Hi there, everyone!
This is my first DW fan fiction, so be warned, because this is probably going to be filled with extreme OOC situations. And if you read Jessica Thompson's 'This is a Love Story' you may find that I based this fic on the book.
Also, I'm not a native speaker, so sorry for any mistakes you may find.
Now, without further ado, enjoy!
Disclaimer: Don't own Doctor Who. But you know what I wish I could own? David Tennant.
Chapter 1- First encounters of the awkward type
That morning, in the tube, a young couple sat in front of her.
The girl, not much younger than Rose, had bright auburn hair that resembled fire. Her head was resting on top of her boyfriend's shoulder, a smile curving her pink lips, while the young man, who looked like an intern in an important enterprise judging by his tailored suit, mimicked her, his eyes a pool of love and adoration.
Rose sighed, a dreamy expression taking over her as she let her mind wander about how this young couple's life should be.
She began doing this after she first watched 'Sherlock'— not that she would ever admit it out loud, of course. She simply found it rather entertaining and exciting to try to guess other's people way of living through some glances and besides, it was a great way to spend time when she was bored.
She looked again at the girl and smiled when she saw the engagement ring on her finger.
It couldn't be described as some big and precious rock that most of the 7-year-old girls think they'll have when they get proposed, but Rose thought it was perfect.
"The young man probably doesn't have that much money." Rose thought, staring at the two lovebirds. "The suit is the most expensive garment he has, and maybe he's trying to impress his boss. And the girl… Seems like some sort of artist, judging by that purple beret, the heavy bracelets and that huge necklace. And if I'm not mistaken… Yes, there it is. Some red dry ink in her hand. She's a painter."
The two lovebirds decided to share a kiss in that moment, and Rose looked away, cheeks turning into a deep shade of red.
"Still… They look so happy."
Maybe that's what she needed. Not the engagement ring, mind you; the love.
When the young couple stopped the make-out session, Rose turned to stare at them again, her heart sinking in a never-ending abysm. Even if she didn't know them, she felt happy for what they found in each other. However, that doesn't mean that she didn't feel a tad jealous. After all, she was tired of waking up alone, spend the day working to death in the office, only to be greeted by Jackie's gossips when she got home.
How she wished she could trade her empty and cold bed by a warm and double one, a husky voice whispering sweet words to her ear while strong arms surround her in a protective way.
Unfortunately, she knew that was not very likely to happen. At least, not until she was able to surpass her… past, so to speak.
Yes, because Rose Tyler also had had someone who, at the time, she thought it was 'the one'.
She only noticed how wrong she was when it was too late.
"Excuse me, Miss, is that seat taken?"
Rose snapped out of her reverie and looked up, her breath caught in her throat as she met warm brown eyes looking down at her.
For a second, she swore that if she wasn't already sitting, she would have fallen, for her knees seemed to have turned into jelly.
"Err… P-Pardon?" She asked, slapping herself mentally for her stupidity.
Way to go, Rose.
The man, that she now noticed was wearing a brown pinstriped suit matching his eyes, grinned kindly at her.
"I was asking if the seat is taken." He said, his head slightly pointing in the direction of the empty space beside her.
She followed his gaze, taking advantage of the opportunity to look away from him, knowing that she was very near of passing out due to oxygen deprivation.
She quickly glanced at the empty seat at her side, before returning to look at him, telling herself that she was acting ridiculous.
"Err, no."
Silence.
Hmm… Now it was the part where she should move to let him seat, correct? Because that's what a polite and sane person would do, isn't it?
Then way did she seem to be glued to her spot?
"Probably because of his eyes," she thinks "those damned eyes."
She suspected they had these hypnotic effect that attracted her towards him, just like a small star being pulled towards the immensity of a black hole, and for some seconds, she forgot everything. For some seconds, the world outside ceased to exist and the only occupants of the tube were Rose and the man.
That is, until the man himself broke the spell.
"Miss?"
Right. The seat.
She exhaled a deep breath before smiling warmly at the man, attempting to make up for the complete idiot she had just made of herself. She then slid her bum to the other seat, letting the man seat in her former place, still smiling at him, for some unknown reason— or maybe because she was trying to hide the fact that she almost drooled at his sight only some seconds ago.
