A HUGE thank you to everyone who reviewed, followed and favorited!...16 reviews, 19 followers and 8 favorites for the first chapter really felt good to see, given I was nervous about handling the subject matter and writing Dark One Rumple, as I am more accustomed to writing Mr. Gold or Spinner Rum.
Please don't let the big author's note below scare you off of reading this chapter. If you want to skip the note, feel free to do so...it is merely there for additional reference if you want it. Don't worry my notes are not typically be that long. I just want to give you some more background, if you want it.
Author's Note: Now that I don't have to worry about spoiling the basic premise, I can give you more information about the characters and story construction:
Rumple is, as I view him on OUAT, the guy who is more about emotional attachment than physical. Thus though his dreams have him very aroused, he really isn't a just sex kind of guy. Additionally, though Rumple is a master planner, when his emotions and/or insecurities from those emotions are involved, his planning can go out the window.
Belle will be a bit out of character occasionally from OUAT, because she's had more trauma in her home life than ever alluded to in OUAT. Belle has been living in a patriarchal society, where a woman's value is defined by what she can give a man, and sadly, she's experienced personally the disrespect and cruelty of men. So I'm trying to write her in character for her circumstances, which are different from her OUAT circumstances. Rumple is the odd man in such a patriarchal society who values intellect and is actually capable of tenderness...but Belle doesn't fully understand that yet. So both Rumple and Belle will have trust issues to get past. It'll be a two steps forward, one step back kind of thing for a while.
Sir Maurice is a superficial social climber. I know a lot of fics have him as King Maurice, though OUAT had him as Sir Maurice, likely because in "Skin Deep" he seemed more regal. As I see it, Maurice's priority is appearance and being something more than he is, and Belle is his means to improve his stature. Indeed even in the Disney's "Beauty and the Beast" though Maurice was a nice guy, who was delightfully kooky, and it was cool that he was an inventor...in my opinion, the inventions were, in part, a means to improve his standing in the world, as evidenced by him being excited at the idea of being a "world famous inventor". Additionally when Belle complained about not fitting in and having no one to talk to, his response was "What about that Gaston? He's a handsome fella." He went straight to the superficial 'handsome' appearance, rather than addressing Belle's need for someone with whom she could have a conversation.
Which brings us to Sir Gaston, I am following the predominant 'fic canon' version of Gaston as an ill-tempered brute, since we saw very little of him on OUAT. What we were able to surmise from OUAT is that he was possessive of Belle and more apt to use a sword than his brains...I mean really, pulling a sword twice on the Dark One?...he wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed.
As to Clarice, in "Skin Deep", before agreeing to Rumplestiltskin's deal, Belle specified that her family and friends would live, yet we have never seen any evidence of the aforementioned friends. Thus I gave her some friends; Clarice and her husband, Jeremy. They are the same characters that show up in "We Are All...Reunion of Twin Souls" and will eventually show up in "Metamorphosis Through Love", additionally, RumBelle's 17 year old daughter in "Not Just A Cup" is named after Belle's friend, since Clarice had been an advocate for RumBelle. The name Clarice actually is inspired by "Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer", where Clarice was Rudolph's girlfriend and thought he was cute even though, and because, he was different. My Clarice is high-strung and impulsive, whereas Jeremy is the more reserved protector of Clarice and Belle. Jeremy is the all around good 'stand up' guy.
Other OUAT characters will make appearances from time to time, but this will mainly be Rumple and Belle.
As to the rating, though I read K through M rated fics, T is my writing comfort zone. I have never written an M rated scene, though I've read plenty. I just don't personally feel comfortable with trying it with someone else's characters. If I were writing about the love affair of Clarice and Jeremy, I might try it, because I feel more at liberty to do that with my own characters, but this story is about RumBelle. That said, just because I don't write M rated, doesn't mean there won't be heat. I figure anybody who likes/wants M, knows the basic mechanics of the act, so my love scenes should still give your imagination enough inspiration to take it the rest of the way. If you want to see any example of one of my love scenes, about half way through chapter 16 of "We Are All...Reunion of Twin Souls" /s/9222159/16/We-Are-All-Reunion-of-Twin-Souls should give you a good idea of my love scene writing style.
This is written with great respect, love and gratitude for the talents of Robert Carlyle, Emilie de Ravin, all those involved in Once Upon A Time. I do not own the OUAT characters.
