Kitty: Wow, heyo everyone, I know in my bio it said I was gonna upload this
a long time ago, but I just never had gotten around to it, I'm sorry for
the inconvienience, but I must say that this story is fairly good.... I
think! But, I'll let you guys decide. Please tell me what you think
because this is the first time I've written such a dark story like this!
*Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh!*
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A Story By:
~Shrine Maiden Kitty~
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Bonded
Chapter 1~ Losing Faith
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Ryou's POV
I didn't even flinch as the razor brushed my flesh lightly, then steadily dug deeper. This was becoming quite a nasty little habit of mine, and I was each day becoming gradually more skilled. I smiled, my tongue poking out of the the left side of my mouth in concentration. Though it wasn't a genuine smile of happiness. It was more of a sadistic, yet emotionless at the same time, grin painted uncharacteristicly onto the young face of the 15 year old that is Ryou Bakura.
I wasn't ashamed of what I was doing, it was all I could do to at least feel alive again. My yami had broken my spirit months ago, it was something I doubted would ever return to me ever again.
When I was done I watched in sick fascination as the blood dripped down my arm and into the sink. It was exihilerating. I put the blade down and ran cold water over the wounds running steadily up and down my left arm. The water stung at first but I soon grew accustomed to the pain, and it felt wonderful. Then I poured peroxide over my broken skin and watched as it sizzled and burned, clearing any chance of germs or infection. I didn't want to die, I just wanted to feel pain. I wrapped my arm to stop the blood flow and then pulled my black sweater back over my naked chest. Then I exited the bathroom and cautiously tip-toed down the hall.
I was hoping my yami was asleep. His door was closed and the light was out, though his light was always out. In fact, the whole house was dark. Mou Hitori no Boku forbid light because he was aware of my fear of the dark. He had even disconnected all of the light switches, just to watch me suffer. I eventually had gotten used to it, but his heartlessness hurt me more than anything else.
I always knew that Bakura was a heartless, cruel spirit, but it was only recently, in the past few months, that he had really begun to show his true, malicious and plainly insidious nature.
While I snuck down the hall, I accidentally stepped on the creaky floorboard right in front of Bakura's room. I froze in complete terror as my mou hitori no boku's door slowly opened with a foreboding screech. I could do nothing but stare and tremble as Bakura slowly emerged from his "lair".
"Hikari," he purred, "Isn't it past your bedtime?" As if on cue the clock struck eleven and I shivered violently.
"Cold?" he sneered. I had to answer him, or otherwise face the consequences. "Iie, Bakura, just startled." He seemed unamused with my answer and chose to ignore it, I presume, because he moved on to more inquiries. "What were you doing out of your room? Did I give you permission to leave your room?" His voice was dangerous and low and it frightened me immensly. I didn't know what to say, and I guess my silence further irritated him.
He shoved me against the wall with an echoing thud. It had happened so quickly I barely had time to catch my breath. "ANSWER ME YOU INSOLENT FILTH!"
I gasped and fidgeted uncomfortably in his strong hold, he was hurting my arms as he squeezed them tightly; he had me suspended inches above the wooden floor. "Gomennasai, Bakura! I had to use the bathroom! Onegai, please forgive me!" I pleaded as he laughed maliciously.
He dropped me to the ground uncerimoniously and I crumpled on the floor as I hid my face, and my humiliation...
"You were using the bathroom, were you?" He laughed and then stooped down to me and gave me a threatening glare. "Then how do you explain this?!" he spat, thrusting my sleeve up my arm roughly, revealing my bandages and cuts. I turned away, embarrassed and humiliated, as I often felt when being spoken to by Mou Hitori no Boku. One single tear slid down my face, but it was enough to further infuriate my yami. He kicked me in the stomach a few times for good measure.
"If you want pain this badly then I'll be certain to pay you more attention during the day. I can provide pain for you my hikari." As he turned around, I figured he was going to go back in his room. I lay in a fetal position on the floor, grasping my bruised torso as he turned back and looked at me. "You're pathetic, Hikari. I've decided you will no longer be permitted to use the bathroom without my permission. Let this be a lesson to you. Go back in your room, you may not leave it until morning for school." With that said, Bakura slammed his door as I stumbled back to my room sobbing, choking, and gasping for breath. This time I had gotten away easy...
