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Post by Charlie Parker on Jul 23, 2008 3:06:08 GMT -5
Wedding planning was not supposed to be this stressful for the groom. He wasn't supposed to be feeling anxiety this early before the wedding. So why on earth was Charlie Parker seated on the tack trunk outside Brigadier's stall, head in hands, and his fingers in his curly hair? It was really a combination of exhaustion and extreme shock. He had seen every single wedding planner within 50 miles of the place, and he'd only liked two of them, the others...they were just too much for him to handle...especially that gay guy. He had not expected that when he walked in.
The shock though, that was what really took it out of him. What shock? Well, he honestly hadn't expected Hayley to suddenly up and tell him that she was pregnant with his child. I supposed it was more of a fear thing than a shock thing. He didn't know if he was ready for that. How was he supposed to raise a kid? Sure Chuck lived in the same house as he did now, but he was three already, and a three year old was very different from a newborn baby. It was all so unexpected. Waking up with Hayley lying in his bed, then finding a few days later that she was pregnant...unexpected really was an understatement.
Charlie didn't regret for one second his decision to marry Hayley. He loved her more than words could express and wouldn't have it any other way. Still, for someone like him it was a bit difficult to take in all at once. Oh Brig... He said raising his head out of his hands wearily, and looking up at the huge horse peering down at him I just don't know what I'm going to do with myself. It was just last night that Hayley had sprung the news on him, and he hadn't slept at all, and probably looked like a bit of a mess. He really needed a drink, but he couldn't let himself do that...not now. He had to set the example for Hayley and not give in to the pressure...not ever.
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Post by wesson on Jul 23, 2008 18:38:08 GMT -5
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[/color] ---[/center] It probably wasn’t the best idea to be leaning this far over a stall door, but Kaine didn’t particularly care. He stretched his arm a bit further into the stall and just barely managed to grab hold of Wesson’s harness and pull his head closer. The large Friesian snorted and begrudgingly took a few steps towards him. The teen grinned widely and stroked his muzzle, [/color] There’s a good boy, now tell me where Mikey is.[/i][/color] he demanded, holding both sides of the stallion’s head and staring at him. After another moment Wesson got tired of being stared at and threw his head, backing away from the stall door, Fine then! Don’t talk to me![/i][/color] he muttered dramatically before turning away from the stall with a ‘hmph’.
His eyes fell on a man down the hall of stalls, holding his head in his hands in a depressed manner. Maybe he was just rejected? That was almost the only thing in his mind Kaine could think of. He watched curiously for another moment before he stepped away from the wall and towards the other. From what he could see, the guy was shorter than him, but probably older, and had brown hair. This would be the second brunette he’d met in two days. Alrighty, then. He shoved his hands in his pockets and stepped a bit closer.
Hey dude, are you alright? You look like your grandma just died and- Oh my god, he’s beautiful![/i][/color] Three cheers for the attention span of a goldfish. Kaine’s attention had turned to the stallion in the stall beside the guy, olive eyes lit up like a kid in a candy store.
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Post by dumbanddumber on Jul 23, 2008 19:00:40 GMT -5
&& Why so serious??
{{Lol i think its time kaine and marco met...}}
&& Eyes opened wearily, slowly, heavily as the boy was jarred from his sleep, the sound of voices ringing through his ears. He was relieved to find that his nap had greatly reduced the intensity of the migraine he had recieved about five hours earlier. The boy looked around him, and noticed that Hickory was laying in the straw next to him, the large reddish stallion pushed up as close to his owner as possible, marco's head resting on the stag's flank. Marco smiled, and stroked the horse's powerful neck. So he had been sleeping here, on the floor of the bedded stall, for the last five hours? and he hadnt been stepped on by his huge equine? Or had Hickory just been sleeping here the whole time?
Marco looked over at the stallion, and smiled. Heyy buddy... He cooed, stroking the stallion. Hickory's harks pricked in the boys direction, and the brute nuzzled marco gently. marco chuckled and stood to his feet, dusting his pants off. He exited the stall, and stretched. Looking over the stall door, he saw his shirt, the shirt he had been wearing earlier, resting over the stall door. He frowned, and looked down at his stomach, his finely toned six pack and pecks visible for the world to see. He chuckled and rubbed his eyes. Wow he really must have been hurting... if he couldnt tell that he was shirtless...
