Post by Druscilla âProphetâ White on Feb 9, 2021 20:29:54 GMT
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((Author Note: This piece may be well below my own expectations, Iâve come to terms with that, but unfortunately it may be below your expectations as well. Rather than be a no-show, I would rather lose by still trying. I injured my left hand a week ago, and am still dealing with pain meds, life with a wrapping/brace and the damn near impossible task of typing sufficiently one handed. That being said⊠I hope, despite it all, you enjoy this piece. Thank you. -- Spade))
------- Las Vegas, Nevada 1998 ------
------ OFF CAMERA, NOT PUBLIC RECORD ------
âCome on Dru! Letâs get a move on!â
His voice echoed, easily, through the house, trying to urge his little sister to get moving. She grumbled and mocked him as she came down the stairs, her long black hair tied in dreads. Those thick Jnco jeans swished as she walked, her suitcase squeaking behind her.
âDonât get your panties in a wad, jeeze.â
Her father scowled, getting up from his chair in the living room to walk to his eldest son. He handed him an envelope.
âThis is for you. I want you to have fun, Daniel.â
He clapped his son on the back and smiled. But before he knew it, Druscilla had come to stand beside them. Daniel tucked the envelope in his jacket, resting his arm on his little sister's shoulder.
âI know dad.â
Dru looked up to her father, despite knowing how much she disappointed him, she still always tried to make him proud.
âDonât worry dad, Iâll take care of him!â
She chirped, noting her twinâs glare from the stairs. Diesel was sick. He wasnât able to go with them this trip, and for that he was jealous. Dru walked over to him and hugged him, much to his disapproval. He pushed her away, wiping her kiss from his cheek.
âNASTY!â
She wrinkled her nose at him before he darted up the stairs back to their room.
âIâll bring you a gift back!â
She bellowed, rather obnoxiously. Her father smacked the backside of her head. Glaring down at her.
âDo not taunt him, this was his trip with Daniel, not yours.â
She quickly cowed down, eyes cast to her scuffed, ratty shoes.
âYes, sir.â
The light that surrounded her, it seemed to dim along with her voice. Daniel grabbed her suitcase and nudged her with his hip.
âCome on Pip, letâs get going. Flight leaves in an hour.â
She nodded her head, wanting so badly to have a hug and kiss goodbye from her parents, but knowing better than to even ask. She hid her tears as she shuffled outside behind her big brother. She was 14. Beginning to find who she was, but being trampled down every time she sought the sun; unless Daniel stepped in. Since their sisters had died, Danny saw how Druscilla had begun to receive the hate from their parents.
Once the truck was loaded, and their mother had come out to hug Daniel goodbye, mumbling some form of word to her daughter, she moseyed back inside. Danny looked to his sister.
âOk co-pilot. Where to?â
She shrugged a bit, her makeup already beginning to run down her face. He sighed, hugging her tightly before he turned the engine over.
âFor the next week, youâre with me. No yelling. No anger. No harsh words. Got it?â
He pulled her chin upwards with a finger, looking into her crystal blue eyes. She sniffled, those tears still welling up inside.
âPip, theyâre angry, but not at you. Darlene and Darcy died wellâŠ. They ⊠They just broke. Itâs not you, honest, ok?â
She nodded, the young woman trying her hardest to be like her big brother. Stoic. Strong. Smart. But what she didnât realize, she was already exactly like him, and then some. This woman was smart, top of her class, strong, stronger than Daniel himself; and she was stoic. Beared it all with grace and a smile.
Once they pulled out of the driveway, Dru began to open up. Sheâd saved for months to be able to have some spending money on this trip. Whether she was able to go or not, sheâd have sent the money with Diesel. The sun was overcast today, a rather perfect way to leave Vegas behind, if only for a while.
The two laughed and chatted as they drove to the airport, Druâs ticket clutched tightly in her bag. Sheâd never left Nevada before, and this was a trip halfway across the country. Louisiana! Granted it was February⊠it was cold there, she knew that. But sheâd deal with the temperature changes, just to see someplace where the sun went down and the stars were visible.
As Daniel stopped to grab some lunch for the two, Druâs phone pinged. Diesel sent a message. Her eyes went wide.