"Wait. Should I have moved my legs so he could pass to the other seat or did I do the right thing?" Rose thought, panic starting to get the better of her.
Wait again. Why the heck was she worrying over such a trivial thing? He was just a stranger, for crying out loud!
A very handsome stranger, though.
Rose took a deep breath, trying to clean her mind from such thoughts. Monday always was the busiest day at work, and she surely couldn't afford to spend the day at her desk looking at the blinking mouse in her computer, daydreaming about some man she saw at the tube.
Making a strategy to advert her mind from the handsome stranger beside her, Rose balanced her tea between her knees before opening the copy of the newspaper she had bought at the newsstand near her house.
Her eyes almost immediately found the picture of a squirrel on water skis.
Goodness, she loved the Metro.
Her shoulders shook convulsively as she tried not to laugh; she was pretty certain she had already made a bad first impression on the stranger, and squirting tea through her nose wouldn't amend the situation.
"Take a deep breath, Rose." She told herself biting her bottom lip, her fingers scanning the paper, searching for a way to change the page.
That's when she heard a male voice that melted her heart and weirdly, reminded her of honey and the stars shining above her at night.
"Squirrel?"
Her heart skipped a beat when she turned her head and saw him, a small smile playing on his lips. She took a moment to rewind the scene and unveil what he said and when she finally knew what he had asked her, Rose found herself imitating his smile. She then turned the newspaper in his direction and let him see.
She noticed him biting the inside of his cheek, trying not to burst out laughing in the middle of the tube, surrounded by sullen English people.
And she fell a little more for him.
"How did ya know?" Rose inquired the handsome stranger, tongue peeking through her teeth. She congratulated herself mentally when she noticed she didn't stutter like a fool for a change.
"My sister was reading the Metro this morning while eating breakfast and next thing I know, she's spitting tea all over the place and laughing hysterically." He looked at the picture of the squirrel, attempting to sound mad, even if the small bend on his lips betrayed him. "Had to change my shirt because of that little rodent."
Rose laughed, her heart suddenly gaining wings and trying to fly of her chest.
She knew she was being stupid. What she felt in that moment could only be described as one of the many silly crushes she had had in her teens. But now she was a grow up woman, and she couldn't possibly get distracted with such things.
Still… It wouldn't hurt to know his name, would it?
Rose extended a soft hand in his direction, her eyes never leaving his. "My name's Rose Tyler. And yours?" She demanded, telling herself she was just being friendly, and not that she secretly wished they'd end up exchanging numbers.
"John. John Noble." A shaky breath escaped through Rose's lips the moment their hands met. "But people usually call me 'The Doctor', so you may call me that, if you want."
The Doctor dropped her hand too soon to Rose's liking, but she didn't complain. Instead, she raised an eyebrow. "Why 'The Doctor'?"
Her handsome not-so-stranger-anymore rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly and Rose thought it was the cutest thing she had ever seen.
"Weeelll… I think it all started back in the university. I was the genius of my class in…" he made a small pause, as if he was elaborating a mental list "Pretty much everything, if I remember correctly. And so my friends gave me that nickname."
Rose nodded. Her gut told her he was lying, but she didn't say anything. But, if she had to guess the true origin of his nickname, she'd say it probably involved a wild party while at university, too much drunkenness and a girl. Or at least, that was how her Uncle Tom got his.
The tube stopped, and what Rose felt when she realized she had to leave could only be described as pure dread.
She was aware this was very likely to be the first and last time she saw this man, and she felt her heart's wings being cut by faith's knife, only to fall into a dark and never-ending pit.
Her smile left her features when she got up, pondering what her last words to the Doctor should be.
"It was nice to meet ya."
"My stop's here. Have a nice day."
"Well, I have to go. Bye, Doctor."
Or… She could ask him his number. Five little words that could either make her the happiest girl on London or make her seem like a fool.
Which, considering her life experience, was more probable to be the latter.
"Sorry, is this Leicester Square?"
Rose looked down at him, visibly surprised. "Y-Yeah." She made a small pause, before that little voice in her head won the battle and she spoke, hope filling every cell in her body. "Why d'ya ask?" And please say this is also your stop, she pleaded mentally.
"Well, according to my friend Jack, I have to get out in this station and then go down through some street to get to the place where he works."
Rose grinned. It's that, or she'd start squeaking like a god dammed 13-year-old girl.