Okay, so now that you know what kind of story this is, when we last left the dynamic trio...Rumple had it all planned to make the deal be that Belle would be his concubine, but then he opened his mouth and said, "I want you to be my wife." Oops! Both Belle and Rumple are shocked...well, actually, Rumple's panicked...and Clarice seems strangely amused and/or happy. So, without further ado, here we go...
"Wife?", Belle breathes out.
"You've done worse, Belle. He's a definite improvement over Gaston." says Clarice, as both Rumplestiltskin and Belle notice her conspicuously pondering his leather covered derriere.
Through gritted teeth, Belle reprimands, "Clarice, stop staring!"
Rumplestiltskin's mind spins, "Wife? I said, 'wife'! Why the Hell did I do that?!" In his heart, he knows the answer, however the thought terrifies him. He has never been a man driven to just have a carnal relationship with a woman, and Belle is like no other woman he has ever met. He wants a life with her. Trying to reign in his unruly thoughts, his mind screams, "No! I only want sex...physical pleasure and release, nothing more! It was just a slip of my treacherous tongue!" Being the Dark One, he is quite aware that he can reset the terms before she agrees to a marriage. He can step away from the cliff and limit them to a strictly physical relationship as he intended, yet his mouth refuses to do so.
He is broken out of his stupor by a gentle hand on his forearm as Belle asks, "Are you alright? You're looking a little...pale...-ish." He stares at her for a moment.
Clarice asks in a hushed tone, "Do Dark Ones get sick?"
"Don't be rude.", Belle scolds.
In a tone that is laced with both worry and amusement, Clarice explains, "I'm just trying to figure out if I should get a bucket or something."
Though Belle has the same thought, she rolls her eyes and says, "Just bring him a chair."
Before he can respond, the two women have each grabbed one of his arms and are guiding him. Rumplestiltskin feels very peculiar receiving physical contact. Seated in the chair, he pulls his arms away from the women, and then with a flourish of his hand and more effort than usually needed to sound casual, he says, "No need to get yourselves in a tizzy, dearies. I'm quite fit."
Kneeling by his chair, Belle looks up at Clarice and requests, "Please go make him some tea."
As he is about to object, Belle quickly shifts her eyes to him, making it clear she wants Clarice out of the room.
Clarice, very aware that something is amiss, commands Rumplestiltskin, "Don't leave before I get back!"
As Belle rubs her forehead, Rumplestiltskin, strangely amused by her audacity, replies, "Wouldn't think of it, dearie."
Once they are alone, Belle clears her throat, trying to find the courage to ask the question pounding in her brain, "You...uh, weren't going to ask me to be your wife, were you?"
His eyes shift ever so slightly, "What makes you think that?"
Belle replies reasonably, "I was surprised by the price, but you seemed catatonic...and you were the one setting the price. Besides, the fact that you just answered my question with a question, seems to confirm that this is not what you had in mind."
He stares lost in her blue eyes, pondering "How does she have such insight?" After a moment, he wraps himself in his typical bravado and remarks with an edge to his voice, "Angling for a better deal, dearie? You may be too good to marry a monster, but I set the price, take it or leave it."
Slightly affronted, yet sincere nonetheless, she says "I wasn't looking to improve my bargain. In fact, I suspect what you really wanted would be less favorable."
"Then why ask? Why give me the perfect opportunity to recant?"
With eyes full of pent up emotion, Belle says earnestly, "I'm tired of dissatisfied men, always bitter at not having what they really want. If you are going to end up resenting me for a marriage you do not want, then I'd rather you present me with the lesser deal. When we summoned you, I knew the price wouldn't be insignificant. Please be honest about what you truly want from me?"
His head swims at the notion of Belle placing his satisfaction with the deal above her own, and he recalls the memories of her interactions with her father and Gaston. "How did they not see the treasure before them?" His misshapen hand reaches to cup her cheek. With a flinch that is barely perceivable, she remains in place. Her eyes are fixed on his. He knows she does not trust him; she also doesn't regard him with the same contempt as most of humanity. His thumb brushes softly, repetitively across her cheek. This connection feels both natural and terrifying to him, as she remains steadfast, self-consciously nibbling her bottom lip.