Oh well. Afterall, he had never recieved a single complaint on his body. He eyed the other two guys about two stalls down. He wasnt sure if he should go and try to associate with them.
Hickory stuck his head out the door, and thrust his cranium towards his owner, nearly knocking his owner off his feet. The boy caught his balance, and spun on his heel. Hey! That wasnt very nice... He cooed softly, but stroked the reddish stallion's muzzle.
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Post by Charlie Parker on Jul 23, 2008 19:11:31 GMT -5
Brigadier reached his head out over the stall door and grabbed the shoulder of Charlie's coat, tugging on it a bit before letting go. Charlie wasn't usually like this, at least not when he was around the horse, and it was worrying Brig. Usually Charlie was pretty darn laid back and carefree, but the animal could tell that something was bothering him today. Charlie just really didn't know what to do or how to react. He wasn't sure if he should be happy that the girl he loved was pregnant with his child or what. He just didn't know...this wasn't supposed to happen to him. He was the guy who was driven crazy in high school by the attention from the girls who were completely "in love" with him for his curly hair...thus the nickname Curly in high school. Now he was getting married at 21, and his fiance was expecting. He hadn't planned on that.
He looked up when he heard someone coming towards him and the addressing him. He probably looked a bit...out of sorts or something...and honestly, he was. He had no idea who this person was though, he'd never seen him around. Although, he'd been so busy recently with wedding stuff that he hadn't been around the stable as much as he used to be, so it was entirely possible that this guy had been around for a while, and Charlie had just missed him...he tended to do that a lot. Heck, there could be 20 new people here, and he would have no idea who a single one of them was.
Charlie was glad the attention was turned to the horse. He wasn't sure how to answer the question of him being alright, because he wasn't sure. Thanks. he said, regarding the comment about Brig being beautiful. He was only a two year old, but already full grown, and almost completely filled out. He was pretty big too, about 17.2 hands thanks to the Belgian draft and thoroughbred that comprised his pedigree. He was a gentle giant though, and loved any and all people that he happened to come across...which was exactly why Charlie liked him so much, his personality was absolutely priceless.
He glanced down the aisle when he heard another person's voice...only this one was vaguely familiar. When he saw the person he recognized him. Marco. He'd met him briefly just before almost killing Sonny, Hayley's insane cousin who tried to rape her. Most of that night was sort of foggy in his mind. He'd been so focused on what Sonny had done to his fiance that he hadn't noticed much of anything else. Then when Sonny actually got brought to the station, all of Charlie's focus went to him and letting him know that if he ever got out of jail, Charlie would kill him if he so much as looked at Hayley. So he still didn't really know Marco...he just knew who he was. [/blockquote] |
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Post by wesson on Jul 24, 2008 3:18:00 GMT -5
Kaine reached out tentatively, letting the stallion sniff his hand before gently petting his nose. He took a step closer and leaned over the stall door a bit to get a better look at him, Man, oh man, he’s a beast! He must have some draft in him, eh?
[/i][/color] he asked, stepping back from the door and looking back towards the guy, clearly the stag’s owner, the grin on his face slipping away as he saw the still downcast eyes. Smartly - yes, despite popular belief Kaine is occasionally smart – he chose not to say anything else on the matter.
He sighed, dropping his hand from the neck of the equine and scratched the back of his head, glancing around the hallway. Imagine his shock when there was a guy standing just a few paces behind him. I mean seriously, imagine it, it’s gotta be pretty funny. HOLY-[/b] Thud.[/i] And once more, Kaine met the ground, well the opposite side than normal actually. Bet you didn’t see that one coming. He winced, his hands braced on the ground behind him and holding him up. You’d think after falling down so much he’d get used to the fact that he was clumsy, but no. He’s too stubborn for that. [/color] Shit, you scared me.[/i][/color] he muttered, lifting his gaze to the other and noting pleasantly that he wasn’t wearing a shirt. Hehe, yay. He smiled wanly, not bothering to move from the ground.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/color] |
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Post by dumbanddumber on Jul 25, 2008 2:29:40 GMT -5
&& Why So Serious??