"'Kay, one more minute with him. Better than nothin'." She reckoned.
They shared a smile before exiting the tube, away from all the cranky business man, the baby's cries and of course, the lovebirds' nest.
Rose finished her tea while climbing the stairs, the Doctor at her side remarking something about her drink being in fact a superheated infusion of free radicals and tannin.
Curious man, the Doctor. After all, she was pretty sure she never met someone who wore a pinstriped suit with a pair of converse.
Too soon, the sunlight hit Rose's face, telling her that they were now in open street and that she had to say goodbye to this man.
He seemed to notice the same, for he stopped in his tracks and for a moment, Rose swore she could see something flash in his eyes, before he masked it with a gentle smile.
"Well, I have to go now. It was nice to meet you, Rose Tyler."
Rose shuddered at the way her name rolled in his tongue, before shaking his hairy hand.
"It was nice to meet ya too, Doctor." She smiled a bit at him, before she glanced at her wrist watch. In less than 10 minutes she had to be sitting at her desk and she would have nothing more but the memory of this man to keep her company through the day.
She raised her gaze to look at him, as if saying 'goodbye' before turning her back on him, the pit in her stomach growing 20 more km.
She gulped. There's that voice in the back of her head scowling her for having given up so easily.
But what was she supposed to do? Say 'sod off' to her work and run through the streets of London looking for him? Especially considering that at this time, he had already been swallowed by the crowds? And, even if she managed to find him, what would she say?
"'Lo again,Doctor. I know this may sound crazy, maybe because it is, but can ya gimme your number?"
That may work in cheesy Hollywood movies, but not in real life. He'd just think she was a lunatic.
The blond girl and a fairly big group of Londoners stopped at the edge of the sidewalk when the signal turned red for them and various cars began to go down the road again in frenzy, leaving a trail of smoke behind that caused her to cough a bit.
Rose sighed frustrated. She hated Monday mornings. Especially that one.
She should know better than to fall in love with a complete stranger. Sure, now she already knew his name, but besides that… Nothing. He was just a good-looking man dressed in a pinstriped suit that had a crazy sister.
"Yeah, that's it. Just a complete stranger." She said to herself, even if her heart told her a different story.
She woke up to the world around her when a hand landed on her shoulder.
A very hairy hand.
"Excuse me, Rose?"
Her heart won wings again when she heard his voice and whatever depressive thoughts she had about him flew out the window. She took a deep breath before turning around, and beamed when she saw those chocolate eyes staring back at her.
"I'm so sorry for bothering you. I know you probably have a job to go to but I'm new in town and I certainly do not know where St. Martin street is and-"
Rose cut him off, her smile never leaving her features. "Oh, don't worry. I can show you where that street is, since I'm also heading there."
The Doctor smiled back at her in relief. "Thank you."
Less than a moment after, the signal turned green and the duo crossed the street.
"So, ya said you're new in town?" Rose inquired after some moments in silence, curiosity and fascination causing her to want to know everything about him.
"Yeah. I was living in Cardiff but then my sister told me that the company she and my friend work for is hiring and I thought 'Why not?'. I had nothing better to do anyway and was getting bored to death working at home."
Rose nods, digesting this information. They were turning around the corner when she said "Mind if I ask you what your job is?"
The Doctor tugged his ear a bit before answering. "I don't know." When Rose arched an eyebrow, he explained "Today is my first day at work. And it's a little difficult to explain but this company writes articles for a great amount of journals and magazines. So, I think you can say I'll basically write. About what, I still don't know."
Rose nodded again, her stomach an authentic cage for butterflies. She was aware this was very likely to be only a coincidence, but she also worked in a small company that specialized in the same field as the Doctor's one, and in the last reunion she had, her boss told her and the others that he was hiring. And then there was still the fact that he had also to walk down St. Martin's street…
"Doctor…" He turned his head in her direction and Rose gulped, overwhelmed by the intensity of his gaze. "I-Is by any chance your company called 'The Tardis'?"
Time slowed down in a painful way until she heard him answering "Yeah. Why?"
Scratch what she said about Monday mornings. From now on, it would be her favourite time of the week.
Rose smiled at him, tongue peeking through her white as snow teeth when she stopped dead in her tracks. The Doctor stopped too, looking curiously at her.