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The next morning I awoke by my nightmares and the agitating buzz of my alarm clock simultaneously. I wiped the beads of sweat from my forehead as I pulled myself out of bed. I winced for my torso was still very sore.
I performed my daily routine before school surprisingly uninterrupted by Bakura. Though it also wasn't unnatural for him to be sleeping at this ungodly hour of 6:00 AM.
I showered, dried my hair, dressed, brushed my teeth, and debated whether or not I was going to eat breakfast. As usual, I did not. Just as I was rummaging about in the fridge to make a sandwich for my lunch, I felt a presence in the dark kitchen and I quickly shut the door, revealing Bakura, swinging a brown paper bag.
I gasped in shock and stumbled backwards into the counter. "My my, aren't we on edge this morning?" he chuckled, and my curiousity got the best on me. "What's in the bag?" I asked innocently, and he smiled.
"You mean this?" he questioned innocently and pointed at the bag swinging in his hand. I nodded nervously, maybe I shouldn't have asked. He was even more frightening when he was being nice because he was less predictable. But he just smiled at me and simply stated, "Your lunch."
This frightened me immensely. It had to be a trap, Bakura was never this kind to me, and he never did anything as kind of a gesture as making my lunch for me before.
"What is it?" My voice wavered slightly, causing his smile to broaden.
"A sandwich."
"W-what kind...?"
"My my, aren't we suspicious today?" he commented, then added, "Ham, cheese, and mayonaise... your favorite."
There was something in the way that he said 'your favorite' that frightened me. But not wanting to anger him I took the bag and bowed to him, mumbling, "Arigatou, Bakura-san, I'm very grateful." Straightening up, I walked to the door, then added, "I must be going to school now, Bakura-san, Sayonara." He waved to me with a broad grin on his face, and I was sure I could hear him laughing as I shut the door. I shivered once again as I began walking to school.
I had intended to check my sandwich, but I forgot as I approached Yuugi- tachi, and we walked to school, me silent as usual.
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I tapped my pencil against my desk 4th period waiting for the lunch bell to ring, but I was also pondering the morning's events. Why had Bakura been so nice to me? It was unsettling. I suppose it was probably all a sick joke, and I was certainly afraid to find out what was in my sandwich.
RING!!!!!!!
I sat down at the lunch table with Yuugi-tachi. Since it was such a lovely day we decided to sit in the courtyard. Anzu and Jounouchi were having a heated discussion about blue jeans and Honda and Yuugi were listening intently and laughing every now and again. I caught a few snipets such as "too big on you" and "aren't always blue", but I really wasn't that interested. I opened my paper bag cautiously and pulled out a harmless looking sandwich wrapped in a plastic baggie. I pulled the sandwich out and examined the outside. Pieces of ham and cheese stuck out from under the bread, some mayo was evident and also something red, ketchup?
It was then when I opened the sandwich that I turned white as a sheet, and I released a short gasp of breath, startling Yuugi who was sitting next to me. Laying smashed into some mayo and cheese was a dead mouse, the blood mixed with the mayo. A bad taste filled my mouth and I suddenly realized I had lost my appetite, in fact I felt very nauseous. I dropped the sandwich and turned around on the bench and leaned over, afraid I was going to be sick. I had a very weak stomach.
"Ryou, what's wrong? You don't look so good, you're all pale." Yuugi commented. He looked at my sandwich confused. I had put the bread back on top, so he had no idea what was wrong. "J-just suddenly not h-hungry anymore..." I stuttered as my head swam. Bakura was very cruel. "Is there something wrong with your sandwich?" Yuugi asked. He reached to pick it up, but I quickly stopped him. "No, don't touch it!" I gasped and everyone at the table gave me a queer look. "Ugh..." I groaned and leaned down with my head in my hands.
