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Disclaimer: I do not own BTVS, but I really wish I did. Angel leaving? Never would have happened.

Pairing: B/A (eventually), W/O, S/F

Summary: AU. The prequel to Werewolves of L.A. Buffy Summers is an ordinary girl, living a normal life, until her Mom gets a job as an art curator in a little town called Sunnydale. She thinks her life has come to an end. In fact, it's only just beginning…

"Doyle?"

Fur began to ripple across his skin. His bones, breaking and shifting under his skin made him howl in pain, the ribs under his belly moving backwards. He was forced onto his hands and knees as his arms grew longer, his shoulder blades cracking to make room for his thicker, shorter neck. Foam frothed at his mouth.

Buffy called his name again, but it was pointless. He wouldn't have understood her, even if he could hear her though his agony. There was nothing she could do except watch in horror as her brother changed into a werewolf before her eyes. She doubted a couple of aspirin would cure this.

"Doyle?"

He convulsed again on the bed, his hands transforming into thickly clawed paws, shredding the covers on the bed. Frozen in place she could only watch as the last changes came upon him. He turned to face her as his features morphed, his nose growing grotesquely, the skin melting to form a muzzle, twin ears sprouting from his head, thick, dark fur finally covering all of him. At last his tail emerged.

Golden eyes bored into hers, eyes nothing like Doyle's soft, kind ones. These held only the intelligence of the animal, the hunger of the newly born, the blood threat of the hunter. She swallowed. Doyle was nowhere in those eyes. She was on her own.

The werewolf now took up most of the motel bed, easily the biggest thing in the room. He began to growl, his jaws widening to show huge, curved fangs and his ears pricked, his hackles rising. Tasting blood in her mouth she watched the huge wolf crouch, her own muscles tensing, knowing that if she timed this wrong-

Doyle leapt.

She barely dodged out of the way, one of his claws raking across her shirt, ripping the bottom and the sleeve into bits. She ran for the bathroom, slamming it just in time as the wolf bounded against the door. Her fingers scrambling for the lock, the wood began to splinter under the massive weight of werewolf; his claws easily sliding thought the cheap wooden frame. She had only minutes to find some kind of weapon before he got through and splattered her blood up the nice white tiles.

She threw her useless phone in the bin and anxiously looked around the bathroom for anything to defend herself with. She frantically opened the cabinet in there, but only toiletries fell out, shampoo, toothpaste, toothbrush, hair gel.

"Oh great, so I'll be mauled to death by a werewolf, but on the plus side he's got great hygiene."

She chewed her lip as the door groaned again, more chunks of wood disappearing as his claws scrabbled against the flimsy barrier.

"Stupid cheap motel. This would never have happened at the Hilton."

Her heartbeat was now a rapid tattoo in her chest, an angry bird trying to get out of a cage. The door was almost broken now, the wolf trying to shove his head through the gap he'd created. His eyes lighted on hers and she stared back defiantly, even as she stumbled back against the walls. Her knees banged into something hard and cold. She turned. The fire extinguisher.

Her heart leapt. Her hands closing round salvation she grabbed the canister and fumbled for the pin. Immediately thick foam spurted out, coating the wolf, stinging his eyes. Doyle yelped and moved back but his head was stuck in the gap and his only way was forward. Snarling in irritation he burst through but Buffy had already lifted the heavy can up. The wolf's momentum carried him forward and she smashed the can down on his head. He growled in pain as she cracked it over his head again and again before he finally slipped into unconsciousness.

She let herself rest for a moment, her chest heaving, a huge pile of sleeping foam covered werewolf at her feet, and the motel room trashed. She mechanically made herself tie up her brother using her shredded shirt and some of Doyle's ties from his wardrobe. It wouldn't stop him breaking free but it made her feel better. She dragged him as best she could into the bathtub, though he wouldn't all fit in, his paws dangling out, muzzle resting against the plastic taps.

Then she let herself cry.

Doyle didn't wake up until late into the afternoon.

Buffy was staring at him from her chair by the door, the canister still clutched tightly in her hands. She pursed her lips. "We need to talk."

"Oh god, Buffy, I'm so sorry, did I hurt you?" He clutched his head. "Did a train hit me last night?"

"No, that was me and Mr fire extinguisher here. You woke up a couple of times so I just had to keep on hitting you."

