loving everlark

Love is... a concerto in A Major - K622

By: @thegirlfromoverthepond

My deepest thanks to @titaniasfics for her help in betaing this story :) thank you so much, lady :)

the awesome art is done by the so gifted @akai-echo.

She comes every Friday afternoon, taking the girl with curly hair to her flute lesson.

Every Friday I watch as she passes before the windows of my class, talking to her daughter, laughing.

One day in September, I heard her laughter through the now-open windows, and I swear, i’ve never heard music so pure.

I know it’s pitiful. I know that i shouldn’t be completely infatuated with the mother of one of the kids we teach to, but I can’t help it.

Her husband is the luckiest man alive.

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Embracing the Season - Mejhiren - Hunger Games Trilogy - Suzanne Collins [Archive of Our Own]
Katniss and Peeta indulge in an afternoon interlude - alternately sensual and playful but always tender - before their college freshman daughter comes home for the weekend. Modern AU oneshot, submitted to Love in Panem for their 2017 Valentine's Day Challenge: "Love Is..."
By Organization for Transformative Works

[We] feasted on love, every mode of it—solemn and merry, romantic and realistic, sometimes as dramatic as a thunderstorm, sometimes as comfortable and unemphatic as putting on your soft slippers. - C.S. Lewis

“I got you a present, by the way,” I reveal, kissing the tip of his nose.

“Sexy lingerie for our afternoon interlude?” he teases, and I produce the stocking cap from my other pocket and tug it down to cover his curls.

“Well, if you want to wear it in bed…” I begin, and he hugs me so hard that I squeak.

“I love you too,” he sighs. “It’s perfect, Katniss. I’ll wear it in bed, at work, in the shower –”

“Just outdoors will do nicely,” I demur, but my hands can’t seem to leave his broad, sweaty back alone. I love every inch of this strong, stocky man and can’t wait another minute to have him all to myself.

“Pick you up out front?” I wonder, and he shakes his head against my shoulder. “I’ll follow you out – just need to grab my coat.”

Home is about a five-minute drive from the bakery, and we manage it quite complacently, even stopping for gas on the way, just in case the promised snowstorm hits overnight.

Love is like that sometimes, especially after twenty years of marriage. You can want each other so badly you think you’re going to combust and then have a polite conversation with a salesperson or run an errand or two like it’s no bother whatsoever.

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“Sometimes there’s other things you wouldn’t think would be a good combination end up turning out to be like the perfect combination. You know, like two people together. That nobody ever thought would be together. Ever.”

For the Love Is prompt from @loveinpanem  This story contains spoilers for my current WIP Where We Can Be Safe, so if you’re following that story on AO3 or FFN, please don’t give anything away!  :)  

Rated T, with references to breastfeeding, baby wearing, and cosleeping.

KPOV

I can’t remember the last time I took a shower, or changed my clothes, or brushed my hair, or even slept longer than thirty minutes at a time.  Sage is five weeks old now, and since Peeta’s been in training and meetings for over fourteen hours a day lately, prepping for the final push into the Capitol in less than a week, I’ve been letting him sleep as much as possible at night while I take care of Sage.  But right now I’m so utterly exhausted I feel like I’m going to snap if I don’t get some sleep soon.  

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do you ever just sit and become very thankful that your otp exists, that two people were just so meant for each other (even if sometimes the writers can’t see it) but you just know how strongly they feel for one another or the hours of pouring over episodes and clips just to see your otp glance at eachother or be in the same scene or do you get super thankful for all the hours you spend reading, writing, drawing, giffing about them and the people you’ve met along they way because I do

Counting on Love

A/N: So, I’ve made it and can’t believe it. Only took me about 4 years. ggg

This is for the February challenge “Love is …” at @loveinpanem and will most probably be a Two-Parter. The second part still needs to be finished, so no idea when that one will be published. Hopefully not in another 4 years. ;)

There would be no submission if there hadn’t been a couple of ladies and their support and help. So, thank you @thegirlfromoverthepond for your constant cheerleading and handholding. You brought me back to wirting, I never realized how much I missed it. Thank you @greetingsfromthenorthernsea for our brainstorming and all your very helpful comments. And last but not least @honeylime08 for the incredible betaing. I loved all those little comments you gave at certain parts. Without you this story would be in terrible shape. ggg

THANK YOU, ladies!

