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Assistant: Title: Golden Boy
        Author: boyifyouknew2 boyifyouknew2 
        Chapter: 1/10 
        Summary: DISCLAIMER: MATURE CONTENT, 18+ ONLY. This story contains graphic s@xual material, language, drug and alcohol use, and violence. Reader discretion advised.The world is recovering from the destruction of the Second Wizarding War, and life seems to be going back to normal for the witches and wizards of Great Britain. People are healing, going back to work, rebuilding their lives... and crushing on their friends' older brothers?While she and her friends begin to step into adulthood after Hogwarts, Camellia Larke seems to be caught in a schoolgirl crush on her friends' brother, Fred Weasley. A good friendship can only last so long with the boy you like, especially when he seems to always be around, practically taunting her with his good looks and charm..."Golden Boy" follows OC Camellia Larke in a story full of friendship, drama, sex, and conflict, all while she tries to define herself as an adult living in post-war England. Moments of joy, laughter, and tension prevail throughout the story- characters you know and love from the Harry Potter universe join together in a band of inseparable friends, hopefully to stay strong when trouble inevitably arises.
        Contents: Chapter 1: Leaving Home
    

    


  

  
  
    
    
  
    This book is dedicated to my good friend, artist, and translator, Zee, who's been one of my biggest supporters since the very beginning.
  

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  The gentle scent of lavender wafted through the lace curtains and ran through Camellia's hair, as did her mother's loving fingers.

  "Sweetheart," Mrs. Larke said. "You're going to be around them all the time, why can't you just stay here for a couple days more? Make sure you're alright?"

  Camellia Larke drew a deep sigh and avoided her mother's eyes, training them instead on a pigeon pecking at the cobblestones on the street just outside the window and feigning interest. Her packed trunk, nearly bursting at the seams, and her cloth bag sat beside her against the chair, just as anxious to leave as she was. The family owl hooted disdainfully at Camellia, and she shot him a look before her mother spoke again.

  "Cami? Darling, is this about—"

  "No, no, Mum, it's not about him," Camellia quickly interrupted, her cheeks growing warm. "Don't worry about that. It's just, I— I've already packed, you know? All of my things, my room is completely bare, I've been sleeping on the sofa—"

  "No one told you you had to do that, though, did they?" came Mr. Larke's voice from the armchair just a few feet away. Camellia made the mistake of looking up and meeting her father's piercing eyes over his reading glasses. "We told you there was no rush to move your things out, we'd help you pack once you're ready. You seem in an awful rush, and your mother and I are simply concerned about you. Nothing more."

  After she'd left Hogwarts at 18 following the abrupt end of the war, Camellia had moved back into her parents' home in Èze, a small coastal village in the south of France, where they'd lived since she was 13. It had been a year since she'd "finished" school a month early due to the war, and she'd only grown more and more desperate to leave home and go back to England with every passing day. Not that she didn't love her family, of course... but working with her father at his Muggle antique shop was growing tedious, and contrary to his hopes, wasn't the future Camellia was shooting for.

  "I know, Dad," Camellia said. "I know. But it's been almost a year, and I'll be 20 in October. I love working in the shop with you, I do, but I just feel like I'm ready to leave and look for a different job. Plus, I told you both yesterday that I had a Portkey scheduled for today and you said it was fine—"

  "Your mother and I hadn't talked about it then. We just don't know if this is right for you, darling," Mr. Larke said, now leaning forward in his chair. "We're all for you getting out of the house, but are you sure it has to be right now? London is still a dangerous place to be— and isn't the school still closed?"

  Camellia let out another deep sigh. Her dad was right— London was still very much in tatters from the war that had ended nearly a full year ago, and Hogwarts was, indeed, still closed down— but her stubbornness and desire to leave got the better of her. "I'm going to go, Dad. I'll be okay, I'm staying with the Weasleys, and you know they're 
  
    way
  
   outside the city. They've even got protective char—"

  "The Weasleys?" her father interrupted. "I thought you were going to the Grangers'?"

  There was a painfully quiet moment as Camellia felt the eyes of both her parents rest suspiciously upon her. She'd told them she was going to stay with Hermione until she found her own place, but a couple of weeks ago, she'd received a letter from her saying that she, too, would be staying with the Weasleys for a while around the time Camellia was to arrive.