Doyle winced. "Did I hurt you? Did I cut you?"

"Nope, I'm not infected if that's what you're asking, though my new shirt took a beating. I had to change into one of yours because you sliced and diced mine." She motioned to his bonds. "You're wearing the last remains of it."

He winced. "I'll buy you another one, I promise."

"That's not the point Doyle!" She screamed in frustration. "You didn't tell me you were infected. I could have died, other people could have been hurt, you could have hurt my Mom." She scrubbed her face tiredly with her hand. "What if you'd changed at my front door or in the street? You could have killed me and then wreaked havoc on the rest of the town! Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because how was I to know you'd believe me?" he snapped. "Buffy I would have sounded crazy and you know it!" He tried to reign in his frustration seeing how upset his sister was. "I never meant to hurt you. I just didn't know what to do. I was planning on telling you, I just never got the chance."

Buffy got up from the chair and rummaged in the other room. When she came back she tossed him some clothes, her expression grim. Doyle's apologies died in his throat.

"Put these on. I'm going to call Mom, she's probably worried sick." She motioned to her phone in the waste bin. "My cell is dead and you of course haven't brought yours with you, and believe me I've checked- real smart Doyle. And of course I couldn't leave the room to use the payphone in case you woke up and started snacking on the other guests." She glared at him. "You'd better hope she hasn't called the police to tell them I'm missing," and then she walked out, slamming the motel door behind her.

Doyle buried his head in his hands and wondered how he was going to fix this. If he could.

Buffy's fingers hovered over the metal buttons and then came to a decision, punching the numbers she'd memorised long ago.

"This is Sunnydale High School Library, Mr Giles speaking. How may I help you?"

"Doyle's a werewolf."

"Oh." Giles voice had taken on a very odd tone and then he came back to himself. "Oh, right. Bring him to the library then immediately, Buffy." He paused. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, we'll be there in thirty; I've just got to explain to my Mom why neither of us came home last night."

"I wish you good luck."

"Yeah," she swallowed. "I'm going to need it."

"Goodbye then Buffy. See you later."

"Yeah, bye Giles." She heard the receiver click on the other end and she was left with the phone still clutched in her hand, listening to the dial tone. She slowly hung up and then put more money in the machine, reluctantly pressing the number for home. She put the receiver up to her ear and bit her lip.

"Mom? Hi, it's me."

Doyle had packed everything by the time Buffy came back. He watched his sister in concern. "How'd it go?"

"Oh just peachy. Needless to say I'm grounded and you're in so much trouble you'll be lucky if Mom doesn't greet you with the kitchen cleaver when she next sees you."

"Great." He closed the suitcase. "And what did you tell her?"

"Nothing. She knew whatever was going to come out of my mouth was a lie. She answered the phone, she grounded me, she threatened your life, and she hung up. It was a fun conversation."

"Listen, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make things awkward between you and your Mom."

"Well it's too late to change things now." She relented slightly at Doyle's expression. "I'm sure we would have argued sooner or later, whether you turned into a man eating wolf or not."

He managed a bleak smile. "Right, but how are we going to explain the room?"

"Just pay them extra and there's no questions asked," she shrugged. "This is Sunnydale. A room gets trashed it's either gangs on PCP or really vigorous sex."

"Oh."

He picked up his suitcase. "I suppose this is the part where I skip town and you never see me again, right?"

Buffy raised an eyebrow. "No way are you getting off that easily. I need you to meet some friends of mine." She grabbed his hand and tugged him along. "Then you get to skip town."

Doyle swallowed. "Why do I not like the way you just said friends?"

"Something's telling me I really don't want to go in there, Buffy," said Doyle, tugging his sister back from the library doors. "It's telling me to run right now."

"Don't be such a baby," she hissed, trying to pull him along. "I already told them you were coming."

"Yeah, but you never told me why."

The library doors slid open and Giles peered round. "If you two are quite finished with your argument, perhaps you and Doyle could actually come inside the library instead of dithering outside it."

Buffy glared at Doyle who had flinched back from Giles like he'd been scalded. "Come on."

Before Doyle could protest he'd been pulled inside. There were a small group of teenagers lounging on the library tables and chairs, who instantly glanced up as one, as the siblings entered.