Enough now, let’s start with the story. Hope you enjoy! :)

You can also read it here: FFn


COUNTING ON LOVE

Part 1

Numbers were her thing.

Ever since her first lesson in mathematics back when she started school at the tender age of 6, Katniss loved to solve equations. She added, substracted, multiplied and divided. She draw graphs, she solved page long math riddles.

She loved numbers.

And even though there were people out there who thought it boring and stupefying, Katniss also loved being an accountant.

Oh, and she was good at it. It was fulfilling for her to know every aspect of her clients company, to know its monthly debits and credits to the T, to have the books clean and correct and always up to date.

No matter how chaotic or unorganised a new client was whenever they sought out her company’s help, Katniss made sure the books were up and running within a short matter of time.

Tax authorities loved to work with her, always breathed a sigh of relief when they read her name as responsible for the account of the company they were reviewing.

So it took her by surprise when on Tuesday afternoon (she remembered it being a Tuesday because she had a burrito for lunch, and Tuesday was burrito-day in the cafeteria) her supervisor knocked on her office door and introduced her to her newest client.

And in stepped the most handsome man Katniss ever had laid eyes on.

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Writing Check-In, When the Moon, Ch 14

A/N: I really, really want to finish this chapter before Christmas and I think it might almost be possible… Hugs and/or good vibes, anyone?


I don’t go far, though – I think I’d burst if I did – and settle so close beside him that our hips brush, to his evident delight. “What’s this?” he wonders with a smile that could outshine the sun. “A tiny brave kit has deigned to sit beside me.”

“Because said kit wants a gosling for dessert,” I answer smartly, only half-teasing. “Roast chicken washes down best with a mouthful of yellow feathers,” I explain, and take a mock nip at the firm cap of his shoulder to punctuate it.

“I knew there would be gobbling-up!” he says gleefully. “Finish your dinner, greedy thing, before you run out of room for dessert.”

“I’ll always have room for dessert,” I assure him, “provided said dessert has yellow feathers and a beak that never shuts,” and I tilt my head to peck his mouth. “Now let’s get you some supper,” I tell him, picking up the second plate and laying the full slab of venison ribs across it. “You’re looking a little lean, gander mine.”

Peeta laughs so hard his shoulders shake and holds up his hands before I can fit the plate edges into them. “Where, exactly, voracious thing,” he wonders, “have I lost this much weight?”

I tip my head in contemplation. Peeta is gloriously solid – broad and firm, not fleshy in the least – both to the eye and to the touch, and I’m sorely tempted to snake a hand under the front of his sweater to see whether his belly is soft or taut with muscle.

My eyes trail down his legs which, if memory serves, are solid as young oaks beneath their corduroy confines, except for – “Aha!” I crow, pointing at his right shin. “That decoy leg of yours! You’re missing a good three pounds of protein there, and you need to add it back somewhere. You can’t shortchange a hungry vixen on her winter feast and not expect her to notice,” I inform him, and deposit the plate of ribs squarely over his lap.

I worry for a half-second that I’ve taken my teasing too far but Peeta is grinning from ear to ear, though he somehow manages to impose mock-shamed eyes over the expression. “That was my grand escape plan,” he says ruefully. “I thought I could give you my prosthesis to nibble on every day, like Hansel in the candy-witch’s cage, and when you finally had to take it out to the workshop to ‘carve’ it – because I know you’d never give up on a log of metal and plastic if you thought there was a hearty meal locked away inside –” he winks at that – “I’d make a break for it in the woods.”

I clutch a hand to my heart in mock-theatrics. “You wound me, deceitful bird,” I chide. “And here I thought you were looking forward to a winter in the pantry with daily vixen-nips and stolen pinches of down.”

“I’m particularly looking forward to the vixen-nips,” he replies merrily. “I plotted my escape before I knew just how pleasant those nips could be.”