Marco rubbed his eyes, but was startled backwards as the boy pretty much yelped and fell. Marco stood watching the other boy, bright green eyes locking onto the others. God, what was with all the hot guys lately? they were making it REALLY hard for the boy to be semi loyal to his soon to be girlfriend.. Well, bridgete was pretty much his girlfriend. He had gotten into a fist fight with a guy over her, and they had only made out about half a billlion times... but they werent officially going out.
Oh well. She had been hurt in the past by a bisexual guy, and marco wasnt going to be the second one to hurt her. So he kept his mouth shut, but his eyes never left the other. marco broke eye contact to stretch again, letting out a fairly loud yawn, raising his built arms over his head. He made a twisty stretch face, before his arms returned to scratch his bare chest.
But the boy couldnt help but chuckle at the other. He smiled. hehe... sorry about that.... He apologized, and held out a hand to help him up.
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Post by Charlie Parker on Jul 29, 2008 14:35:50 GMT -5
Charlie looked back at the first guy that came over as he fell over. It was rather entertaining to watch, but Charlie kept his straight face. It was sadly easy to do so in his current state of mind. Wasn't he supposed to be excited? He was getting married after all. He just really needed to talk to Sebastian or someone besides Hayley who he knew really well and could get advice from. His fiance was going to have a baby for crying out loud, and he didn't think he was ready for that. He loved Hayley, and he knew that she had raised a kid on her own...but he was still a little freaked out. He supposed all he really needed was for someone to convince him that he would be fine.
He wasn't going to say anything to these two though. He had a feeling that they wouldn't have any more experience than he did with this stuff, considering that they both looked like they were about 17 or so, and Charlie was 21, a former cop, getting married, living with his fiance, and expecting a kid...surely they couldn't have any more experience with this sort of stuff than he did. No, he wasn't going to way anything about it. If they asked, he'd just say it was stress with the wedding, which wasn't a complete lie. Anthony and Derrick had told him that they were going to take him out to get his outfit for the wedding, and if possible they were going to get Seb to come too, so he would probably talk to the three of them later. It was nice to have friends that he could count on...even if they were going to force him into every store that had this sort of stuff and make him try on ever possible combination of outfits. Sometimes he could swear that they looked for every possible opportunity to toucher him.
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Post by _Keeli Michaels_ on Aug 25, 2008 16:02:11 GMT -5
Keeli walked down the long stable hall, smelling in the pleasant scent of horses. It felt so homey here, so comfortable. She stopped at Ava's door, the white face was out and eyes bright in greeting. She nickered, wanting attention, as usual. Keeli smiled, and rubbed the soft bit between her nostrils. Ava pushed against her hand, loving the attention. She always did. Keeli then kissed Ava's nose, and patted her neck. She wasn't riding, amazingly, today. She was just going to relax. It was not something she wanted, but she knew that she needed to do something besides ride her beloved mare. She sighed, and kept walking on. Her tank was tight, as was her jeans, to make her seem skinnier. Not that she wasn't. But heck, what was so bad about showing it off? Her hair wasn't in a ponytail today, she had decided since she wasn't riding that she could keep it down. It felt good; the softness brushing on her long, skinny neck. She rounded the corner, and stopped dead in her tracks at what was a couple of stalls down.
It wasn't fear that stopped her, that would be stupid. But it was shock. There were two boys, both shirtless and one laying on the ground, the other standing over him, kindly lending a hand. Keeli giggled. What a strange sight. Not to mention they were both kinda cute...She smiled, and kept walking. Then she looked at them questioningly. What was he even doing on the ground? It seemed sort of strange. She shrugged slightly, and looked at them. "Hi..." she started. What was she supposted to say? It seemed a little lame that she just say hi and walk off. So she just stood there, watching them. Then the horse caught her attention. He was gorgeous! She looked at him, her eyes widening. "Wow, handsome horse! Is he yours?" she asked, looking at both of the guys. She didn't wait for them to anwser though, she stuck her hand out slowly, palm up so that the horse could smell her. She didn't want to startle the horse, that was just down-right not smart, in her opinion. What if the horse was sensitive? Or used to be abused? So she took in easy, waiting for the horse to choose whether to trust her or not.
