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to the one who dares deny me her presence, you left without permission. return at once.
your lord, ryomen sukuna.
the third letter, arrives in a much longer scroll.
how troublesome. you forget yourself, woman. there is no place you may go that is beyond my reach. had i wished it, you would have been returned to my side before nightfall. consider it generosity that you were not. do not ignore my scrolls.
your lord, ryomen.
the fourth letter,
since i cannot imagine there is much in those lands to interest you, i can only suppose your continued absence is due to your ever prolonging distaste with me.
i urge you: come be angry at a nearer distance.
your husband, R.S.
the fifth letter,
you are in no mood for games. very well. i am in no mood for them, either.
let me say it outright: there are moments brief, and increasingly frequent in which i reach for you without thought. this displeases me, i am not accustomed to such absence from you, nor restraint.
you have forced both upon me.
come home and shout at me. come home and fight with me. come home and break my heart, if you must. it has become yours only to break. just come home.
your husband, sukuna.
the next letter,
not even responding to my missives is ridiculous and beneath you and i hate it.
atleast inform me of your health.
ryomen sukuna
and then finally, your reply,
stop writing to me, at once. my wedded lord you have trespassed much and caused me such nuisance, it is quite enough now.
i am well. but do not pretend as if you may not already know that. you think i am not aware of my new lady’s maid keeping an eye on me, certainly appointed to report back to you?
consider it my generosity that i let her stay, and consider it my ignorance towards your repetitive letters for my lack of response.
if i receive any such scroll from you, i shall burn it.
signed, yours.
and his response,
surely if your lovely eyes may not grace my lowly epistles, then i shall speak freely.
to my most willful wife, you command me to cease, and yet you write at length. i had not realized i occupied you so thoroughly. as for your lady’s maid, you give me too much credit. if she watches you, it is because you are worth watching. i would hardly entrust such a task to another. although i cannot speak for what ways uraume employs to update me on your health..
i have been told it is unbecoming to repeat oneself so, i will not ask you to return again. you may remain where you are, in whatever peace you have convinced yourself you prefer. i will not contest it.
and yet, i find myself wondering: why you will not come back of your own accord. have you no consideration, for your neglected husband?
the hand you force, your husband.
to my most theatric husband, you mistake response for preoccupation. do not flatter yourself, i write only to correct what you insist on misunderstanding.
as for being “worth watching,” you dress surveillance in pretty language, you always had a knack for that. for such sweet talk will not work on me, do not expect gratitude for it.
if your husband is neglected, perhaps he should consider why.
signed, your wife, unfortunately.
to my most contrary wife, “unfortunately,” and yet you take such care to sign it. i wonder if your hand hesitated at all.
as for your refusal of gratitude, keep it, i did not ask for it. you suggest your husband reflect on his neglect. i have. thoroughly. i apologize for everything end this torment for me wife, for i can bear it no longer.
you insist my words hold no effect on you now. how curious, has distance made you bold, or merely forgetful? i recall a time not long past, when your resolve was far less reliable. how easily it would slip from you, how quickly your protests would soften when i would indulge you, a little more closely. 𓀐𓂸
have you truly forgotten? or are you simply daring me to remind you?
very well. do not worry, i will remind you, not behind these papers this time. consider that a courtesy, one last chance to brace yourself or do you prefer to test me?
i would find it entertaining, either way.
your lord and husband, R.S.
my lord, you are most unfair!
do not be naughty, ryomen. i warn you, what you speak of this “reminder” it is highly improper. and what if someone else were to see it? consider your poor wife’s reputation!
your teasing is relentless, and i am most vexed. you threaten of your arrival, yet remain absent, perhaps one day, your threats will find action..though i dare not hope it too loudly.
if you intend to test my resolve, i suggest you waste no more time. come, then, and take me with you, lest i change my mind.
apology accepted, your wife.
a shorter note, in refined handwriting,
lord ryomen sukuna will be arriving soon.
his subject, uraume.
firefly; this is probably my first fic where i have worked SO hard on formatting it, i hope you guys enjoy ❀ུ͏
inspo: by cardan’s letters to jude from the folk of the air series.
