Surprisingly Okay

Hello lovely Sherlollians! I’m here to announce that the theme for the Sherlolly 2021 calendar will be “book club”!

What does that mean? Well, I took inspiration from all of you who submitted responses to my poll about this a few weeks ago and I realized that a lot of the ideas could be condensed down into this theme. Each month, I will have an AU based on one of my favorite books! Based on your responses from that poll, I’m pretty sure that you guys will really love what I end up doing with them. 

When will the calendar go on sale? Well, realistically? Probably the first week of December. If I can, I will try to have a pre-sale earlier than that, but if I do, I will make an announcement here first. 

Additionally, thanks to a request from the wonderful @mychakk​, I will probably be making the art from previous calendars available in some form. Not sure how yet, but that’s also in the works! 

Sherlolly 2020 Calendar: February

I love the idea of adventures on rooftops! This Agatha Christie title lent itself perfectly! 

@artbylexie, thank you very very VERY much for this gorgeous commission for my Cabin Pressure OTP, Martin & Theresa. Martin is staring in awe at his new Swiss Airways cap while Theresa beams proudly (she KNEW he could do it!).

It’s my first fanfic and NATURALLY it’s Sherlolly! I’m utter trash for this ship. Anyways, I do hope you enjoy! Comment if you would like me to make a Part 2!

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Sherlock stepped out of the helicopter on the landing pad at Sherrinford, his violin case in his hands. The sea air swept across his dark curls. The events that occurred at Sherrinford had not passed lightly; Mycroft and his parents still had tense relations and Eurus wasn’t speaking.

Sherlock nodded briefly at the guards who opened up the doors to the high security prison. He stepped inside the elevator which led to the room where Eurus was being held.

The elevator doors slid open and he stepped out into the room. The glass walls had been newly enforced, and suddenly more cameras where put into place. Eurus sat still and unmoving, staring at the wall. As he began to play, she slowly turned towards him.

The uncharacteristic soft melody echoed around the chamber. Eurus listened for a moment before smiling slightly. And she spoke.

“I see… you and the pathologist have made up?”

Sherlock stopped playing in shock. Not only had Eurus spoken after weeks of unsuccessful attempts, but she had spoken to him about Molly. Ever since the phone call, Molly and Sherlock had been tense with each other. He only saw her in the morgue and when she was coming over to babysit Rosie.

“It’s been… going well,” Sherlock began, but Eurus silenced him with a look worthy of Mycroft.

“No, it hasn’t. And don’t look at me like that. New callouses on your fingers- you’ve been playing the violin more often, and you do that when you need to think. Your eyes are tired and you have been on more cases than usual- you go on more cases when you are afraid to feel. And lastly, you’ve began to express emotion- you are learning how to love.” Eurus gazed at him with piercing Holmesian eyes. “What may we deduce about your heart?”

Sherlock shifted his gaze downwards. “You aren’t wrong,” he admitted after a moments hesitation. “I haven’t talked with her yet. And it’s best if I don’t… it doesn’t seem she wants to talk about the phone call either,” Sherlock looked up again to find Eurus still staring at him.

She hummed slowly. “Tick tock, the door’s unlocked, Molly’s in love with Sherlock,” she smiled slowly as she saw Sherlocks reaction. “Your folly, melancholy, Sherlock’s in love with Molly,” Eurus turned around and walked back to the middle of the room.

“And what do you suggest I do?” Sherlock asked defiantly.

Eurus stared at him for a moment before looking away. “She likes your aubergine shirt. She loves the way you play the violin. She sees gentleness in you that not many others wouldn’t. I suggest you apologize and clear anything up. Then take her to Angelo’s,” Eurus mimicked Molly’s voice. “I can’t say that Sherlock… not to you… b-because it’s true…”

Sherlock took a step towards the glass and glared at Eurus. “Don’t mock her. Don’t do anything of the sort.” He hissed, before turning away to the elevator. He stopped as he heard Eurus laughing softly.

“Ahhhhh… there we go! You’d protect your pathologist even from mockery. Now go talk to her. It’s the very least you. First think, then feel. And finally, you love.”

Sherlock smiled for a bit. “I’ll take your word for it… sis,” he said as he turned around to walk back into the elevator.

Just as he saw the doors skidding shut, he heard Eurus one last time.

