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he doesn't know how he got here , only that he hasn't stopped sneezing since they first got on the god forsaken pile of hay being dragged behind the tractor . he looks around to find mostly couple snuggled up together , rolls his eyes . what a lame ass date idea . he's rubbing aggressively at his nose , trying to soothe the infernal itching , when nisa speaks . " i can think of about a hundred things that are better than this . . . jury duty , for one . " his brow knits , the start of a silly smile on his lips . " . . . count stars ? are you flirting with me , nisa ? 'cause i thought that ship sailed a long time ago . "
brooks has been sneezing nonstop and nisa doesn't know why — be it because of something in the haystacks or perhaps the pollen in the air from the sheer amount of flowers around them, but whatever it is, it's kind of ruining the peacefulness of the ride. ❝ use a tissue or a handkerchief or something, you bonehead, ❞ nisa scolds, though she reaches into her purse to hand the younger man a pack of tissues. ❝ oh that ship has sailed, don't get me wrong. i was just thinking of something else we could do since the tulips are very obviously boring you. should i throw you out of the wagon instead ? that way, i won't have to hear you nag and sneeze all night. ❞
no matter how many times she's experienced it, nights like these are nisa's absolute favourite way to end her day. when it's just her and taner, the world around them seems to quiet — leaving only the soft music she had put on earlier playing in the background like a soundtrack to their thoughts. there was nothing and nobody to impress, just two people finding themselves in their most honest forms; a rare kind of intimacy that nisa knows she's been lucky to find. the remnants of the dinner they'd just had a moment ago sits forgotten on the table in front of them, nisa being too immersed in telling her boyfriend about her day. stars twinkle in her eyes as she gushes, ❝ i found the cutest matching bracelets when i went out to willow square this morning, and i just have to know how you feel about them — wait, i took some pics, ❞ she reaches for her phone to show taner the photos.
❝ they're handmade and customisable ! so, what do you think ? i considered buying one just for me, but when the sales lady told me it's supposed to be a matching set, i immediately thought of you. i just need to know if you're on board with it first. ❞ she turns to the empty plates on the table and stacks them together. nisa stands up with the dirty dishes in hand, heads into the kitchen and begins washing them. she's in the middle of rinsing when her eyes light up in recollection. ❝ oh, you know what's funny ? not long after i left that jewelry store, i went to get a smoothie at the shop next door and i came across this kid who reminded me of you. no, actually, she looked just like you — she had the same dark hair and your eyes. it was almost uncanny that i had to do a double take. what do you make of that ? ❞
gaze drifts from nisa to the endless ribbons of tulips swaying beneath the moonlight , the faintest curve of a smile gracing her lips . tulips had always been summer's favourite ( specifically white ones ) and to be surrounded by them on a quiet wagon ride felt like releasing a deep breath she didn't realise she was holding . “ it's beautiful , isn't it ? ” words come soft , careful not to disturb the hush settling over the fields . “ and it's such a nice night , too . ” head tips back , following the other's line of sight until blues find the stars scattered overhead . “ i dunno if we'd ever finish counting them . ” corners of her mouth lift just a smidge . “ but we could try . if one of us falls asleep halfway through . . . ” a shrug and a chuckle . “ 'spose we'll have to call it a draw , yeah ? ”
the quiet conversation, the tranquility of the farm — it's moments like these that reminds nisa that she is still a texan girl underneath it all. it's what she loves about willow glen; the town will always feel like home no matter how long she's been gone. she angles her head so she could face summer. ❝ it's truly lovely, ❞ nisa admits before chuckling softly. ❝ a draw, huh ? that's fine with me. i'd rather be counting stars than counting sheep to fall asleep. ❞ she then lowers her voice and leans closer towards summer, eyes fixated on the person driving the wagon up ahead. ❝ although i'm not too sure the farmer will be very happy when he finds the two of us sleeping in this haystack once the ride is over. ❞