"Because, Doctor, I think we haven't introduced ourselves properly yet" The Doctor raised an eyebrow, whereby Rose took off her purse a small security card of a deep blue colour, watching amused how his eyes widen at the sight of the object."'M Rose Tyler, columnist at the Tardis publishing house. And you are going to be my co-worker."
Rose Tyler sat at her desk, pretending to be working when in truth, her attention had been caught by two people.
The Doctor was leaning against a cupboard in the kitchen, his right hand holding a mug of tea while the other adjusted his specs. He seemed to be talking with a dark-haired man, which after further observation, Rose discovered it was Jack Harkness, the head editor of the magazine.
She pondered if she should pinch herself, since this felt like a crazy dream. And maybe she'd just wake up, pink duvet around her as if she was a mummy, stuffing a pillow against her ears attempting to muffle the sound of her alarm clock.
But she didn't.
Instead, she turned her head at the feeling of a presence beside her, only to be greeted by a pair of icy blue orbs shining in mischief.
"Already seen the new bloke?" Carolyn Russ asked, biting her bottom lip at the sight of their new co-worker talking with their boss.
Rose eyed the blond woman suspiciously, deciding that she didn't even like a bit of the way she looked at the Doctor, as if he was her defenceless prey, ready to be devoured to the last bite— which, knowing Carolyn as she did and hearing the rumours about her through the corridors of the building, Rose can't say that's too far away from the truth.
She suddenly swallowed hard, the lump in her throat keeping her from breathing properly.
Honestly, she knew she had no reasons to care. She just met John, the Doctor, the squirrel man, a few minutes ago. Sure, he was funny and charming and had this pair of eyes that made Rose's brain stop working, but still…
So why did she find her heart making acrobatics in her chest at the thought of him and Carolyn snogging, not to think about another situation which involved them a lot less clothed?
"You know," Carolyn's voice brought Rose back to reality "I think I'll pay a visit to the newbie once Jack leaves him alone. John's his name, right?"
Rose barely nodded in confirmation.
"Good. And he's not bad, either. The only problem is that his sister is Donna."
Rose's head snapped upwards to look at Carolyn. "What did ya say?"
"Didn't you know?" When the blond girl shook her head in denial, Carolyn spoke "Donna, our dear writing coordinator, is John's elder sister." It doesn't go unnoticed the way Carolyn grimaced at the mention of the ginger woman, but Rose decided on not remarking it. "I bet she shagged Jack in order to get a job for her little brother."
Rose exhaled, something burning in her throat. She turned to her computer, typing some words in the keyboard, trying to advert her gaze from Carolyn "You know, from what I heard, Jack and John are friends. So I reckon Donna didn't have to…" Rose cleared her throat, before proceeding "You know. Plus, the Doctor seems like a brilliant and capable man who doesn't need his sister doing those kind of… favours for him to get a job."
Carolyn snorted. "If you say so…"
Rose bit her lip, trying not to say something she would later regret.
She always knew Carolyn was that kind of co-worker that loved to gossip about everyone in the office, and sometimes, she even enjoyed to invent rumours. She only seemed to forget that she, from the entire building, was the one who should keep her head low.
Oh yes, because even if Rose didn't talk about it, she knew what reputation Carolyn had.
"You know, you're right. I think Donna didn't sleep with Jack," Rose looked at her, visibly surprised "She probably slept with Jack and the other editor, what's his name? Mike?"
Okay, that was enough. Even Rose had her limits.
"You know, Carolyn," she grimaced when she said the woman's name, imitating the gesture Carolyn made while talking about Donna "I reckon you shouldn't speak of other people's life when you have a fair share of… experiences in your own."
Carolyn blinked.
Moments later her jaw began to tremble and it was only a matter of seconds until she emitted a cold laugh that made Rose feel goosebumps.
"Oh, you're so funny, Rosie."
And before Rose could retort, Carolyn turned on her heels and left her alone.
"There you are, Rose."
A brown-haired woman appeared from the corner with a huge filer in her arms, smiling warmly at the girl. Rose smiled back at her, thanking mentally for having Sarah Jane in her life.
The woman, from all the people at her work, was probably the most sympathetic to her.
