots too. It all goes Until she is laid bare For Fieth to look upon. Fieth who doesn’t strip entirely, Keeping her skirt on And her boots too. She dips down into her neck, Pressing her lips against That flesh Vulnerable, sensitive Enough to elicit a sigh. Enough to get a roll of the hips. Just enough And not enough As she buries her fingers Into Fieth’s hair. Pulling, stroking, Needing simply to feel Her and only her. The her that slips a hand Right between her thighs Right then, right there. A finger searching, A finger finding Just how wet she is. A finger searching, A finger finding Just how hard her **** is. Zero finds too Once again Just how skilled Fieth is. How Fieth can circle her **** Just the right way, just firm enough. Enough to get her biting her lip And resting her forehead Into Fieth’s shoulder As she comes apart In her hands. It’s fine As her knees grow weak And her breathing quickens. It’s fine as Fieth slides a finger in And a second. The welcome stretch, The familiar tension Makes her shiver As Fieth reaches deeper, Deeper inside And as Fieth pulls out And pushes back in. She pulls her head back, And lets out a moan Saying her name As she pulls her hair. God she’s near, God she’s close, God she’s in. In her Both in body and soul And it’s all she can do But say her name again And again. A fevered plea As she begs for more, Begs for her. As doubts begin to clear And leave Just for a time. Just right here, right now And it’s fine. Fieth pulls out again This time fully Leaving a dull ache, An urgent need for more. She wants to swear at her, She wants to beg to her To go back. Back in, Take her right there. She needs it, needs her. Desperately. Fieth doesn’t though. She grabs Zero’s thighs And lifts as she can. And she gets it Though she’d rather not. Rather not wait, But she does wait and she knows And she shifts her weight Until she’s seated right on her desk, Until she’s pressed down on her desk. Fingers out of Fieth’s hair She gropes at hard wood That’s cold against her back While the warmth burns Between her legs. She looks at her, Looks to her. Fieth’s hands rest on her thighs As she looks back Right at her, Like she sees right through her. Because she does, She always does. A hand travels up her thigh Tracing a finger across her body. A touch electric, But not enough. Not enough but enough To get her speaking, to get her begging. “Fieth, please.” But Fieth just grins, Feeling her ******* Admiring the look in her eyes. “Fieth please just stop looking, Just this once and **** me.” The words excite And torment And her cheeks burn red, More ashamed to say it Than have it happen. Yet The word she hears back isn’t a yes. It’s “No.” It’s fine Isn’t it? What had she done? What could she have done? Is it ending here, now? Is it ending with still more to go? What could she have done, What could have Fieth have done? Her fears come quick And they’re tossed aside quick As Fiethsing’s grin widens And she says “I’ve got a better idea.” That’s fine. More than fine. Fine as Fieth bends down Hand resting against the desk, The other heading right back down To her thighs. Right back to part her lips And then she feels her lips And she feels her tongue Against her **** Her fears are dashed Right against the wall And she lets out a cry, A trembling moan. So satisfied, yet not at all As Fiethsing traces her **** With her tongue. As Fiethsing ***** at her **** She claws, she scrabbles Searching for purchase on the desk. Which can’t be found And she can’t find words As she bucks her hips Against Fiethsing’s mouth. Not concerned about noise, Not concerned about poise Her worries gone entirely And only this moment exists. Only their bodies so close Yet not close enough. Time fades, distance fades. A finger slips in again, Then two, then three But Fieth pulls her head up Just to get it all situated. Just to get it right. Zero whines, “Fiethsing please. ” It’s more than fine As Fieth dips back down And Zero grabs wildly Looking for something to hold To touch. All the better if it’s her, If it’s Fieth and it is, Her hair. Her hair that Zero ***** into her fist, Her hair that she pulls upon As the tension builds, As the ache grows. Until at last it rolls over, A rush of sensation And feeling That shakes her body And gets her to cry out Impassioned, fevered ramblings About her, about her, God just her. Just. Fiethsing. And it’s fine As Fieth keeps working at her Through the ****** Past the ****** And into the pain Of too much sensation, too much. She moans, she whines. She begs, she even swears And she bangs a fist on her desk To stifle the pain, the pleasure. Fiethsing slides out And sits on up And she laughs and prods Right at her thigh. “I bet even Milest heard that.” What can she do But roll her eyes And groan in exasperation At that comment. What can she do But be glad Glad deep down for it, For it all. Glad enough that she sits up, Glad enough that she hugs Fieth. “It’s fine.”
