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Arcturus Clinton Warrington, III (mynameisclint) wrote in impetuousrpg,
@ 2011-10-21 18:13:00

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char: clint warrington, char: daphne greengrass

Who: Daphne and Clint
When: Fridays, 10.21.02
Where: Their flat.
What: Alone time and some news.
Status: In Progress
Rating: Language, happy things

Clint was exhausted. It had been a very, very tiring week. He'd been at the hospital since Bell had been brought in Thursday morning. The owl from Marcus had arrived and he'd headed out in the middle of the night, only coming home to shower and then back to Falmouth to run practices and then back to the hospital. He'd hardly seen his wife and was glad his ~~sister~~, well, he was just glad she was alive. The shit that had happened to her was atrocious and she hadn't said a word to anyone. He'd never seen someone look catatonic. She just sat there, staring at the wall. The only sign of life was the rise and fall of her chest and those moments when she'd squeeze Marcus's hand. His mate was torn up over all of it but Katie was strong. She'd come back. He knew she was a tough little bint and he had no doubt in his mind that she'd be back to driving him mental before the year was out. It'd take time, of course. He'd pushed all his emotions aside but now? Now that he was at home, he tried not to focus on what happened to his sister. It was fucking awful. He couldn't even imagine and the idea of any of that happening to any woman? Fucking sick.

Rubbing a hand across the back of his neck, Clint sat in his library, drink in hand. Daphne and Astoria had been up to something and he hadn't wanted to interrupt but he'd dropped a kiss on his wife's forehead and mumbled something before heading to his library. Daph had organized the entire room and he had to admit, it was looking pretty nice. The books were alphabetized by author and in their proper genre's with his first editions taking up half an entire wall. He needed to send something to Katie but flowers and the like just seemed to trivial. He'd send them anyway and maybe a copy of Quidditch weekly. The one where they'd compared her and Marcus and had said that Katie would break his record by the end of the season. That would cheer her up.

Tossing back his drink, he looked up, smiling when Daphne came in. It was strange, this marriage business. But, he'd settled in much better than he'd thought he would. Course, he'd been bred for this life and it shouldn't be that much of a shock. "Hey gorgeous," he said, watching her hold her stupid kitten. That thing followed him around the house whenever he was home. He pulled her into his lap, letting his arms settle around her waist, just content to hold her for a minute. "Did you pick a name for that thing?"

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laurales
2011-10-22 12:53 am UTC (link)

Daphne was surprisingly excited about her new cat. He was a persian and had the grumpiest looking face, but she seriously loved him. Which was weird because she'd never been much of an animal person. Or a people person. Or an anything person, really. Then again, cats were easy. They didn't take nearly the time, devotion, or love that dogs took. And he was surprisingly good company while Clint was gone - which was all the time. He'd been getting along well with Astoria's cat, which was nice, and he definitely didn't hate Clint like Astoria's did. And perhaps the reason she loved him most of all was because he was an incredibly good distraction from just about everything in life lately. Of course, now that her stupid sister in law was all rescued and Marcus wasn't dead or in prison, there was slightly less to need to be distracted from.

She'd nearly forgotten that she'd been spending all week trying to talk to Clint, having gotten distracted with Astoria and the cats (in addition to Clint's being insanely busy with everything), until he'd come in and placed a kiss on her head before walking off. She gave him a few minutes to do whatever it was Clint did when he was actually home before excusing herself from her conversation with Astoria and heading in the direction Clint had gone, bringing her cat with her. She was nervous and there was something about the little fluffball's angry face that seemed to calm her down pretty well.

Walking into the library, she returned Clint's smile, her own growing wider when he called her gorgeous. She hated how much she missed him all the time. They were married and it felt like she rarely saw him. But she supposed that the sort of marriage she'd been bred for wasn't exactly the sort where you were supposed to see your spouse too often. "Hey," she said, letting out a small laugh when he pulled her into his lap. She rested her forehead gently against his as she shook her head. "No. I've just sort of been calling him something different every time I see him," she said with a small shrug. Well, now that she had a moment alone with Clint, she wasn't so sure she had it in her to tell him the news. He'd been so stressed already and what if he wasn't happy about it? Of course, her breasts had already gotten a tiny bit bigger so she could only avoid breaking the news for so long before he started noticing on his own. But he hadn't even wanted to get married so, what if he wasn't ready for anything past that? "What do you think we should call him?" she asked.