"Doyle, meet my friends, guys this is my brother Doyle. The dark, broody one is Angel, blondie is Spike, then Will and Xander my best buds, the girl in the leather is Faith, and obviously this is Giles."

"That's great Buffy but why..."

"They're all werewolves too." She watched Doyle's face; he looked as if he didn't know whether to laugh, cry, smile, or frown.

"Well, I suppose that explains why I really didn't want to come in here." He rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "You're not going to hurt me are you? You know, I didn't realise I was putting Buffy in danger I just..."

There was a low growl coming from Angel and Buffy shot him a glare.

"Cut it out. I took care of it."

"Well," said Giles, trying to diffuse the tension, "be that as it may, we still need to discuss Doyle's newly infected status."

"I don't understand-why did Doyle change? It wasn't a full moon," asked Buffy. "If it had been maybe I would have realised what was happening earlier."

"Well, the newly infected are very sensitive to the lunar changes," replied Giles, hunting for his diaries in which to record the activities of the pack. "Whilst it's still a week to the full moon, and mature werewolves won't be forced to change until twenty-four hours before the full moon, the nearness can cause new wolves to change prematurely." He finally located the journal and a pen and looked at Buffy. "It's fortunate you knocked him out- Doyle could have been a mindless killing machine."

The wolf in question shivered. Giles began to scratch down details into the book. "Every bitten wolf has to learn to control the blood lust and the change. Only those who inherit the werewolf gene need no mastery of it, such as Faith and Angel."

Buffy raised an eyebrow. "You were born a werewolf? You never mentioned that."

"You never asked."

"Coming back to the topic at hand," said Giles, "I need to know how you were infected."

Doyle stayed stonily silent.

"Doyle this is important- if there are rogue werewolves around we need to know so they don't hurt people, or attract the attention of hunters. Wolf pelts fetch a high price."

Buffy squeezed his hand. "It was Tara, wasn't it?" He nodded mutely.

"Buffy?"

"Tara is Doyle's girlfriend," she explained at Giles' quizzical expression, and then turned back to her brother. "You'd been funny about her name all night, and you had your first attack right after you said you wanted to talk about you and her."

Doyle's eyes were wet. "She's not going to get into trouble is she? It was an accident, she didn't mean to, she's the most gentle, wonderful person and she would never hurt anyone..."

"It's alright, calm down before you hyperventilate," said Giles sternly. "If you say it was an accident and you're happy for it to be passed over then Tara will be fine."

Doyle swallowed. "What if it hadn't been an accident?"

"Then Pack Law would have had to be enforced."

"Meaning?"

"Deliberately infecting an unwilling human carries the death penalty."

There was an awkward silence as Doyle contemplated how closely Tara had escaped execution. Tears of relief silently ran down his face and Buffy rubbed his back. "Hey, it's ok. Giles, can we move on?"

The librarian coughed. "Yes, of course. So you live in Los Angeles?" Doyle nodded.

"Well, we'll send you back there then - no doubt your girlfriend is part of the local pack. And I know their alpha Ethan. Yes, you'll fit in fine." Giles scribbled down a few more notes.

"What's he like?" Asked Doyle shakily.

"Ethan? He's a sneaky, conniving, clever man," said Giles, folding his arms. "And therefore a very capable leader. You'll be well taken care of."

"You sound as if you know him well."

"We're old friends." The sentence was tense. Giles looked at his watch. "Well, it's too late to take you up to L.A now; we can't have you changing in the car half way. You'll have to stay in the library tonight. I'll stay with you and you'll be locked up so there's no chance of any…accidents."

"Buffy are you alright? You're shaking."Angel wrapped an arm around her, kissing the top of her head.

"Delayed shock," posited Giles. "Perhaps you should go home."

"Doyle, do you want me to stay? I don't mind if you want me to."

Doyle shook his head in embarrassment. "Go, get some sleep. Come see me in the morning before I go?"

"OK." Buffy sighed. "I suppose I need to go show my face to Mom at some point. You guys won't be seeing me much, for like, ever."

"It's ok, we'll just have to be extra sneaky- we'll get good at climbing in through windows," said Willow with a smile.

"Thanks."

"I'll take you home," offered Angel. Doyle watched the interplay with a frown, but merely smiled tightly when Buffy sent him a quizzical look.