Getting back to outstanding requests that need filling.

From this prompt list- https://writingwife-83.tumblr.com/post/164059902833/another-kiss-meme

17. Hungry kisses on every bit of newly visible skin as clothing is slowly peeled away

Ok so I feel like I kind of tweaked this a bit. The whole “slowly peeled away” part…yeah I changed that lol. Idk, this scenario was just the first thing that came to my mind when I looked at that prompt, so hopely you enjoy it despite the fact that what I wrote is probably different pacing than the prompt actually calls for. *shrug* I went with the inspiration haha! 

Welcome Home

Sherlock barely saw it coming. The second he’d walked into the flat, Molly collided with him at enough speed to shove him backward against the door he’d just shut.

“Molly, you’re still up- mmph!”

His words were drowned instantly as she grasped his face between her palms and lifted up on tiptoes to passionately consume his mouth. He was actually a bit dazed by the time she pulled away.

“Hi,” she breathed out, eyes roving excitedly over his face.

“Well…hello,” Sherlock answered with a little chuckle.

“You were gone so long,” she groaned through clenched teeth, running her palms firmly over his shoulders, chest, and arms as if she were trying to get every bit of what she’d been missing so desperately.

“Yes, it was an incredibly long and taxing week, and I’m relieved to be home now that the case is solved,” he said with a weary little sigh. “And I’ve also been in the air for almost eight hours, so I desperately need to wash up.”

Molly’s eyes lit up even brighter as she took his hand and dragged him, almost too hastily for him to kick his shoes off.

“Oh you’re right, you should have a nice hot shower!” She practically skipped into the bathroom, pulling him in before shutting the door and then turning on the tap.

“Darling, no need to worry about me. I’ll be fine,” Sherlock said kindly as he shrugged off his suit jacket and hung it on the door. “It’s almost one in the morning. Why don’t you get some rest and as soon as I’m-”

Sherlock’s back hit the bathroom wall as Molly pinned him with unexpected strength, fisting some hair on the back of his head to bring his mouth down to hers again. She used her lips to easily part his and kissed him deep enough to make his tired body simultaneously melt and come alive.

She pulled away again, both of them now breathing hard as she started working at his shirt buttons.

“You were gone,” she gasped, “for too long.”

He heard some little pops as a couple innocent button were sacrificed in the process of her whipping the dress shirt back and off his shoulders.

“A-apparently,” he choked out as she began covering his chest with very appreciative kisses.

He could swear she wasn’t missing one single muscle, as if she were counting them off along the way.

Well, it was Molly. So it was possible.

“Never…leave me for that long…again. I don’t care…if the case…is a twenty!” she practically growled.

The anger in her verbal chastising at his absence was somewhat muted seeing as every few words were punctuated with the warm touch of her lips. She paused a split second to throw her own dressing gown off almost angrily before returning her enthusiastic attention to his skin, moving upward and pressing kisses all along his shoulders and neck.

By that point, especially with the occasional addition of her teeth and tongue, Sherlock could barely think clearly enough to do anything besides hold onto her tightly, burying his fingers in her hair as he basked in the euphoria that only her touch and her lips could offer. Yes, he silently agreed with his wife, he had been gone too long. He’d missed her far more than he realized.

Still happily sighing into Sherlock’s neck, Molly reached over blindly to push the shower curtain aside before finally lifting her head.

“Come on, let’s get in,” she commanded breathlessly with an accompanying tug at his belt.

Sherlock chuckled low as he took her hint and continued with the rest of his undressing, though he went at a more leisurely pace while taking the opportunity to tease just a bit.

“You know, I was wondering if this would happen. I had my doubts and thought that it could be a bit of a myth, so decided to reserve my judgement. But it seems you have indeed turned the corner since my departure for the case. This is what now? Almost fourteen weeks? Mm, yes the timing would make sense. Suppose it’s true what they say then…about the second trimester.” He gave her a little wink.

Molly’s lips twisted in mild amusement, though she was also clearly still oozing impatience as she gestured aggressively toward the shower.

“Are we going to stand here and discuss my hormones or are you shutting up, getting naked, and getting in the shower with me?!”

The fact that she then discarded her sleep shirt and gave him a pointed look while stepping behind the curtain definitely ensured that his choice was to very happily follow her lead. There was quite honestly nowhere else he’d rather be.