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mynameisclint
2011-10-22 01:34 am UTC (link)

Clint looked down at the fluff of grumpy in his wife's arms and shrugged. The thing was ugly as fuck and he had no idea why she'd picked that one out. Plus, it liked to climb up his leg and that was bloody annoying as fuck. However, it made Daphne happy and that's really all that was important and he'd be more than happy to deal with the idiotic cat if she'd smile more often. Running a hand lightly down her hair, he picked up the kitten by the scruff of his neck. "He's ugly as fuck," Clint said, setting him back down, watching him crawl up Daphne. "I have no idea what you'd want to call that thing. At all." He stared at the thing for a second longer, a small grin breaking over his features as his eyes flickered towards his bookshelf.

"Quasimodo," he said, grinning. He was ugly and that was seriously the perfect name. He leaned back, taking a deep breath, trying to clear his head. He hadn't seen Daph in ages. Well, in passing and in bed but that was it. It'd been a long week and he was more than ready to enjoy some down time and with his wife around? That'd be better. He should've arranged to take her out of the country for a while but with all the Bell shite going down, well, there hadn't been time for that. So, maybe they'd head out to one of his father's country homes and just get the fuck away for a bit.

"What'd you have to tell me, love," he murmured, nuzzling her neck. It'd been nearly a week since he'd had sex and he was more than ready to lay his wife out across his desk and fuck her to his heart's content.

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laurales
2011-10-22 01:51 am UTC (link)

She considered the cat when Clint called him ugly. He was right, of course. But it was almost so ugly that it was cute. Besides, everyone always wanted the perfect and gorgeous kittens, basing them solely on shallow qualities and the slightly damaged looking but still good ones were left to grow into cats all alone that no one would want. And that wasn't really fair, was it? "You know you love him," she said with a small laugh. And even if Clint didn't love the cat, the cat clearly loved him so he was just going to have to get used to it for the few hours he actually spent at their flat every week.

When Clint gave the cat back, she leaned away from Clint just enough to be able to hold the cat against her chest, leaning down to give him a quick kiss between his ears. "That name is...incredibly fitting," she said with a small smile. She loved that Clint was such a closeted nerd. Not many people knew that about him and it was nice. It was like they almost had something that was just them. Of course, his close friends and past shag mates all knew it too, but Daphne, on occasion, liked to pretend that she and Clint shared something that no one else did, knowledge of her previous abuse aside and all. "Thank you again for letting me get him," she said before leaning forward and placing a gentle kiss on Clint's cheek.

This was a nice moment, just the two of them, and she was perfectly content to just enjoy it. She could tell him about her news some other day. Maybe she'd owl him or something. And just when she'd decided not to bring it up that evening, he asked her about what she'd had to tell him. Well...there went her avoidance idea. She could have just lied and told him something else, but she really was a terrible liar so that wouldn't work.

She had no idea how to tell him this. Especially not with how distracting his attention to her neck was. She'd had a week of thinking through how to break the news to him so why hadn't she figured out something to say? Well, maybe this should just be treated as one of those bandage situations....ripping it off quickly and getting it over with and all. "I'm...erm...." she started nervously, her voice completely disappearing on her. "We're," she started again, "....I'm pregnant," she finally said, running the words together quickly as she tightened her hold around the cat slightly. Merlin she hoped Clint didn't get upset. It wasn't like she'd planned this so soon.

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mynameisclint
2011-10-22 03:07 am UTC (link)

He was in shock. That's really all there was to it. Clint had been in mid-drink but now? Now his hand paused, body stiff. Pregnant. Pregnant. Pregnant. The word played over and over and over in his head and he felt... numb. Pregnant. He was really glad that she wasn't facing him because for once? Clint had done nothing to school his features and now he felt like he was just... so incredibly out of it and confused. He just didn't know what to say. Sure, he'd expected this but not for a while. Years, really. He'd thought he had plenty of time to just... be them and now there was a baby? He'd barely adjusted to being married. Hell, he was still adjusting to being married and as selfish as this was, he really didn't want to share Daphne right now.