â(TEXT) Cilla⊠Mom and Dad in our room. Found stash. I said it was mine. You owe me. - Dâ
She cursed softly under her breath, sending a quick 10cent apology to her twin. As Daniel came back to the truck, food in hand, she looked sheepish once more. As he climbed in the large Dodge pickup, handing her her food, he sighed.
âWhat happened?â
She took a drink of the soda, stammered for a moment, looked down at the burger in its wrapper.
âOut with it Pip.â
She closed her eyes and took a heavy breath;
âMom and dad found my stash in my room, Diesel took the blame and now I think Iâm dead when we get homeâŠâ
Daniel burst into laughter, shaking his head at her, unwrapping his burger.
âPip, let D take the blame. *He laughed* He stands more of a chance not being slapped senseless by mom and dad than you do.â
She scowled, picking at the burger in her lap. Daniel took a large bite of his food, pulling the truck back onto the road, laughing softly at Dru once more. She arched a brow, reaching over and taking the tomatoes from his own burger and placing them in hers. She took a bite, sighed softly and the two continued down the way to the airport.
Their adventure was just beginning! Little did Druscilla know this trip would set her down the path to discovering who she was, and begin her journey of who she wanted to be.
Once the plane landed at Kennedy International Airport and began to taxi to the gate, Druâs heart skipped a beat! Sheâd never seen this kind of place! The snow⊠the peopleâŠ
Anxious to deplane, she clutched her suitcase, her carry on, close to her as she watched people amble out of their seats and slowly begin to file out to the gate. She shook Daniel, a smidge too roughly, in her excitement. He laughed, kissing her forehead as he stood up, allowing her to get in the line in front of him. He carried the rest of their luggage, and once the duo had entered the airport itself, he pulled Dru aside and smiled. Handing her a large box, wrapped with a bow.
âOpen it!â
She chirped a squeak as she set her bag down beside her, and began to tear into the box. Inside, what lay there wrapped in tissue paper, made her cry! A black leather coat, thick lapels, fur-lined, with silver-fox faux fur around the collar. She looked to him, tears flooding those gentle crystal blues, she flung herself at him in a tight hug. Causing Daniel to fall back on his ass, he hugged her back, laughing softly.
âYou needed something that was just you, to keep you warm.â
He smiled, watching her grab the coat gently, before slipping her arms into the fur-lined sleeves. She purred softly, it was a little big on her, but gave her plenty of room to grow into it. She squeaked again, those thick-soled vans slipped over the linoleum as she hugged him once more.
âThank you Danny, thank you! I love it!â
Once she was standing again, she spun on her toe, wrapping the thick leather and fur coat around herself! She was so tiny, compared to it, but she loved it just the same. As they stepped through the double glass doors out into the city, the cold wind struck Dru like a hammer. She was a Vegas kid, born and bred, their temps rarely went below 70⊠it was well into the 20âs outside. Snow blew around them, tickling her nose. Danny, much more accustomed to the colder weather, smiled at his little sister.
He flagged down a taxi, and once they had put their suitcases in the trunk and settled inside the cab, Danny told the driver where to go. Dru, meanwhile, was vexed by the surroundings. The trees, coated in the cold white snows, the streets lined with people and vendors. Carnival was beginning, and she was excited! Sheâd seen pictures of Mardi Gras, but had never been allowed to discuss even wanting to go, until Daniel decided he wanted to visit their cousins in New Orleans. She smelled the cajun spices on the winds, her mouth began to water. She hauled her 35mm camera from her bag and began to take pictures of the snow, the people, the floats, the balloons and decorations, everything. She wanted to remember it all!
A large brown, brick building on the corner sprawled over them as the driver stopped and parked. Their hotel.
âOh my⊠I want to live here!â
She cooâd, hauling her bag onto her shoulder while Danny grabbed their suitcases and tipped the driver. He chuckled.
âMaybe one day, Pip, maybe one day.â
The trip seemed to whizz by as Dru and Danny had their adventures throughout the city. Theyâd been to the cafes, the roadhouses, the VooDoo women who told Dru of the storms in her future, even the historic homes, They ventured to the bayou, trekked through the frozen swamps. But what transpired those last three days are what truly stuck with Dru.