“There will be no more nips for you, wicked bird,” I declare, as imperiously as I can muster. “You’re all pretend-down and hollow legs, not worth the space in my storeroom –”

“Oh, get over here,” he says with exasperated affection, and I’m not sure where the ribs disappear to but suddenly I’m back in Peeta’s lap, where he takes both my hands by the wrists and presses the palms to his chest. “This down, admittedly, is counterfeit, as I’ve yet to sprout my own breastful,” he explains. “But this –” he brings my hands to his head and curls them into deep fistfuls of hair – “is rooted and entirely real, and if you nose around a bit you’ll find more beneath my shirt and trousers – where, I need hardly add, you will also find only one half of one limb to be artificial.”

I imagine rooting inside Peeta’s clothes for more golden hairs sprouting from firm, warm flesh and I smile, slow and wolfishly. “Very well,” I reply, “I shall suspend my misgivings, but only until such time as a thorough inventory of your parts can be conducted and catalogued. And if I find you to be featherless and skinny as a rail,” I warn, “I’m going to put you in the empty stall beside Rye and feed you nothing but chocolate, roast chicken, and cream till you plump into a worthy winter meal.”

“As lovely as that sounds,” he says huskily, leaning in to brush noses with me, “I’m far too stocky to merit a winter of fattening up – but you’re welcome to inventory me at your leisure just the same.”

I tug his head down to nip at one blond eyebrow. “One,” I count aloud happily.

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It seemed appropriate that I post both the banners since we’ve hit the end.

The final chapter of Fated to Love is now available on FFn and AO3!

Thank you for your support, encouragement, and kind words. They mean the world to me! Thank you to Hubbs for editing and creating these beautiful banners and to @keelaree for pre-reading as well as bugging me to write (because I tell her to bug me!). 

Hope you enjoy this last piece of goodness! Happy Reading!

Simple

Simple

by @notanislander

This idea started with just a quick image in my mind: Katniss and Peeta holding hands for the first time since he returned to 12 after the war. Thank you to @titaniasfics @mega-aulover and @louezem for their eyes and ideas. You ladies inspire me every day.

For Peeta and Katniss, life has never been simple. Or has it?

“You’re back” she croaks at him, her voice rusty from disuse.

“Yeah, Dr. Aurelius wouldn’t let me leave until yesterday. By the way, he says you need to answer your phone…” he says almost apologetically. He knows how much she must be hurting, how hard it must be for her to face her ghosts alone. But he also knows the best way for her to face them is with someone else, and with Dr. Aurelius’s advice. So, while he’s sorry he has to tell her to answer the phone, he knows it’s what is best for her.

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Fic Updates Week Ending 2/11/17

Good Morning Lovely Everlarkers!  Hope this week finds you all well and reveling in some Everlark Love this Valentines Day.  Can we all say a big thank you to the lovely ladies running the @loveinpanem blog?  Because…well, they’re just amazing!  Go check them out!  

In other news, the blog is getting a new look!  Caryn aka @papofglencoe has been busy behind the scenes tweaking and tabbing away.  I have absolutely no words for how much I love her and that Caryn Flair!  I hope you’ll reach out with a little love for her today too.

Let’s get down to business and check out this weeks updates now, shall we?

Where We Can Be Safe  Chapters 4-6  by @geekymoviemom

Everything But Money  Chapter 6  by @mtk4fun

Sirens Call  Chapter 12 by ThornFromARose

Dr. Hot Buns, M.D.  Chapter 2  by @littleevilisa (from last week)

Reverse  Chapter 5  by @herainab

The Firebird  Chapter 24 (last chapter) by @thegirlfromoverthepond

Capitol Life  Chapter 5  by @javistg

Quicksilver  Chapter 4  by @finnicko-loves-anniec

Behind Blue Eyes  Chapter 15  by @maxwellandlovelace

No Baggage  Chapter 2  by @lvfics  - still can’t get the tag to work

Out of Bounds  Chapter 14  by lizzyvb

Fated to Love  Final Chapter  by @jlalafics

Epiphany  Chapter 16 by @sfcbruce

Star Crossed Lovers  Chapter 15  by CPfanfic

There are Still Much Worse Games to Play  Chapter 68  by panskiss123

Wanted  Chapter 2 by @peetaspikelets

As always, just reach out to us if anything has been overlooked, we’ll be sure to get it reblogged and added next week.

