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Panic! at the camping 1/2

Title: Panic! at the camping Author:






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harleen313 Characters / pairings: Brendon / Ryan, Jon / Spencer Raiting: NC17 ? Warnings: lemon ; idiocy, kids camping Word Count: 11k Disclaimer: Come on, you must be stupid to think that they are really so.
Notes: We imagine them to us so. If we are dangerous by themselves, together we are a criminal. Fanfic for Bandomville inaugurated the forum \u0026lt;3 Summary: "She did not know who was the idea. I do not know, but when he discovered he would do so, so, so harm to the person in question. He would fed to the cats of Jon. He would have thrown off the stage among the menhaden that became their fans during one of the interludes of Brendon. No, he would dress as he wanted, and then - oh, sweet revenge! The roses would pale in comparison to the estate that would have come up with ... " She did not know who had the idea. He did not know, but when he discovered he would do so, so, so hurt person. The date would be thrown to the cats of Jon. It would have thrown off the stage between those that menhaden became one of their fans during interludes of Brendon. No, he would dress as he wanted, and then - oh, sweet revenge! The roses would pale in comparison to the estate that would have come up with ... "Brendon, that was a stop," he announced in a tone defeated Spencer from the back seat. ... were thankful
, he did not know who had the idea. But while he was sitting with his hands clasped tightly in her lap I just hope I stay alive, the idea, and then impose the proper punishment to the guilty. "Naah. "" Brendon. He was big, red, attached to a pole. And it said STOP. "
" ... but what is the talk now! "Trills, waving a hand toward the back of the van. Ryan's knuckles whiten to see the steering wheel vibrate viciously in little firm grip of the driver. Brendon was not to drive. It was not done
to drive. It distracted, ignored the signs, seemed inexplicably attracted to the poles by the roadside, and nine times out of ten also left arrows on after you turned. Good heavens, no person who drink Red Bull to seven days should be allowed to drive!
He wanted to be there before. He wanted to keep up with Spencer to exchange glances full of suffering and comments about how the newspapers would write about the incident and road that would cut off the lives of young people and beautiful members of Panic at the Disco. And then Jon had less chance of injury before. Ryan risked fracturing his ribs against the airbag, Jon was more robust, and secure his flip-flops must have amazing cosmic powers, or else could not understand his stubbornness in carrying wearing certain offenses to the public sense of aesthetics. But keep up with Spencer wanted to pay him to sit and say that Jon is smiling
a seat to another, and Ryan preferred to die at a wall of asphalt spend traveling behind a wall of idiocy. "Can I drive? No, seriously, can I? "Cried Spencer, and Ryan felt a movement of deep affection towards his best friend. Brendon chuckled, as he was a dope. "Come on, gets along just fine, and so we get to type less than twenty minutes in the street ..."
was no way to tear up the contract of Jon? No? Worse for him, he would have dressed back then. Jon was not there at first, when to go for Brendon them passed all the tests to take the car with his brother, Jon had no idea .
Spencer looked dazed and Jon smiled amiably, while Brendon turned around leaning his elbow on the back of the seat. "Jon Walker! You are my favorite. "" Look out! " Spencer tried to electrocute his neck with Brendon eyes wide, while Ryan was taking a hand to shake convulsively the handle on the door. "But we're straight! "Brendon protested. "Straight
in the middle of an intersection
! "
" Someone explain to me why we are going in this place, "Ryan complained about suffering in tone.
