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Okay! Hi, I am obsessed with Disney and fairytales and no one has written anything. So, here we go! (all characters are 18+)

EVERYONE CAN ADD TO THIS

 

Fandom: Beauty and the Beast

Author: Sneezy123

“Let’s dance the night away.”

“In the rain?”

“What could be more romantic?” Adam asked. He snaked his arm around Belle’s slender hips and guided her near the castle gates. Belle looked up at the bleak sky and squinted as the grey overcast poured down gallons of water. She smiled.

“Why not?”

Belle knew she would grow to regret to agreeing to Adam’s shenanigans when they walked inside and he couldn’t cease the shivers.

“I often forget that I’ve shed the fur. Being human again has rendered me much more temperature sensitive, my love.” Adam shuddered and shifted even closer to the roaring fire.

“Sir,” Belle turned and Adam opened his eyes that he was unaware had drifted shut. It was Lumiere. “Mrs. Potts made you another cup of tea.” The man set down the small teacup. He and Belle shared a glance, before looking over Adam again. The prince was dreadfully flushed and his eyes looked tired.

“Master, are you alright?” Lumiere questioned. Adam bristled, straightening in a way Lumiere hadn’t seen since he was a Beast and he felt himself tense with fear.

Hhrr…” A guttural low snarl came from the prince. This caused Belle to take a step back.

“M-Master?”

Hh’rXTSCHhOOuh!” Adam snapped forward with an uncovered sneeze. He was still working on getting his sneeze back to human proportions.

Oh, bless you!”  Belle crept closer and placed a hand on his forehead. She tsk’ed.

Just behind her, Chip ran into the room, and Mrs. Potts followed slowly behind him as did Cogsworth and Babette.

“I heard an incredible roar coming from in here!” Mrs. Potts exclaimed.

“Is the Beast back? Oh me, oh my, am I turning back into a clock? I feel so tightly wound!”

“It was like an explosion!”

“Behave, Chip.”

“Sorry ma…”

“Is that ugly Beast back? I am so tired of dusting fur.” Babette sighed.

“Everyone, everyone, please!” Belle silenced the crowd. “There’s no beast. Just a very sick prince. Silly Adam.”

ihh’rrDGZTshOO! I will admit,” Adam sniffled sheepishly when the entire room jumped at the noise. “Dancing in the rain wasn’t my brightest idea.”

“Not all all.” Belle kissed his cheek and handed him his cup of tea.

“It our duty to care for Monsiuer. Everyone to work! Chop, chop!” Lumiere ushered the staff out of the common room and into the kitchen.

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Fandom: Tangled 

Author: Sneezy123

Hands. Hands were everywhere.

His chest.

His back.

Her thighs.

In her hair.

Hot breath on her neck. A hickey.

She nipped at his lips and was satisfied with a small yelp. Flynn pedaled her backwards, bumping into a wall, the doorway, the bed post. Their lips brushed, she tasted of wine, he tasted of whiskey. She giggled and Flynn tore off his own shirt.

Blondie,” Flynn moved in to kiss Rapunzel again but was stopped by her hand, pushing him away. “Blondie?”

“S-Sorry...hh’tchui!” Rapunzel’s head bobbed with a dainty sneeze. Flynn erupted into laughter and collapsed on the bed beside her.

“Gods bless you, Your Highness.”

“Than--...Tha--hh...eh’tchieww!” Rapunzel balled her fists and exhaled sharply with frustration.

“Where’s this little sneeze attack coming from?” Flynn slurred, pressing a kiss to her cheek. Rapunzel blushed and hiccuped.

“I don’t know! Hh’kxxt!” Rapunzel rubbed her nose before giggling drunkenly.

“You’re so cute, blondie.”

“Shut up, Flynn.”

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9 minutes ago, Sneezy123 said:

Beauty and the Beast

Loved this story ❤️

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Oh I'm 1000000% here for this! 

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UM HI THIS IS GREAT

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wmb19

Love this! Can I add if it's not a drabble? I've written some short ones for Frozen but they're not quite drabble-sized. 