"It can't be that bad..." Before Yuugi could touch the sandwich I grabbed it and ran over to the trash can a few feet away and tossed it in. I walked slowly back to the others as they stared at me. I sat down quietly still feeling sick, but I think I was going to be fine. After I sat back down they continued to stare at me, and Jounouchi broke the silence by stating "PMS!!" in a singsong voice. I just layed my head on my arms and buried my face so they couldn't see my tears. No one bothered me the rest of lunch.
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It was hot by the time afternoon had rolled around and I stood at my locker after class tying a gumband in my hair. I had been on edge ever since lunch, and had also felt a bit queasy the rest of the day. "Hey, Ryou."
Yuugi startled me and I spun around quickly, but a weak smile crawled upon my face when I saw who it was. Yuugi was my best friend. I don't know if I was his best friend, I'm pretty sure Jounouchi was, but he was mine none the less.
"I saw you crying at lunch," I heard Yuugi say quietly and I turned from him in shame and began digging in my locker. "You're very observant," I stated quietly. "Naw, just all-knowing," he chuckled half-heartedly. I couldn't even bring myself to smile at the comment, I was completely burnt out. "What's the matter, Ryou? You used to be so cheerful and kind. You used to look so happy, and everyone who you ever talked to left smiling," Yuugi stated, shocking me slightly, and for several seconds, I couldn't bring myself to reply. "Now you just seem so... burnt-out and distracted, you're always on edge, you look so sad. It's... depressing."
"Gomen..." was my quiet reply as I shut my locker soundlessly and hung my head in a way so that my bangs covered my eyes which brimmed with tears that theatened to fall.
Third Person POV
It broke Yuugi's heart to see his friend like this. Anzu had suggested that Ryou's recent behavior was probably just stress from upcoming exams, but Yuugi knew it wasn't like Ryou to fret over exams, it had to be something else that was bothering him.
"You don't need to apologise, Ryou, I'm sure it's not your fault," Yuugi paused, "Are you sure there isn't something that you would want to talk with me about?" Ryou shook his head gently and brushed away a tear that had started to travel down his cheek. He sniffed a few times then mumbled something unaudible to Yuugi's ears. "Huh?" Yuugi asked. "I said, 'Iie, arigatou.', I'll talk to you later Yuugi-san," Ryou sniffed and brushed quickly past Yuugi. He pushed through the last throng of kids exiting the building before breaking off into a run once he was outside.
"Oh, Ryou," Yuugi sighed, "We're right back at square one now, aren't we?" He stated this to no one in particular as he slipped sulkily out the main doors.
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Ryou's POV
I ran home quickly, tears falling freely down my flushed cheeks. I didn't even care anymore about what Bakura had planned at home for me, I just had to get away. I was hurting my friends by being the way I was, and I couldn't bear another 'talk' with Yuugi. I can't believe I called him 'Yuugi-san', he probably hates me now. He's my best friend, I hadn't used honorifics in months, but that just happened to pop out. I'm so stupid.
I slowed down as my house came into view, the last house on the corner. I dried my tears and walked up the porch steps, fidgeting with my keys in my pocket. I opened the door cautiously, and as usual, Bakura was sitting at the table waiting for me.
"You're 3 minutes late, Hikari," he stated coldly without evening looking up at me. I stopped removing my shoes and stared emotionlessly at him. There was a clock sitting in front of him on the table. I recognised it as the one that hung above the stove, the only thing was it seemed as if Bakura had shattered the glass and it was no longer ticking.
"Bakura, that clock is broken," I stated quietly.
He glared at me and I shut up. "No one asked, Hikari," he growled, "Hurry up, take off your shoes and jacket, then get out of my sight! Go to your room!"
"Could I use the bathroom first?"
"NO!"
I scrambled up the stairs frightened by his tone, he was probably drunk, stupid baka... A fresh batch of tears welled in my eyes as I stumbled into my room. I shut the door quietly and stumbled onto my bed. I pulled the gumband out of my hair shivering violently. I had been doing so a lot lately, even though I wasn't cold.