Spencer muttered "murder" and Jon pulled a pat on the arm. "Zack is convinced that it is a beautiful place," she said, "He says we work too much and we are stressed, and if we are stressed above all that we are unproductive and has no intention of bowing to the whims of four divas dissatisfied. "
" What should go in the mountains rejoice, exactly? "Ryan asked, raising an eyebrow. 'Well, you know, some people believe that clean air and the sky bright and sunny meadows in the shadow of picturesque peaks do a good mood. " Jon Ryan stared in the mirror cover of the sun. "You ... you're having fun. "Jon took out the camera and waved happily. "I is not protesting the way 'thing that was absolutely a lie" but for the driver! "" Spencer, you could think before you say "do not even think I am about to drive for three and a half hours to go and see the flowers'" Jon pointed out to him.
"For me it's a great idea "Brendon exclaimed, jumping in place while fiddling with the radio, ignoring them. Then he looked for a moment toward the street. "Uuuuh, a cloud! "
" Brendon, do not swerve! "The arrival
was an epic moment. The mountains were covered with colorful trees more absurd for the season, a riot of green-yellow-orange-red-brown rotten undergrowth, the sky was blue, so blue, so blue you can make even the pale fluorescent sweatshirts Pete. The minivan hurtled zigzagging boldly for the crumbling dirt roads in all its glory lilac, waved to the right and left by pine, fir, or any blessed to grow conifer forests of Nevada.
They parked in the middle of dexterity with a special covered area. That is, the van came when steering into a chaos of dust and swearing, and nailed after a spectacular bend in the middle of the parking lot. Three cars. The door swung open and in the crisp Ryan fell to the ground, gasping a string of incomprehensible thanks and invective.
"How beautiful! "Brendon jumped to the ground, looked around and stretched blatantly complacent, enjoying the beauty of nature and returned the favor by giving the world its brilliant images of terror on the streets. Jon Spencer and Ryan pulled up, leaving Brendon to its natural exchange.
"Now, take your stuff! "Trilled Brendon. An omen of death lingered in the air. "... Bring
! " Ryan was left here to catch up to the door, especially since even a healthy could not lift a pillow without pecking the lumbago, let alone bags on bags full of heavy stuff ... unidentified. That ended in the arms firm, strong and secure Jon, that would not have started running to the cliffs with backpacks loaded with gadgetry certainly potentially sensitive and dangerous. As Brendon was doing. In the name of some kind of law on friendship, or knowledge for the longest time, or the fear of seeing their guitarist taking and passing out if unattended, Spencer remained in the car to laze around with Ryan. "Ryan, I have to talk to you. "" I have to vomit. "
" Do not be stupid, come on. "
" I'm not making an idiot! " And in fact, behind the eye-liner, carefully coiffed hair and pissed off the air, was pallidino. "Uhm .... Come on, two steps will make you well. " Ryan quickly became more corpses. "Sfanculizzati. "
" I'm serious! Brendon, tell him too! "The requested
emerged from the back of the van, smiling. "Oh ... Sure! Whatever! He outreach to show two enthusiastic thumbs raised up and was promptly hit by a bag (containing the poles of the tents, noise) in full face.
Ryan showed himself in better shape now, and went to Spencer that he had taken to nod toward a corner of shade. "What do you want? " Spencer hangs face him with deadly serious expression. "Today you have to stay sober. "" AHA! No. "
" Come on. "
folded his arms to his chest. 'I said no. I stopped being the Collective Consciousness for some time now. It could not stand all drunk and I had to watch and suffer without even being able to drink a beer. "
" It's not my fault that alcohol gives you the head so easily "snorted.
"The fact remains that not talk about it. "
" Daaaaaiiii ... "" No. "He sighed . "I'll do whatever you want. "
" You should do whatever he wanted