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Apr 23, 2018
Apr 23, 2018 at 3:40 PM UTC
aondeug
The mask's on the desk
It’s fine Is what she tells everyone This day Like so many others. Fears run through her, Her mind a mess of possibility Infinite in number and horror. Deaths here. Failures there. Maybe a grave injury at best. Can they best this foe? Is this the end of the Sages? Is this the end of the world? She ponders this Over a cup of coffee Poured by Moojdart, All concern and bother. It’s fine Is what she says as she slinks off, Telling Mooj again and again Don’t worry, don’t worry It’s fine, She can handle it. She always can, she always must. Grus is worried too And Milest And even their leader Who’s normally too vain to care. She brushes past them all To go and hide away As she tries to fix it, As she runs through bad ends In search of a single good. She can’t find one Or even the hint of one No matter how hard she picks At the threads of potentiality. There’s only more worries, Only more failures, Which darken the flame of Hope Burning inside Which she clings to so stubbornly Even though it’s not her natural Will. She’s got to. She’s got to cling, Got to be strong. She’ll fix it, she will. There’s a knock at her door And it opens Before she can even say no Because that’s just how Fiethsing is, Because that’s just how little she cares. Really it’s amazing she knocked, But there you go. You never can guess with her, But Zero can know she’s annoyed. She snaps at her. An admonition, a demand To go, to leave. That you shouldn’t just barge in “I mean really, Fieth,” And it’s fine anyway. It’s always fine. But that’s not what she came for. So she claims. She’s just here to find a book, Steal it more like, Like she always does And Zero’ll never see it again. It’s just a ploy anyway, It’s just a ploy thankfully, Unfortunately. Fieth sets in on the search, Looking for a book And not speaking a word more, Of concern or otherwise. She’s simply an annoyance That rummages through her things After barging into her space. Fieth’s one that’ll be ignored. Has to be, must be. So she drinks her coffee And goes to reading, Or more like looking at pages As the words blur together From fear Now tinted with anger. It’s fine And Fiethsing sighs Finally feeling fit To make a sound And even words. “Wow, it’s hot. Don’t you think so, Zero?” There’s more sound too Of rustling clothes Falling off Onto the floor. A shirt gone, More than likely. Still searching too. She pays no mind, As little as she can. She has a book to not read. A book to not read As a thought invades her mind Of what Fieth must look like. ******* and slick with sweat As she digs through her shelves Musing to herself, “Oh it’s not here either, oh dear.” There’s a book to not read As an image invades her mind Of a hug, Of a kiss, A touch, anything. Contact, warm and simple. Memories flood And imaginings more As she has a book to not read. Still it’s fine, Just fine. She’ll just read and think On all the ways the world can end Because that’s better. Better than admitting she’s scared, Better than admitting she needs help. Help of any sort. A talk, advice, a decision Or a pair of arms Wrapped around her waist As she falls apart Just for a moment. “Oh, there it is!” Rings out Fieth’s sing song tone And she trots on over, For once bothering to walk And not float. Just so she’ll hear, Just so she’ll know. It’s a kindness but it doesn’t feel like it, More like a threat That makes her sigh Heavy and hard In frustration As she turns around to see Fieth ******* and grinning. It’s enough to make her sick. With fury. With fear. With want. She holds out her book Arm outstretched As far as it can go, A barrier between them both. She doesn’t want to play this game, She wants to play this game. Fieth takes the book with glee And a pleased, “Thank you!” Before she rambles on and on About dull history being her passion Don’t you know, Zero? It’s charming, It’s cute And she just wants her gone. Gone and away With her mirth, Infectious as always, And her plans, Impish as always. So she turns back around And grabs another book. Another thing to not read As she tells herself That it’s fine. It’s fine As Fieth steps forward and rests a hand on her Gripping her shoulder. It’s fine When she says, “I went a bit far Didn’t I, Zero?” Which she did But it’s fine And it’s not. It wasn’t far enough, not close enough. She didn’t just grab her Right there, right then. She didn’t just force her down Against her desk And whisper in her ear Just what she’ll do to her. So she falls to her side Just far enough To fall back into Fieth, Head resting right between her ******* The grip becomes a hug, Arm wrapping firmly around Her frightened frame, So frail, Right now, right here. “It’s fine,” She says again. This time it’s the truth, And a lie And she closes her eyes And she melts Right there, right then In Fiethsing’s arms, Though she wants nothing more Than to chase her off. “Just need a moment?” Fieth asks With a sincerity That she so often lacks. She’s not going to run off. She’s not going to lie. She’s not going to force the matter Even if Zero wants her to. It’s frustrating, The fiendish way that Fieth Makes her fend for herself By pushing just enough To get a decision. It’s fine, Frustrating or not, As she pushes herself up and off. Just enough to sit up, Just enough to lean in As she makes a decision at last. Her lips part And she kisses Fiethsing. A moan escapes her, A desperate plea Muffled as Fieth’s tongue meets hers And as Fieth’s hand crawls up her front. Up her front, to her shoulder To her neck, Thumb rubbing idly, intently. Intoxicating, it’s intoxicating That sensation and more As she leans forward the more, Body pressed Against Fieth’s. Fieth who takes hold of her waist With a free arm And pulls her forward and up To get her standing. Two bodies, pressed together. The kiss deepens, Desperate all the more. Her