"Fucking hell," he murmured, finding his voice, bringing his lips to his drink and finishing it off. Standing up, gently moving Daph off his lap, he went to his bar and poured himself another drink. He hadn't even realized he'd finished that one off til he was pouring himself a third. Pregnant. Fucking hell. Parent. They were going to be parents and that was just... too much to deal with right now. Pregnant. A baby.

Oh fuck. What if it was a girl? He wouldn't fucking know what to do with a girl. He was awful to girls and his daughter would be a girl... Hell, what if it was a boy? What if he had to be a role model or some shite. Fucking Christ. He turned back to Daphne, a strained smile pulling over his face. "Uh, how far along are you?" he asked, hoping that was the right question.

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laurales
2011-10-22 03:30 am UTC (link)

Daphne was nervous. She could hear her heart beat echoing in her ears and for the first time since this whole thing, her stomach started to turn and she thought she might be sick. It only worsened when Clint stood up, moving her off of him and she brought her legs up on the couch, crossing them as she looked down nervously at her cat. Clint hadn't said anything yet other than a curse and she wasn't sure what to do. She hadn't done this on purpose. Being pregnant was the last thing she wanted. She barely got Clint to herself as it was and now there was going to be a baby? She didn't want a baby. She knew she was supposed to, but she barely felt anything for anyone other than Astoria and Clint...she was going to be a terrible mother. It wasn't like she had anyone that she could base good parenting skills off of.

She stayed quiet, watching him as he poured himself another drink. Oh, what she would give to be able to have a drink. Which just sent her into a mini internal panic because she'd had plenty of alcohol since becoming pregnant, apparently. She already sucked as a mother. Her little fetus or whatever was probably going to end up deformed or something from her not having realized she was pregnant beforehand. What if it was deformed? Or what if she miscarried? What would Clint do then? Daphne had two purposes in life, and those were to be a good wife and give birth to an heir for her husband and she'd probably already screwed all of that up. And she really just wanted Clint to hold her or something but it wasn't like she could ask him to do so after dropping the news so unceremoniously as she had.

Her attention had returned down to the cat in her arms until Clint spoke up, and she looked up at him before clearing her throat. "Eight weeks..." she said. "I had your team's Healer come out earlier this week since I can't exactly leave. He said that that whole sickness thing might have....interacted poorly with contraceptive efforts," she said, before looking back down, not able to really look at Clint. He clearly wasn't happy and she couldn't blame him. They'd only been married for three or so months now and they already had a child on the way. Not to mention, there was a crazy group out there that was strictly against any and all future pureblood children, and here she was carrying one. "I'm....really sorry," she said quietly, feeling awful for putting him through all of this. If it hadn't been for her, he'd still have a mostly normal life as a bachelor Quidditch player, not a married soon-to-be-father.

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mynameisclint
2011-10-23 05:11 am UTC (link)

"Eight weeks..." he murmured, staring into his drink. Holy fucking shit. That was two months. That meant he- they were having a baby in seven months. Seven months. Holy fucking shite. He was going to be a father. Clint looked up, staring at Daphne, barely registering the words spilling from her mouth. He frowned, not sure why she was apologizing. He really just didn't understand that. At all. Brow furrowing, Clint headed over, taking her by the shoulders. "Nothing to apologize for," he said, seriously. After all, it wasn't like there weren't two of them in this relationship. He gave her a half smile, pulling hier into his arms. "It's not like it wasn't going to happen, right?" he said, trying to find an upside.

He'd never really though about having a kid, at least, not seriously. But this? This was a bit too real for him. Marcus had a five year old and that was most certainly not a baby. Sam could at least talk and ... well, he had no idea what to do with a baby. Hell, he'd never even held one. How fucking ridiculous was that. Burying his face in her hair, he held her.