"I'll see you tomorrow." Doyle nodded and watched her walk out of the library doors. He turned to the boy next to him.

"Is she dating him?"

"Who, Angel?" Xander shrugged. "Who knows with those two? It's the Buffy and Angel saga."

"It's true," chipped in Willow. "There's sparks and kissing and then she finds out he's a werewolf. He wants to protect her so there's no more kissing. So she dates others guys, Angel gets jealous there's more sparks and kissing. Then other guys die Buffy gets sad and no more kissing. Now? She's almost mauled by her brother; Angel get's protective, kissing is probably imminent."

Willow frowned. "Which probably means knowing the Hellmouth, something really horrible is going to happen so they won't date."

Doyle's face was a picture of confusion. "Buffy never mentioned any of that in her phone calls."

"Duh," said Faith. "Now let's get you chained up."

Xander grimaced. "I do not want to know how long you've been waiting to say that."

"You can have your turn too if you want Xan," she said, blowing him a kiss.

"No thanks. I'd rather stay in my S&M free zone."

"You guys are weird," said Doyle sinking into a chair. "And I've just become one of you haven't I?"

Faith smirked. "Welcome to the club."

"Thanks for dinner," said Buffy gratefully, licking her fingertips which were still sticky from the burger. "I kind of missed tea last night, breakfast and lunch with the whole werewolf thing. And hungry Buffy is not a happy, friendly Buffy to be around."

Angel smirked. "You're welcome. So does this count as a date?"

"You buying me food after my brother tried to eat me? Really big no." She laughed. "Sorry to deflate your ego."

"Don't worry, it just gives me an excuse to take you out again."

Buffy smiled at him from under her lashes. "Who says I'm going to say yes?"

"We'll see. Not even you can resist me for long."

"Well, with charm like that I'd risk letting you convince Mom to unground me," muttered Buffy as she approached the house. "But I don't think even your skills will work on her. Plus, inviting a boy into the house is probably not a great idea on the rage-o-meter. Maybe you'd better not come in through the front door."

Angel smirked. "Window climbing it is. Good thing you've got that tree next to it."

"I thank it every day for making me sneakier." She watched him pad quietly over to the tree and begin to climb the trunk. She sighed and faced the front door. Time to see Mom. She turned the key quietly in the lock and peered round the door.

"Mom?" She called out quietly. No answer. Frowning she stepped into the living room and spotted the note propped up against the clock.

Buffy.

Had to go. Emergency at the Art Curators Convention across town. Back tomorrow. We'll talk then.

Mom.

Ok, so she couldn't have sounded more cross, but Buffy was glad she wouldn't have to deal with her for one more night.

"Why couldn't there have been an emergency last night? Then she wouldn't have noticed if I didn't get back in time," she grouched. Still, any reprieve was a mercy. "Angel," she called up the stairs. "Mom's not here, you can come down now."

She grabbed some ice-cream from the freezer and a couple of spoons and walked into the living room, flopping down next to Angel who had settled himself on the sofa. He raised an eyebrow.

"What?" Said Buffy, handing him a spoon. "I think a near death experience allows me to binge on Half Baked. Besides, if you share it's only half the calories."

"I didn't say a word."

"No it was the expression on your face," she smirked. She swirled her spoon around, scooping as much chocolate as she could onto it. "You realise walking me home and eating ice-cream means you have to sit through a chick flick too."

Angel smeared ice-cream on her nose. "Forget it."

Four hours later and having watched both Bridget Jones' Diary and Notting Hill, Angel had to concede that he had lost major masculinity points. On the plus side, Buffy was curled up against his side, her head resting on his chest. She yawned.

"Oh sorry," she shifted against him. "You're just so comfy."

"I'll take that as a compliment," he smiled. "But you're tired. I should head back."

"Now? But it's nearly midnight. The vamps are out in party mode."

He smirked. "Buffy, I'm not exactly human- I can take care of myself."

"Then stay for me," she said quietly. "I'm not sure I'm up to sleeping on my own tonight."

"You just got nearly eaten by a werewolf- are you sure you want another one sleeping in your room?"

She reached for his hand. "I trust you." He smiled and savoured her little fingers in his. "Besides," she grinned, pulling him from the couch and up the stairs, "I managed to take on Doyle with a fire extinguisher, I reckon I could totally take you with just my bare hands."