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wrote this while i was in my fav coffee shop to revise then ended up missing geto like a mf i wanted it to be smut but i can’t write sex for shit. english isnt my first language&&&&&im not a writer i hope the 4 ppl reading this will like it hehe
content warning: FLUFFFFFF, making out, ummm mommy geto?, reader loves strawberry cakes (so do i), gojo mention, just geto being the cutest pie ever, not poofread
art is pancinho124 on twitter!
You loved strawberries.
Who doesn’t? They were sweet with a beautiful color, kind of cheap and most importantly delicious.
Your favorite kind was strawberry cakes.
You found this cute coffee shop for the first time randomly, in the corner of a busy street in Shinjuku after you finished a class and needed somewhere to eat. It was a local cafe owned by a lovely Japanese lady.
You guessed she was in her fourties at most. Few wrinkles covering her beautiful face, showing years of life. Long black silky hair often in a bun, beautiful eyes you could compare to a cat, or a fox.
It was new, they opened barely a week beforehand. What interested you the most was the dining itself— not big, actually simple. Nothing extravagant, a few plants there and there, drawings on the walls. Little trinkets on the counter and tables.
The menu was quite diverse, you didn’t expect it from how little the cafe was. You guessed she was doing the cooking alone, until you peeped a little old woman with a chef hat in what looked like the kitchen behind an almost closed door in the back of the cafe.
When you first came in, she told you that you were one of their first costumer. You ordered a strawberry cake that day, tipping her on your way out.
The cake was good, you came back the same week. Ordering the same pastry. Then you decided to try the menu the more you came. And so that’s how you became a weekly— almost daily— costumer.
“You look beautiful today, my dear!”
Oh yeah, she loved to shower you with compliments. Whether it was your outfit, makeup or nails, she never missed a beat to remind you how pretty you were.
She always gave you some strawberry cakes and whatever was left of cookies for take-out. You were pretty embarrassed by it, always trying to pay for whatever pastries she gave you.
“You know I won’t make you pay for them, take them and go sweetheart.”
“You know I would rather pay,” You insisted. “I feel like i’m abusing of your kindness when you do this.”
“Oh please, that’s the most I can do for you.”
“You always act like i’m doing the most, I’m just a little regular.” You giggled.
She looked at you with the biggest smile ever, “You’ve been our first costumer! Also, the publicity you did for us did wonders! We have so many more costumers thanks to you. I could never thank you enough.”
You did share some of their meals in your Instagram stories sometimes. They didn’t even have an instagram at first, you told them that in order to have more visibility, it would be cool to have one. You helped her out creating it, spending an afternoon with her and the old woman who you learned was her mom, showing them how, what and when to post. Their first mention was you, your story, a little Yuzu tea accompanied by the best taiyaki you ever tasted.
Did you mention that their food was unmatched ?
Some of your friends ended up asking which cafe it was, some of them posting the cute place on TikTok gaining thousand of likes. Ever since, more costumers were curious and came by. Over the last month, it became pretty busy. Even lining up to eat, since it was so little and not everyone could fit in.
“So.. do you have a boyfriend?”
Oh yeah, she also loved to know about your relationship status.
You smiled, amused by her antics “Since the last time you asked, which was 3 days ago, I fear I still do not have one.”
“You know, my son is back in town, I would love it if you met him some day.”
Ah yes, her son. If you recall it right, his name is Suguru. She talked about him to you often. You wondered if she did this to every costumers or just you.
He was gone for a year, doing an internship in Okinawa. Apparently, he happened to meet a boy there, and now they were the "bestest friends ever," his words, not hers.
She showed you pictures he sent her, the beach, some stray cats, the food he ate with a little message reminding her that nothing came close to her cooking, and of course, pictures of him. A candid picture of him catching a fish, which Satoru, his newfound best friend, probably took.
He was beautiful, mesmerizing even. Tall, maybe above 6 feet, fair tan skin from the tanning, you guessed. Long hair relatively healthy, silk and shiny thanks to the sun. What you liked the most was his eyes, the kind to lure you in without even trying. He had this effect on you and mind you, all you did was seeing him on a picture.
They had the exact same face, which explained a lot. He was rather feminine, androgynous you would say.
“Oh um, that’s nice. How was his trip?”