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7 hours ago, wmb19 said:

Love this! Can I add if it's not a drabble? I've written some short ones for Frozen but they're not quite drabble-sized. 

Absolutely! I would love that! 

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On 3/12/2019 at 6:42 PM, Ashlex said:

UM HI THIS IS GREAT

UM HELLO THANK YOU LOVE

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Fandom: Princess and the Frog

Author: Sneezy123

 

“Tiana.”

“Mm?”

“Tiana?”

“Yes?”

Tiiiiana!”

“What do you want, Naveen?”

“Tia-”

Tiana whirled in her chair, away from her desk in the bedroom. She set down the tablet that held the design for her new menu.

“What?”

“I think I’m dying.” As if to prove his point, Naveen collapsed back against the throne of pillows in the bed. “I can’t breathe out of my nose,” he sniffed, “my head aches, my eyes hurt, my throat burns. This is the end. I’ve been caught up in some evil hoodoo-voodoo mess.”

“You’re so dramatic.” Tiana laughed and took a seat on the edge of the bed. The Prince was beautiful, his caramel skin and dark hair and eyes but he was definitely sick. He was flushed and his curly hair stood wildly over his head. She had never seen him so disheveled before. It was endearing.

“Don’t laugh at me, while death is upon me!” Naveen croaked, rubbing his nose against the blanket. “hh’gTSCHhh!” He snapped forward with a sneeze.

“Oh! Bless you.” Tiana hummed. “I have a proposal.”

hh’ihTSkhh! Huh?”

“If you let me finish the menu design I was working on--”

“‘nxgTshh! Mes démangeaisons de nez!” He slipped into his native tongue.

“I’ll make you some of my papa’s famous gumbo and you’ll feel better in no time!” She finished her offer with a bright smile, hoping to coax Naveen into silence so she could continue her work for her restaurant.

“Ooh, you magke a codvinci’g argubent, mby love.” Naveen pondered his options. “Promise to cuddle mbe too?”

“Fine.”

“Thed we have a deal.”

 

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11 hours ago, Sneezy123 said:

Absolutely! I would love that! 

Alright, thanks!! Upon looking at it I see that they're both thousands of words over the size of a drabble, so maybe I'll split them up? Here's part one then of one of them:

 

It all started out in the gardens.

A fluffy, white ball of fur ambling about through the rose bushes - Anna simply couldn’t resist.

She scooped it up immediately, squealing with glee as its little nails scrabbled to gain purchase in her arms to jump out from her imprisoning grip.

“Kristoff, look!” She exclaimed. “Look how cute! And fluffy!”

It was cute, Kristoff had to admit. He scratched under the cat’s chin- Sven liked when he did that, too.

“It’s funny,” he said, “I’ve been seeing a lot of cats and kittens around Arendelle lately. The docks, the city center, out in the woods…it must be breeding season.”

The look on Anna’s face made him regret his words- he knew what was coming from those wide blue eyes, her mouth hanging open.

“More?!” She exclaimed. “What’re we doing? Let’s go find some cats!”

Anna,” Kristoff started, trying to make her look before she leapt, for once. “Let’s think about this. Can you keep animals in the castle? Will Elsa let you keep animals in the castle?”

“First off,” she began, “they’re cats, or pets, not animals.” Kristoff rolled his eyes. “Secondly, of course Elsa would let me keep them! She loves animals!”

“She does?”

“Well, uh, yeah! Yeah, sure she does! Why wouldn’t Elsa love animals?”

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And so it began- Anna dragged Kristoff around the city of Arendelle to show her where he had been seeing all the cats and kittens recently. They’d scoop them up, one by one, and take them back to the castle, where Anna instructed some serving girls to give them some milk and meat and let them have the run of the place.

By the time they were done, they had procured ten of the furry animals and it was already well past dinner time. Exhausted from their chase throughout the day, the two settled down in Anna’s room with some of the kittens they picked up earlier and made themselves a picnic on the bed to refuel.