There is something in Rumplestiltskin's eyes that Belle cannot identify, yet to which she is drawn. It is something she is tempted to call 'tenderness', however she feels that would be sheer folly. Most men she has known are far from tender, "Why would the Dark One be an exception?" But still, his hand on her cheek soothes her. For her to feel comforted by him seems completely illogical, however after the day she has had, she will accept any comfort, logical or not.
"Belle...", it is the first time he speaks her name, and it sounds like a caress. He continues, in a tone etched with the sincerest part of his humanity, "I know precisely what I want from you. I want you to marry me. From the moment that I first saw you, I've known you are an extraordinary woman, and with each moment that passes, you prove me right. I can think of no one else, who I'd want more as my wife."
Though their time together as been fleeting, his words make her eyes shine with tears. Today of all days, she just needs to feel that she matters to someone...even a man who is a total stranger to her. Rumplestiltskin is mesmerized by her glistening eyes full of emotion. He desperately wants his feelings to be merely about physical attraction...that thought is becoming further and further out of reach. He feels as though he is sliding into the abyss. Love hurts...that is the one irrefutable truth which he has learned in hundreds of years. He tries to console himself that he is simply lonely and only needing a friend. "That would explain the emotional attachment!", he rationalizes.
Reluctantly pulling his hand away, he forces a formal tone, "Do we have a deal?"
Standing up and straightening her skirt, she says, "If we can agree on the terms of the marriage, yes."
She retrieves two pieces of parchment and two quills and an inkpot to share, and places them on the adjacent table, and then brings a chair over for herself. In truth, they both know she has no other option, than take the deal or let the ogres and Gaston destroy her. Yet Rumplestiltskin wants her to be comfortable with their arrangement. Thus he decides, if she asks for the finest dresses and jewels, that is what she will get.
She says in a reasoned tone, "I suggest we each write specifics about how we want this marriage to be, and we will see if we can come to a meeting of the minds."
Something about the practicality of her approach pleases him. He points out, "You know, dearie, I usually set the terms of my own contracts."
In a no-nonsense tone, she says, "It may be presumptuous of me, but I assume you don't throw marriage proposals at every woman you meet. Our situation is unique and should be handled accordingly."
A broad smile breaks across his face. He never knew he could become this aroused by a woman's words and intellect. He observes a question in her eyes and stares waiting for her to ask.
Looking down, clearing her throat as she begins to put quill to parchment, "Is there a way of knowing, if someone who's gone to fight is still alive?"
Curiously he asks, "To whom are you referring?", wondering if she has a secret love whom he failed to note.
Making eye contact, she answers, "Clarice's husband, Jeremy. The three of us grew up together. He always protected both of us. He's the only good-hearted man I know. I need to know his heart still beats. I keep assuring Clarice he's fine, but I'm not certain myself." She knows that she has told him more than necessary, but if they are to be married, she sees no point in hiding information from him.
"I'll look into the matter.", he states cautiously, and then asks, "Would you want him back in time for the nuptials?"
The hopeful look in her eyes speaks volumes, and before she can voice her answer, he says simply, "I'll see what I can do."
Just as they are about to commence with writing the stipulations of their marriage contract, Clarice can be heard outside the door.
Clarice's declares, "Gaston, you can't go in there...she's entertaining another man. You'll have to come back some other night."
Outraged, Gaston bellows, "What other man?!"
Clarice laughs sarcastically, "Oh for goodness sakes, you donkey brained git! There's no other man. It was a joke...but you still can't go in!"
Belle mutters, "One of these days, she's going to get herself killed.", as Rumplestiltskin cannot hide his amusement.
Gaston growls, "Get out of my way, maid!"
Belle's heart races with worry for her friend. About to go out and confront Gaston herself, she notices Rumplestiltskin flick his wrist and hears a loud thud on the other side of the door. A moment later, Clarice enters with a triumphant grin, holding a tea tray in one hand and a garment bag draped over her arm.
Clarice declares, "Sweet day in the morning! I must not know my own strength. I gave him a shove, and he went down like a sack of flour. He's out cold!"
Rumplestiltskin lets out a high pitched giggle, "Seems like you have some real fire power in you, dearie.", then with a thought he transports Gaston's unconscious body to the floor of the local tavern.