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☺ ☺ ☺ loren makes a conscious effort to stop tapping the side of his leg. it's not that he's bored, but more that he's restless. there's only so much looking at flowers he can do before he feels like he needs to do something else. he can appreciate their beauty — really, he can ! — but he has his limits. ❛ yeah, super gorgeous. never seen anythin' like it ! ❜ a lie. he'd seen the tulip field every year for as long as he can remember and had been buying bouquets for his gran for years. what he was really here for was the jam — his absolute favorite local delicacy, one he'd been obsessed with since childhood. wide eyed, he glanced impatiently between her and the direction the market waits. ❛ fall asleep ? right here ? right now ? count the stars ? ❜ his voice got progressively more shrill as the hysterics built. ❛ nisa, i'm sorry, but you gotta let me get some jam before i die from withdraw. ❜
since it's nisa's first time seeing the tulip farm again after years of being out of town, she thought this would be a different but pleasant way she could catch up with loren. she sees now, though, that he's completely lost interest in the wagon ride. the telltale signs are clear — the way his eyes are wandering, looking at anywhere but the flowers; how his fingers are fidgeting, trying to keep themselves busy now that he's stopped tapping his leg. there's a little bit of guilt on her part, but nisa appreciates the fact that loren's not trying to make it obvious even when he responds with a lie … although it quickly goes downhill from there. ❝ you're so boring, ❞ nisa teases, slapping loren light on the arm. ❝ of course we're getting the jam afterwards, but first you have to tell me everything i've missed. how is gran doing ? not stressing her out too much, i hope ? ❞
status : open for all ( 1 / 4 ) !
location : willow village square.
" there you are ! " gianna announces her presence, hands wrapped around two cups of lemonade to help beat the texas heat. she grins, happy to have finally found her shopping companion. " i forgot how bad the traffic can get out here when it's summer. doesn't help the kids are all going back to school soon. " the attorney hands over the second cup. " i didn't keep you waiting for long, did i ? parking was a nightmare. "
❝ thank you so much, ❞ helena's smile is genuine when she accepts one of the cups from gianna. the older attorney did arrive a bit later than the expected time, but helena doesn't mind at all. though the sun is beaming down quite intensely this afternoon, it did little to damper helena's spirits as she has been in a good mood ever since gianna proposed going shopping that morning. ❝ no need to worry about that, gianna — we've got the entire day ahead of us. i have a few bottles of mineral water in my purse, in case we need it for later. we've got to stay hydrated in this ridiculous heat. ❞ she takes a sip of her lemonade, eyes twinkling. ❝ so where are we going first — one of the boutiques or something else ? ❞
“ you're probably right. ” graham took the rejection far easier than she probably expected him to. there was no argument. no attempt to convince her. no ego-driven insistence that because he was willing to pay more , he somehow deserved the toy. it was hers to decide. beside him , however, mabel did not take it nearly as gracefully. the little girl's lower lip trembled , disappointment written plainly across her face before graham sighed softly and lifted her into his arms. she settled against him easily , small arms curling around his neck as his large hand rubbed slow circles against her back.
" it's okay , mabie , " he murmured. “ we'll find somethin' else. ” then his attention shifted back to helena. the warmth in his expression disappeared — not entirely , but enough. “ pretty bold way to speak to a four-year-old. ” his voice stayed calm , which somehow made it sharper. he adjusted mabel slightly higher against his chest , shielding her from the interaction without making a show of it. “ you could've just said no. ” a beat. “ you didn't have to make her feel like she did somethin' wrong for liking a stuffed animal .” his eyes flickered over her , unimpressed. “ you feel big and strong right now ? ” there was no anger behind it. no threat. just the quiet frustration of a father who had seen his daughter's feelings get hurt and wasn't about to pretend he hadn't.