“So…,” Kristoff began, running his hands over one of the calico cats who purred contentedly, “when’re you going to ask Elsa about this?”

“You mean when am I going to tell Elsa,” Anna started, looking up from tickling the tummy of a small orange kitten that was probably a runt. “I’m a princess you know, I don’t have to get my older sister’s permission for everything - I have the right to make royal decisions and decrees too!” She stuck her nose up in the air to feign importance. Kristoff rolled his eyes.

“Yeah ok, we’ll see about that.”

“I’ll let her know tomorrow when I see her, whenever that may be.”

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As it turned out, the sisters wouldn’t meet again until dinner the next night, which Elsa found herself looking forward to immensely after a day full of never-ending paperwork and research and tiresome meetings. Such as this one, with the Swedish diplomat.

He was overall pleasant, at least. Intelligent and honest, unlike most she met with. She actually found in herself the desire to impress him, for once. She wanted their countries to work together and she had to do her very best to make him want to trade with her people. Good impressions, and all.

Unfortunately, she was quite afraid that there wouldn’t be a good impression of her to be had, regardless of how hard she tried. And oh, how she tried!

But there was an unrelenting tickle spreading up the back of her throat and into her nose and it was merciless. She tried to clear her throat without being too obvious, and was wiggling her nose and flaring her nostrils to ward off the burning sensation that had been growing steadily for the past half hour without looking like she had facial tics. She didn’t think she was succeeding.

“Your majesty, are you alright?”

Nope- definitely not succeeding.

She swiped a hand at her nose and sniffed surreptitiously. “Yes, I’m sorry, I’m fine. Please, continue.”

As the Swede continued to list potential items to trade and for what rates he’d consider an exchange, Elsa found she could no longer focus on his words. The prickling was growing stronger, and she knew that soon enough she’d break out into a sneezing fit- and worse, a small snowstorm to boot.

She pressed a few fingers under her nose, rubbing , but the contact just seemed to make it worse. She just barely had enough time to twist her body away from the diplomat and lift her arm to sneeze into her elbow.

“HehTSHOO! Aaatshoo!” She took a few hitching breaths, eyes watering. Why here, why now?! “Hah-eh-ehTSHOO!”

She continued with two more fits, almost laughing at the fact that Anna was right after all- she did sneeze in threes, apparently. Her eyes were watering from the exertion and she couldn’t make out the diplomat’s face over her outburst.

At least she hadn’t sprayed him- but unfortunately he was covered in a light dusting of snow from her fit. Elsa’s cheeks flushed darkly as she took in the scene of the room.  

“I’m so sorry!” She exclaimed, quickly waving a hand to remove all traces of snow. “I must be coming down with a cold.” She excused herself briefly to pull herself together before finishing their discussion. Throughout the remainder of the meeting, she continued to attempt to hide the endless tickling she was feeling, though ever since her sneezing she felt her irritation was only growing stronger. How could she be coming down with another cold already? Anna’s birthday was only three months ago!

 

 

 

Also I looove your Tangled one- so adorable!! The two of them are so cute together :)

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4 hours ago, wmb19 said:

Alright, thanks!! Upon looking at it I see that they're both thousands of words over the size of a drabble, so maybe I'll split them up? Here's part one then of one of them:

 

It all started out in the gardens.

A fluffy, white ball of fur ambling about through the rose bushes - Anna simply couldn’t resist.

She scooped it up immediately, squealing with glee as its little nails scrabbled to gain purchase in her arms to jump out from her imprisoning grip.

“Kristoff, look!” She exclaimed. “Look how cute! And fluffy!”

It was cute, Kristoff had to admit. He scratched under the cat’s chin- Sven liked when he did that, too.

“It’s funny,” he said, “I’ve been seeing a lot of cats and kittens around Arendelle lately. The docks, the city center, out in the woods…it must be breeding season.”

The look on Anna’s face made him regret his words- he knew what was coming from those wide blue eyes, her mouth hanging open.

“More?!” She exclaimed. “What’re we doing? Let’s go find some cats!”