With mixed emotions about him using magic on her friend to increase Clarice's strength, yet relieved that she is safe, Belle gives him a sideways glance and mutters, "She's going to be impossible from now on."
Belle spies the garment bag, yet is too focused on the marriage contract to give it much thought. Clarice dutifully hands Rumplestiltskin a cup of tea, saying "I'm glad you stayed.", then sets about making one for Belle and one for herself.
Rumplestiltskin says with rhythmic bravado, "I am a man of my word...or monster as the case may be."
Belle frowns, noting this is the second time that he has referred to himself by that word, and she finds she disapproves.
Before Belle can venture to state an opinion, Clarice asks, "And what are we doing now?"
As his eyes pin her, he replies, "We are hammering out the marriage contract.", and then Belle adds, "Yes, and we really should get back to it."
Clarice smirks and sits on Belle's bed, watching the pair intently as they both go about writing. She observes Belle completely focused on the task at hand, while Rumplestiltskin is frequently distracted glancing at Belle in a manner that reminds her of Jeremy when they first began courting. Clarice had noticed from the moment that Rumplestiltskin had appeared something seemed off...he was not the dreaded Dark One that she had envisioned, and furthermore, he seemed in awe of Belle. She thinks to herself, "This might just be the best thing for Belle after all."
Rumplestiltskin and Belle look awkwardly at each other, and then taking a deep breath, Belle says, "I suggest we take turns stating each of our stipulations for our marriage."
Clasping his hands together, he declares, "Excellent idea. Ladies first."
Looking at her parchment and then Rumplestiltskin, Belle raises her chin, looking him square in the eyes, "I am to be provide proper food and shelter...not sleeping in a barn nor dungeon, and food that is edible...not rotten nor riddled with insects."
He gives her a thoughtful look and says, "I can agree with that, with the exception that you must drink the blood of infants."
Startled and looking as though she may vomit, her hand jerks to the side knocking over the inkpot. As the ink spills across the table, Rumplestiltskin waves his hand and the ink retreats back into the inkpot, which then flips to an upright position.
He smirks, crinkling his nose, "Just a quip.", and then wagging his finger, "Not serious."
Clarice snorts a laugh, while Belle catches her breath willing her heartbeat to slow to a normal pace.
Rumplestiltskin continues, "Of course you will have proper food and shelter. You will be living in my castle, and you may have a feast if you wish it."
"I have no need for a feast; I merely want to ensure reasonable necessities of life are provided.", Belle clarifies.
He nods, and says, "Now then, it is my turn. While you will be provided with your own bedchamber that is designed for comfort, for the first month of our marriage, you must sleep in my bed. We need not be involved in amorous activities, but you must at least sleep there."
Belle nods nervously, thinking of sleeping in a bed with a man, and states, "Yes, that seems a reasonable request."
Rumplestiltskin thinks ruefully, "Reasonable?...I, the Dark One, am being reasonable?...what has my life come to?!", and then he says, "I believe it is the lady's turn again."
Belle feels nauseated as she tries to utter the next request, "You cannot sell nor trade, neither me nor my carnal favors."
Feeling a bit affronted at the implication that he would do such a thing, yet having glimpsed Belle's deep distrust off all men, he states, "I don't know what you may have heard about me, dearie, but there are certain things even I won't do. You will be my wife and treated as such...besides, I don't like sharing."
Belle feels a twinge of guilt for offending him. There is a possessiveness in him that she typically abhors in men, yet feels strangely comforted by, given his obvious scorn for certain practices that other men would deem acceptable.
Feeling that he must put some parameters on this deal, he is the Dark One after all, he says stoically, "Now then, though I have no desire for an unwilling sex partner..." as Belle blushes brightly, he continues with some awkwardness, "...our marriage must be consummated within a year."
Both Belle and Clarice stare in shock, thinking, "A year?!"
Clearing his throat, and crossing his fingers under the table, he continues, "If we have not consummated by our first anniversary, we must do so then. This is not negotiable." He knows that if she still doesn't want him by that time, she likely never will, thus he will indeed let her out of that part of her marriage duties.
Clarice gapes, and then grins, viewing Rumplestiltskin's crossed fingers under the table. Amused she thinks, "Well, I'll be damned! The Dark One is a gentleman...who knew?"