something flickers in helena's eyes, but it's gone as quickly as it came. being called out in public like this is more humiliating than she'd care to admit, but helena is determined to keep her composure. her expression doesn't change as she briefly stares at the crying child in her father's arms. ❝ i wasn't trying to make her feel guilty, ❞ she shifts her gaze back to the stranger, keeping her voice even. ❝ i was trying to make her understand that not everything she wants belongs to her. ❞ the tight-lipped smile is back on her face. ❝ perhaps i could have worded it differently, but i'm not changing my mind. i'm sure she'll have plenty of people to soften that blow for her. have a good day, mister. ❞
♡ ◞ open starter — fern valley farm, moonlight hayride. ( 4 / 4 )
a long, languorous sigh leaves nisa's lips as she surveys the never-ending rows of tulips that lie beyond, the full moon casting an ethereal glow to the flowers as the wagon passes them by. the tulip farm is absolutely stunning during the summer night, and the quiet ambience of the ride combined with the spectacular view soothes nisa unlike anything else. ❝ this is just incredible, isn't it ? i can't think of anything better than this, ❞ she daintily stifles a yawn before leaning her head back, eyes directed towards the sky. ❝ i honestly feel like i could just fall asleep right here, right now … or we could count the stars first, if you'd like. ❞
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fiadh had long since come to the realization that tiny sprouts was not, in fact, a store. it was a beautifully disguised temptation, a labyrinth of carefully arranged trinkets and charming little curiosities designed with the sole purpose of unraveling whatever fragile restraint she had managed to gather before stepping through its doors. a bag already hung at her side, carrying the evidence of her earlier surrender, while the third blind box of the day rested between her fingers. beneath the soft glow of the shop lights, the colorful packaging seemed impossible to resist, every tiny detail promising the possibility of finding exactly what she had been searching for.
" before you say anything, " fiadh began, lifting a finger in warning as she turned toward her companion, her expression carrying the practiced seriousness of someone about to make a very convincing argument. " i would like to remind you that i have been incredibly responsible. " the confidence behind the statement was almost impressive. almost. " besides, " she added, the slightest bit of hope betraying her composure, brightening her features despite her best efforts to remain reasonable. " it could be the rare pink one i've been looking for. "
tiny sprouts has always been a safe haven for nisa. back when she was still living in california, nisa made sure to always stop by the store during her monthly trips back into town, no matter how tight her schedule was. each visit, she would spend hours in the store meticulously choosing keychains so that she could gift them to her groupmates once she's returned to the west coast. now that she's living in willow glen again, there isn't really any reason she has to be here — still, she thought browsing the store would be a lovely way to spend her afternoon since she had a few hours to kill.
nisa spots a familiar face up ahead and strides towards fiadh to greet her, but the younger woman has already begun speaking. nisa raises one perfectly arched eyebrow, eyeing the small box in fiadh's hands. ❝ i wasn't going to comment, but now i'm concerned. how much have you spent collecting those things ? ❞ there's a pause as she analyses her companion's face. and then nisa crosses her arms — not in a patronising manner, but to punctuate her point. ❝ well, if you're saying that you've been responsible, i'm just going to have to trust you on that. but what are you going to do if it's not the one you wanted ? ❞
⋆ ⭒˚｡ was that NARISSARA “NISA” KITTICHAI i just saw over at OLD FOX BOOKS ? you know, the THIRTY ONE year old DANCER that’s been around willow glen for TWENTY YEARS. people around town say they can somehow both be FORGETFUL and VENTURESOME, but if you were to ask them, they’d probably say they’re more like lipstick stains on coffee mugs, music blasting through car speakers and a wardrobe full of bold colours. the town sure has been rumbling about them lately, apparently they GOT INTO A FIGHT WITH HER SISTER ABOUT THEIR FATHER'S DETERIORATING HEALTH . . . but who knows if that’s true, i guess i’ll just have to stop by THE DISTRICT and find out !
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full name: narissara adelaide kittichai. nickname: nisa. date of birth: august 19th, 1994 ( 31 years old ). zodiac sign: leo. place of birth: dallas, texas. gender: cis woman, uses she / her pronouns. sexuality: bisexual. languages: thai ( native ), english ( native ), spanish ( conversational ). father: ekarin “eky” kittichai. mother: bianca van acker. sibling(s): suchada “rosie” rosalie kittichai ( younger sister ). partner: taner keskin ( boyfriend ).
♡ ◞ bits and bops.
character trope/s: the gregarious, the bookworm. traits: forthright, confident, venturesome, loyal, stubborn, forgetful, judgmental, ( slightly ) arrogant. likes: vintage books, fresh smoothies, romance films, beach days, wearing lip gloss, sweet pastries. dislikes: pickles, dog ears in books, waking up early in the morning, heavy metal, reptiles, awkward silences.