morning! 'Acid scarf, waving her hands in the air for emphasis. "You had to drive, jerk! Now I'm not at all well disposed to stay sober. "
" I'll give five to ten roses fabric. Me I'll pin on his chest. Let you dress up for a week. "
" A year. "
feels faint. One year was three hundred sixty-five days. That is at least a thousand complete! He could not spend all her savings tips on Ryan! He opened the shocked mouth, then closed it a couple of times gasping. "A month. "
" A tour. "
" ... Ugh. "The
cheeks bulged Ryan taking a bit of color. Auctions. Today I will not drink a drop of alcohol. "
Spencer's eyes sparkled. "And you keep at bay Brendon. "
" Ok. "
" And tomorrow morning you will not do a single fucking question

. "
" Mh-hm. "" And to divide the tent with Brendon. "" Cert-I hate you. "Brendon said
appeared behind them, entranced zompettando the path. "Grant us your presence to assemble tents or sleep under favorite the stars? "

would die.
would die in the worst ways, dispersed in lousy of a thicket of mud and dead leaves. That's why they had insisted so much to make that damned picnic: get rid of his body in a crevasse. They would have eaten the bears and coyotes, and cougars, and even the rabbits would have fed its young, cold limbs, making it into small pieces with their sharp teeth and laughed at him with those evil eyes.
They wanted to kill him, there was no other explanation for what he was being forced to do.
"Ryan, holds the shore. "The look
spirited Brendon did not like. Ok, yes, he had always look possessed. But not in that particular way. Was less focused than usual on "Oh oh oh, we will conquer the world" and much more on "Oh oh oh, I will kill you all" ... indeed.
'NO. "He tried to
become small and small to recover with a look and a Jon Spencer. With poor results, since the two were already fighting enough with their tent.
"Ryan, holds the shore. "I invited the same


identical tone. It was chilling resemblance to its present evil robot. The air senseless violence, then, began to let him have serious doubts about the laws of Asimov.
"In the name of God, not again," he pleaded, orienting to fill a more masculine voice. "I've propped up a finger the last time. "
" I propped up the bottom, to convince you to work? You're not strong enough to hold the hammer, these are works to be real men! "
" Idiot. "
Brendon stood up abruptly, leaving the position to be" man-in-about-to-assemble-a-Canadian-not-that-type

-of-Canadian. "
"Okay. F 'you. Take it! " The hammer throw was not - like - an Olympic sport ...? Because that was deficient in Brendon's hurling a hammer camping regardless of its obvious and apparent frailty?
'THE FOOT! MY BEAUTIFUL FEET! "... Why
Brendon is a total moron with murderous ambitions, of course.
"See? I I told you, this is not for you to play with the hammer. Come on, stop and hold the prop. Stuff will be a minute. "All
serial-killer said something. He took the pole in his hands trembling, his eyes shut, clenched her teeth and turned his head dramatically. If he survived the hammer demo-Brendon, he would kill the two traitors who had left in the hands of a madman.
Provided Spencer, or Jon, or in a crazy stroke of luck, the two of them survived when the tents.
"Sure did not want to lend a hand? "
Spencer sat down on a comfortable air bag, putting the elbows on his knees and his chin resting on cupped hands together. "If you are sure you do not want to be propped on the ground? I confess that you're making me come the doubts. "
Jon moved away the fringe from his eyes, wiped his forehead with the back of the hand holding the hammer and smiled e. Be '. Spencer were being seriously in doubt. "As you wish my lady, let him observe the servants who breaks his back and fingers. "
Spencer blushed and threw Ravana in the bag looking for something that clearly was not there, but it mattered little when Jon looked at him like that saying ..." Hey, you're giving me of women? "Jon tried guilty expression. I doubt Spencer sull'impossessarsi hammer and make good use
meanwhile dissipated.

Brendon had a bad habit of not knowing how to keep their clothes on.
And not in a sexy. In the sense that if you do end up in jail for skipping the event for the house in your best imitation of Pete Wentz and open the door to the cute old woman who lives next door you forget that detail.
He could not really. For him, the clothes were like spelling errors for Ryan: they fled. But one thing is to escape from unpleasant grammatical blunders, anything regard is to escape without his underwear. And with nothing. They were thankful that
still no fans were climbing up to the eaves of the house to jump into the living room with Brendon for photographic equipment that I miss Jon Walker.
... had to put some bars on the windows of Brendon. Bars
but this would not be much, if that little show-off he began to undress at every turn.
"Ryan, you have to go back to Brendon. "
" After. "
" No, we must find him now. "
" I do not want. "
" Ryan ... "
" ... Spence. "" Ryan, is running naked through the forest. "" OSSIGNORE! Jon Walker! "
Jon Walker came upon viewing a Spencer Smith and Ryan Ross deadly serious on the verge of hysterics. And he did not want another hysterical by Ryan after the last had ended with his virile black T-shirt of fabric flowers. "C'accadde? "
" Brendon! "Ryan uttered in a tone that was not meant to suggest that the singer Brendon, noisy, bus companies, but a new cyclone promptly named Brendon. "It's in the woods! A run!