Rose remembered her first day at work, when she put her feet on the building for the first time, legs shaking and almost hyperventilating. At the time, Sarah had been the first one to introduce herself and she even offered to show Rose the place. In the end, she turned to be a kind of second mother, the eye of the storm, the person she turned to when she needed a good glass of wine and a shoulder to cry on.
"Donna asked me to give you this." The filer landed with a loud thud in Rose's desk, while Sarah exhaled in relief. "Good luck with that, by the way."
"Thanks."
Sarah opened her mouth to speak, but something in the corner of her eye clearly caught her interest. Rose turned back and followed her gaze, and couldn't say she was surprised when she saw the Doctor.
"That's Donna's brother?" The elder woman asked, arms crossed, her back leaning against the wall of the cubicle.
"Yeah. His name's John, but people call him 'The Doctor'."
"Oh, so you've already met him?"
Rose chewed her bottom lip. Sarah Jane was probably one of her closest friends, but she didn't know if she should tell her about their meeting at the tube. Especially since Rose's brain seemed to shut down the first time she laid eyes on him.
"Yeah, he… he asked me for directions to the building and I helped him out." There, 'm not really lying, she thought.
"That's so nice of you." Sarah remarked, her eyes shining proudly at Rose through her fringe before they turned to scan the room. She beamed at the same time Rose grumbled under her breath when she noticed that the Doctor and Jack had already left the kitchen, heading to the second floor, away from curious eyes. "I'm going to make tea. Do you want some?"
"Nah, thanks."
Sarah Jane nodded, before turning around and walking down the corridor in the room's direction.
Left alone once again, Rose sighed happily, before turning back to the computer. She had lots of articles to write, and she didn't even want to know what monstrosity of work Donna put in that filer.
Yeah, that's it. Work. That's what she had to focus on.
Seconds turned into minutes and minutes turned into hours and before Rose had the time to finish her article about wines, it was lunch time.
With a sigh, she got up and walked down the hallway in the kitchen's direction, asking herself if she still had the left-overs of Friday in the fridge.
Probably no, but she still could check.
"Rose, Rose!"
The blond girl turned around, smiling when she saw Donna running in her direction, panting.
"Goodness, you're a hard one to find." She took a deep breath before smiling kindly, and Rose couldn't help but think she was seeing the reflection of the Doctor's smile. "John just told me you helped him getting here and I wanted to thank you. Without you, I think Spaceman could have spent the day walking in circles."
Rose laughs. "Spaceman?"
"Yeah. It's his nickname. I began calling him that since…" she made a small pause and closed her eyes, as if trying to remember a long-lost memory "Well, since I remember. Mostly because sometimes, it's as if he comes from another planet. You know, with all that rambling and those weird words that seem something a Martian would speak."
"Oi, it's not my fault that I'm brilliant."
Rose's eyes found the owner of the voice some feet away from her and Donna, and her heart seemed to stop beating again.
She should go to the hospital. She was pretty sure that was not normal.
The Doctor walked towards them, stopping beside Rose so he was able to look at his sister, and Rose bit her lip when she noticed he smelled of tea and peppermint.
Donna snorted, crossing her arms and leaning in her brother's direction glaring at him. "Yeah, right. Do you call 'brilliant' the time I almost set my hair on fire because you, sir, decided it was a good idea to play with my hair stretcher?"
The Doctor opens his mouth before closing it, only to repeat the gesture three more times before saying "First, that was ages ago. Second, I wasn't playing with your air stretcher; I was improving it. And it wasn't my fault that I told you to not push the red button and what did you do? That's right, you pushed it!"
"It was last week. And it was my best hair stretcher! Do you know how many pounds it cost me?"
"Well-"
Rose, knowing from experience how fights between siblings generally ended up (she could thank her younger cousins for that), cleared her throat.
"As I was about to say, you're welcome, Donna" She stated, referring to the first part of the conversation, before she turned to face the Doctor, her cheeks turning into a bright shade of crimson when she saw how dangerously close they were. "A-And it was nice to see ya again, Doctor."
The man nodded, his lips curving into a small smile, before Donna's snort interrupted their moment.
However, before she could give it too much thought, her mobile began ringing inside her trousers' pocket, so she excused herself before walking out, leaving unnoticed the knowing look Donna gave her and her brother.
"I'm just saying" Donna began some hours later at home when John sat at the table, grimacing at the overly cooked meat pie the ginger woman landed in front of him "She's pretty. And blonde."