Though, he did make a mental note to record the latest findings on his pregnancy spreadsheet in the morning.

She crawls into bed, eyes raw and red from crying, throat scratchy, stomach unsettled from a combination of emotional turmoil and half a bottle of really bad red she’d been too frugal to just dump down the drain.

What was Sherlock trying to do, destroy her? Wreck her emotionally? Unbalance the delicate equilibrium she thought they’d achieved in their relationship?

Or had she been a fool to believe they had any kind of a relationship at all?

We’re friends, you’re my friend!

Well, friends didn’t do that sort of thing to one another. They didn’t demand gut wrenching confessions of love from one another. They didn’t…

“I love you, Molly.”

His voice is weary, gravelly, thick with clotted tears. She sits up. Turns on the light. Regards him as he stands in the doorway of her bedroom. Sees the dark circles under his eyes, the weariness in his posture, the carefully bandaged knuckles on both his hands - but it’s not what she sees that brings her to her feet, it’s what she hears.

Sincerity. Without being prompted. “You’re saying it like you mean it,” she says, standing next to her bed while she waits to hear what he has to say in his defense. If anything.

He bows his head. “I do mean it,” he rasps. “I wanted you to know that. No matter what else comes of tonight, I wanted you to know that I meant it. I mean it. It’s true, so I’m saying it anyway.”

She crosses the room. Takes him gently by the arm. Brings him to her bed and helps him remove jacket, shoes and socks. Lies next to him, not touching, but their faces only inches apart.

“Tell me what happened, Sherlock. Tell me why. It’s the only way we’ll move past this…and then, when you’re finished, I’ll say it back to you.”

Never removing his eyes from hers, he tells her the entire horrible tale.

When he finishes, she remains silent. Taking it all in. Then she reaches out and finally allows herself to touch him. To caress his cheek with the tips of her fingers. His eyes close, but the breath he releases sounds relieved.

“I love you, Sherlock Holmes,” she says softly. The second time she’s said the words. “I love you.”

I wanted to flesh out the brief lines I wrote for the collab with @elennemigo on this gif set for this 3rd ILY anniversary. And to explain my inspiration a bit, back before TFP aired and the ILY was shown in the trailer, I wrote this post in reaction. Looking back, tho I was thankfully so flipping wrong lol, I still think my take on Sherlock’s tone isn’t too far off. ❤️

Molly settled her cheek against Sherlock’s chest and her arm over his middle where he was propped against the head of the bed. She enjoyed the moment of stillness, the warmth of his skin, and the rhythm of his breathing.

Sherlock leaned down momentarily, planting a kiss on the top of her head as he continued scrolling through emails on his mobile.

“Love you,” he said, quick but sincere, and it made her smile.

The expression was never perfunctory. It had never become something she took for granted, even years later. Each and every time, it meant something.

And in the occasional quiet moment, like this one, the now familiar expression made the hands of time turn backwards in her head.

“Did I ever tell you?” Molly began slowly.

“Mm.”

“There was something so different about that first time you said, ‘I love you.’ Well, the second time,” she clarified with a short laugh.

Yes, she considered that first one to be more of a practice run. It took that one to get him started so that his heart could finally take over.

Sherlock lowered the phone to his lap, clearly paying closer attention now.

“It sounded different,” Molly whispered, fingers moving just a little over his skin. “I’ve thought about it, especially in comparison to all the other times I’ve heard it over the years. It just had a different tone and quality to it. Not in a bad way! I dunno, maybe I’m imagining things.”

She shrugged to herself, half expecting him to hum thoughtfully in response and then return to whatever he was looking at. It was still painful for him to talk about Sherrinford. But after a long pause, she felt his chest rise with inhalation, and he spoke.

“You’re right, it was different,” Sherlock said softly, prompting Molly to tilt her head and gaze up at his profile. “That particular time was different from every other time I’ve said it since then.”

He looked down at her, reaching up to ghost his fingers over the contours of her face as he went on.

“Because I wasn’t just telling you…I was telling myself.”

Molly smiled, covering his hand with hers as she drank in the insightful words. As he said it she realized how right he was, the previously undefinable difference in the statement suddenly making so much more sense.