♡ ◞ background.
warning/s : chronic illness
born and raised in willow glen up until her parents' divorce when she was about six years old. after being granted joint custody of her daughters, bianca moved to california to pursue a career in dance. every other weekend that nisa was away in los angeles was spent following her mother to dance practices, and watching bianca doing warm-ups in the mirror was the moment nisa got inspired to follow her mother's footsteps.
although nisa started dancing a bit later than her peers, she was a fast learner. there were a number of dancing styles she tried out throughout the years – contemporary, ballet, jazz and even traditional thai dances, but she ultimately felt the most comfortable dancing in the hip hop genre.
with her time divided between texas and california, nisa participated in dance competitions whenever she could. by the time nisa turned fourteen, she'd had multiple wins and achievements under her belt and earned quite the reputation of being a fierce performer onstage.
after completing her performing arts degree in texas, nisa decided to move in permanently with her mother in california for better career opportunities. she joined rhythm, a dance group based in los angeles that runs a youtube channel with a following of 800k. nisa's life settled into place in the west. she got into a relationship with someone she clicked with instantly, and they have been together for two years. her career also flourished, nisa getting countless opportunities she never would have imagined getting, all with groupmates by her side.
three months ago, nisa got the news that her father was diagnosed with arthritis. eky insisted on moving into a home where he could reap the benefits of assisted living, but nisa was adamant that that wasn't necessary when she could be the one taking care of him instead. after getting her affairs settled in la, she, along with her boyfriend taner, has moved back into the willow glen into the neighbourhood she grew up in. nisa's currently trying her best to balance caring for her father with her dance career.
♡ ◞ personality.
a social butterfly ! nisa thrives in crowds and large settings. is so friendly that she can be mistaken as flirty at times. super forthright, will tell things like they truly are. very confident, but not to the point that she's self-absorbed. extremely stubborn and will not rest until she gets what she wants. can be slightly arrogant but usually means well. is fiercely loyal, loves anyone she considers family wholeheartedly. keeps a calm temperament most of the time – she's quite sensible and can look at things rationally. judgmental, but only silently. a little scatter-brained sometimes and forgets important things. nisa is the definition of outgoing; she loves trying new things and making her friends try new things !
♡ ◞ headcanons.
constant wip !
even though she’s lived in texas longer than she has in california, nisa considers herself more of a westie than anything. this is reflected in her wardrobe, eating habits and even her manner of speaking ( she has more of a west coast accent instead of a southern one )
such a hopeless romantic that you wouldn’t believe she’s a product of divorce. she always goes all out for valentine's day; her partner or friends alike, loves pinks and reds, and will absolutely swoon at any romance media. truly a lover girl through and through
the biggest bookworm ever !! her favourite author of all time is jane austen, someone she fully believes is one of the most genius people that has ever lived
though they’d both be raised in the states, eky wanted to stay true to his thai roots and give his daughters traditional thai names but bianca disagreed as she believed they would have a difficult time fitting in. eky won in the end but both nisa and her sister were given western middle names as a compromise. nisa doesn't like telling people her full name though bc it is a MOUTHFUL
do not disturb her in the morning, she will bite ur head off.