Her brother sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. The last thing he wanted in that moment was to be in a relationship, considering how badly the previous one had ended up.
As if reading his thoughts, Donna said "You know, just because things turned bad with Reinette, it doesn't mean that they'll end up the same way with other girls" She made a small pause to sit down, facing her brother before proceeding, more to herself than to him "It's not like we're all bitches that enjoy having more than one boyfriend at the same time."
John nodded, hoping the gesture would end that conversation. Talking again and again about how Reinette was dating Lou, an intern ten years younger than him right under his nose made him sick.
But at the same time, it was ironic. He, working himself to death in the office, while Reinette came up with an excuse of being sick, in the same days as Lou had to go to some 'meeting'.
He only forgot to mention it was with his girlfriend and in his bed.
At first, he thought nothing of it. After all, he was talking about Reinette, the same woman who left her family behind in France to be able to live with him. Thinking such thing of her was an offense to all the sacrifices she had made for him, for them.
But then, the tittle-tattle began between his co-workers, followed by the pitying looks people casted at him.
Still, he ignored it all. He chose to stay blind because he refused to believe in what was right in front of him.
It was only three months of lying and cheating later, in one of the days both Reinette and Lou were 'sick' that John came home earlier.
Needless to say, he got out of home that night and never showed up at work again.
"Spaceman, are you listening to me?"
Donna's voice interrupted his train of thought, and John looked at her. "Err… Yes, yes. You were just talking about…" He made a small pause, pleading mentally for Donna to proceed.
She narrowed her eyes at him, before saying "I was telling you that if you want a pause from blondes, you still have Martha, one of the receptionists" She cut a slice of the pie and helped herself. "Although… I think she's seeing someone else, so just forget her. "
"Donna-" Her brother began, saying her name in some sort of plea.
"Anyway, what matters is that you have lots of women working at the building, and I see the way some of them look at you." At this, John arched an eyebrow. "Yes, Martian boy, the girls like you. Don't ask me why, though. That's a mystery to me."
"Oi, just so you know, I'm very charming!"
Donna rolled her eyes. "Sure, Spaceman."
John glared at the ginger woman, before turning his attention to the plate in front of him. It smelled of spice and, obviously, meat. And besides the slightly over-cooked edges, it looked good.
Maybe Donna had finally learnt to cook.
Taking a deep breath to gather courage, he slowly brought a piece of pie to his mouth.
Nope, still horrible.
He quickly spit the contents, much to Donna's disliking, before drinking all the water in one gulp, trying to get the flavour out of his mouth.
Donna snorted. "You're such a Drama Queen."
John exhaled after some moments, cleaning his wet mouth with the back of his hand. "Blimey, this is utterly horrible. Are you trying to kill me?"
The ginger woman shrugged, eating a bit of meat pie without even blinking. "You're just overreacting. This is good."
"If you want to get food poisoning." He murmured under his breath, before getting up. "Well, I should go. Have to work tomorrow, remember?"
"You know, I could give you a lift to work. Unlike certain people, I didn't fail on my driving test and certainly did not almost kill Mrs. Mackenzie when she was crossing the road."
John bit the inside of his cheek, attempting to not say anything that could cause them to end up fighting like cats. "No, thank you. I'll take the tube."
Donna smiled knowingly, her eyes dancing. "Oh."
John raised an eyebrow. "What?"
"And here I was, trying to get you a nice lady when you already have your target aimed."
John's mouth opened and closed various times, the perfect impression of a golden fish "W-What?"
"I'm not judging you, Martian boy. I'm just saying you could already have told me. I can help, you know."
"Wait, what?"
Donna rolled her eyes. Her brother, to a genius, managed to be pretty thick sometimes. "You know, with Rose."
"Huh-huh." He made a small pause, as if digesting the information before repeating "What?"
Donna sighed frustratingly. "I'm saying that if you fancy Rose, I can help you." At her brother's silence, Donna asked "Wait, are you really going to tell me you're taking the tube just because you want to and that you don't fancy the girl?"
John looked at his wrist watch distracted— or maybe, knowing him as Donna did, trying to avoid the question. "You know, that's really fascinating, Donna, but I have to get going. See you tomorrow."
"B-But, John!"
Her only answer was the sound of the door closing behind him.
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