"What's wrong with me? What's going to happen to me?" I began to sob and buried my face into my pillow. I soon fell into a fitful sleep, awaiting Bakura's rage.
To Be Continued...
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*Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh!*
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A Story By:
~Shrine Maiden Kitty~
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Bonded
Chapter 1~ Losing Faith
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Ryou's POV
I didn't even flinch as the razor brushed my flesh lightly, then steadily dug deeper. This was becoming quite a nasty little habit of mine, and I was each day becoming gradually more skilled. I smiled, my tongue poking out of the the left side of my mouth in concentration. Though it wasn't a genuine smile of happiness. It was more of a sadistic, yet emotionless at the same time, grin painted uncharacteristicly onto the young face of the 15 year old that is Ryou Bakura.
I wasn't ashamed of what I was doing, it was all I could do to at least feel alive again. My yami had broken my spirit months ago, it was something I doubted would ever return to me ever again.
When I was done I watched in sick fascination as the blood dripped down my arm and into the sink. It was exihilerating. I put the blade down and ran cold water over the wounds running steadily up and down my left arm. The water stung at first but I soon grew accustomed to the pain, and it felt wonderful. Then I poured peroxide over my broken skin and watched as it sizzled and burned, clearing any chance of germs or infection. I didn't want to die, I just wanted to feel pain. I wrapped my arm to stop the blood flow and then pulled my black sweater back over my naked chest. Then I exited the bathroom and cautiously tip-toed down the hall.
I was hoping my yami was asleep. His door was closed and the light was out, though his light was always out. In fact, the whole house was dark. Mou Hitori no Boku forbid light because he was aware of my fear of the dark. He had even disconnected all of the light switches, just to watch me suffer. I eventually had gotten used to it, but his heartlessness hurt me more than anything else.
I always knew that Bakura was a heartless, cruel spirit, but it was only recently, in the past few months, that he had really begun to show his true, malicious and plainly insidious nature.
While I snuck down the hall, I accidentally stepped on the creaky floorboard right in front of Bakura's room. I froze in complete terror as my mou hitori no boku's door slowly opened with a foreboding screech. I could do nothing but stare and tremble as Bakura slowly emerged from his "lair".
"Hikari," he purred, "Isn't it past your bedtime?" As if on cue the clock struck eleven and I shivered violently.
"Cold?" he sneered. I had to answer him, or otherwise face the consequences. "Iie, Bakura, just startled." He seemed unamused with my answer and chose to ignore it, I presume, because he moved on to more inquiries. "What were you doing out of your room? Did I give you permission to leave your room?" His voice was dangerous and low and it frightened me immensly. I didn't know what to say, and I guess my silence further irritated him.
He shoved me against the wall with an echoing thud. It had happened so quickly I barely had time to catch my breath. "ANSWER ME YOU INSOLENT FILTH!"
I gasped and fidgeted uncomfortably in his strong hold, he was hurting my arms as he squeezed them tightly; he had me suspended inches above the wooden floor. "Gomennasai, Bakura! I had to use the bathroom! Onegai, please forgive me!" I pleaded as he laughed maliciously.
He dropped me to the ground uncerimoniously and I crumpled on the floor as I hid my face, and my humiliation...
"You were using the bathroom, were you?" He laughed and then stooped down to me and gave me a threatening glare. "Then how do you explain this?!" he spat, thrusting my sleeve up my arm roughly, revealing my bandages and cuts. I turned away, embarrassed and humiliated, as I often felt when being spoken to by Mou Hitori no Boku. One single tear slid down my face, but it was enough to further infuriate my yami. He kicked me in the stomach a few times for good measure.
"If you want pain this badly then I'll be certain to pay you more attention during the day. I can provide pain for you my hikari." As he turned around, I figured he was going to go back in his room. I lay in a fetal position on the floor, grasping my bruised torso as he turned back and looked at me. "You're pathetic, Hikari. I've decided you will no longer be permitted to use the bathroom without my permission. Let this be a lesson to you. Go back in your room, you may not leave it until morning for school." With that said, Bakura slammed his door as I stumbled back to my room sobbing, choking, and gasping for breath. This time I had gotten away easy...