Sherlock returned her gentle smile, visibly contented in admitting the full weight of those three groundbreaking little words…

So when I got this ask it ended up inspiring me a little. My answer is going to be a little ficlet instead of a legit answer, so hopefully that won’t bother you lol. Besides, I don’t think this is totally out of the realm of possibility. We can happily imagine…

There’s Still A Chance

John pulled the blanket around his shoulders a little tighter in the back seat of the police cruiser and let out a heavy sigh. “God, I can’t wait to hold Rosie,” he murmured.

Sherlock continued staring silently out his window.

“Hey,” John prodded gently, making his friend turn. “You did good today. You should be proud.”

Sherlock barely smiled. “People did die, John.”

He nodded. “Yeah but some people didn’t. Your parents still have all three of their children because of you. I get to go home and raise my daughter because of you. You did that.”

John cleared his throat a minute later, after some more silence had set in, deciding it was a reasonable time to unearth another more specific topic.

“So…Molly.”

Sherlock’s head whirled round again to meet his gaze before swallowing thickly and facing ahead.

“Yes,” he answered softly, perhaps a little nervously.

“So during that phone call you- you told her you…” John started slowly, and Sherlock took the bait.

“I did think she was about to die, John.”

John shook his head and smiled. “I knew you were gonna say that. I knew that’s what you were going to say when I brought this up. Sherlock, look, I’m not talking about how it happened. I don’t care if she was surrounded by bombs or in a cage or in that coffin or if she was just standing there in front of you. The point is…you meant it.”

Sherlock kept his gaze straight ahead but John could detect a shift in his demeanor.

John boldly repeated his statement. “Sherlock, you meant it.”

Finally, the stoic detective turned and looked him in the eye, speaking not much above a whisper.

“Maybe I did.”

“Ok,” John acknowledged, nodding slowly. “So you meant it. So then…what now? I mean, I know you don’t typically do…that sort of thing but I can’t help wonder if things might be different now. Things should be different now, I’d think. You’ve scoffed at sentiment for years but, mate, what saved you today? What saved everyone who walked away today? It wasn’t cold unfeeling logic, I can tell you that much for sure. If that’s all you had you never would have won. Because I think we all know Eurus has got you beat in that department. No, what saved us was your heart. Doesn’t that tell you something?”

Sherlock pressed his lips together nervously, no argument to offer, likely because he knew there was none to be had.

“So…” John pressed on. “What now?”

Sherlock inhaled and released the air from his lungs slowly, the plain old oxygen probably filling in for the comfort of nicotine that he’d never fully stop craving. Finally he squared his shoulders and his eyes brightened just a bit.

“Do you know, John, I believe you’ve already told me what to do next.”

John tilted his head and frowned in question. “Have I?”

Sherlock gave him a little smirk and cleared his throat in preparation to repeat the words. “Text her, phone her, do something…while there’s still a chance.”

John’s lips lifted slowly in a smile at his familiar wording before returning the favor and repeating words of Sherlock’s. “If you’d like to know how I predict the future…”

Sherlock chuckled. “No need to be smug, John.”

“Ooh, I think there’s need. Anytime I’m in the right I think I’ll have to use the chance to be just a bit smug.”

Before anything else could be said, John leaned forward toward the front seat. “Scuse me, could we use your mobile?”

The driver immediately complied, passing the device to John. Sherlock looked a little frightened as John settled back in his seat and reached his hand over, holding out the phone for him to take. Of course he was frightened, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t finally ready.

“While there’s still a chance,” John repeated softly, giving another gentle push.

Finally, slowly, Sherlock reached out and took the phone. He stared at it in his hands then, motionless before once again speaking the words that were quickly becoming like a mantra for him, making his fingers move to dial the familiar sequence of numbers.

Sherlock and Toby

“I’ve been patient enough with you Curlylocks but now it’s time for you and I to have a talk” Was the first thing Sherlock heard as a furry paw in his face woke him up “Cat to man” and then he realized he was actually hearing Molly’s cat

Toby was sitting on his chest calmly licking his paws while he waited for Sherlock to wake up properly “you talked, this isn’t scientifically possible” Sherlock muttered looking at the cat “you’re wearing a sweater”

“Of course I’m wearing a sweater this is England for Magic’s sake! I’m not a heathen, public nudity is strictly for the help” the cat gave Sherlock a pointed look “but that’s not the point, the point is that you need to procure more of Angelo’s chunky meat salsa”

“I’m dreaming, I must have eaten some of Mrs Hudson’s marijuana baked goods, this is a hallucination” Sherlock kept telling himself, because not even in his mind palace had he ever engineered something as bizarre as a talking Toby.