That’s it my darlings!  I hope each and everyone of you has an amazing week and that we all find something to make our heart smile this Valentines Day.  In the meantime, how about some grimy dirt-covered Peeta to get the ole’ heart pumping, huh?  Thought so…

Happy Peeta Sunday!  Still the best damn day of the week!

Love ya!  Mean it!

Your Everlarkficupdate Team

You know this pic is totally when Peeta told Katniss that he didn’t care if she “saw him” and she stomped away all embarrassed and shit!

Authors note ~ Happy valentine’s day! If you celebrate it. Hope you enjoy this. It’s my first ever one-shot for valentine’s day so I’m proud of it. Hopefully someone like this. Thanks for reading! This is my submission for Love is @loveinpanem.
To pluck a heart’s rose.

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The red foil shines as the light from the fireplace reflects onto it. The fake rose lays at the bottom of the handcrafted frame housing the faded photo taken the day they met, exactly four years ago. Katniss was sleeping in the children’s area of the library after reading the books of her childhood - the ones her dad had read to her mum whilst she was pregnant with her. She’d been volunteering at the local nursery and in her rush to leave she’d forgotten her library card, by the time she returned they’d closed for the day. Restless and desperate for some comfort she’d sat down to read but the sun shining through the blinds only aiding in lulling her to sleep.

Next thing she saw was the comically wide eyes of a young 12 year old boy trying to crawl away from her. It took two years until he confessed about the photo. Apparently, he’d seen the small girl and assumed she was taking a nap, after all, didn’t all sane teenagers do that? The boy - Peeta as she’d come to learn - was even more shy than she was, with dirty blonde hair that would block his sight and shirts with sleeves stretched out over his hands. He’d heard of valentine’s day but in a house full of boys and with few friends he’d yet to actually prove that he could connect with a girl. Until he saw her. Quickly he had dusted off his father’s camera, set the timer for ten seconds and crawled over to her. Katniss imagined he was poking his tongue out throughout the process as he had attempted to be sneaky and lift the sleeping girl’s head so it was resting on his shoulder. Unfortunately, he said, that he was acting too bold for his age and attempted to kiss her. He succeeded, giving her a peck on the nose as the second flash went off, except as he moved away.

Well she sneezed.

‘I thought you were allergic to me’ he’d told her shyly at the end of his story. He couldn’t have been more wrong.

That’s why the valentine’s gift made her want to cry. Four years later and he’d got her a half fake, half chocolate rose. Who would want that? She wouldn’t have minded previously but they’d been together for a year now. He was her boyfriend.

They were grown up.

They progressed in their relationship.

Oh yes, they were past nose kisses - although they were still ongoing.

They’d moved onto eye contact.

So a chocolate rose? Well Katniss wasn’t a romantic or anything, and personally she thought that valentine’s day was pointless, but surely he could have put a bit more effort into choosing her a gift. I mean she’d prepared his surprise gift for a week and all their pets came round to watch as they painted their favourite designs on each other, or at least he did as she gave him the supplies and made up stories for each image.

Not to mention he had to live up to her parents standards who viewed love as sacrificing anything for a small smile.

It hurt. It hurt a lot.

Cause Katniss cared for him, however unintentional. Sometimes it seemed she was the only one.

She picked it up as the door behind her creaked open. He’s slow, heavy footsteps showed he was hesitant. Damn well should be. She sniffed.

“Did, did you like it?” he stuttered as she turned to look at him. His hair hung over his glasses obscuring his vision just like it had years before. The dark green frames where her favourite colour and likewise the reading glasses she wore were his - a gentle orange.

“Yeah” she whispered watching as he bit his lip and tugged the sleeves of his T-shirt over his hands. “It’s” she searched for a word that he’d take as a compliment “sweet”.

“Well it is chocolate”.

She hummed and swayed slightly as they stood opposite each other, neither moving. From a look he could sense that she wasn’t pleased with his gift.

“But I… you like food” he says scratching his head as a blush spreads on his cheeks. “I mean that’s what you said”.