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The next morning I awoke by my nightmares and the agitating buzz of my alarm clock simultaneously. I wiped the beads of sweat from my forehead as I pulled myself out of bed. I winced for my torso was still very sore.
I performed my daily routine before school surprisingly uninterrupted by Bakura. Though it also wasn't unnatural for him to be sleeping at this ungodly hour of 6:00 AM.
I showered, dried my hair, dressed, brushed my teeth, and debated whether or not I was going to eat breakfast. As usual, I did not. Just as I was rummaging about in the fridge to make a sandwich for my lunch, I felt a presence in the dark kitchen and I quickly shut the door, revealing Bakura, swinging a brown paper bag.
I gasped in shock and stumbled backwards into the counter. "My my, aren't we on edge this morning?" he chuckled, and my curiousity got the best on me. "What's in the bag?" I asked innocently, and he smiled.
"You mean this?" he questioned innocently and pointed at the bag swinging in his hand. I nodded nervously, maybe I shouldn't have asked. He was even more frightening when he was being nice because he was less predictable. But he just smiled at me and simply stated, "Your lunch."
This frightened me immensely. It had to be a trap, Bakura was never this kind to me, and he never did anything as kind of a gesture as making my lunch for me before.
"What is it?" My voice wavered slightly, causing his smile to broaden.
"A sandwich."
"W-what kind...?"
"My my, aren't we suspicious today?" he commented, then added, "Ham, cheese, and mayonaise... your favorite."
There was something in the way that he said 'your favorite' that frightened me. But not wanting to anger him I took the bag and bowed to him, mumbling, "Arigatou, Bakura-san, I'm very grateful." Straightening up, I walked to the door, then added, "I must be going to school now, Bakura-san, Sayonara." He waved to me with a broad grin on his face, and I was sure I could hear him laughing as I shut the door. I shivered once again as I began walking to school.
I had intended to check my sandwich, but I forgot as I approached Yuugi- tachi, and we walked to school, me silent as usual.
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I tapped my pencil against my desk 4th period waiting for the lunch bell to ring, but I was also pondering the morning's events. Why had Bakura been so nice to me? It was unsettling. I suppose it was probably all a sick joke, and I was certainly afraid to find out what was in my sandwich.
RING!!!!!!!
I sat down at the lunch table with Yuugi-tachi. Since it was such a lovely day we decided to sit in the courtyard. Anzu and Jounouchi were having a heated discussion about blue jeans and Honda and Yuugi were listening intently and laughing every now and again. I caught a few snipets such as "too big on you" and "aren't always blue", but I really wasn't that interested. I opened my paper bag cautiously and pulled out a harmless looking sandwich wrapped in a plastic baggie. I pulled the sandwich out and examined the outside. Pieces of ham and cheese stuck out from under the bread, some mayo was evident and also something red, ketchup?
It was then when I opened the sandwich that I turned white as a sheet, and I released a short gasp of breath, startling Yuugi who was sitting next to me. Laying smashed into some mayo and cheese was a dead mouse, the blood mixed with the mayo. A bad taste filled my mouth and I suddenly realized I had lost my appetite, in fact I felt very nauseous. I dropped the sandwich and turned around on the bench and leaned over, afraid I was going to be sick. I had a very weak stomach.
"Ryou, what's wrong? You don't look so good, you're all pale." Yuugi commented. He looked at my sandwich confused. I had put the bread back on top, so he had no idea what was wrong. "J-just suddenly not h-hungry anymore..." I stuttered as my head swam. Bakura was very cruel. "Is there something wrong with your sandwich?" Yuugi asked. He reached to pick it up, but I quickly stopped him. "No, don't touch it!" I gasped and everyone at the table gave me a queer look. "Ugh..." I groaned and leaned down with my head in my hands.