Belle nods, still astounded that he'd consider waiting a year, and says, "Yes, I understand. Which brings me to my next requirement...I am to be an equal partner in raising our children."...she remembers all too well the marriage contract stipulations regarding children with Gaston, as she continues, "They are not to be sent away...nor reared by stern governesses. They are not to be used as pawns nor to exist merely as replicas of their father. They are to be raised by both of us to have strong and free wills, and a girl is to be valued as much as a boy."
Blankly, he stares thinking, "Children?...of course, you idiot, children often come from sex!" With all his focus on his need for relief from his carnal desires, he simply hadn't thought of children. Of course, there would be ways to prevent pregnancy, yet he is not inclined to use them on Belle, if she wishes otherwise. There are things he could to prevent his own procreation, yet he is hesitant. His focus has been Baelfire, indeed he is not sure that he wants more children, given the mess he already made as a father, and yet as he gazes upon Belle's gentle features and thinks of her kindness and intellect, a yearning to know the children whom she would produce gnaws at his heart. He finds himself enthralled at the thought of a strong willed daughter like Belle. The image provokes a yearning within his heart.
Astounded that this beautiful woman would consider having a child with him, he says in raspy voice, "As you wish." Belle bites her lip and gazes into his eyes.
They are broken out of their spell as Clarice announces, "I've got one! Your first daughter should be named after me!"
"Clarice!", Belle exclaims.
"What?! It was my idea to summon him! I should get something out of it!", Clarice says defiantly, as Belle rolls her eyes, and Rumplestiltskin's forehead crinkles at this sheer audacity of this pint sized tyrant. Clarice huffs, "Oh alright, you can name your children whatever you want. But I want to be able to visit with Belle every now and then...and that's a reasonable request."
He smirks at her impressed, and then at Belle, who appears to be holding her breath as she looks at him with hopeful eyes. In occurs to him that those eyes may very well turn him into a blithering idiot one of these days. Looking up at the ceiling, he sighs, "Yes, yes, it can be arranged from time to time...but don't expect it to be a daily occurrence."
Redirecting his attention to the marriage contract, "I believe it's my turn, ladies.", then looking at Belle, feeling a strange churning in his stomach, he musters his courage for the next part, while I will not burden you with my carnal desires for the first year if my attentions are not wanted, other forms of mild affection, including, but not limited to, caressing and kissing are to be allowed. You will accept a minimum of three kisses a day from me, on the place of my choosing, however nowhere unseemly."
Belle feels as though her whole body has gone hot from blush...both at the stipulation and the sight of Clarice in her peripheral vision grinning, clearly holding back an embarrassing comment. Shyly Belle says, "Yes, Rumplestiltskin."
He marvels at how much he enjoys his name spoken in her lilting tone, and then asks, "Are we finished with the contract negotiations?"
Belle nods, "Yes, if you can assure me that all the residents of our town will be safe from the ogres, and that no matter what, you will protect me from Gaston."
"You have my word...I will protect your little town, and as you will be my wife, I don't see Gaston being an issue."
Putting a fine point on the details, Belle says, "But if Gaston were to become an issue, whether you foresee it or not, you would protect me, yes?"
"Indeed, I would." he confirms.
"Then we are finished. I will marry you."
He cautions, "It's forever, dearie."
Looking at him wryly, she answers, "I expected as much. I will keep my word."
He gracefully flutters his fingers as purple smoke combines the two parchments into one contract to be signed. He feels a tingle of nervous excitement as he signs his name and then watches Belle put quill to contract and sign her name.
Then with giggle like that of a child, he declares, "Now, we must seal this properly.", and then his demeanor changes as he cups his hand under Belle's chin and places a soft kiss upon her full lips. It lasts only a moment, yet his heart races like that of a thoroughbred stead after a great chase. Belle is struck by the fact that his warm lips feel pleasant upon hers.
As he pulls away, she softly grabs his wrist and says, "You were wrong, you know."
He looks at her in confusion, and she explains, "You're not a monster. I've met monsters, and I think you're not like them." as she hopes her belief is true.
At a loss for words, he stares at his boots as though something new and interesting has appeared on them. Closing his eyes for a moment, he tries to get his bearings.
Neither takes notice of Clarice walking to the wardrobe with her cup of tea in hand. She removes Belle's outlandishly gaudy wedding dress that Gaston had demanded Belle where for their union. Breaking through the awkward silence between Rumplestiltskin and Belle, Clarice clarifies, "So that's it...you two will be married, right?"