  Her mother resumed gently stroking Camellia's hair. "Why the sudden change of plans?" she asked.

  Camellia went into a brief yet nervous explanation of what Hermione had told her, and at the end of it, her father had narrowed eyes resting on his daughter.

  "Alright... but, um... the boys— the twins. They've got their own place, right? I remember you saying so."

  "Yes!" Camellia quickly replied, feeling somewhat insulted. "Yes, they live in London above their shop. Not at their parents, where I'm going, don't worry. But either way, we're all just friends, so what's the problem even if they 
  
    were
  
   there?"

  "It wouldn't be a problem if they were there, Cami," her mother said. "But I know how flirtatious those two can be. It's not that we don't trust you—"

  "Well, it honestly sounds like you don't," Camellia said indignantly. "Mum, I'm an adult, and I've known Fred and George for ages! All that time and you don't think I can control myself around them? What about Ron or Harry? You don't seem to have an issue with them..."

  A furtive glance was exchanged between Camellia's parents. "We trust you," Mrs. Larke said cautiously. "We know you're a responsible young woman and that you know to make good choices. But I also know that you've fancied one of them for a bit—"

  "
  
    Mum
  
  !"

  "Well, it's true, sweetheart! The point isn't that you can’t control yourself, it's that they're both a bit… well... 
  
    troublemaking
  
  , and we don't want you to be around them too much in case they get you into some kind of danger, which they tend to do. That's all."

  Her mother's words were calm and logical, but Camellia was nevertheless upset by them. She clenched her jaw and looked out the window again to compose herself— it was very clear to her that they were simply skirting around the fact that they didn't trust her around the twins over the other boys. She felt childish and untrusted— the way she often felt with her parents despite her age.

  "
  
    I
  
   trust them, okay?" Camellia said, still looking out the window at the same pigeon from before, which was still pecking at nothing. "I trust them as much as I do Harry or Hermione or Ron or Ginny. They're just friends and I care about them, and they're not a threat. And my word should matter to you. But my Portkey is leaving soon, anyway, so I need to get going or I'll miss it."

  As Camellia stood up and began gathering her things, her younger and only brother Theo walked out of his room, seemingly just as clueless to the situation as he always was.

  "Where's Cam going?" he asked, frowning.

  "She's leaving today, apparently, not in a couple of weeks," Mr. Larke said. "It's a bit of a shock to us, too."

  Her father's snide comment hit Camellia harder than it should've, and she felt her body tense in anger, but said nothing.

  "She's gonna go see Fred, you know," chuckled Theo devilishly. "She's probably lied to you."

  "Shut 
  
    up
  
  , Theo," Camellia snapped, and Theo grinned in that irritating way only a little brother can. "You talk big until Hermione's in the room, don't you?"

  Theo's smirk quickly faded into a frown as his cheeks reddened, and he huffed before retreating back to his room without going into the kitchen (which was surely the reason he came out of the room in the first place).

  "
  
    That's what I thought
  
  !" Camellia yelled back in a moment of immaturity, making her parents give her a stern look, but she didn't care. Theo deserved it.

  Camellia slung her bag over her shoulder and took the handle of her trunk. "The Portkey is going to fade in ten minutes," she said, choosing her words carefully. "It's gonna drop me off by the Muggle bus stop on the road that leads to the Weasleys' place. And it's not just gonna be me there, Harry and Hermione are there already, too."

  "Okay... just— be safe, Camellia," said her mother, taking her in her arms and giving her a tight hug. "Know that you can always come home if you don't feel ready to be out on your own. We're always here."

  "Don't worry, Mum, I'll be fine!" Camellia laughed, hugging her back. "I'm gonna be looking for a job, and I'll come visit soon. I promise."

  Her dad had stood as well, and he took Camellia from Mrs. Larke and hugged her as well. Camellia could hear his rapid heartbeat in his chest, but he kept a calm disposition as he spoke.

  "We love you," he said, kissing the top of her head. "And please... 
  
    please
  
   stay out of trouble. You know what I'm talking about."

  "Yes, Dad."

  Her father let her go, and she glanced over to the hallway her brother disappeared down a moment earlier. "Hey, Theo! I'm leaving!" she called out.