"You can take me anytime with your bare hands Buffy- you don't have to ask."

She blushed furiously and smacked him. "That's not what I meant and you know it." Angel merely smirked.

"Will you be alright on the floor?"

"It's fine, I've slept on worse."

She hunted around in the closet. "I've got a sleeping bag in here somewhere." His hand settled over hers.

"Let me worry about the sleeping bag- you get changed."

She raised an eyebrow. "With you in the room, are you joking? I said I trusted you not to change into a werewolf and maul me to death, not that I trusted you wouldn't peek whilst I undressed." She grabbed her pyjamas. "I'm gonna go to the bathroom."

Ten minutes later Buffy emerged, clad in her nightwear, her hair loose around her shoulders. She slipped into bed and switched off the light.

"Are you sure you're alright down there?"

"Well, unless you're offering me alternative accommodation then it's fine."

She was glad it was dark so he couldn't see her blush. "No, no, if the floor's good that's ok." Minutes past as she tried to get rid of the images her mind were supplying. She scrubbed her hand over her eyes and willed the x-rated thoughts to vanish. Angel could probably sense the heat coming from her cheeks. She swallowed.

"Angel?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you snore?"

"I don't know. It's been a long time since anybody's been in a position to let me know."

Buffy smiled to herself in the darkness and then settled herself into the pillow, trying not to imagine that it was Angel.

"He spent the night? In your room? In your bed?"

Buffy rolled her eyes as she greeted her friends at the school entrance. "Not in my bed, by my bed Xander."

"That is so romantic!" Willow gushed. "Did you, uh... I mean, did he, uh..."

"Perfect gentleman."

The girls exchanged smiles, whilst Xander kicked the gravel. "Right."

Buffy's smile dimmed slightly. "I managed to sneak him out of the house before Mom got back, and then the fun began."

"Was she mad?"

"Are vampires evil? She was pretty fuming. Not only that she didn't know where I was, but that I'd missed a school day. I'm only being allowed out because Giles rang this morning to tell Mom that I needed to collect some missed work."

"Parents. Gotta love that educational drive."

"Yeah, let's hope I can forge a note for the teachers come Monday. I am not getting a detention for this." Buffy pushed open the library doors and frowned. The room was empty. "Doyle? Giles?"

The door to Giles's office swung open. Doyle stuck his head out. "Buffy. Hi."

His sister released the breath she hadn't realised she'd been holding. "Heya. Good night?"

Doyle nodded bashfully. "With another wolf in the room I was a lot calmer- I think. Last night's pretty blurry to be honest."

"Well, you haven't trashed the place so that's a start."

"Don't worry man, we all go through it," said Xander, clapping him on the back. "Where's the G-man?"

"I have told you repeatedly Alexander, not to call me that," said Giles, appearing from the library stacks, an old, leather bound book in his hands. "I found it Doyle- it was very useful reading for me when I was first turned and had no information about what was happening to me. It explains everything you may not want to ask Ethan or Tara."

Xander snorted. "Oh no, is that the Book o' Doom?" He shook his head at Doyle. "If you have insomnia, it makes great bedtime reading. Or a handy dandy door stop."

"As you can see, Alexander made good use of the book, which may explain a lot of his behaviour," rejoined Giles. "For those of us who are not imbeciles it is of great use." He pressed it into Doyle's hands. "It is not a suggestion for you to read it."

"Ok." He slipped it into the battered suitcase he'd brought from last night and shut the clasps. "Well, I guess that's it then. I'd better make a move if I don't want to be caught in the traffic."

Buffy came up to him and there was an awkward moment when Doyle wondered if she'd hug him or not. When she slipped her arms around him he clutched her closer to him and memorised the moment. "I will make this up to you Buffy," he muttered into her hair. "Somehow I will."

She squeezed him tighter. "Don't worry. I'm just glad you're not dying- that was my biggest fear. Next to that, being a werewolf seems not such a big deal."

He released her from his hold and picked up his suitcase. "That's why you're my favourite sister."

"I'm your only sister!"

"Thank goodness." Doyle winked at her and then walked out of the library doors. Buffy poked her head out after him.