Both turn to look at Clarice, speaking in unison, "Yes."
A huge cheek splitting grin beams across Clarice's face, she exclaims "Wonderful!", lifting her tea cup to toast the new couple, "à votre santé", then she pours her tea on the atrocity to dress makers.
"Clarice!" Belle squeals, then stares in blank shock. Taking advantage of Belle's stupor, Clarice quickly moves next to Rumplestiltskin and whispers, "Meet me outside before you leave." Unsure of how to react to the scene before him, he nods dazedly.
Though Belle despised the dress, she is still shocked to see it defaced. This act is outrageous even by Clarice standards. Clarice, taking a tone of false innocence, says, "Belle, you have other more beautiful gowns to choose from for your wedding to Rumplestiltskin...but if this one means so much to you," and walks over to the tea stained gown, "...I'm certain we can fix it."
As Belle is about to question, 'how?', she hears a loud ripping sound, and Clarice exclaims, "Oh dear! Poorly stitched seams!" At that moment, Rumplestiltskin burst into raucous laughter...genuine belly shaking, tear spilling laughter.
"Stop laughing...", Belle says snickering through her words, "...you're only encouraging her.", as her body shakes trying to hold in the guffaw.
Barely able to compose himself to speak, he counters, "Fine words...from...someone who...looks like...she's having...convulsions.", and the giving up the pretense they both roar. Quite pleased with herself, Clarice watches the pair unite in unrestrained chortling.
Later after they come back to their senses, they devise a plan of action for tomorrow to make the event appear spontaneous. He will declare his price to be her hand in marriage, and she will not agree immediately, rather waiting for him to begin to leave. Having their plan in place, he bids Belle farewell with a kiss on her palm.
Meeting Clarice outside in the cove adjacent to the servants quarters, he notice she once again is holding a garment bag. Eying her curiously, Rumplestiltskin says, "Tell me, dearie, what is your need for a clandestine meeting, with what appears to be your laundry?"
Tilting her head, she says in a somewhat demanding tone, "I'll get to that in a moment, but first there's something you need to know", stepping close to him and standing on her tip toes, she peers up at him with a no-nonsense glare, as she states unequivocally"...you need to know, if you ev-er hurt her, I don't care who you are...I will find you, and when I'm done, your voice will be much higher."
Most people would be squished under his boot as a result of such a threat, yet he admires her loyalty, thus he nods solemnly and says, "I understand. I will not harm Belle."
With a satisfied smile, she says, "Good. Now, I need some help with this." pulling from the bag a white silk and chiffon wedding gown, as she explains, "This is my wedding dress. Belle practically tied herself in knots finding the fabric so that I would have something special, and we worked together making it. I know she would love to wear it, but she's much taller than me, and well...", looking down at her ample bosom, then back at Rumplestiltskin, making him a bit uncomfortable, "I'm bigger than her up top...but I suppose you could make this fit Belle just right."
He smiles softly at her, and asks, "Why are you doing this? She is marrying the Dark One."
Clarice states simply, "She's my dearest friend...more than a friend, more like a sister, and I want this to be special for her.", and then with a knowing smile she adds, "Besides, I saw you cross your fingers. Despite the stories, I know with Belle, you'll be a gentleman, because she's already special to you too."
He fights the impulse to make a snide comment to negate her words, instead nodding and saying sincerely, "Indeed, she is.", and his hand glides across the dress transforming it. He adds, "There. That should fit our Belle as though it were made for her. Now I must take my life...tomorrow's a big day!"
Clarice smiles, "Thank you. Good night, Rumplestiltskin."
He bows and says, "Good night, Clarice.", and vanishes into the evening fog.
A short author's note: The toast "à votre santé" means "to your health". Ideally, a woman's father will have the "If you make my daughter cry, I'll make you cry." talk with the boyfriend or betrothed, but since Belle doesn't have that kind of father, I decided Clarice should fill that role by threatening to hunt Rumplestiltskin down and making his voice much higher if he hurts Belle. Please leave a review/comment...guest reviews are fine, so you don't need a FFnet account to review...I appreciate the feedback either way. Can't wait until Sunday and "Dark Hollow"! #BelleIsBack
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