  "
  
    Not fast enough!"
  
   Theo called back from his room, in his usual fashion, and Camellia snickered to herself. She gave her parents a warm smile, and with that, she was out the door.

  The warm sea breeze swept over Camellia, bringing with it a sense of freedom that she'd never felt before. She was finally doing it— she was leaving home for good, and going back to England to become a real adult.

  The walk to the Portkey was a short one— about three-quarters of a mile down the cobblestone road and down a hill to the creek that crossed through her village, where an old, ratty wooden bucket sat half-full of mossy water on the ground. Camellia approached it and knelt down next to it, looking around to make sure she was alone, and she pulled her wand from the holster on her thigh. Uttering the activating enchantment, she took hold of the edge of the bucket and vanished.

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  The pull of the Portkey nearly made her sick— the five seconds it took to transport her to England felt like several nauseating minutes, and she landed hard on something soft that let out a piercing cry, her trunk flying out of her hand and bursting open several feet away. A familiar female voice confirmed she'd landed in the right place.

  "I 
  
    told
  
   you not to get so close to the Arrival Spot—"

  Camellia was dazed for a moment, a groaning sound coming from underneath her, and she opened her eyes to see she'd landed on her good friend Ron, who seemed just as winded as she was.

  "
  
    Bl@@dy
  
   hell.... hi, Cami...!" he said, out of breath but smiling. Camellia smiled back, and Hermione helped her up before pulling her into a hug. Ron struggled to get up, his elbows and back covered in dirt, and he brushed himself off as he came up to greet Camellia as well.

  "Sorry about that..." Ron said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. "I didn't think you'd be so punctual, I was just joking around with 'Mione..."

  "I didn't think it was funny at first, but it ended up alright," Hermione giggled, the two girls admiring Ron, who was still covered in dirt. "You missed a spot."

  Ron's face somehow turned redder, and he rubbed his nose clean before pulling out his wand and pointing it toward Camellia's belongings strewn across the gravel road. "
  
    Accio
  
  !" he shouted, and the massive trunk along with all of its contents came hurtling towards him, landing roughly at his feet.

  "Jesus, mate—" Camellia chuckled, and the three of them stuffed her now dusty clothes into the trunk, which Ron dragged behind them as they made their way down the road to the Burrow, already visible over the horizon.

  "We've really missed you, Cami," Hermione said sweetly, taking her hand. "What's it been, two months? Or three?"

  "Well, three for me and you," Camellia replied. "It's been closer to ten since I've seen the Weasleys and Harry. Remember? It was just our families this Christmas."

  "Oh, right! God, I'd completely forgotten how small Christmas was last year... no matter. You're here now! Ginny, Harry, and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley are home right now, they'll be thrilled to see you."

  "Yeah, it was weird not having everyone over this Christmas like the year before," Ron chimed in, his blue eyes trained on the Burrow in the distance. "It was just me, Gin, Mum and Dad, Percy, and Bill. Fred, George, and Charlie couldn't make it in time for Christmas Day, they got there a week later."

  "Oh? How come?" asked Camellia, who hadn't heard of this in the many letters she'd exchanged with Ron and Ginny.

  "Those attacks in Romania, remember?" Ron said. "That group of Death Eaters that caused major storms in the town Charlie works in. Fred and George had gone to visit him and bring him back for the holidays, but they got stuck there taking care of Charlie's dragons."

  "I knew about the attacks, but I'd had no idea that they'd all stayed... God, that's horrifying. They're okay though, right?"

  Hermione nodded next to Camellia reassuringly, and Ron said, "Yeah, yeah, they're alright. Sort of. Charlie's totally alright, and so's George for the most part— he just got some burns and scrapes— but Fred got a 
  
    massive
  
   gash down his back and side from a Belgian Ironback while they were there. It was nasty when I first saw it, like twenty inches lo—"

  "
  
    What
  
  ?" Camellia gasped.

  "He's fine now!" Ron quickly assured her. "Yeah, he's perfectly fine, it's been a long time since it happened. He's just got a wicked scar and burn marks now. He's pretty proud, actually, I bet he'd show you."