Theyâd bought tickets to a NoLA wrestling event, where Dru saw her. Louisa Massacre. This woman, of 5 feet 5 inches, throwing her opponents around like rag dolls. Bending their bodies until they cried for mercy. She was mesmerized. Druâs heart began to race, her breathing quickened. Before she knew it, Dru was on her feet screaming for Louisa Massacre, cheering her on as she pulled every victim into a submission hold.
Dru, 14 years old, a whole 5 feet 3 inches, a cross between a Goth and a Punk, leaned against the railing, with Danny holding her belt loops, to cheer on Louisa more. As Louisa looked up, being crowned the Carnival champ, she smiled at Dru. Reached up to touch her outstretched hand. Louisa nodded to her manager, signaling to have Dru brought to her dressing room. Once the guards grabbed Dru and Danny, her face lit up. She pranced behind the massive men, looking to her brother with something heâd never seen before; absolute Joy.
Crossing the threshold into Louisa Massacreâs den, Dru introduced herself as eloquently as she could.
âMiss Massacre, Iâm Druscilla White! Your show⊠WOW! I mean, how you did that⊠Iâve never seen anyone do that to another human being, let alone someone as big as they were! WOW!!â
Louisa smiled, pulling her golden crown from her hair, turning to face Dru. The womanâs brown, soulful eyes focused only on her. She pushed a stray dread from Druâs face and smiled again before she spoke.
âMy goodness, Druscilla, thatâs an intimidating name for such a sweet young lady.â
Danny stood behind Dru, protectively watching the exchange between the two ladies.
Dru wrinkled her nose as she was called sweet.
âI take it you enjoyed the show?â
Dru nodded, furiously, those crystal eyes wide with fascination and adoration. Louisa smiled once more, placing her crown on the table.
âI want to be like you!â
Louisa grinned, looking to her brother, she assumed.
âI take it you are visitors to our fine state?â
Danny nodded, but before he could speak, Dru chimed in!
âYes Maâam! Weâre from Las Vegas, but itâs much prettier here! This is my first trip anywhere! I love it here!â
Louisa laughed at Druâs enthusiasm, nodding her head.
âWell, I imagine Las Vegas is pretty in its own right. But, you are correct, our little place is as pretty as could be. Much like you, Druscilla.â
Dru blushed, tucking her hands deep in those massive Jnco jeans pockets. A shy trait. Louisa looked to Danny, once more, then glanced to her guard behind him, motioning for him to bring the polaroid.
âCome here, letâs commemorate this then, your first adventure, little Prophet.â
She pulled Dru and Danny into a group photo, placing the championship crown on Druâs head. Dru, wide-eyed in absolute awe, looked to Louisa and hugged her tightly.
âSay âCheeseâ our Prophet, so youâll always see the Queen you are.â
Danny smiled, happy his sister had this moment in her memory now, and even more so that the photo came out as fantastic as heâd hoped. Louisa looked Dru in the eyes, seriously, and spoke softly.
âI see Greatness in you, Druscilla, I see an immovable being with the force bestowed from on High. You will do whatever you put your mind to, and no one will stand in your way. A Prophet. I expect in a few years, Iâll be the one cheering you on in the ring.â
Dru smiled, mystified by Louisaâs words; she let them all soak in. Once she had the polaroid tucked safely away in her wallet, after Louisa Massacre signed it, and she and Danny had been sent on their way; Dru was on cloud 9. The rest of the trip was a blur.
Not even her parents could bring her down from this heaven.
----------------- February 3rd 2021 ----------------------
--------------------- Druscilla and Jaxsonâs home. -----------------
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She yawned and stretched, both cats snuggled against her. She tossed off the heavy feather blanket and stood from their massive california king bed, to look out her window at the freshly fallen snow. She was demure; quiet for the time. She smelled coffee brewing, and slowly turned from the frosted window. She slid into her black robe, tying it around her waist, and stepped into her fur-lined slippers. Her thick curls were still in her messy bun on the crown of her skull, but the messy look seemed to fit her.
She opened the door from their room and walked into the main hallway, flowers filled the tables. She gasped softly, smiling and stopping to smell some of them. Black Magic roses⊠had she told Jax? She pondered for a moment, plucking one of the black roses from its vase and tucked it in the mess of curls on her head. She yawned softly, rubbing her arms gently to warm up. She checked the thermostat, arching a slender brow at the temperatures setting.