hands snake up Fieth’s back And her nails dig into Fieth’s back. Fieth who breaks the kiss As she lets out a hiss Of pained satisfaction And who looks down At her As she buries her face Into her chest. She’s coming undone. She’s starting to cry. She’s clinging as she can, Telling herself Over and over That it’s fine. It’s fine And Fieth’s here Resting her cheek Against her head And with her hand Stroking her hair And her other Holding her firmly, Tightly Just as she needs. Just as she needs Until she needs more, More than a hug And fingers in her hair. She slips away, Steps on back One step, then two Until a boot clicks against her desk. She looks on Eyes pleading As she looks on at her Her shirtless lover standing there Unsure now of what she wants But so sure of what she wants. More, her. So Fieth steps forward herself Hands taking to her dress, Undoing the buttons As Zero tries to slip out of it. Abandoning it on the floor, Her bra goes there next And her underwear And her boots too. It all goes Until she is laid bare For Fieth to look upon. Fieth who doesn’t strip entirely, Keeping her skirt on And her boots too. She dips down into her neck, Pressing her lips against That flesh Vulnerable, sensitive Enough to elicit a sigh. Enough to get a roll of the hips. Just enough And not enough As she buries her fingers Into Fieth’s hair. Pulling, stroking, Needing simply to feel Her and only her. The her that slips a hand Right between her thighs Right then, right there. A finger searching, A finger finding Just how wet she is. A finger searching, A finger finding Just how hard her **** is. Zero finds too Once again Just how skilled Fieth is. How Fieth can circle her **** Just the right way, just firm enough. Enough to get her biting her lip And resting her forehead Into Fieth’s shoulder As she comes apart In her hands. It’s fine As her knees grow weak And her breathing quickens. It’s fine as Fieth slides a finger in And a second. The welcome stretch, The familiar tension Makes her shiver As Fieth reaches deeper, Deeper inside And as Fieth pulls out And pushes back in. She pulls her head back, And lets out a moan Saying her name As she pulls her hair. God she’s near, God she’s close, God she’s in. In her Both in body and soul And it’s all she can do But say her name again And again. A fevered plea As she begs for more, Begs for her. As doubts begin to clear And leave Just for a time. Just right here, right now And it’s fine. Fieth pulls out again This time fully Leaving a dull ache, An urgent need for more. She wants to swear at her, She wants to beg to her To go back. Back in, Take her right there. She needs it, needs her. Desperately. Fieth doesn’t though. She grabs Zero’s thighs And lifts as she can. And she gets it Though she’d rather not. Rather not wait, But she does wait and she knows And she shifts her weight Until she’s seated right on her desk, Until she’s pressed down on her desk. Fingers out of Fieth’s hair She gropes at hard wood That’s cold against her back While the warmth burns Between her legs. She looks at her, Looks to her. Fieth’s hands rest on her thighs As she looks back Right at her, Like she sees right through her. Because she does, She always does. A hand travels up her thigh Tracing a finger across her body. A touch electric, But not enough. Not enough but enough To get her speaking, to get her begging. “Fieth, please.” But Fieth just grins, Feeling her ******* Admiring the look in her eyes. “Fieth please just stop looking, Just this once and **** me.” The words excite And torment And her cheeks burn red, More ashamed to say it Than have it happen. Yet The word she hears back isn’t a yes. It’s “No.” It’s fine Isn’t it? What had she done? What could she have done? Is it ending here, now? Is it ending with still more to go? What could she have done, What could have Fieth have done? Her fears come quick And they’re tossed aside quick As Fiethsing’s grin widens And she says “I’ve got a better idea.” That’s fine. More than fine. Fine as Fieth bends down Hand resting against the desk, The other heading right back down To her thighs. Right back to part her lips And then she feels her lips And she feels her tongue Against her **** Her fears are dashed Right against the wall And she lets out a cry, A trembling moan. So satisfied, yet not at all As Fiethsing traces her **** With her tongue. As Fiethsing ***** at her **** She claws, she scrabbles Searching for purchase on the desk. Which can’t be found And she can’t find words As she bucks her hips Against Fiethsing’s mouth. Not concerned about noise, Not concerned about poise Her worries gone entirely And only this moment exists. Only their bodies so close Yet not close enough. Time fades, distance fades. A finger slips in again, Then two, then three But Fieth pulls her head up Just to get it all situated. Just to get it right. Zero whines, “Fiethsing please. ” It’s more than fine As Fieth dips back down And Zero grabs wildly Looking for something to hold To touch. All the better if it’s her, If it’s Fieth and it is, Her hair. Her hair that Zero ***** into her fist, Her hair that she pulls upon As the tension builds, As the ache grows. Until at last it rolls over, A rush of sensation And feeling That shakes her body And gets her to cry out Impassioned, fevered ramblings About her, about her, God just her. Just. Fiethsing. And it’s fine As Fieth keeps working at her Through the ****** Past the ****** And into the pain Of too much sensation, too much. She moans, she whines. She begs, she even swears And she bangs a fist on her desk To stifle the pain, the pleasure. Fiethsing slides out And sits on up And she laughs and prods Right at her thigh. “I bet even Milest heard that.” What can she do But roll her eyes And groan in exasperation At that comment. What can she do But be glad Glad deep down for it, For it all. Glad enough that she sits up, Glad enough that she hugs Fieth. “It’s fine.”