“He told me it was good. A little stressful, it was for work after all,” She finished packing the pastries and handed them to you. “I kept reminding him that it wasn’t a vacation, he kept procrastinating and ended up being overwhelmed. He also stayed longer than he should have. This kid I swear.”
You took the box, “Right,” You tried to sound neutral, doing your best to hide the embarrassment at the possibility of meeting such a fine man. Especially when his mother was the one doing the cupidon.
You wondered if she talked about you. What would he think? Was he even interested? You definitely wouldn’t if you were him. If your mother ever tried to match you up with a random costumer you never met you would probably lose it.
“He’ll be back tonight. Next time you visit he’ll be here!”
“Yeah, yeah. Sure, nice. See you next time ma’am.”
——-
It took everything for you to go back again.
You weren’t sure if you were ready to see him. What would you even say? What if he didn’t even know who you were? You didn’t want to get embarrassed on a good afternoon.
But you didn’t want her to think that you would never come back, you loved this coffee shop. And you also loved the company her and her mom brought you— such sweet ladies covering you with compliments and free pastries. You had to go back at some point. You felt like fainting if you didn’t your weekly strawberry cake again.
It’s been 1 week and 3 days (no, you did not count) since you last went. You tried to go before that really, three times actually, but you couldn’t bring yourself to open that door.
What if he was behind it?
But hey, you needed that strawberry cake.
Especially if a cute boy was accompanying it.
So you opened that door, and you recognized him immediately.
He was tall, taller than what you imagined by looking at those pictures. His hair was up in a bun, dressed in gray sweatpants and a white t-shirt, purple apron above it. Beautiful tanned skip, thanks to the trip.
He was behind the counter, helping with the costumers while his mom was in the back cooking, you guessed. Then he turned around. You had to hold your breath.
The pictures barely did him justice, he was indeed beautiful. The kind of beautiful you never forget. The kind you almost throw a purple hollow at if he dares leaving you so no one can have him but you.
Then he looked up, and he saw you.
You swear you almost see his eyes widen.
And then you hear your name.
“Uh..?”
“Is that not your name? I’m sorry. You look exactly like a person my mom keeps talking about. You kind of look like her. I apologize.”
Oh.. oh.
So she did talk about you.
“There you are sweetheart!” Speak of the devil.
Well, a sweet, beautiful devil.
She ran out of the kitchen, big smile on her little face when she spotted you. Doing little jumps to join your side to hug you.
You hugged back, eyes still locked on the younger version of her.
“I thought you would never come back! Don’t scare me like that again.”
“I’m sorry, I was pretty busy,” It was a bit of a lie but hey, at least you didn’t cheat on her by going to the concurrence. You stayed at home to revise instead.
“Pfft, don’t justify yourself honey, at least you’re here now,” She took your hand and approached the counter. Leaving you there, she went back behind it to join her son’s side, her little hands on his shoulders, she called your name, “This is Suguru, Suguru, this is the beautiful costumer who kept our little shop open since you were gone.”
He extended his hand to you, tilting his head to the side with what looked like a smirk. “Oh?”
You were definitely blushing now, embarrassed by his mom describing you with beautiful in front of his son, but also by his expression, clearly teasing you, “She’s being dramatic, I didn’t do much. Just created an instagram page to promote the cafe.” You took his hand back, saluting each other.
“And it did wonders! We have a bunch of customers now. Serve her a strawberry cake Sugu, and take your break as well. Why not eat with her? I’ll cook a nice meal for you both.”
He didn’t say much, but didn’t oppose either. He took the apron out, handing it to his mom. He then sat down on the table beside, signaling you to join him. You did.
“I’m sorry about her, she always does the most when she thinks I might like someone.”
Might like someone.
“It’s okay. I enjoyed keeping her and your grandma company. Also hearing about how you broke your toe when you fell during a surfing session was fun.”
He cringed, “Did she really tell you everything?”
“Yeah,” You laughed, genuinely. “I think I even know what your meal was on June 6th and which color was the— was it the 9th?— stray cat you saw on June 15th.”
“Oh my god,”
“Hey, it’s okay. Seemed like a nice trip.”
“It was. I mean, I could tell you about it but I guess you know every details already.”
“Do it anyway. Maybe I’ll learn something she didn’t tell me about.”