Anna,” Kristoff started, trying to make her look before she leapt, for once. “Let’s think about this. Can you keep animals in the castle? Will Elsa let you keep animals in the castle?”

“First off,” she began, “they’re cats, or pets, not animals.” Kristoff rolled his eyes. “Secondly, of course Elsa would let me keep them! She loves animals!”

“She does?”

“Well, uh, yeah! Yeah, sure she does! Why wouldn’t Elsa love animals?”

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And so it began- Anna dragged Kristoff around the city of Arendelle to show her where he had been seeing all the cats and kittens recently. They’d scoop them up, one by one, and take them back to the castle, where Anna instructed some serving girls to give them some milk and meat and let them have the run of the place.

By the time they were done, they had procured ten of the furry animals and it was already well past dinner time. Exhausted from their chase throughout the day, the two settled down in Anna’s room with some of the kittens they picked up earlier and made themselves a picnic on the bed to refuel.

“So…,” Kristoff began, running his hands over one of the calico cats who purred contentedly, “when’re you going to ask Elsa about this?”

“You mean when am I going to tell Elsa,” Anna started, looking up from tickling the tummy of a small orange kitten that was probably a runt. “I’m a princess you know, I don’t have to get my older sister’s permission for everything - I have the right to make royal decisions and decrees too!” She stuck her nose up in the air to feign importance. Kristoff rolled his eyes.

“Yeah ok, we’ll see about that.”

“I’ll let her know tomorrow when I see her, whenever that may be.”

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As it turned out, the sisters wouldn’t meet again until dinner the next night, which Elsa found herself looking forward to immensely after a day full of never-ending paperwork and research and tiresome meetings. Such as this one, with the Swedish diplomat.

He was overall pleasant, at least. Intelligent and honest, unlike most she met with. She actually found in herself the desire to impress him, for once. She wanted their countries to work together and she had to do her very best to make him want to trade with her people. Good impressions, and all.

Unfortunately, she was quite afraid that there wouldn’t be a good impression of her to be had, regardless of how hard she tried. And oh, how she tried!

But there was an unrelenting tickle spreading up the back of her throat and into her nose and it was merciless. She tried to clear her throat without being too obvious, and was wiggling her nose and flaring her nostrils to ward off the burning sensation that had been growing steadily for the past half hour without looking like she had facial tics. She didn’t think she was succeeding.

“Your majesty, are you alright?”

Nope- definitely not succeeding.

She swiped a hand at her nose and sniffed surreptitiously. “Yes, I’m sorry, I’m fine. Please, continue.”

As the Swede continued to list potential items to trade and for what rates he’d consider an exchange, Elsa found she could no longer focus on his words. The prickling was growing stronger, and she knew that soon enough she’d break out into a sneezing fit- and worse, a small snowstorm to boot.

She pressed a few fingers under her nose, rubbing , but the contact just seemed to make it worse. She just barely had enough time to twist her body away from the diplomat and lift her arm to sneeze into her elbow.

“HehTSHOO! Aaatshoo!” She took a few hitching breaths, eyes watering. Why here, why now?! “Hah-eh-ehTSHOO!”

She continued with two more fits, almost laughing at the fact that Anna was right after all- she did sneeze in threes, apparently. Her eyes were watering from the exertion and she couldn’t make out the diplomat’s face over her outburst.

At least she hadn’t sprayed him- but unfortunately he was covered in a light dusting of snow from her fit. Elsa’s cheeks flushed darkly as she took in the scene of the room.  

“I’m so sorry!” She exclaimed, quickly waving a hand to remove all traces of snow. “I must be coming down with a cold.” She excused herself briefly to pull herself together before finishing their discussion. Throughout the remainder of the meeting, she continued to attempt to hide the endless tickling she was feeling, though ever since her sneezing she felt her irritation was only growing stronger. How could she be coming down with another cold already? Anna’s birthday was only three months ago!