â60?? What the fuck⊠Jax knowsâŠ.â
She shook her head, shrugging it off and raising the heat to 67. MeowlMir ran up beside her and purred softly to be picked up. Dru smiled. She bent down to pick up her big girl, and was met with a loving head bump. She heard glass clinking in the kitchen, she looked to MeowlMir and smiled.
âLetâs go see daddy!â
She kissed her kittyâs head and walked the short distance from the hallway to the mouth of the den. The table was beautifully set, candles lit, soft jazz playing. Dru blinked a few times. What was Jax up to?
Into the kitchen she danced, setting MeowlMir down for her breakfast only to look up when she smelled Brute cologneâŠ
Her eyes widened with terror, her mouth agape. John Gotti himself was in her home, in her kitchen cooking. She stuttered, stepping back only to feel the barrel of a gun poke her flesh. She knew who was behind her now. Beauchamp⊠Gottiâs guard. Her eyes, still wide with fear, began to weep as she was forced to the den. Gotti chortled.
âCome now, Cilla, calm down.â
His voice was soft, almost tender, but she knew it was a damned lie.
He brought two plates of breakfast to the table, where she sat down, against her will. Beauchamp stepped back, still in her eye-line, but allowing Gotti the space. The large man moved behind Dru, placing a napkin in her lap, allowing his hands to trail slowly up her body, caressing her breasts. He smiled, a disgusting smile, knowing full well this bitch was his. Beauchamp had dealt with the other, who kept Gottiâs side of the bed warm, and no one would find him. Dru wept.
âH-How did you find me?â
Her voice shook, like her body. Heâd struck her enough before, she knew heâd do it again.
He sneered, cruelly.
âA little Hawk told me where to find a Prophet.â
He chuckled, watching the color drain from her face.
âYou honestly thought someone could love you, other than me?â
She closed her eyes, he was lying, he had to be. Jax saw her for who she was now, not who she was then. He said he loved her. He said he wanted to be with her forever.
Gotti laughed.
âNo one can love you like I can, Pet. No one can fill that hole of yours like I can, can they?â
She wept. Body quaking with sobs, she didnât know what was real anymore, what was truth.
âIâve heard youâve done well, as a wrestler, Pet. Did you do it for Daddy?â
Her stomach turned. She left this life behind, this torture.
âNo. I fucking did it for myself, you fucking pig!â
Without a second in between, Beauchamp slapped Dru across the face. Blood slowly peeked from between her lips. She rolled her head back to face him.
âThe little bitch has a smaller bitch to do his dirty work?â
Another backhand threw her face to the side, more blood dribbling down her chin.
Gotti watched Beauchamp slap Dru around, he smiled.
âLittle Pet, behave and he wonât scold you.â
Gottiâs voice was twisted, sinister, like a freak of nature. Dru growled, looking at Beauchamp.
âI will fucking cut you, cut both his and your balls off and stuff them down your goddamned throat!â
This time when Beauchamp struck her he did it four times, Gotti finally cleared his throat, signaling the dog to go back to his corner. Dru laughed, despite the pain, despite the disgust, she looked at Gotti and glared.
âI will never bow to you!â
She spat blood at him as he began to finish his meal. He growled. Heâd school her once more, no one disrespected a Gotti⊠and survived.
As breakfast finally came to an end, Dru, her face bloody from mouthing off to Gotti, remained silent. Gotti stood, nodding to Beauchamp as he hoisted Dru over his shoulder and took her to the bedroom for his boss. Gotti, already taking his clothes off, looked back to his prize, who looked back to him with cold eyes. Almost dead eyes. She was thrown onto the bed. A grunt of pain as she was handled so viciously. Beauchamp ripped her clothes from her body. Pale white flesh, covered in colorful and black and white tattoos, exposed for both men. Beauchamp nodded to Gotti and stepped out of the room, closing the doors behind him. He sneered.
Gotti moved his body in front of Druâs face, his not-so-flaccid penis directly in front of her, began to harden as she breathed. He knelt down, cupping her breasts in his hands, pressing them to his face. He moaned, his body shuddered at her touch. She fell silent, still as the grave; save for the grimace of disgust on her face. She wanted to throw up. She wanted to reach for her guns and kill this man.