"It's going to be fine," he said. "You'll be a lovely mum and it'll be just fine..." Fuck. He was gonna be a horrid father. He drank too much and he swore a lot. HEll, his best friend was a blood death eater, his sister was a bastard and he pretty much insulted people at every turn. "I'm gonna be a shite dad..."

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laurales
2011-10-23 08:46 am UTC (link)

Merlin, Daphne felt horrible. She knew he hadn't been planning on this for a while. Really, she was pretty convinced that he hadn't been planning on this ever but knew that at some point, way down the line, it was something that he would be forced to accept. But now here they were, only a couple months into their marriage and there was already a baby on the way. Daphne didn't know how to do this. She was 22 for Merlin's sake. She was completely not ready for a child. She was still adjusting to being married after all. She'd barely had a chance to figure out who she was without a controlling fiancee and now she was supposed to be a mother? The thought was absolutely absurd and she just wanted to cry, but she knew that that wouldn't accomplish anything.

When he pulled her up, she sort of went limp in his embrace, just wanting him to hold her for as long as possible. They'd been married for three months and two of those she'd been pregnant for. What a bloody nightmare. She needed to find a nanny or something because there was no way that she'd be able to do any of this. That had always been the plan with Cal and she didn't see the harm in keeping that plan. Though, things were tricky now. What if one of those WAP jerks heard about a pureblood pregnancy? Things would only go horribly and while she didn't feel much for the thing growing inside of her like some sort of parasite, she did know enough to be aware that she should probably be concerned. Especially considering marriages could end over miscarried children and the like.

She shook her head lightly when he said that she'd be a lovely mum. That was such a lie and she knew he was just as aware of that as she was. Though, the part about him being a father was even more upsetting. "You're going to be a brilliant father," she said, her voice much weaker than she would have preferred. But it was hard to think about what they'd actually be like once the baby came when she was worrying so much about something bad happening before then. "That group....they're not going to want a pureblood baby born...." she said nervously. With any luck, they wouldn't hear anything about her or anything. After all, she was just one person, right? They probably had no idea who she was in the first place.

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mynameisclint
2011-10-24 02:08 am UTC (link)

Clint tensed at the thought of anyone wanting to hurt Daphne or their baby. It made him want to fucking do something about it but right now? There best bet was to keep this shite quiet and then when they couldn't do that anymore? Well, he was fucking moving them to Spain or some place that didn't involve fucking crazy bitches wanting to kill people for being pureblood. Fuck. Ironic. He'd said the same thing when he left for Spain the first time. Except, that time it'd been mudbloods. Sighing, he ran a hand lightly through her hair, brushing a soft kiss against it. "We're not going to announce this," he said, softly, pulling back, cupping her face with his hands. Kissing her lightly. "I'm not going to let anything happen to you, alright?"

He furrowed his brow, trying to think of the people they should tell. "I'd keep this between us for now," he said, knowing he'd so need to tell Marcus. "Maybe your sister, especially since she'll be here for a while." His hand came down, resting on her lower stomach, a small smile pulling over his lips. Fuck. His baby was in there. His. Holy fucking shit. Merlin, he fucking loved this witch. Sure, she was a little mental but damn if she wasn't perfect for him. She made him laugh and he loved having her around. Even when he was just going over some shite in his office and she'd come in, sit next to him on the sofa and curl up with that stupid cat.

He looked at her, starting at her. "I love you, Daphne Greengrass Warrintgon," he said, smiling. "Pretty sure I always have." They were having a baby. A fucking baby.

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laurales
2011-10-24 03:38 am UTC (link)

A baby was supposed to be a happy thing. There were supposed to be announcements and so much attention because of it. But they were going to have to hide it and while Daphne wasn't exactly thrilled about the thought of a baby in the first place, she was slightly sad that she was going to have to hide this whole thing. She understood why, of course. It wasn't smart to announce a pregnancy when there were people out there torturing purebloods. They clearly wouldn't want a pureblood baby being born and that was just...Daphne didn't want to have to hide. She was a pureblood and they were the elite and she was supposed to be able to live a happy life that people wished they had. And now she was having to hide things?