 

 

 

Also I looove your Tangled one- so adorable!! The two of them are so cute together :)

This is so cute! I love it. Please keep adding to it! ♥️

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On 3/14/2019 at 2:08 PM, Sneezy123 said:

This is so cute! I love it. Please keep adding to it! ♥️

Thanks! Here's the next part: 

After a quick stroll outside after her last meeting, Elsa was feeling much better in the cool air. Maybe it wasn’t a cold, after all, and just a passing irritation? Whatever it was, she would just enjoy her meal with Anna and Kristoff and see how she felt in the morning. It’s not like a Queen could take a sick day, anyway.

“So, Elsa, I have some exciting news!” Anna began at the dining table.

Exciting for Anna didn’t always mean exciting to Elsa, so she awaited her sister’s pronouncement with baited breath. “Alright, which is?”

“You and I are the proud owners of the ten newest royals!” She exclaimed.

Kristoff met Elsa’s confused stare with a smirk and a shake of his head. “Anna, tell her what you really mean.”

“Ok, ok, jeez! We’re cat mommies, Elsa! Kristoff and I found ten yesterday and brought them back with us to the castle to live!”

Elsa froze, startled. “Cats?”

“Yes, aren’t you listening? Cats! They were all alone and abandoned out there with no one to feed them or play with them. So now we’ll be their family! Oh, and half of them are kittens, too, Elsa- they’re SO adorable! There’s even a little orange one that’s a runt and I’ve been feeding him from a bottle, and there’s one that’s so big and fluffy and-“

Anna.” Elsa interrupted, her hands curling in her napkin. “I’m sorry, but they can’t stay. I’m allergic to cats.”

What?! Since when?”

“Since I was a child at least,” Elsa explained. “When I was…eleven?” She squinted, trying to remember, “Mama and Papa brought me a kitten in my room to keep me company.”

She sighed and smiled wistfully at the memory. “I loved that ball of fur. I finally had someone to play with and when it got cold he would just snuggle up to me. But after a few hours it was clear that I couldn’t keep him. I just couldn’t stop sneezing and I just felt so ill. I don’t really remember much besides that it was more than a full day before Mama and Papa had time to come back to visit me-“ she held a hand over her mouth in what seemed like horror and laughter that started bursting out of her- “they said when they came in I was as red as a tomato!”

Anna’s eyes grew big as saucers- what had she done?

“I thought maybe I would grow out of it, but apparently I didn’t - that explains earlier.”

“Earlier?” Kristoff and Anna parroted.

“Yes- I kept sneezing all through my meeting with the Swedish diplomat. I thought I had caught a cold again!”

“Damn,” Anna replied, her face falling at Elsa’s confession and rolling her eyes when Elsa warned her about her language. “I’m sorry, Elsa.  I had no idea you had allergies. Guess we’re still learning about each other, huh?”

Elsa’s face fell at Anna’s dejected expression. The redhead had rested her head in her hand with her elbow on the table, smooshing her cheek as she pouted. “Kristoff and I will take them somewhere else tonight. We can find good homes for them, right?” She asked Kristoff, her eyes pleading for something hopeful.

"Sure," Kristoff responded, nodding. We can keep them at my place for now, or in the stables until we can find a home for them. Or, you know, just return them to where we found them..."

"No!" Anna shouted, nearly rising from her chair in concern. “We're rescuing them! They need a home! We're not sending them back into the wild with no one to fend for them.”

"Anna, they're cats, they don't need a human to fend for them," Kristoff shot back.

"Anna, wait." Elsa bit her lip. Having the pets clearly made her sister happy. And who was she to take away her sister's happiness- again? It would be selfish of her to make Anna get rid of the cats just because it made her uncomfortable. She loved seeing the excitement on Anna's face - how happy she was to have something to care for and cuddle. Her sister had such warmth and love- it was time to let her share it with others. Maybe there was some kind of solution that would work for both of them.

"Maybe...maybe you can keep them. We can make it work."

"What?" Anna furrowed her eyebrows, shaking her head at her sister's words. "No, Elsa, you're allergic - like really allergic, it sounds like. I'm not going to make you suffer!"