As he began to molest her, a plan began to form in her mind. He spread her legs. Toyed with himself, licking his lips as Dru counted the seconds. She knew where her closest weapon was, did he? Once he moved closer, the tip of his throbbing cock centimeters from her lips, she lunged to the side. He fell forward, pinning her right leg beneath his weight. She grasped for her gun, screaming and thrashing trying to free herself. She felt his dick on her thigh. She heaved, she would not let this happen again⊠sheâd sooner die!
He grabbed her wrist, throwing her to the middle of the bed, laughing at her. He lifted the box she was reaching for⊠her gun gone.
âTheyâre all gone, pet. All of them.â
He laughed, licking his fingers, looking down at her. He stroked his cock softly.
âYou can make this easy, Pet, suck it and fuck it âŠ. Or you can make this hard⊠and Iâll fuck you bloodyâŠâ
She wept⊠unsure of what was going on, she felt sick. The room began to spin. She fought, doing her best to keep him off of her.
âOh petâŠâ
He sneered, pinning her arms above her head, he pressed himself against her. She felt him twitch. He licked her lips, lustful eyes locked on her.
âThat sweet pussy is mine, Pet. Is it still as tight? Like mother, like daughter, eh?â
Dru reeled, he knew?? He knew Priscilla was her daughter⊠and he⊠raped her?
âOh yesâŠâ
He slid his hand up her legs, parting her thighs forcibly. She strained and struggled against him, but the more she struggled, the harder he got.
âJust like my Prissyâs.â
She cried out, screaming for help, until she tasted blood in her mouth. Her throat was raw. He toyed with himself more, pressing himself against her harder. Loving the disgust on Druâs face. He put his cock on her leg, and looked into her eyes. Brushing the hair from her face, he whispered.
âI will fuck you bloody, Druscilla. Punish my little girl for running away. If you swear to never run from Daddy again, I wonât fuck your asshole. But, that tight little puss, thatâs Daddyâs. I bet that Hawk couldnât fill you the way I did, could he?â
She struggled more, writhing away from him and his cock, she felt his grip tighten around her wrists, and his other hand gripping her nipple. Hard.
âJust hush, Pet, let Daddy fill that holeâŠ. Just like he used to.â
As he climbed on top of her, spreading her toned legs, he moaned deeply as he began toâŠ
She heaved awake. Her heart thudding in her chest. Sweat drenching her PJs. She curled into a ball on that chaise, crying softly. Her worst nightmare had swam its way up river.
She shivered, looking around her home. The curtains were drawn, the sun having set hours ago. Hel, curled on her throne, looked to her mom and churred softly. Dru sat up, her hands shaking as she wiped the sweat and tears from her face. The mental images in her mind made her feel ill, something she hadnât felt in years.
She stood, her body aching from the fright, and walked into her open kitchen. She checked her messages, popping the top of a DruBrew and throwing it back. She sighed.
Congratulatory messages, Vet reminders from Zion, Diesel calling to check in, Jax letting her know heâd be late, reminders from her managers at the Brewery. She wrote down the information she needed to keep and erased them all.
Winning against Serotonin wasnât a complex thing. Dru came to win, Sero didnât. It was pretty simple. It all boils down to the want. Dru could taste the win. She could taste the submission. She left it all behind her. Now it was on to the next. She walked into her office, waking her computer from its slumber. The wake-up chime lilted the silence. Her emails poured in. Her trainer. Her cousins checking in. Carson and Travis letting her know her next victim; Amari Kent.
Another person trying to make it to the top. Dru had paid her dues. She knew what she wanted.
As she leaned back in her chair, she looked at the pictures on her walls. Photos of her and Diesel growing up, Meowlmir as a kitten, old photos of her sisters before they died, and photos of her brother, Daniel. Several in his uniform. Some in his jump gear. And some from a trip they took before he left. A trip to New Orleans, the one that changed Druâs life. She saw the glitz and glamor of the culture, she loved it. She saw the people, their kindness, their love for one another. She knew she had to be a part of it. But what changed her path, was one show they stumbled across.