“Ugh and they call you clever” Toby spat with distaste “Fine Curlylocks, I’m a hallucination, I’m a manifestation of your subconscious and your secret desires in the form of a cat” Toby said in an exaggerated mystical tone “hear me talk woooo woooo” he pitched his voice like the ghosts he’d seen in Molly’s telly

If anything Sherlock looked even less convinced “Go on” he nodded just to see what the cat would do

“Your subconscious is telling you that Molly’s cat could really use some gourmet sushi” Toby announced “in other words, if I’m going to share my Molly with you and your over abundance of posh tottie hair products, we need some ground rules”

“You share Molly? Molly isn’t yours, she’s mine” Sherlock didn’t like the possessive way this cat talked, even in his subconscious, Toby sounded like his voice belonged in a Victorian melodrama “this is ridiculous”

“No! What’s ridiculous is that your mating scent is all over her when I go to bed in my Kitty cushions, I understand your need to mark her all night but have some respect for the feline overlord, the noises you make hardly let me sleep”

Sherlock blinked, thinking back to all the past nights he’d dropped by Molly’s flat “randomly” and ended up in bed with her, his cat subconscious might be on to something “what do you suggest I do then?” He usually talked to Watson about things like these but Toby was still staring with an unamused face “what would make Molly happy?”

“You’ve got a personality that speaks to cats like me, I like you Curlylocks” And by that he meant jerk cats who thought themselves Kings of the universe, not the over indulged smiling kitties that were nice to everyone “I am not saying don’t mate with my owner, I’m not that delusional, but you should wine and dine her more often, take her out to see a body farm, have a candlelight dinner in a cemetery, bring me leftovers from Le Cordeun Bleu”

“Great, a talking cat is telling me advice on sentiment” Sherlock sighed to himself, this was worse than Watson “I’ll have you know Toby that Molly loves dining in, she likes it when it’s just the two of us together in a private setting, eating quietly”

“Yes, I know” Toby said “I of all the bloody cats in London know how much you love eating in here” he sent Sherlock a wounded look “Molly and I bought the dinning table together, I used to love that table, you defiled my table”

“Should I be apologizing right now?” Sherlock didn’t know why or if he should feel ashamed of being scolded about his intimate activities by a cat, but still he tried valiantly to soldier on with the conversation “because I do not want to apologise, in fact, maybe I should have the table moved to Baker Street”

“Ughhh you’re impossible, Curlylocks, I’ll spell down the rules to you clearly” Toby plopped inches away from his face “Start calling Molly your girlfriend, take her out dancing every once in a while and buy me designer catnip, if you fail to do any of these things I promise you” the cat threatened “you won’t be able to get the smell of my urine out of your trousers” and with that Toby turned on his tail and jumped out of Sherlock’s chest heading for his litter box

Later when Molly arrived from the morgue she found Sherlock strangely affectionate “Good case today?” She hummed as he warped his arms around her middle

Sherlock and Toby

“I’ve been patient enough with you Curlylocks but now it’s time for you and I to have a talk” Was the first thing Sherlock heard as a furry paw in his face woke him up “Cat to man” and then he realized he was actually hearing Molly’s cat

Toby was sitting on his chest calmly licking his paws while he waited for Sherlock to wake up properly “you talked, this isn’t scientifically possible” Sherlock muttered looking at the cat “you’re wearing a sweater”

“Of course I’m wearing a sweater this is England for Magic’s sake! I’m not a heathen, public nudity is strictly for the help” the cat gave Sherlock a pointed look “but that’s not the point, the point is that you need to procure more of Angelo’s chunky meat salsa”

“I’m dreaming, I must have eaten some of Mrs Hudson’s marijuana baked goods, this is a hallucination” Sherlock kept telling himself, because not even in his mind palace had he ever engineered something as bizarre as a talking Toby.