Nude! " 'Again? " Spencer stopped gesturing from behind my back Ryan surrendering to the fact of having a bass player masochist. Ryan slowly blinked his eyes once after long seconds, which for him was a bit ' how to get to pull the plates for normal people. "Jon Walker, go get it now. Restore it, stop it, legal. Bring a gun, if need be! "
" We have guns? "
" Next time we will have them for sure! "Ryan could be satisfied

last half hour.
Brendon had been successfully captured (even if there was a small part of him that he continued to rail against that Jon had had the foresight to potarsi behind a pair of pants more. A very small part. Virtually non-existent. Anyway, it was overshadowed his other ridiculous part gloated that the absence of top back to Brendon) and was now walking in his field of vision

. Jon, being the being that was wonderful, had materialized by a ravine of a minivan parasol - red! Chanted his pants! - And had mounted over his poor little head annoyed by the sun, not even force him to do abominable movements such as getting up. The proposal would have on the spot unless he was certain to come later gutted by Spencer. And the cracks were so many out there, would not take the risk.
For the first time since the beginning of the day, since they had to pick an hour of the night crowds that sought to define "morning" on the van honking and

lilac - and could not tell which of the two things' had upset more - Mrs Urie, for the first time was fun ... if not, at least relaxing.
"Oh, a little flower! "

had known that would not last. "Brendon, be careful," he muttered, without exaggeration Spencer from under a magazine that had been slapped in the face mo 'the sun.
"There are so many flowers! Jon Walker, be my knight and come and who will take this basket filled with flowers! "
Brendon clapped his hands and began jumping joyfully among colorful flowers, fluttering butterflies and smiling mountains, but unfortunately no kids hello to him, only one perplexed by Jon Walker wicker basket in tow.
" We should bring it back here, "Spencer said at the sixteenth" here is a fiorellinoh! " that rang through the mountains.
"Nah. "
lifted the edge of the magazine to raise an eyebrow in the direction of Ryan. Ryan dropped his sunglasses just to raise an eyebrow mirror, to which Spencer turned to the cries coming from the lawn.
"Wait-what color are the ones he has in hand now? "
" Viola. "
" I'm not poisonous? "
" ... indeed. "
Ryan nonchalantly adjusted his glasses, leaving the other to contemplate the depths of sadism that could plunge the exasperation.
"BRENDON, FAR DA that ditch! "
Spencer sighed and put his nose on the magazine.

When the sun is now tinged with red curtains, and pants that Ryan had never been so co-ordinated with the world, it became clear that they should eat. So
cooking.
So light a fire.
was immediately decreed Brendon to keep away from sources of artificial heat, with great joy by the singer who provided for grabs in turn to all the others because "then the only heat I have left is the human" and welcomed the the fact that for once would have been forced to accept his love without being able to protest. They turned all hope for Jon, placing it in his hand lighter, matchbox, and a grill tank of alcohol, paraphernalia that Jon looked puzzled before announcing very diplomatically: - But we have no wood. "But there is an entire forest" remarked Ryan contradicted.
"But we need wood that is no longer attached to land

. "
" Brendon, go to collect firewood. "
Brendon clapped his hands with a" yay! " and roared off into the thick of the trees. Watched him disappear in silence, contemplating the various possibilities a more chilling on the other where they then had to find him. "... Ryan, Brendon go to collect. "
" Why me?! "
"Why are you that you gave him candy to get you to put on before. "Ryan directed all his anger to Spencer, and walked slowly in the wake of the singer. It was clearly a troubled plan to be alone with the friend Jon, and once again he had to suffer. Cloudy plan or not, Spencer and Jon were forced to enter the forest with a broken sigh just a "Brendon, I SAID WOOD. Trunks, branches - WOOD! NO FLOWERS. Cliffs.
NEW " torn the peaceful silence of the nature. only came much later, from that damn perverse nature that was nothing, all four complete and more or less full of dead branches and sticks, or daisies. Brendon
stones artistically arranged in a circle for the bonfire. The so artistically arranged to make it look like a circle rather than a spastic bunny, and Ryan tripped over on rocks scattered randomly around there. The curses of Ryan were even more artistic.
Jon picked up a log, in silence, peering gravely. It was time. The fateful moment had arrived. "As we put them? "" A tripod! "" A pyramid! "
" A lot! "They tried
the tripod inspired by a pyramid, and of course ended up recovering the logs that rolled away from the wrong pile.
"But he's cute "Brendon chuckled. Three pairs of dirty looks tried to incinerate with varying intensity. "Jon Walker! What do we do now? "
" I suppose ... light the fire. "
" Yay! "
But the fire is not lit by putting the lighter next to a tree trunk hoping for something to happen. Or trying to soak the wood spirit and thrown over the box of matches, especially if the tank of alcohol was eight inches from the fire, unless you want to burn half the forest. And since none of the many he wanted to appear in all the papers - "famous band sparse ground hectares of forest", with attached photos of death and destruction - clad ground as soon as Brendon suggested the idea.
So the fire is not lit.
"We order something. "
" We're in the middle of nowhere, Ryan. "
" We