"What about Pansy?" she asked. "May I tell her?" Daphne didn't have an issue with keeping it quiet, given the circumstances, but she knew that Clint would end up telling Marcus and while Astoria knowing was nice, she'd really feel so much better if Pansy knew as well. She didn't want to have to hide and lie about this whole thing. Not that much, anyway. She bent her neck to look down at his hand when it rested on her lower stomach and she couldn't help but smile lightly. Merlin. She was pregnant. With Clint Warrington's child. This was exactly how she'd imagined her life while she'd been growing up. It was weird to accept it as a reality.

She looked up when he spoke again, her eyes widening at his words. He what? He loved her? Was he just saying that because she was pregnant? She felt too much for him for him to just say that because he felt obligated. But there was something about his smile that was hard to ignore.... She'd always loved Clint. And she'd been fairly obvious about it. But she'd never actually thought he'd say it back. "I love you, too," she said quietly, nervously. Merlin. She loved him so bloody much and as scared as she was about this whole pregnancy business, she got the feeling that she'd be able to make it through as long as Clint was by her side.

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mynameisclint
2011-10-25 05:58 pm UTC (link)

Clint was already going through the list of people in his head that would get to know. Their parents, at some point, should be informed. Marcus, of course, and Astoria. Evidently Parkinson was on the list. "Yeah," he said, somewhat distantly as he thought about telling his mother. "Pansy's fine." Pansy would either be ecstatic or she'd cry. Fuck. A baby. There was a lot to do and seven months wasn't that long. He had no idea what or where to begin but figured Daphne, with the help of his mum, and a nanny or midwife or whatever, would be able to help. His hands traces circles on her abdomen, thinking about the life they'd created. It was heady and intoxicating and he couldn't fucking believe he'd made a baby.

Clint had his life laid out before him when he was ten years old. His father had pulled him int the his study at Warrington Place and had told him exactly what was expected of him. He would marry Daphne Greengrass when he got older. Their money and wealth would be combined and they'd produce children. He'd learn the family business of buying and selling things and then be a proper pureblood. Instead, Clint had run off to Spain and started playing Quidditch. He'd whored around with loads of women and fucked his way through most of Europe. And now? Now he was having a baby.

Sighing, he dropped a kiss on his wife's head, thinking how strange it was that he was actually in love with Daphne and that they were starting a family together. The nerves in his stomach tripled and he couldn't help but grin. A father. He was going to be a father. Something about that whole idea frightened him and yet? He was so fucking happy about it. He wanted to tell everyone and- He couldn't of course. "We're going to be parents..." he murmured, kissing her softly along her neck.

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laurales
2011-10-26 02:48 am UTC (link)

She was glad when he said she could tell Pansy about the pregnancy. Daphne wasn't sure if Pansy would be happy or...not happy. This was supposed to be Pansy's life: the first of their friends married to an amazing pureblood, with his child on the way. This was the life that Pansy had wanted - still wanted, as far as Daphne knew - so she wasn't sure if Pansy had it in her to be happy for Daphne or not. She hoped she would, but there really was no telling. But Pansy was her best friend and she deserved to be one of the first to know. "I don't know what I'm doing," she said with a small shake of her head. She'd always assumed, just like everyone else, that Pansy would do all of this first. And then Daphne would know what to expect, what to do. But she had no idea. It was frightening to think about something - a person - growing inside of her. What if she did something wrong and ruined everything?

But she quickly straightened after what needed to be her one and only brief moment of fright. This was what she was born to do. She'd known this day was coming since before she could remember and she may not know much about how to be a good pregnant girl or mother, but she knew enough about being a proper pureblood to know that fear was just weakness and she wasn't weak. Well, she was, actually. Incredibly so. But outwardly, that was something that didn't need to be shown or acknowledged. At least not anymore so than what she already had. Besides, being pregnant and having a baby was a totally natural thing, right? So it couldn't be that complicated. Idiots with bad breeding managed all the time, so sure she could as well.