“Ugh and they call you clever” Toby spat with distaste “Fine Curlylocks, I’m a hallucination, I’m a manifestation of your subconscious and your secret desires in the form of a cat” Toby said in an exaggerated mystical tone “hear me talk woooo woooo” he pitched his voice like the ghosts he’d seen in Molly’s telly

If anything Sherlock looked even less convinced “Go on” he nodded just to see what the cat would do

“Your subconscious is telling you that Molly’s cat could really use some gourmet sushi” Toby announced “in other words, if I’m going to share my Molly with you and your over abundance of posh tottie hair products, we need some ground rules”

“You share Molly? Molly isn’t yours, she’s mine” Sherlock didn’t like the possessive way this cat talked, even in his subconscious, Toby sounded like his voice belonged in a Victorian melodrama “this is ridiculous”

“No! What’s ridiculous is that your mating scent is all over her when I go to bed in my Kitty cushions, I understand your need to mark her all night but have some respect for the feline overlord, the noises you make hardly let me sleep”

Sherlock blinked, thinking back to all the past nights he’d dropped by Molly’s flat “randomly” and ended up in bed with her, his cat subconscious might be on to something “what do you suggest I do then?” He usually talked to Watson about things like these but Toby was still staring with an unamused face “what would make Molly happy?”

“You’ve got a personality that speaks to cats like me, I like you Curlylocks” And by that he meant jerk cats who thought themselves Kings of the universe, not the over indulged smiling kitties that were nice to everyone “I am not saying don’t mate with my owner, I’m not that delusional, but you should wine and dine her more often, take her out to see a body farm, have a candlelight dinner in a cemetery, bring me leftovers from Le Cordeun Bleu”

“Great, a talking cat is telling me advice on sentiment” Sherlock sighed to himself, this was worse than Watson “I’ll have you know Toby that Molly loves dining in, she likes it when it’s just the two of us together in a private setting, eating quietly”

“Yes, I know” Toby said “I of all the bloody cats in London know how much you love eating in here” he sent Sherlock a wounded look “Molly and I bought the dinning table together, I used to love that table, you defiled my table”

“Should I be apologizing right now?” Sherlock didn’t know why or if he should feel ashamed of being scolded about his intimate activities by a cat, but still he tried valiantly to soldier on with the conversation “because I do not want to apologise, in fact, maybe I should have the table moved to Baker Street”

“Ughhh you’re impossible, Curlylocks, I’ll spell down the rules to you clearly” Toby plopped inches away from his face “Start calling Molly your girlfriend, take her out dancing every once in a while and buy me designer catnip, if you fail to do any of these things I promise you” the cat threatened “you won’t be able to get the smell of my urine out of your trousers” and with that Toby turned on his tail and jumped out of Sherlock’s chest heading for his litter box

Later when Molly arrived from the morgue she found Sherlock strangely affectionate “Good case today?” She hummed as he warped his arms around her middle

Hello anon… Well, is true that the Sherlock fandom is now a little less active but i still manage to find Sherlock stuff to share and I´ll keep creating content for it as long as i am active in this hell site lol

If you follow me, you´d know that I´m a sherlolly shipper so all the blogs I follow here and reblog from are still active. Writing, creating art, sharing content, just to name a few:

@mizjoely

@writingwife-83

@thisisartbylexie

@simplyshelbs16xoxo

@strangelock221b

Then you have multishippers, jlock or more general blogs like 

@notagarroter 

@thelostsmiles

@finalproblem 

@silent-micka 

@incorrectbbcsherlockquotes 

@violincameos

who also create and share Sherlock content.

I´m forgeting a lot of people, i know and I´m so deeply sorry, but i can´t name everyone so, I´ll ask you this: 

IF YOU´RE ACTIVE IN THE SHERLOCK FANDOM, GIVE THIS POST A LIKE/COMMENT/REBLOG SO ANON (and everyone looking for Sherlock active blogs) CAN FIND YOU!!

Thank you everyone!

And thanks anon for stopping by! don´t be sad , maybe we´re less but some of us are still around to keep the great consulting detective alive! 

For Sherlolly shippers - fests and blogs where you can find anything to your hearts desire: @holidaysat221b @sherlolly-fan-art @sherlollyfun @miz-joelys-sherlollilists @sherlolly-ily-fest (@elennemigo didn’t toot her own horn, the anniversary is upon us 😉) @sherlollyappreciationweek @mollyappreciationweek (for all who love Molly) 

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