she can drive but she prefers not to, would rather be the passenger princess instead. and anyone who tries to fight her on taking control of the aux will always lose lol
eyes light up like a kid in a candy store , catching the display of boots as soon as helena's attention even starts to move towards it . feet scurry quickly behind her friend's , soft ' oooohhh ' left from between her lips as pair of boots is so quickly tucked into her possession . " those are so cute . . . i think they'd look really good with a little denim skirt and a cute top ⸺ obviously white would look best but i'm personally horrified of wearing white because every time i do i somehow end up with a massive stain in one of the most obvious places , " had happened too many times before , reduction of white clothes from her closet a side effect of a chronic clumsiness she was never quite able to shake . " well don't sound too excited , " she teases , gaze wandering around the store once more before deciding it might be best to get out of there before she ends up with a serious case of shopper's remorse . " let's buy these and go grab a snack ? i need to stop and one more store because i have a gig on sunday that requires a more . . . elevated look and none of my current dresses seem to fit the bill ⸺ it's one of those stuffy little country club events , you know ? i think a fundraiser . . . god is that terrible i didn't even look at the details once i saw what they were offering on the check ? "
helena can't help but smile at ollie's antics — always so whimsical in her childlike mannerisms, despite the fact that she's already thirty. helena often feels as though she's older than ollie in most ways, from how she carries herself and the way she behaves in certain situations. that's not to say that helena looks down on ollie; in fact, it's the opposite — it makes her curious as to what it would feel like to be a kid again. helena has never been the kind of person to dwell on the past … but every once in a while, she quietly wonders how different she would have turned out if the world's cruelties hadn't made her mature so quickly. ollie is one of the few people that reminds her that there was a time in her younger years that wasn't so bad, before the anger and darkness consumed her. ❝ exactly, you're not taking the white ones because you're such a klutz, and also because i saw it first so it's mine, ❞ helena affirms, a faint teasing lilt behind her words. she nods at ollie's suggestion. ❝ of course. can i come too or is it an invite-only thing ? ❞ she doesn't wait for an answer, heading towards the cashier to pay, knowing ollie would follow right behind. ❝ were you thinking of any restaurant in particular ? i've been craving a matcha for days now and that new cafe downstairs looks so cute ! ❞
★ she can feel the way her stomach flips at the touch . her throat dries up , making it hard to swallow , and her hands get clammy almost immediately . she lets go of helena’s wrist — slowly , hesitantly , as if she regrets it before her hand can even fall to her side . autumn wants to move closer . everything in her is screaming to make the gap between them smaller but she knows better . it doesn’t matter how much she wants something , doesn’t matter how tight she holds on — if someone wants to leave , they’ll leave and she really couldn't bear the thought of helena leaving again , at least not without talking to her first .
“ sorry , ” she whispers , swallowing despite how dry her throat still feels . autumn can’t help but to wonder how it’s been three months and her feelings are still just as strong as they were the day her and helena broke up . three torturous months and nothing has changed , not really . she’d almost be embarrassed by it if she had any shame left in her . “ i , um . . . ” her brows furrow just the slightest , reconsidering whether or not it’s worth the risk to ask for more of helena’s time . “ um — for a little while , yeah . can we talk ? ” she looks almost hopeful now , though there’s still an uncertain crease between her brows . “ i’ve missed you . ”
autumn wants to talk ? what on earth would she want to talk about ? no, after the end of their relationship, autumn couldn't possibly want anything to do with helena ever again. she wants to refuse; she wants to tell autumn that she's wrong, that there's nothing to talk about. but the words don't come … she remains silent. helena is certain that anyone impolite to stop and stare would think her a fool — an actress, standing there frozen in the middle of a coffee shop with a dazed expression on her face ? it's just the kind of thing people would whisper about afterwards. but helena can't bring herself to care this time.
and then autumn utters three words that flips her world entirely.
i've missed you.
it's the exact three words she'd wanted to say the second she laid eyes on autumn just moments earlier, but she stopped herself from saying it. there's no point in doing so, helena told herself, so she shoved the words down … because the thought of autumn not feeling the same is too much for her to bear. except she does. and helena isn't sure if autumn is saying it out of obligation or if she is being true, but she instantly grasps onto those three words like a lifeline. i've missed you. bittersweet as it is, it's still an affirmation that autumn still cares about helena … even after the anguish she put her through.