Then something out of the corner of her eye caught her attention. She turned her head, and then she made out the strange form. It was a man, he head in his hands, and he looked down-right depressed or seriously problemicated. Was that a word? Well, it just looked like he had a lot of problems. She looked at him, her brown eyes sympathetic. "Hey, are you OK?" she asked. It wasn't nosy, and it was just an open invitation for a conversation. He looked so lost, confused. What was the matter with him? She hated seeing anyone in pain, or stressed. This man looked both. It just made her heart ache looking at him. She waited there, still wondering about what the mans' problem was. Then she remembered the two boys behind her. Well, what all of their problems were. The boys behind her seemed just plain weird, but there was something about the man in the stall. It made her want to help him more.
Comments; Woo! Muse burst! 580! xD =D
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Post by Charlie Parker on Aug 27, 2008 14:43:06 GMT -5
It seemed like everything was very ready to fall to pieces around Charlie, and the only thing that was holding it together was him not freaking out about it...which wasn't a good thing considering how very close he was to freaking out. Who would've thought that he could get stressed out like this? He was usually the calm one that was never bothered by anyone or anything. But here he was, totally exhausted and feeling like he was being crushed by everything he had to do. It was more than just wedding planning for him though, it was wedding planning, baby planning, finding out he had a half brother that he never knew about, having his little brother show up unexpectedly and start liking the one person in the whole world that Charlie hated, being in Sebastian's wedding...he was going to go insane with all of this.
Don't get me wrong now, he really wanted to get married to Hayley, but it was so stressful with all the planning. he wanted to have kids with her...just maybe not yet. He was glad he finally knew about his half brother...but not under the circumstances that they had met. He was incredibly glad to see his little brother again...but to have him falling for Annie? No, that wasn't good. He was more than happy to be in Sebastian's wedding and stand beside him while he made the biggest step in his entire life....but...well there was no but for that one. He was just taking on a huge heap of responsibility all at once and it was driving him up the walls.
Suddenly he heard a voice asking him if he was okay...well, he still didn't have an answer to that question. He supposed he was okay, stress wasn't a big deal really...nothing he couldn't handle. He looked up at the person asking him, and smiled pleasantly. Yeah, I'm okay. He answered a little wearily, Just trying to plan my wedding. He figured that if she knew anything about how that went she would understand that he meant it was getting slightly stressful like it would for any guy who was trying to plan his wedding. He wasn't hugely into details normally, so he had to totally change his way of thinking for all of this, and it was tough.
He was usually pretty good at handling stress, considering he used to be a cop which is basically the most stressful job in the world...aside from President or something like that. But all of this, it was all different from being a cop. As a policeman, all he had to do was arrest people or give them tickets for this or that...but while planning his wedding, he couldn't just write up a slip of paper and leave it at that...no he had to go over every last little thing and mop up all edery speck of dust that might mess something up. He wanted everything to be perfect for Hayley, and achieving perfection was no easy task.
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Post by _Keeli Michaels_ on Aug 27, 2008 15:24:49 GMT -5
Keeli watched as the man slowly spoke. She couldn't think of the word to describe him, he wasn't angry, no-he didn't look sad...He looked a little tuckered out. Stressed-yes, that was the word. He looked beyond stressed, like a thousand pounds had fallen on him and he was slowly, inch by inch, pushing them off of himself, somehow still alive. She was trying to come up with a reason when he explained.