"It can't be that bad..." Before Yuugi could touch the sandwich I grabbed it and ran over to the trash can a few feet away and tossed it in. I walked slowly back to the others as they stared at me. I sat down quietly still feeling sick, but I think I was going to be fine. After I sat back down they continued to stare at me, and Jounouchi broke the silence by stating "PMS!!" in a singsong voice. I just layed my head on my arms and buried my face so they couldn't see my tears. No one bothered me the rest of lunch.
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It was hot by the time afternoon had rolled around and I stood at my locker after class tying a gumband in my hair. I had been on edge ever since lunch, and had also felt a bit queasy the rest of the day. "Hey, Ryou."
Yuugi startled me and I spun around quickly, but a weak smile crawled upon my face when I saw who it was. Yuugi was my best friend. I don't know if I was his best friend, I'm pretty sure Jounouchi was, but he was mine none the less.
"I saw you crying at lunch," I heard Yuugi say quietly and I turned from him in shame and began digging in my locker. "You're very observant," I stated quietly. "Naw, just all-knowing," he chuckled half-heartedly. I couldn't even bring myself to smile at the comment, I was completely burnt out. "What's the matter, Ryou? You used to be so cheerful and kind. You used to look so happy, and everyone who you ever talked to left smiling," Yuugi stated, shocking me slightly, and for several seconds, I couldn't bring myself to reply. "Now you just seem so... burnt-out and distracted, you're always on edge, you look so sad. It's... depressing."
"Gomen..." was my quiet reply as I shut my locker soundlessly and hung my head in a way so that my bangs covered my eyes which brimmed with tears that theatened to fall.
Third Person POV
It broke Yuugi's heart to see his friend like this. Anzu had suggested that Ryou's recent behavior was probably just stress from upcoming exams, but Yuugi knew it wasn't like Ryou to fret over exams, it had to be something else that was bothering him.
"You don't need to apologise, Ryou, I'm sure it's not your fault," Yuugi paused, "Are you sure there isn't something that you would want to talk with me about?" Ryou shook his head gently and brushed away a tear that had started to travel down his cheek. He sniffed a few times then mumbled something unaudible to Yuugi's ears. "Huh?" Yuugi asked. "I said, 'Iie, arigatou.', I'll talk to you later Yuugi-san," Ryou sniffed and brushed quickly past Yuugi. He pushed through the last throng of kids exiting the building before breaking off into a run once he was outside.
"Oh, Ryou," Yuugi sighed, "We're right back at square one now, aren't we?" He stated this to no one in particular as he slipped sulkily out the main doors.
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Ryou's POV
I ran home quickly, tears falling freely down my flushed cheeks. I didn't even care anymore about what Bakura had planned at home for me, I just had to get away. I was hurting my friends by being the way I was, and I couldn't bear another 'talk' with Yuugi. I can't believe I called him 'Yuugi-san', he probably hates me now. He's my best friend, I hadn't used honorifics in months, but that just happened to pop out. I'm so stupid.
I slowed down as my house came into view, the last house on the corner. I dried my tears and walked up the porch steps, fidgeting with my keys in my pocket. I opened the door cautiously, and as usual, Bakura was sitting at the table waiting for me.
"You're 3 minutes late, Hikari," he stated coldly without evening looking up at me. I stopped removing my shoes and stared emotionlessly at him. There was a clock sitting in front of him on the table. I recognised it as the one that hung above the stove, the only thing was it seemed as if Bakura had shattered the glass and it was no longer ticking.
"Bakura, that clock is broken," I stated quietly.
He glared at me and I shut up. "No one asked, Hikari," he growled, "Hurry up, take off your shoes and jacket, then get out of my sight! Go to your room!"
"Could I use the bathroom first?"
"NO!"
I scrambled up the stairs frightened by his tone, he was probably drunk, stupid baka... A fresh batch of tears welled in my eyes as I stumbled into my room. I shut the door quietly and stumbled onto my bed. I pulled the gumband out of my hair shivering violently. I had been doing so a lot lately, even though I wasn't cold.
"What's wrong with me? What's going to happen to me?" I began to sob and buried my face into my pillow. I soon fell into a fitful sleep, awaiting Bakura's rage.
To Be Continued...
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