as soon as helena gets her own drink from the counter, she fumbles with the cup absentmindedly. ❝ do you want to walk there together ? i came here on foot ‘cause i wasn’t planning on going anywhere afterwards, i just came here to get a latte and just head home — ❞ she clears her throat, stopping herself from rambling any further. ❝ uh, sorry. you can lead the way, and on the way there, you can tell me what you want to talk about. ❞
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family. he admired that more than people probably realized. it wasn't perfection he envied , but the simple act of choosing one another over and over again. he'd spent most of his life trying to build something that resembled that for himself. “ sisters. ” a grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. “ got two of 'em myself. callie and blaire. ” there was an unmistakable pride in the way he spoke their names. “ truth be told , i'd love nothin' more than to have 'em livin' a few streets over from me and my wife. but they've got lives of their own. independent women. reckon i oughta count my blessings instead of tryin' to keep everybody in one place. ” he tapped a knuckle against the table before pointing it lightly in her direction. “ sounds like the sinclair women suffer from the same condition. ” a playful smile followed. " though i'd wager y'all keep your daddy busier than my sisters keep me. "
his chair creaked softly as he leaned back , eyes drifting somewhere beyond the restaurant windows. new york felt like another lifetime now. there had been a time when every morning began with stock tickers and every night ended beneath skyscrapers that never seemed to sleep. money moved so fast there it stopped feeling real , just numbers changing hands while everyone convinced themselves the next deal would finally be enough. “ been ... six years now. give or take. ” he scratched thoughtfully at the edge of his jaw. “ folks told me i'd miss it. said i'd miss wall street , the nightlife , all the excess that comes with it. ” a quiet chuckle escaped him. “ truth is , i don't think i've missed it once. ” his gaze returned to clara. “ new york teaches you how to make a livin'. willow teaches you how to make a life. took me a little longer than i'd care to admit to figure out the difference. ” he lifted his water glass with an easy smile. " besides ... people here wave when they pass you. in new york they're liable to wave with one finger. i'll take texas hospitality every time. "
clara purses her lips to hide a smile when she hears the evident note of affection in beau's voice as he mentions his siblings. clara herself is all too familiar with that feeling; the exact same kind of pride she has when talking about her own sisters. the sinclair surname has always been synonymous with prosperity, and her sisters have never failed in maintaining that image. both of them are accomplished women with successful careers, clara's well aware of that … but during the quiet moments she spends with them with no one else around, clara is reminded of her duty to protect her sisters from anything that would bring them harm — a duty bestowed upon her by nobody but herself when she was just seven years old. seven is an age much too young for anyone to bear any burdens and despair, but clara has vowed to herself that no one, most of all her sisters, should ever feel the way she did when her parents' marriage began falling apart almost three decades ago.
clara's got to give it to beau. somehow he's been perceptive enough to recognise and point out all the things about herself she hasn't told him, validating her belief that they share a lot of similarities with each other. every thing he's assumed about her has been correct so far — well, except for that comment about her father. ❝ let's just say … perhaps we keep our father busy much more than three grown women in their thirties should, ❞ clara replies smoothly. the truth is, clara and david don't share the deep bond that she has with her sisters — their relationship can be described as distant at worst, and transactional at best. the bi-weekly family dinners her parents hosted is one of the many things she doesn't miss about living in new york, but beau doesn't have to know that. ❝ you know what they don't tell you about living in the city ? ❞ a pause, then she meets beau's gaze. ❝ how truly exhausting it can be. it doesn't matter what you have or how you start out, being in such a large city with millions of others vying for the same thing you're aiming for … the sheer effort you put in just feels miniscule in comparison. ❞
" okay which one , pink or blue ? " she's holding two tops up to her chest in the mirror but her vision is focused on helena standing behind her , always had an issue making decisions like these on her own , too often ended up going home with both options instead of picking one moving on . " i just feel like the blue is good for when i'm just out like running errands or hanging out around town but the pink could be cute . . . like , if i have a dinner or something , you know what i mean ? like with some kitten heels . . . god do i need kitten new heels ? " huffs , finally turned to face femme full on instead of staring at her reflection in the mirror . " i should just buy both . . . shouldn't i ? " decision to do so has already been made , but it's nice to ask anyways . " okay i can't be the only one spending money today . . . your wallet has been tucked away all day, what are we gonna do about that ? " ( @facvde )
from the moment ollie steps out holding the two blouses, helena has already made the decision in her head. ❝ i'd go for the blue. you can wear it for both running errands and for a dinner, ❞ she responds without hesitation. granted, helena knows her input wouldn't really change ollie's mind, but she's glad the other woman asks anyway; as a quiet reassurance that her opinion matters. ❝ i'm saying it's a no for the heels — hey, it'd go much better with one of those instead ! ❞ she muses, sharp brown eyes landing on the other side of the store where there lay multiple pairs of boots in various shapes and sizes. it's true that helena hasn't gotten herself anything for the day, her entire morning filled with clothes and accessories that just weren't right … until now. she strides across to pick up what's just caught her eye — a pair of knee-length white boots with gold buttons on the sides. helena's grip on the shoes is firm and possessive like it's already hers; then she turns back to ollie. ❝ i'm getting these. i don't suppose you need my help on choosing anything else, do you ? ❞
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