rich, can afford the home delivery service to Alaska. "
" Ryan is right. "
" Spencer! "
'ENOUGH! "They turned all three
to Brendon, who with his hands placed firmly on her hips staring at them. Oddly seriously. And there was only concerned if Brendon became seriously ... especially when talking about fires.
"I'll! "As it turned
.
"Brenny, please, you have no idea ..."
"Of course I have no idea, I
! "He folded his arms to his chest indignantly. "I did the boy scouts. " followed ten seconds ten shocked silence.
"You did the scout," repeated Spencer flatly. Brendon nodded. "The boy scouts. "Brendon nodded again, more annoyed. "But just the boy scouts, one dressed as a monkey with a scarf around his neck-"
"Yes, that

boyscout! "
" And so far, "Ryan whispered in a tone so happy and delighted that Jon took a step back to get closer to Spencer intimidated. "While we strive for stacking the wood, and place the stones, and fit the curtains ... so far have done nothing to pretend that why, exactly
? "The irritation Brendon cracked a little. "Uh, I had forgotten to ...? "Ryan
merely to extend his eyes eerily. Spencer gave him small pat on the shoulder, relieved that he had not made him throw lighted matches at the singer. Jon handed the lighter with a sigh.
Brendon smiled blinding that normal human beings, with the thirty-two teeth standard, should not be able to do. He went to the wood with another "yay!" triggering the lighter repetition, to which Ryan could not stand and decided to go to his tent to avoid seeing a scene that he had sworn himself would never have allowed to happen.
And when after a bit 'put your nose out of the fire was crackling with impunity.
"What happened? He asked with a vein of hysteria in the voice distinctly audible, climbing over insidious opening to exit.
Brendon, standing before the fire, he turned complacent and everything was clear when he saw it was covered with ashes from head to toe plus a few bonus scorching. Spencer shook his head in distress, without any scruples to sit by the fire of lust and groped Jon Walker in manners more or less obvious.
"It was not good? "Jon said, however, evidently had to be immune to or looks (now exasperated) Spencer or hopelessly stupid.
Brendon looked at him waiting, and Ryan, who was about to take away something of acid on firefighters and arsonists, he stopped with his mouth half-open. Why Brendon was so ... hopeful, and had the sunken cheeks and his ridiculous eyebrows were combined into a frown as a puppy at the bedside of the dying mother that really going to make any comments passed to mind.
"Very. "She blushed stupidly. Brendon lit, reserving a radiant smile before returning to Spencer and Jon extolling the jelly.

'Jon, what is this stuff? "Jon said
skewer without really understanding the question or predict the impending disaster.
"... Ciccia? "He could hear distinctly
Spencer slap a hand on the forehead, followed by a groan of suffering Ryan.
"Well. We agree that it is fat. Where is the non-flesh? "
" no-thing? "" Non-fat, idiot. "" ... You say alcohol? "
Jon was a total idiot.
Or a man with a very low attachment to life.
"No. I say that thing is not fat and that I should eat to survive. "
" ... RedBull? "
Brendon left the teacher affectionate pose, pose in favor of the angry father. He grabbed the bass player for the jacket, crushing it takes to avoid crush his nose with the same force and ferocity.
"Food! The food is not flab! Type - I do not know -

vegetables?! "I could see the terror paint on the face of his victim. "I-uh-... Oh shit, the green bag. "Jon's
collapsed in his arms, too discouraged to have forgotten the idea of standing at the door with your bag stores by Brendon - the only one of many things, that he should not forget - to look after the expression horrified that little by little it was painting the face of the singer.
"... You know what you will, with one skewer of meat? "
" Bren, I'm sorry so tan-' "You know what I mean profane holes, with one skewer of meat? "" God, I swear, I regret ever in my life. "
" I hope for you. You'll see how you'll be sorry when I cut a new path in your entrails with that DAMNED kebabs! "
Jon had a clear perception of imminent death.
"Bren, look what I found ..."
Brendon turned to Ryan, giving up much of the crash taken by Jon to drop to the ground. The boy lit up, waving her hands in the direction of guitarist.
"Wii, marshmallow! "
He clapped his hands a couple of times.
"Jon Walker! "
The peremptory tone with which he heard himself called him freeze his blood.
"Jon Walker! Six of my new favorite. "