—
And this is how it started. You came back way more often to see him. He kept his role behind the counter until you came, taking his break because his mom insisted on it. Always giving you a little pastry.
Some times you ate at the cafe, some other times he invited you to eat outside in restaurants near-by.
You learned a lot about each other. He was doing a psychology major, his internship in Okinawa was to study how much an environment impact mental health. He is studying in Tokyo, just like you. Not in the same college, but close enough to have a meal together after classes once summer was over.
He loved trinkets, the reason why the cafe was decorated with them. He gifted some to his mom while he was away. You also peeped the different keychains on his bag.
He was silly. Always trying to make you laugh. Also flirtatious, throwing compliments out of nowhere that makes you blush.
He also loved talking about Satoru. Saying he was his soulmate, someone he needed to occupy himself from the stress of work. The reason why he stayed longer than intended. It was like being a teenager again with him, carefree. He also said it would be nice if you met him, both of you loving sugary pastries.
One time you ended up talking so much that his mom suggested him to walk you back home. You said you were fine but she insisted that a “young beautiful lady shouldn’t walk alone by night.”
On the way, he ended up asking you why you loved pastries so much. Which you replied with a “Who doesn’t.” He giggled and mentioned Satoru again, “You guys would definitely get along.”
In front of your door, you both stopped, looking at each other.
“So, this is my apartment.”
“I’m happy you came by today.”
You melted, he always said that. Showing gratitude of you coming by. It’s not like you didn’t have the time to anyway. It was summer— you had all the time in the world— but still, he was grateful for you.
“I come often. Even before you came back 2 months ago. You shouldn’t thank me every time.”
“I know. But I love seeing your face.”
That is something you didn’t expect him to say. He was indeed flirty with you sometimes. Spending the last two months with him grew you close, close enough it wasn’t awkward anymore when his mom saw you both together.
He continued, “I enjoy your company, I don’t necessarily trust my mom when she tries to match me up with someone, but I do think she did a good job this time.”
Your heart was beating too fast. Looking at him with a stupid expression— mixed with excitement and surprise, “I was scared you wouldn’t like me at first, just being respectful so you wouldn’t disappoint your mom and grandma.”
He giggled, “You really think i’m this awful?”
“Sometimes you can be, yes.”
He looked at you, “Can I kiss you?”
Butterflies. You held you breath, “Yeah,”
He came close, took your face with his hand to tilt it a bit. He smelled so good, it’s like he wasn’t even sweating with the summer heat. You felt gross in comparison. He was perfect.
“Stop overthinking,”
“How do you know i’m overthinking?”
“I know you, and I can see it,”
“You barely know me. It’s been 2 months.”
“It’s more than enough.”
It’s true, Suguru was smart and observant. He is discret but knows everything. You weren’t an exception, he learned about you more in 2 months than most of your friends did in years.
But you couldn’t think much about it when his lips pressed against yours.
It was gentle, sweet even. He leaned back just to go again, giving you little pecks. Then he held your face with both of his hands, tilting your head more. Opening up his mouth, his tongue touched your lips, an invitation for you to open yours. You did, and what was just innocent kissing turned into a full make-out session.
Then he leaned back.
And laughed.
“Why are you laughing?” You asked, giggling despite yourself.
Satoru Gojo was a lot of things, but he would never be yours. Sleeping with him in his bed as a child didn’t grant you that kind of closeness anymore. Within these halls, you walk past each other like strangers.
or,
a loose normal people au where you and satoru navigate the complexities of youth, jujutsu sorcery, and falling in love.
ੈ✩ cw/tags: smut (18+, minors dni, ageless + blank blogs will be blocked), codependency, unhealthy relationships, love triangles, childhood friends to lovers, secret relationship, friends with benefits, lots of angst, violence, drug and alcohol usage
ੈ✩ wc: 150k+
ੈ✩ status: ongoing (updated 1/8/2026)
playlist ✸ read on ao3 ✸ jujutsu kaisen masterlist
pairing: ryomen sukuna x fem!reader (medieval fantasy au)
summary: It’s expected for a princess to have a personal guard, especially when you’re an only child and heir to the kingdom. The knight who has watched over you since childhood is retiring and, much to your dismay, your father decides to put his best soldier on the job as his replacement - Ryomen Sukuna, the Kingdom’s most vicious warrior and far from your biggest fan.