Well, that most certainly made sence. She had always heard weddings were the most annoying, time-taking things you can ever do. They made you stressed, just as he was. She remembered just a little when her cousin got married. She had been about seven, and they had asked her to be the flower girl. Of course she had been completely excited, it was something fun to do, and she got to look pretty. Hey, she was seven, give her a break! Anyhow, she distictly remembered when it had almost killed her cousin and her fiance's relationship. It was so much stress to handle, and they had gotten in some kind of fight. They got over it though, but Keeli could understand why he was so stressed. He obviously wanted to make everything perfect, and she could understand. If you loved someone that much, then you would do anything for them. If it was someone you truely, honest-to-god loved. It was something you would sacrifice anything for. Love was something no one could really tame, it was something that was wild and unstoppable. It was unlike any other. Or so she heard. She herself had never been in love, nor did she think she would any time soon.
She then looked at the man, and nodded, smiling, "I always heard they could really tucker you out. I remember my cousins' wedding. It was beautiful." She smiled. It was just something to let him get in the conversation, so then he wouldn't have to think only about the stress he was in. She then started blabbering a little, "I have always wondered why everyone wanted a big wedding...A small wedding has always seemed so much more appealing to me. Like with a soft, sort of calm wedding. Flowers, cream and white colors...I always thought the flowers made everything so much more beautiful...you know what I mean? The scent, the way they make everything so much more elegant?" she had noticed the blabbering, and decided to just make some simple suggestions.
Keeli smiled, and then added, "My parents, Ryan and Jamie Micheals, She had to gulp there. It was really hard for her to say their real names, let alone Mom and Dad, "and they said they had one of those small weddings. They only had family and friends, and they said it was one of the most beautiful weddings in their entire life they had seen. I have a bunch of their pictures." Though she would never tell him that she hadn't looked at them in years.
Then a thought came in her mind. What if..."Would you like any help? My family has always said I had good taste...I mean, not that you really have to, but any suggestions for anything...I would love to help." It was an offer, something he most certainly didn't have to accept. She knew some people prefered to have someone they really knew help them, but what about wedding planners? I mean, they had always hired. She had been thinking of doing that not too long ago, either. She had actually signed up to help at a store. They were still deciding. She was hoping she would get the job. But she really was a good organizer, and she really wanted-and needed-something to do. Something creative. Well, just maybe, this could be her chance.
Word Count: 660 (wow. I am doing pretty good, here. xD)
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Post by Charlie Parker on Aug 31, 2008 19:54:49 GMT -5
If her original intention was to get his mind off being stressed out about it all, it was really working. I mean, yeah she was sort of rambling on about wedding stuff, but he wasn't thinking about the ten thousand things he had to do before his wedding could become a reality. Even if it wasn't her intention to make him forget about it all, that was what had just happened, so it was good for him either way. I guess saying he had forgotten about it wasn't the right terminology. If he had forgotten about all of it he would kill himself because he had to remember to do it all or else Hayley might kill him. She had been acting a bit strange lately...but it could have just been because she was pregnant or something.
When she said her parents' names, he had to stop and think for a minute. He knew those names vaguely. He was terrible for remembering details, but he knew he knew them. Somehow, he had to know them. It really didn't look it, but he was struggling internally to remember. He had to remember who they were or it would drive him completely insane. He figured it was something to do with when he was a cop, but what. He was trying to put names to faces, and faces to events, and it wasn't working out too well. He'd get it eventually, he always did, but until then it was going to make him internally crazy.
She continued on, and offered to help him out with the wedding planning. Ah finally! He had been hoping to find someone to help him out. Sebastian was too busy with his wedding, Anthony was too busy riding hit nutso horses, Hayley was kind of well...moody and pregnant...and everyone else he knew was busy with their own lives, and he didn't even want to ask them and make them feel obligated to help. But she was offering it, without him even so much as mentioning that he needed help. And if she was good at details...well that was something he was really bad at, and needed all the help he could get.
I'd really appreciate that...if you really want to I mean. He replied, obviously quite grateful for her offer. Just as soon as those words had exited his mouth, it hit him like a freight train going 120 mph. He knew he had known those names! Like I said, he would remember eventually, it was only a matter of time. He had been correct in assuming that it had been while he had been a policeman. Although, it was under good circumstances that he knew them, which wasn't normally the case, so this was a very very good thing.