  "Y-Yeah, I bet..." Camellia felt her face turn red as the clear image of a scarred and shirtless Fred formed in her mind, and even more so when Hermione glanced over at her with a knowingly cheeky smile, but she shook it away. Or tried to, at least... she hastily changed the subject, and the three chatted all the way to the Burrow.

  The massive home appeared to glow, backlit by the setting sun over the windy English countryside. The majority of it had been repaired after the fire, but some sections of the attic roof at the very top remained charred and blackened, and parts of the grass around the base of the house still wouldn't grow. Mr. Weasley's shed had been reconstructed by his youngest four children as a birthday gift, and it sat where the old one had, the lights inside it glowing softly.

  They were barely within ten feet of the door when all of the sudden, after screaming "
  
    CAMI
  
  !" Ginny came barreling out of the house and tackled Camellia in a bone-crushing hug, nearly knocking her over.

  Camellia excitedly hugged her back, and she saw Harry walk out of the house much more calmly, beaming at her and waving, and he hugged her as well once Ginny let go.

  "I'm so surprised your parents let you come today!" Ginny said. "Mum's been talking about you all day— she says she's sorry that you have to stay with me and Hermione, since so many of the other bedrooms are full of random sh@t. Ron's moved into Fred and George's old room, so he and Harry have been staying there. But yeah, do assure Mum that you'll be fine staying with me, she's been mad over it."

  The five friends walked into the house to the welcoming scent of their dinner wafting through the air. Molly Weasley was in the kitchen, as she so often was, standing at the counter next to a stove covered in several food-filled pots and skillets. Half of them were stirring themselves as Mrs. Weasley chopped vegetables, and she looked up when she heard the commotion of the group entering the house with Camellia.

  "
  
    Ah
  
  ! My darling girl, come here!" Mrs. Weasley said with a smile, letting go of the knife (which kept chopping on its own) to extend her arms for a hug. Camellia embraced and greeted Mrs. Weasley happily as Ron began taking her trunk upstairs to Ginny's room. "I'm so sorry I haven't got a proper bedroom for you dear, you're going to be staying with Ginny and Hermione, and the boys are in Ron's new room— he took the twins' old one so he's got much more room now! But Charlie's is storage now, Bill's is an office for Arthur, Percy's is... well... it's—"

  "Mrs. Weasley," Camellia laughed. "Don't worry! I'm so happy to be staying with the girls, I actually prefer it."

  Mrs. Weasley stopped her ranting and beamed at Camellia, a wave of relief visibly sweeping over her. "Well, then that's lovely to hear. But do tell me if you feel uncomfortable— you too, Hermione— and I'm sure we can figure something out!"

  Both Camellia and Hermione smiled gratefully at her, and she went back to preparing dinner, but as soon as Ron came walking down the stairs, he stopped and yelled, "Oi! Come see the upstairs, Cam!"

  Ginny grinned and took Camellia by the hand. "It looks totally different up there, Cami, it's really cool," she said, and they headed upstairs followed by Harry and Hermione.

  The creak of the stairs was familiar, but almost everything past that was different than how she remembered it to be. At the top of the stairs, Ginny's bedroom door was open, revealing a completely re-decorated interior. Down the hall, what used to be Fred and George's shared room was now Ron's, but the room still had multiple beds. Four, in fact— one she recognized as Ron's own by the gold-and-maroon Chudley Cannons quilt, but the other three were only vaguely familiar and Camellia couldn't tell who they'd belonged to.

  "This one's mine, obviously," Ron said, gesturing towards his bed by the window. "And that one used to be Bill's— Harry's sleeping there— and then those two are still Fred and George's."

  "Still?" Camellia asked.

  "Yeah— me and Harry only just moved them down here yesterday since they're staying here tonight. Mum wanted them to be comfortable, I guess. Plus, they wrote a few weeks ago saying that they'd need a place to stay for a bit while they're treating their flat for pixies, so I guess they'll be staying a bit longer than that, actually."

  Oh, god... Camellia's heart seemed to be beating a little harder than it had been a few seconds ago. She knew Hermione was making that 
  
    I-know-what-you're-thinking-about
  
   face at her like she always did when the topic of her crush was brought up, but Camellia refused to acknowledge it. "So how come you didn't just move their beds to Bill's old room, or Percy's?"