She looked up at Clint after he kissed her head and she was relieved to see he was smiling. Not even smiling but grinning. She'd played this whole conversation out a million times in her head over the last week but this? This was infinitely better than anything she could have thought up. He wasn't upset with her, he seemed almost excited about the baby, and he loved her. Her eyes fluttered shut happily as she took the tiniest step closer to him when his lips gently moved along her neck. Parents. They were going to be parents. They were married and in love and they'd made a child. She almost wanted to cry at the realization of how happy she was and how close she'd come to have a horrible life with someone who wasn't Clint. But crying was a crazy thing to do so instead she focused on Clint's mouth against her skin and the way it was sending small little shivers down her spine. "I'm going to get fat," she said randomly.

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mynameisclint
2011-10-26 08:19 pm UTC (link)

Sitting down, he let his nerves wash over him and thought of every single way in which he'd ruin a child. He was a horrible role model. He had no idea how to talk to a kid. Hell, he'd held a baby once. And that was Sam and she hadn't actually been a baby. He drank a lot. He hated it when they cried. Not to mention the swearing. What did babies eat? They pooped and they smelled. Still, he'd watched Marcus and Sam lately and had to admit, watching Sam crawl into Marcus's lap for a story was so fucking cute that part of him wished he could have that. But, just not this second. However, it didn't look like he was getting a choice in that and his kid would be on its way soon enough. Running a hand through his hair, Clint took a deep, steadying breath.

Sitting down, he pulled Daphne down with him, letting his arms settle around her waist, hands resting protectively over her abdomen. She was pregnant. Inside of her they were growing a baby. Fucking hell. He needed books. Books would help him through this. He'd have to owl Clearwater. He'd need her discretion and he was sure she'd help him out. Books. Fucking hell. A baby. Holy shite.

Daphne's words startled him out of his reverie and he smiled against her hair, kissing her lightly on the temple. "Yeah," he said, grinning. "You are. And that's a good thing. You're still too thin." He knew she had eating disorder issues after Conway but he would be damned if she wasn't going to take care of herself and their baby. Books. Sometime next week, he'd make the trip to Hogsmeade and talk to Clearwater. Or maybe he'd owl her. That might be better. She could get the order ready for him and bag it and no one would have to see it...

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laurales
2011-10-26 10:32 pm UTC (link)

When he pulled her down with him, his arms wrapping around her and hands resting over her abdomen, she couldn't help but smile. She looked down at his hands, loving the protectiveness of the gesture as the laid over her now only temporarily flat stomach. Well, it was concave, really, but apparently she was getting close to having that change. She'd managed to ask a few questions to the Healer before he'd had to get back to Falmouth and at 8 weeks, she was supposed to start seeing a lot of changes in her body. Nothing too drastic apparently, but enough that at least she would start to notice even if no one else did just yet. Though, her increased breast size was starting to be a bit noticeable and that was...well, kind of nice except apparently they were supposed to get sore soon and she so wasn't looking forward to that.

She looked back up at him when he said she was still too thin. Well, it wasn't her fault. Years of not being allowed to eat much of anything followed by whatever that sickness was she'd had a few months back had managed to keep her weight pretty far down. She didn't really want to get fat and she couldn't help the small pout that her lips formed at the thought. She had enough body image issues without getting stretchmarks and a huge belly. But she supposed if she just thought about it as a necessary way to produce Clint's child safely, she could probably make it through fairly unscathed mentally. "Which means...all new clothes," she added on with a small nod, glad to find at least a few positive points in the whole ordeal. "Not that I can actually go out and get clothes or anything...."

If this WAP stuff didn't clear up soon, she wasn't sure what she was supposed to do. This was only something they could hide for so long. Maybe Clint should just...ship her off to some other country for a while. His wanting to move back to Spain was suddenly sounding very appealing. "We probably....should hold off on telling our mothers," she said, automatically wincing at her own words. They would be upset if they found out they'd hidden this but she didn't see things going much better if they did end up telling them the news. "I don't think either of them would be able to keep their mouths closed."

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