March 14, He said suddenly, and quite randomly. It seemed to have nothing to do with what they were even talking about. There was a car accident on the corner of Third and Main. Some fool in a white mini van ran the light and T-boned a red Chevy Charger. I was first on scene. He finished, wondering if she would know what he was talking about. He hoped to God these were the same people, otherwise he'd look like a complete fool. But as long as his memory was true to him, and he was fairly sure it was, he knew her parents.
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Post by _Keeli Michaels_ on Aug 31, 2008 21:29:13 GMT -5
Keeli smiled, watching the stress ease a little. She was happy to help. Or at lease she hoped that was the reason he seemed to be a little brighter. His eyes were more clear, and he seemed more...well, in the present. Not lost in his own thoughts and worrying about what was going good or wrong about his wedding. Her advantage of reading peoples faces was really helping her. He was really easy to read, actually. And she thought it was good that her little talent would really help him.
He seemed to be concentrating on something, so she waited and pet his amazing horse. She took a glimps at the name plate: Brigadier. What an interesting name. But very strong, sturdy, it fit the horse perfectly. She had to admit, he was a gorgeous horse. So she was still gently stroking Brigadiers' neck when Charlie came a little out of his concentration. Her heart thudded in excitement when he said he would really appreciate it if she helped. "I would love to help! I am always availiable, I promise that one. All you would have to do is call if you would even need help getting napkins! I don't even care. I would just love to help." It was true. She loved to help people. It made her really happy to help people with their problems. This seemed like a good chance.
Her mind started planning a wedding by itself. Flowers, maybe a light lavender or any color they would like, around a curved, elegant ark, sprawling gorgeously over it. Outside on a lake, maybe, with family, and close friends. White chairs sitting to watch, a tent sitting nearby. Then maybe ribbons and some more flowers as the center peices.
It all just folded out in her mind, clear as day. She was beyond excited now, and she would do all she could to not dissappoint him and his fiance'. Wouldn't it be great if she made them the wedding they had always wanted? She just wanted to jump and clap her hands like a little kid. What a great opportunity! She was about to jump in pure glee.
Then he said words that made her smile disappear. "March 14...There was a car accident on the corner of Third and Main. Some fool in a white mini van ran the light and T-boned a red Chevy Charger. I was first on scene." She stared strait at him, her eyes wide and filled with some tears. She wanted to scream. She swallowed, trying to let go of the lump that had set deep in her throat. Why, oh why had he brought that up? She looked at him, and said in a shaky whisper, "You knew my father." She nodded, knowing it was true. "He was the one in the Chevy Charger. He was coming home from work, and me and Ryan were waiting at home. We were excited, because he was bringing donuts..."
She remembered the day so clearly like it had only happened two hours ago.
Keeli looked at Ryan, "Man, I don't know about you, but I really want some donuts!" Ryan nodded, "You have no idea. He better get here soon, or I'm gonna drop to the ground dead." Keeli laughed, completely understanding. She went to the window, staring out. Fifteen minutes later she sighed. "How can it be taking him this long? It only takes about three minutes to get there!" She was starting to get angry. Dad was probably just hogging all of the donuts for himself. "If he eats my glazed ones I'm gonna punch him."
Then the phone rang. Ryan ran to it, with a happy, "Hello?" Then Keeli watched as the smile disappeared like a light. His eyes widened at filled with fear and tears. "Is-is he OK?" he asked into the phone. Keeli ran to him, "What happened?!" Not again. First Mom, now Dad too? This was just too much. She stared at Ryan until he was done with the phone and was getting on his shoes, explaining as he threw her flip-flops to her. "Dad was in a car accident. He is OK, but we need to get to the hospital." Fear gripped Keeli's heart, threatning to shatter it as it had plenty the last couple of months.
Keeli's tears spilled over a little. Her dad hadn't died, thank the lord, but she would never forget the fear that gripped her with she saw him all bandaged up. Three broken ribs, hand completely busted, he had cuts everywhere. But he had just sat there, and took her hand with his good one and rubbed it. All he said was, while she sat in terror-"Sorry, Kiddin, the donuts got squashed."
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