  Ron shrugged. "So, Bill's old room got turned into Dad's office when he got married... Charlie's and mine are mostly storage now, and Percy's... well... his is still basically intact. Um... yeah. His is still the same."

  "Mum still can't part with it," Ginny elaborated. "Seems a bit much to me since he's been writing and coming round more lately, but for some reason, his room is still a bedroom even though Mum could really use a place to keep her knitting. We've tried to convince her that he's not going to be staying here anytime soon, but she won't have it."

  "I've got to say I am looking forward to sharing a room with Fred and George again, though," Harry said with a cheeky smile. "Last time I was here so were they, a couple months ago, and we all stayed in the living room, and they put a levitation charm on Ron while he was asleep. Nearly soiled himself when he woke up."

  Ron's ears turned bright pink. "I did not," he grumbled, but everyone else had already fallen into a fit of laughs at his expense.

  "So," Hermione said after a moment, changing the subject. "I'm looking forward to seeing the twins, aren't you, Cami?"

  Camellia eyed her warningly as she felt her cheeks grow warm. "Of course I am," she said nonchalantly. "Why wouldn't I be?"

  "Didn't you fancy Fred fourth year?" Ginny smirked. "Or am I imagining things?"

  "No, you're not imagining things," Camellia said, pretending as if her mind wasn't a racing mess. "So I had a crush on him when I was fourteen, so what? It's not like he ever fancied me back."

  "Fourteen? And he was... what, nearly sixteen?" Harry grinned. "Fishing in the geriatric pond, were we, Cami?"

  "Better than the 
  
    nursery
  
  ," she snapped back, and Ginny gasped theatrically.

  "How 
  
    dare
  
   you mock the Chosen One?" she huffed, draping her arms around him protectively. "Harry, blow her to bits!"

  Harry blushed slightly and tilted his head toward Ginny to mutter, "I was thinking you could do that to 
  
    me
  
  ," speaking just loudly enough for Camellia, and unfortunately, Ron, to hear.

  "
  
    I'LL KILL YOU
  
  !" Ron shouted, making Harry run for his life, and he took after him down the stairs all the way outside, judging by the slam of the front door.

  The girls were left giggling at their friends' boyish behavior, but Camellia's mind was elsewhere. She hadn't seen Fred in months... the last they'd seen of each other was a week after the Battle of Hogwarts, when he was rescued from the Death Eaters that had kidnapped him, and he and Camellia had shared a rushed, relieved embrace to be seeing each other again. that still made Cam's stomach flutter. They were good friends, after all...

  That was May of 1998. It was now March of the following year, and a whole ten months since they'd last met.

  It had been too long— certainly too long for her to be harboring a silly, fantasy-based crush from her young teenage years— but hopefully, seeing him again would knock some sense back into her.

  "Cami? You alright?"

  Camellia jumped slightly at the sudden awakening from her thoughts, and Hermione looked at her concernedly. "You zoned out for a second, what's wrong?"

  
    I'm going to be staying ten feet away from my old crush for god's sakes
  
  , she thought, but she instead said, "Nothing, I'm fine. Just a little tired."

  They were soon called down to dinner by Mrs. Weasley, and they went downstairs to gather around the dining table. Camellia soon was engrossed in conversation with Mr. Weasley about her dad's antique shop, and she totally forgot about her childish worries until—

  
    CRACK
  
  !

  A loud, sudden cracking sound came thundering from outside, followed by another, and then two identical voices and footsteps approaching the house. Mrs. Weasley beamed and rose from her chair, and moments later, her twin boys came through the front door, dragging large trunks behind them. One had nearly shoulder-length hair, a slightly crooked nose and was wearing a black Queen t-shirt; the other had shorter hair, a missing ear, and was wearing a light blue collared shirt. Respectively, Fred and George Weasley.

  "Sh@t, alright! Full house!" Fred grinned, looking around the dining room and setting down his trunk.

  "Frederick, language!" Mrs. Weasley snapped, but she stopped herself, and her motherly discipline instantly faded. She smiled as she held her arms open and beckoned them forward. "Oh, Merlin's sakes, who cares— come here, my dear boys!"

  Both twins bent down low to hug their mother, greeting her and kissing her cheek before coming round to the table and giving hugs to everyone there as well. For a few moments, everyone at the table was standing and greeting the twins, the ruckus of the room distracting Camellia momentarily from the fact that George had gotten to her to say hello.