Ryan - officially - he hated to play Taboo. It was a profoundly stupid game. And be on the team with Spencer did not help at all.
Okay, actually had a lexical property that put him head and shoulders above the others and considerably more advantaged, but Spencer was

Spencer! It was late! You can not play Taboo with a person like him.
Above all, Spencer was not Jon. Brendon And Ryan was not.
Those two seemed to have a kind of neural connections, it is understood on the fly. It was enough the singer barked a few words and rambling without any apparent logical connection with that to be discovered, and bassist guessed immediately.
"Ryan, it's up to you. "He sighed sadly
before observing with a critical eye the word.
umbrella.
"Okay, it's easy. Uhm ... Partly cloudy. "
" Water. "
No."
"Wind? Lightning? Arrows? Hail? ... There are, fog! "She would gladly
tears.
No, seriously. "Spencer, what do you fucking mental connections? Reasoning together: oh, it's raining! What a pity! How am I going?! " 'Rest House at ...! It is home! -
" No, dammit! With what you shelter from the rain?! "
" With a raincoat ...? "
right, the drummer of Panic At The Disco was officially a complete idiot.
"Umbrella! Great! "
'umbrella? "
'VICTORY! "
He felt like he had just conquered the world.
'Time! "He wanted to kill Brendon in many and varied ways. Threw him against the cards trying to hit in the eye. with poor results.
Apparently, fans can only benefit from targeted by a sniper.
"Jon Walker! It's my turn to do the lyricist. "The bassist nodded
, crouched better sull'erbetta and waited.
"Uhm ... Oh, here. Bump. "
" Wake up. "
scored a point.
"Pirate. "
Jon took a few moments.
'Orso. "Another
.
"Mario. "" mushroom. "Yet another .
'Penguin! "
" Wand! "
" Yay! This is easy: bracelet! "
Paper! "
" No! Damn! Retry: bag! "
Moments of silence.
'button ... ...? "
Then, the situation degenerated.
"Dumb! "
" Sorry. "
" Asimov! "
'Robot? "
Brendon began to move in a disorganized. It was a strange purple color in the face, due to anger.
foo! "
Jon seemed to light up everything.
"... Android! "
" Bravo Jon Walker! It was not a suggestion, but you got there anyway. "The
gave an affectionate pat on the back. Brendon gave him a quick look at the hourglass, finding it strangely
full
.
"Uh, we can go on and on. Let's see ... Mouse. "
'sign. "
" Computer. "
" Piccione. "
« August "
" balloon. "
" Pancake. "
" Machu Picchu. "
Ryan was stunned. Brendon behind, watching him browse the cards in record time and then gettarseli behind with extreme nonchalance, she could see that Jon does not make a wrong under do not know what non-verbal notice had been placed before.
was frustrating.
'Time! "
shrieked shrilly, trying to rip the hand of cards to Brendon.
"Wait, I found a nice ..."
"It ran out of time! "
" But only one! A tiny peak daaaaiiii ... "
" But the time ... "
" Ryan, fregatene. "He wanted to kill
Spencer with one of his sticks.
"Yay! Victory! Jon, this is important. Give me your eyes. "
They sat facing each other, crawling on the ground to get closer. There were a few inches apart, the fire crackled behind them.
Brendon stared at him intently, before turning his gaze to Ryan and focus on the guitarist's eyes, as if to tell him an important secret, too private to be even whispered. Then he smiled kindly.
"Ryan. "
was about to ask him what he wanted when he realized that this was one of many cryptic hints. It is merely a puff, waiting for the malicious comments of Jon. Knowing the two idiots had to have his name attached to something soothing like "vomiting" or "fart."
"Poetry. "And
Brendon nodded vigorously, making slip hair before my eyes immediately and cheering the victory of his team because" we are strong, we are beautiful and you are no pushovers with a lexicon of cave dwellers. " Ryan
even listened to him.


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