Little did you know that Sukuna would end up tangling himself in your life in ways you never could’ve anticipated.
word count: 144k
content: 18+ mdni, smut, princess!reader, enemies to lovers, slow-burn(ish), forbidden relationship, medieval fantasy setting, fluff, angst, protective sukuna, fingering, spanking, sex dreams, violence, parent death, grief, confusing emotions, reader is chaotic, graphic violence, combat, bullying, anxiety, arranged marriages, references to child loss/misscarriage (not by the reader!), parental neglect, jealousy, depression, suicidal ideation, kidnapping, attempted sexual assault, injury, piv sex
Synopsis: in which popular girl!reader is done with shitty players and wants to try the newest delicacy: virgin nerds. It’s game on to seduce the physics student, who seems more than ready to abandon his life of celibacy.
But their arrangement only works if they’re both on the same page. What happens when one expects a little more than sex?
Is it game over?
Warnings: eventual smut, porn with plot, fake dating trope, college au, no curses au, mean girl!reader, fem dom!reader, nerd!jo, subby!gojo, virgin!gojo, masochist!gojo, some angst but with a happy ending, very early 2000s romcoms, reader grows a lot (hate towards her will not be tolerated), reader gets humbled quite often here lol, not proofread
Word Count: 26k
Gojo art by @/Leimiruu on X
Chapter ONE - Game start
Chapter TWO - Different levels
Chapter THREE - Boss fight
Chapter FOUR - Perfect victory
Disclaimers:
♤ COMPLETED
♤ Available on AO3 but is currently three chapters behind.
♤ This is a mix of fluff, smut and angst, so minors/ageless blogs do not interact.
♤ Any comments hating on the reader in this story will be deleted and the user will be blocked. The story plays on the mean girl trope so you will see mean girl behaviour. Just know this is all intentional. If you are sensitive to a flawed female character, do not read. I know what some of you are like. I have played these games before.
♤ This is a college au separate from my EdenU au. Different Gojo and university setting altogether. Any semblance is coincidental.
♤ Every part of this is of my own work. No AI or external inspiration was used. Please do not repost this on Tumblr or on any other platform without credits. I do not give permission for this to be translated. And please do not feed my work into AI.
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PAIRINGS reader x gojo/geto/choso/sukuna/nanami/toji
SYNOPSIS it's the turn of the century, and you are the most popular burlesque performer in town! welcome to the life of a showgirl – and the many men who stepped into it, for better or for worse
CONTENT mdni!, fluff, smut, angst, reader is a performer, crime lol, bad decisions, threesomes, arguing, alcohol, glitter and glam, reader is involved with multiple men, power dynamics, some dark themes, age gap relationship, pining, break ups, historical au but pls forgive any inaccuracies
A/N no joke this came to me in a dream! it's a story that spans a few years, where the main characters introductions to the different men serves the overarching storyline. inspirations include the seven husbands of evelyn hugo, the great gatsby, moulin rouge and chicago
main masterlist • ao3
ACT I
01. WELCOME TO BURLESQUE ; toji fushiguro
02. CANDYMAN ; satoru gojo
03. ALL THAT JAZZ ; suguru geto
04. BUT IM A GOOD GIRL
ACT II
05. DIAMONDS ARE A GIRLS BEST FRIEND ; nanami kento
06. BOUND TO YOU ; ryomen sukuna
07. I CANT MAKE THIS MOVIE
ACT III
08. A MAN LIKE YOU ; choso kamo
09. UNUSUAL WAY
10. HOT HONEY RAG
summary ⸺ dearest gentle reader, a new season is upon us as the ton gets ready for a season filled with drama, heartbreak, and passion. after being crowned diamond of the season, duke gojo⸺only looking to marry just to secure his inheritance⸺has his sights set on you, the easiest (and most obvious) option. later, when you catch his saying unsavory things about you on a terrace when he least suspected it, you swear to never marry gojo. as london's fashionable set goes through yet another wedding season, will there be hope for scandalous gossip, hate, and thinly veiled insults, or will we witness blooming love and passion?