  "Cami?" he chuckled, making Camellia smile. "I didn't know 
  
    you'd
  
   be here! How are you?" He wrapped her in a hug, which she gladly returned.

  "I've been alright!" Camellia answered. "I've actually come here because I finally moved out. I'm here for good, looking for a job."

  A deep voice came from her left, "Did I hear correctly? You're here for good?"

  Camellia turned and met eyes with Fred, who beamed at her as he moved past the table to greet her. "'Bout time we got to see more of you."

  "Hi, Fred," Camellia said, feeling her heart flutter slightly.

  "Hey, Larkie," he said back, and he took her in his arms and hugged her tightly. God, had he always smelled this good? And he seemed... bigger than before. Were his arms more muscular now than she'd remembered? His body was firm as he hugged her, and she noticed his ears were double-pierced, too...

  They broke apart, and Camellia felt slightly winded, as if she'd been running. All that because of a hug from a friend? 
  
    Please
  
  .

  "So, here for work, are you?" Fred asked, running his fingers through his hair before putting his hands in his pockets. "I'm surprised your parents let you come down here, considering..."

  "I know, that's the same thing Ginny said!" Camellia laughed. "I'm pretty surprised too, but they had to let me go sometime. And yeah, I'm here to find a job and a place to live, I'm hoping to get my Magical Creatures certification! I was actually wanting to talk to Charlie about it."

  Fred chuckled. "Charlie? Why him when you can talk to me?"

  "You've got a certification in Care of Magical Creatures?"

  "Nah," Fred grinned. "I just think you're better off talking to me than to my older brother."

  Was he... 
  
    flirting
  
   with her...?

  "Oh, sure, I'm way better off getting career advice from you," Camellia said. "Who better to ask about a career in Creature care than a 
  
    joke shop salesman?
  
  "

  This earned a laugh from Fred, which in turn caught Hermione's attention, and she gave Camellia a cheeky look before going back to her own conversation. Being school roommates with the brightest witch of her age did have its drawbacks. She noticed 
  
    everything
  
  .

  "Alright, Larke, no need to hound me over my profession..." Fred said in a joking tone. "I'll have you know we're re-opening in a few months— July, hopefully— and then I'll be laughing all the way to the bank, I won't have time for petty little insults from the likes of 
  
    you
  
  ."

  "The likes of 
  
    me
  
  ?" Camellia scoffed, though smiling. "You're such a pr@ck, Weasley..."

  "You missed me being a pr@ck," he said, and Camellia found herself unable to make eye contact.

  "Shut up..." she giggled. Her face was turning pink again, and she couldn't help but feel giddy at how he was flirting with her. Not that that was unusual for them.

  "You two lovebirds having a nice chat?" came George's voice, and he clapped his brother on the shoulder, making him wince. "Ooh— sorry, mate. Forgot."

  Fred rubbed his shoulder and said, "Don't worry about it. Oh, Cami, did Ron tell you what happened and why we couldn't come to Christmas?"

  
    Did he ever.
  

  "Yeah, he mentioned it," she said casually, the vivid image of Fred's scarred back in her mind once again. "You're better now, though, right?"

  "Oh, loads better," he replied. "Look—"

  He turned around and started to pull up at the neck of his shirt, George going on about how nasty the wound was a few months ago, when Molly yelled, "
  
    OI
  
  ! Not at the table!" Fred was startled enough to let go of his shirt, much to Camellia's dismay.

  Everyone who'd been chatting around the table started taking their seats again, so Camellia followed suit. Fred and George sat in the empty chairs next to Harry and Ron, and soon enough, everyone was eating and drinking happily, still talking over the table to each other.

  Being around the Weasleys, Harry, and Hermione soon felt like home again, and everything would've been perfectly fine, had Camellia not noticed Fred's subtle glances her way all throughout dinner.

  Maybe she was just imagining it... but either way, whether she was or not, she had a strong feeling that her stupid little schoolgirl crush wasn't going to fade anytime soon. And she didn't know it then, but she was absolutely right.

  Her crush on Fred Weasley would only get worse— or better, one could say— from that day forward...

  And she couldn't have possibly been prepared for what the very near future had in store.'
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