A wrestling fed had sprouted up in New Orleans, and Dru had come face to face with their Bayou Showgirl. Louisa Massacre. Their 5 time HardCore Carnival champ. The photo on her desk, Daniel, Dru and Louisa. The one who dubbed her Prophet. The woman she aspired to be.
Amari was in for a show. A bloodbath, leading up to F2Bâs Mardi Brawl. Dru had to win. She had to be in the ring with the best. The meanest. The most savage. She proved herself at Thankless Intent, damn near grabbed the gold. But still, it seemed she had more to prove. She sipped her DruBrew and looked at those she lost along the way. Darlene. Darcy. Daniel. Louisa, herself. Thor. MeowlMir.
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---- The Shoot ----
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She flipped on her webcam, opening a new video and hitting record.
âOh Amari, you fool. You think you can stand in the ring with me? And win? Have you watched me fight? Have you seen what I can dish out? Have you seen the blood Iâve shed?â
She laughed, lighting a joint.
âBrandon Moore, felt my wrath. He barely stood against Malk al-Haq. His slut, Michelle didnât stand a chance against me. I take a hell of a beating, Amari, and I still stand. Iâve fought winners, Iâve fought losers. I walk out of that ring a winner, or they carry my ass out on a stretcher. I Donât Stop.â
A toke was taken, she sighed softly.
âI win or I lose, it happens, but no one can say I donât give as good as I get. Check it, Thankless Intent, I was the last woman standing before Mooreâs bout against Malk. Iâm hungry for it, Amari, I can taste the victory. Adi Gold, she tried to beat me, and I sent her ass home crying. Even Serotoninâs loud-mouth was hushed by me. Seen her lately? Nope. Sheâs cowering with her tail between her legs. Yeah, I lost to Vhodka Marie, but letâs face it, I was a force to be reckoned with; she damn near didnât win.â
Another deep inhale from that blunt, she stood up slowly, moving to her window; looking out over the snowy roads.
âYou don't stand a chance, Iâm vicious. Iâm bloodthirsty, I am the Prophet. I see my victory. I see you crying on the mat, blaming a pool of sweat for your foot slipping causing your loss. You wonât see a win this week, Kent. Sorry. Nah, not sorry. I deserve this, Iâve bled for this, Iâve lost for this, Iâve fought for this. This one, this oneâs mine. Youâll look up at me, Amari, from the flat of your back, and youâll beg I donât snap your arm off.â
She sneered, taking another drink from her DruBrew.
âI get it. You all see my businesses, my MC, all the other stuff I do. You see me as the businesswoman, the Biker bitch, but what you donât see is who I really am. Iâm a Wrestler. Iâm a fighter. Iâm the person who doesnât give up, no matter the cost. Iâm the one at the gym late, training well past 2 am, only to get a couple hours of sleep only to be up at 5am ready to do it again. You don't see the bruises. The sweat. The tears. You see the glitz and glam. The blood and bullets. After youâve fought me, youâll see. Iâm here to stay, Amari. I will be at the top. I wonât apologize for that, you donât stand a chance, kiddo. I came to F2B like a damn Hurricane, and I aim to wreak havoc on High Voltage until I get another title shot. Defiance, this will be a damned good show. See you soon, Amari. Youâre on my turf now... â
She cackled, her face, while still stunning, was also alarmingly evil.
âWelcome to Louisiana, Kid!â
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As the screen went black, she settled back in her chair, she sighed gently. Homefield advantage. Dru knew the people. She knew the arena. She knew everything she needed to, to win this show. She would be at Mardi Brawl this year, she was determined.
She growled as she heard her doorbell chime. She set her bottle down on a coaster on her desk, and made her way to the front door. Once sheâd thrown the deadbolt back and opened the door, her heart caught in her throat.
6 dozen Black Magic roses lay at her doorstep, with a little delivery man dressed in a tuxedo, holding a small box out to her. Dru backed up, fear glazing her eyes. Had he actually found her? Was her home no longer hers? Or was all of this some sick joke? Where was Jax? Did he do this⊠or was her dream a prophecy⊠was Gotti truly using someone to get info on her⊠and were they leading her down the path to her destruction?
As she backed up, slamming the door in the man's face, everything would begin toâŠ
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