"Say hi to Tara for me!"

"Will do! The invitation to come up still stands Buffy- I'll give you a call and we'll sort something out." She waved as she watched his figure disappear out of the front doors and into his beat up old car. The engine started, his hand came up to wave and then he was gone, in a cloud of exhaust fumes and dust.

She felt Giles join her. "He'll be alright you know. It's a good pack he's gone to join, and he's had your support."

"I know. I was so angry with him to start with, and now I just feel sort of useless."

Giles rested his hand on her shoulder in comfort. "There are a lot of people who would be a lot worse off without your support Buffy. You're a very good friend, and a very good sister."

"Thanks, Giles. You're not so bad yourself."

"Well I would hope I wasn't a good sister." The mood broken Buffy laughed.

"I don't know I think you'd look pretty good in a dress."

Xander poked his head out of the door. "What's this I hear? Giles in a dress? What kind of freakish nightmare is this?"

"The kind you have never had, Alexander," said the older man, shooing the teenagers out of his library. "Now get out so I can get some sleep. Some of us were up all night baby sitting."

"Ooh, Giles gets grumpy when he's had no sleep," said Willow as they escaped out into the bright sunshine. "I wonder what he's like without tea?"

"Don't even think about it Will. When Giles has no tea, the apocalypse will come."

"Xander!" Buffy exclaimed. "I can't believe you just said the 'A' word. You know nothing good ever happens when you say that."

"Sorry."

"Don't tell me you forgot we live on a Hellmouth!"

The teenager shrugged bashfully. "Sometimes, it slips my mind. I'm a guy! There's only so many things I can keep in there."

"Yeah, and none of it's useful."

The group walked in silence for a moment before a thought struck Buffy. "By the way, I never got to ask- how'd the Talent Show go?"

"Oh it was great," muttered Xander, "Willow got stage fright and ran off stage, I forgot my lines, so Spike lit up a cigarette and ended up doing a soliloquy about how life was crap for an artist, the audience thought it was a parody of postmodern expressionism and we won first place."

"Speak of the devil," said Buffy, as Spike came running up to them.

"Have you lot got any cigarettes on you?"

The trio frowned. "What are cigarettes?"

"Don't play dumb," Spike growled, already feeling the sting of the nicotine withdrawal. "Have you got any fags on you or not? I can't find mine."

"I've never heard of cigarettes, or 'fags'," said Willow frowning. "What do you do with them?"

"You smoke them you bloody stupid bint." The three teens gazed at each other in bemusement.

A horrible dawning realisation began to hit the werewolf. "You genuinely have no idea what I'm going on about do you?"

Buffy shook her head. "Nope, no clue. Are you sure that's what they're called?"

"Yes, I'm bloody sure." He grabbed a woman passing by. "Have you got any cigarettes on you love?"

The woman shook his hand from her arm and frowned. "Never heard of them."

"See," said Buffy. "It's not just us."

Spike raised his hands up helplessly. "It's like a bloody nightmare!"

"No it's not," said Xander, "A nightmare would be clowns with knives."

"Or performing on stage without knowing the script," chipped in Willow.

"Or being completely and utterly alone," shuddered Buffy. "I don't think not having any of these cigarette things is so bad, is it guys. Guys?"

There was silence. She turned but there was no-one there. Xander, Willow, Spike and even the woman walking past had all disappeared. The street was deserted.

"Oh, this is not good. Xander, I am going to kill you."

Xander and Willow exchanged glances with Spike. "Where'd Buffy go?"

Spike shrugged. "Probably off to wherever my bloody fags have gone. Wish I could have gone instead." He stalked off in the direction of the shops, to see if he could find someone who knew what the hell he was talking about, or if the whole world had gone nuts.

Xander fidgeted uncomfortably. "Why is it I get the feeling this is my fault?"

"Probably because it is," muttered Willow, grabbing his hand. "Come on, we need to find Giles and figure out what is going on."

"But it's Saturday! It should be illegal to be in school on a weekend."

"Ok," said Willow. "I'll go tell Giles what's going on and figure something out, whilst you hunt Angel down and tell him what's just happened to Buffy."

Xander grabbed her hand and began to run to the library. "Forget what I said before. I love school. We should totally be in on the weekends. Holidays too. Let's just spend forever in school."

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