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“Fiethsing, no,” Is something she hears a lot From lots of people. Almerius, Grus, Mooj, even Milest. Most often though She hears it from her: Zero. “Fiethsing, no Get off the ceiling,” As though there’s any better Place to be read a book Than up, up high, High as can be And free from all, Distractions And the ground. “Fiethsing, no Chicken’s not food,” Is really curt Though it was just a joke And not in front of Kaguya Because she’s not cruel. The rabbit heard though, She thinks. One can't trust them they know too much. “Fiethsing, no You need to stay,” She might dread most Because it’s true And she knows it. But she won’t stay And Zero knows it. So they’ll fight, Either here or later. But they will One way or another. They know that. “Fiethsing, no I really don’t want your help,” Isn’t any better. It might even be worse, Because it’s clear she does When she needs it. Tense and worried, Far too much on her mind, But Zero keeps on pushing and pushing, And hides away As Fiethsing frets More than most guess. “Fiethsing, no Please don’t go. Stay. Please,” Is the worst. Her desperate pleas And that look in her eyes, Paranoid and fearing Even though she’d never leave. She’ll wander, yes. A lot, even. She’ll always stay though At moments like this When Zero comes apart, Incapable of believing that. Or much else. "Fiethsing, no you really don't get it," is what she keeps on about arguing on and on with herself more than her. Her mind plays tricks and she seems so far away and all Fiethsing can do is sit there and stay. She can't argue with Zero not like this, but she can stick around even as she tears herself apart. "Fiethsing, no I guess you have a point," now that's more like it. A sign that the tide's receding. She's coming back down and she's coming back around. The fear's there still and they know it the both of them, but Zero's making it bit by bit back to her. “Fiethsing, no I think I’m fine now,” Is the best to hear When she’s resting her head Against her Worn out and exhausted But finally grounded again, Finally believing again That she won’t leave, That she’d never dream of it. She hears it a lot “Fiethsing, no,” And she can’t imagine it otherwise.
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Apr 30, 2018
Apr 30, 2018 at 5:55 AM UTC
aondeug
Fiethsing, can you not
“Fiethsing, no,” Is something she hears a lot From lots of people. Almerius, Grus, Mooj, even Milest. Most often though She hears it from her: Zero. “Fiethsing, no Get off the ceiling,” As though there’s any better Place to be read a book Than up, up high, High as can be And free from all, Distractions And the ground. “Fiethsing, no Chicken’s not food,” Is really curt Though it was just a joke And not in front of Kaguya Because she’s not cruel. The rabbit heard though, She thinks. One can't trust them they know too much. “Fiethsing, no You need to stay,” She might dread most Because it’s true And she knows it. But she won’t stay And Zero knows it. So they’ll fight, Either here or later. But they will One way or another. They know that. “Fiethsing, no I really don’t want your help,” Isn’t any better. It might even be worse, Because it’s clear she does When she needs it. Tense and worried, Far too much on her mind, But Zero keeps on pushing and pushing, And hides away As Fiethsing frets More than most guess. “Fiethsing, no Please don’t go. Stay. Please,” Is the worst. Her desperate pleas And that look in her eyes, Paranoid and fearing Even though she’d never leave. She’ll wander, yes. A lot, even. She’ll always stay though At moments like this When Zero comes apart, Incapable of believing that. Or much else. "Fiethsing, no you really don't get it," is what she keeps on about arguing on and on with herself more than her. Her mind plays tricks and she seems so far away and all Fiethsing can do is sit there and stay. She can't argue with Zero not like this, but she can stick around even as she tears herself apart. "Fiethsing, no I guess you have a point," now that's more like it. A sign that the tide's receding. She's coming back down and she's coming back around. The fear's there still and they know it the both of them, but Zero's making it bit by bit back to her. “Fiethsing, no I think I’m fine now,” Is the best to hear When she’s resting her head Against her Worn out and exhausted But finally grounded again, Finally believing again That she won’t leave, That she’d never dream of it. She hears it a lot “Fiethsing, no,” And she can’t imagine it otherwise.
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