Elsa tapped her fingers on the table, thinking. "Well, let's try to make this work. We'll keep all the doors closed of the rooms that I frequent so the cats can't get in. I can ask some of the girls to clean more often to get rid of the dander and fur. If I don't come into contact with them much and those areas are cleaned, maybe it won't be so bad."

"Are you sure?"

Elsa hummed, wondering if her suggestions would really make a difference. But look at the hope in Anna's face! Yes, it would be worth it. She would make it work, somehow.

"Absolutely."

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Okay, so maybe it wasn't worth it.

The very next morning, Elsa woke up and almost wished she never had.

Starting with a sneezing fit that lasted minutes but seemed like hours, she was finally able to pull herself out of bed as the sun was just barely beginning its ascent and went to clean herself up. Handkerchiefs, where are they? She knew she had a stash of them somewhere...and she could already tell she was going to need her entire supply of them today.

Looking at herself in the mirror, Elsa groaned. The cats hadn't been in her room yesterday, had they? Why was she so miserable? Her nose was dripping but she was so congested after all her sneezing that sniffling didn't even help. It even looked like her eyes might be a bit swollen. 

Elsa made it to her first meeting just a few minutes late, feeling slightly better after her standard cup of tea which woke her up and soothed her throat. At least she had learned from a young age how to do her own makeup so she didn't look quite so....afflicted.

She thanked Kai as he pulled out her chair, and then began to address her council.

"Good mornig," she started. "Sorry I'b late."

Goodness, is that what I sound like?! Elsa was mortified. Some of the members squinted at her in confusion at the change in her voice. But it couldn't be helped. "By apologies in advance," Elsa thickly began, to ward off the imaginations of her council, "It seebs as though I've caught another cold." She couldn't let them know she was allergic- everyone got sick, it was a natural occurrence that no one could avoid. But allergies? Well, they were for those with weak constitutions and likely unfit to wear the crown.

The meeting, overall, was a productive one. Unfortunately, the Queen was not greatly aware of their successes- she was busy fretting over making sure she didn't seem so obviously ill that her council would get up to leave her contagion.

Her voice was a great embarrassment. She knew how congested she sounded and tried not to talk much and reveal how stuffed up she was. Needless to say, she couldn't breathe through her nose anymore and was trying to control her breathing so she didn't sound like a panting dog sitting at the table.

Her eyes watered at the corners, and oh, how they itched! She was rubbing at them nearly as often as she brought the handkerchief up to her nose, never chancing to let go of the cloth. Heavens, she couldn't look like a five-year old child whose nose needed to be wiped every few minutes!  

But the prickling sensation from yesterday was back, and with a vengeance. Up her throat, into her nasal passages, it tickled like someone was waving a feather around up there.

The men's voices droned on and on like bees, and she felt their buzzing in her nose as the sensation grew stronger. She held her handkerchief to her face and pressed, hoping to relieve the itch.

But it was to no avail. She was prepared, thankfully, and stifled her first fit, turning away from the table with the handkerchief pressed firmly to her face. "Heh-nngt! Nngt! Heh-ngchoo!"

The council stopped their discussion to wait for the Queen to be able to participate once more. But she waved a hand to indicate that they should continue- the unfortunate side effect of stifling was that her sneezing didn't alleviate the itch of the need to sneeze, and she knew it would be another minute or two until her allergies had abated enough to continue a conversation.

After two more fits, Elsa was panting to catch her breath and was losing her ability to stifle a third that was oncoming- and she could no longer concentrate on removing the snow that formed with her sneezes. The men were starting to shiver, shaking the white powder off of their shoes and brushing it off of their heads. She had to leave.

Excusing herself for a moment so she could compose herself in the hallway, Elsa headed towards the door. And there it was- a white cat, seemingly with enough fur and fluff to make a carpet. It was cleaning itself, but looked up and seemed royally pissed off to be startled by the Queen as she passed by to leave the room. I guess Anna forgot to close the doors of the meetings rooms…thank you, dear sister.

Dread settled deep into the pit of her stomach as she came to the realization she had been afraid of- the cats simply had to go.

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