“I did” she murmured trying to dismiss the feeling of sadness that his gift caused. “But it’s not cheese buns” she replies, grateful that she found an excuse.

Peeta clears throat and uses his sleeve covered hand to wipe at his glasses, a nervous tic she’s noticed. “I can make you some if you like. Its past eight but I’ll stay up past my bedtime and run to the bakery if you-”.

“No” she interrupts pausing as she remembers the curfew his mother made him follow since he was born. If he ran home and got caught then he’d probably end up with a beating from the woman, though for some reason she doubts he wouldn’t do it for her. He was odd like that. “It’s okay”.

He gestures to the gift as his voice cracks during his attempt at a romantic speech, “You rose above all other girls and stole my well you know…” he blushes and evades my eyes “my heart and my… I shouldn’t finish that sentence. I’m not old enough to. So um could you be my valentine?”.

She replied with her a small smile and a pun of her own. “Rye wouldn’t I?”.

Katniss lifts up the rose with a smile. “I guess I’ll go um, eat this. Thanks”.

He huffs, the breath blowing his curls up before they lazily drift back down. “Can I just. Do you mind if I…”.

“What?” he shuffles over at the sight of her furrowed eyebrows and pecks her cheek, his thumb brushing against it as she blushes as though trying to wipe it away. Ease her discomfort. She blushed harder.

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She stumbles down the stairs as she recalls what happened prior to the nap Peeta took with her. She remembered crying after she’d ate the rose and was left with a plastic stem. She’d wasted his gift and was too embarrassed to admit that she’d have preferred a real flower even if it would’ve died a day later. It seemed only she would make the sacrifices in their relationship.

Yet soon as he saw her bloodshot eyes peeta dragged her into the kitchen and melted down some chocolate so that he could make her some more roses in an attempt to cheer her up. Katniss argued that valentine’s day was over at 12:01 but Peeta explained that the time zones were different in every district so technically they had at least four hours left of valentine’s day. That made her smile. She still didn’t think he deserved her. But he’d do anything for a small smile. He was odd like that. So very odd.

Whilst it was melting on the stove he showed her how to pipe flowers and imprint a design into ingredients like flour which consequently ended with her giggling and Peeta standing in the room blushing despite being covered in flour.

As they settled into the last hour, they had drawn their name and the date into the chocolate before placing it in the freezer to act like a little fossil that they could eat in the morning.

They had then sat on the floor and he wrapped his arms around her with a promise to spend their next valentine’s day at the beach. How she got to her room she doesn’t know but that doesn’t mean she regrets it.

Katniss strolled over to the fridge and pulled out some of the chocolate before she sat down and began to read the book logs of their savings. Her nose crinkled at the taste. The chocolate seemed different than the rose, which she resigned to the idea that however useless a gift it was it made her happy if only for a moment. The chocolate was still flavourful and would melt within seconds if she didn’t chew but it didn’t seem as rich. The rose must have been dark chocolate? But that must be artificial. No-one can afford real dark chocolate. Well unless they were from the Capitol which her and Peeta weren’t.

She flips open the log and scans through the records. Income from bakery, coins spent on trade. A violet coughing racked her body and she clung to the table, squeezing her eyes shut as she heard his footsteps thumping down the stairs. Forcing herself up she ran to the sink to get a drink of water, trying not to choke herself in the process.

A deduction. They were missing at least ¾ of their college funds, or at least Peeta’s. She knew he’d been saving. They both had. That money would have taken almost his whole life to earn. Did he give it away? Damn his mannerisms. “Peeta” she screamed slamming the empty cup down, her eyes darting around rapidly. Sixteen times two meant thirty years. He couldn’t wait thirty years to go to learn. “What the hell? Where’s the money? You son of-”. She jerks to a stop.

A labeled tag lays among their rubbish. Crumpled and torn she catches a glimpse of the words written.

“Peeta… what?” her voice trails off as she goes silent, stunned.

{Authentic Gourmet Chocolate, Hand Crafted.

Distribution - Capital.}

The familiar price lays scrawled at the bottom as she gapes at it with a small phrase.