genre/warnings ⸺ enemies to lovers, bridgerton au, angst, fluff, eventual smut, suggestive, jealousy, misogyny, regency era au, gojo being infuriating, reader also being infuriating, both of them are clueless honestly, all they do is bicker 💀, some historical inaccuracies, mentions of sex work
notes from the author: im aashi, and this is my first series on this app :p for anyone who would like to know, this does end with a happy ending. ty for reading!
masterlist | drabble | fanart
chapter index
01 ⸺ the debutante
you begin to get ready for your presentation for your debut this season, and satoru steels himself to find a wife. you don't get the reception you'd wanted from some, and satoru will soon curse himself for letting his tongue loose (6.3k)
02 ⸺ the aftermath
after an eventful first ball after your debut, you continue the season with thinly veiled vexation towards gojo. but fate is not on your side; you and gojo keep encountering each other, matching fire with fire (7.8k)
03 ⸺ the manor
you and gojo have just uncovered your mothers' matchmaking scheme: a plan that sends you both to his extravagant countryside manor in kent, arriving a week earlier than the rest of the ton. the question remains—can you endure gojo's insufferable nature during this secluded stay? (8.3k)
04 ⸺ the game
satoru has some revelations about you. both you and satoru share some quite...happening days at the manor, including an eventful game of pall mall. (4.9k)
05 ⸺ the fall
gojo comes up with a strange yet tempting arrangement, but the accident that follows it may cause epiphanies for the both of you. (11.8k)
06 ⸺ the house party
you are bedridden, recovering from your wound, when gojo delivers season-changing news. the house party that follows buzzes with tension, and an unexpected arrival that sends ripples through the ton. (7.4k)
07 ⸺ the rebound
after the arrival of your dearest brother, you pursue a new angle to the season, one to prove that you, the diamond, will not be scorned. new opportunities with duke nanami arise and with it jealousy and bitterness fester in the ballroom. (6.8k)
08 ⸺ the lake
both you and gojo discover contradictory feelings lodged deep in your heart, and a confrontation (with an unexpected ally) leads to a rather....wet conclusion. (4.6k)
09 ⸺ the embers
sukuna takes you on an excurion into town at night, where you both meet a stranger that gives you illustrative insight into gojo. on the other hand, satoru has to suffer his best friend's most terrible plan as of date (10k)
10 ⸺ the art gallery
duke nanami suprises you with an inquiry, and the panic caused by it leads to an encounter with a very unexpected person (4.7k)
11 ⸺ the geto manor (soon!)
drabbles/headcanons
01 ⸺ gojo unable to wake up on time after a wild night (suggestive)
02 ⸺ avoiding gojo after getting your period (suggestive)
03 ⸺ gojo walking in on geto at a brothel (nsfw, not canon)
wish I could see that it feels much better when I'm with you
pairing: ryomen sukuna x fem!reader (university au)
summary: sukuna has a notorious reputation on campus of being terrifying, but it's hard to be too scared of the guy when he shows up to your family’s failing bakery every day to buy strawberry shortbread.
when your life feels like its falling apart you discover just how sweet he can be.
content: 18+ mdni, eventual smut, university au, FLUFF, angst, humor, slow burn, idiots in love, miscommunication, parental illness/death, grief, money issues, stress and overwork, harassment, introverted reader, both reader and sukuna are kinda insecure in their own way, reader's life is falling apart but sukuna is there to make things better
I'm expecting to write around 20 chapters for this fic!
episode 1: going through it
episode 2: under your spell
episode 3: anyone out there?
episode 4: expectations are too high
episode 5: crush
episode 6: I just don't know right now
episode 7: late nights
episode 8: so come a little closer
episode 9: beating like a hammer
episode 10: stop the world I wanna get off (with you)
episode 11: I'll stand here all night long
episode 12: sugar mice
episode 13: wonderful life
episode 14: how I’ve longed for you
episode 15 (coming soon!)
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anon thank you so much. i hope you have everything you want in life
SYNOPSIS : Gojo Satoru doesn’t do relationships. You knew that from the start. Six months of late-night calls and empty beds later, you’re still foolish enough to believe you might be different. But when loving him starts to feel like losing yourself, you’ll have to decide: keep fighting for someone who won’t fight back, or finally walk away from the only person who ever made you want to stay…
Better yet, you’ll play his game and start a war—one where neither of you will come out unscathed.
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