{Love is sacrificing all for the smile of someone who sees you as no-one.}

She doesn’t deserve him. Oh no. Oh no. Her gaze collides with his as she blinks back tears.

He flattens his hair down. Straightens his glasses and with a shy smile, he shrugs. “Happy valentine’s katniss”.

To Peeta, with love

I can’t remember the last time I wrote anything, let alone posted it, and I’m sorry for that. So I tried something different. Hope you enjoy.

(I don’t own the Hunger Games, I’m just having fun)


Imagine that Modern AU, where Katniss and Peeta are still in school and they are friends. But Katniss starts to long for a little more than a platonic friendship with him and, to get that stuff out of her chest, she decides to write him a poem. It’s easy to say that that doesn’t go very well, it turns out to be way harder than what she thought it would be. Just trying to make words rhyme is impossible, and lets not even start with writing down her feelings, it just, ughh. No, thank you. The paper ends scrunched up on the floor of her bedroom.

Enter Prim. Sneaky little Prim, snooping around her older sister’s bedroom, looking for that white stuffed goat of her sister so that it can have tea with her stuffed cat, Buttercup. But Prim ends up finding something else. Something much, much better than the old goat. A ball of paper lying inconspicuously on the floor near the end of the bed. A paper that, after straightening and taking her time reading it, happens to contain the best secret in the world ever. Ever. In the entire history of secrets.

But Prim can’t deliver it like that, oh no, so creased and stained, and look! It’s not even signed! She has to pretty it up. It is a declaration of love, after all.

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Love is...Ensuring the Enduring Happiness of Katniss Everdeen

by: @finnicko-loves-anniec

Facing twelve weeks of summer without her best friend, Posy knows she needs a project. At first, hunting with Katniss seems like enough, but when she realizes just how lonely her new friend really is, Posy is determined to find a more permanent companion for Katniss. She’s even got the man picked out – Peeta Mellark. Now, all that remains is convincing them they need each other.


It seemed wrong that summer, the time of year where there were the fewest things to do, also had the longest days. At seven and eight, and for most of her ninth year, Posy had not thought much of it. Now that she was ten, however, that observation grated at her. Yes, she could have filled her days in the same way she had in past summers, with pick-up kickball in the town square or playing pretend in the meadow with Paige and Senna, but she felt too big to play kickball with the five-year-olds and she and Senna had gotten into a fight the last day of school that neither of them had yet apologized for. Considering that she hadn’t been the one who told Mrs. Clearney about the insect case, Posy had no intention of saying sorry first. Paige and Senna didn’t agree. Being right felt nice, but it was also boring when nobody else felt like being right with you.

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Fic Updates Week Ending 2/18/17

Hello Everyone! Hope this weeks update post finds you all rested and enjoying your weekend.  Sorry, I’m a bit late getting the list out today…ngl…it was long and hectic week here and boy, am I glad it’s over.  

Plus - President’s Day is tomorrow and unlike some of you, who will have to schlep off to work tomorrow, I’ll be settling on my couch to get caught up on some updates.  Speaking of…let’s check out what we discovered this week:

Everything But Money  Chapter 7  by @mtk4fun

Capitol Life Chapter 6  by @javistg

Karma  Chapter 3  by @pookieh

My Sometime  Chapter 2  by @sothereff

Where We Can Be Safe  Multiple Chapters by @geekymoviemom

Get Some  Chapter 3  by @herainab

Bride & Fortune  Chapter 2  By Everllarkingjoshifer

Unconditional  Chapter 3 & 4 (epilogue)  by @titaniasfics

Sorrowful Angels  Chapter 9  by @mega-aulover

The Firebird  Chapter 25  by @thegirlfromoverthepond

Pure  Chapter 7  by @katnissdoesnotfollowback

Leading Suspects  Chapter 3  by @katnissdoesnotfollowback

The Bad Boy  Chapter 4  by everlarklover1960

Weekend Getaway  Chapter 7 by @javistg

Happy Peeta Sunday!  Still the best damn day of the week!

Love ya!  Mean it!
Your Everlarkficupdate Team

Peeta looks so bad-ass in this pic - but those baby blues at the same time…sigh…anybody else as conflicted as I am?

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