New Fic: Time Quake

[Thanatopsis]

Nice update. Everything is making more sense with your explaination of the time travel. So is Bridge gonna go after Warren? Can she do that? I mean, rule wise.

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"This world's no fun."
"You noticed that too?"

[chronic]

This is really good. I've always liked time travel stories, and this makes an interesting look at W/T



waiting for the next part...

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Kiss rocks? Why would anyone want to kiss... Oh, wait, I get it - Willow, "Band Candy"

[WonderAnt]

ahh, now i am happy, got lots of updates to read...and this was particularily enlightening...thanx...keep up the good work!

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[DarkWiccan]

Hey all... glad you liked the update.



I am going to take a couple of days off so that I can spend my time curled in the fetal position and sucking my thumb... <---to those who think this is spoilery to the season finale allow me to say... I haven't seen it... or read the wildfeeds... and whoever said sucking your thumb necessarily denoted bad things... imagine if Tara was sucking Willow's thumb... see my point?... moving on...



So... new post by Friday if not sooner



Cheers

DarkWiccan

Edited by: DarkWiccan at: 5/25/02 12:00:30 am

[ExtraFlameyWT]

Hehe..Tara sucking Willow's thumb..



Haha..okay. Take your time..we will wait. I just wanted to say that I really like this fic..it's very well-written. I'm looking forward to more!



-Aimee

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"Pope John Paul today confirmed his opposition to gay marriages, said they're unnatural. Gay marriage is unnatural. Then he put on a pointy hat, his dress, and returned to never having sex at all." -Bill Maher

[Karzia]

Most excelent update This story is really getting good now I can hardly wait for the next update

Give into the sunshine....give into the W/T love..let it take over"

--------Sassette

[DarkWiccan]

::sneaks in... stands center stage... waves shyly::



Hey Kittens, sorry this isn't an update



::ducks potential flying debris::



Ahem... continuing on...



You see, I've gotten myself in a bit of a sticky wicket... I'm working on three fics at once, (this one included) and two of them (this one included) have self-imposed deadlines on them. Now the deadline for the other one has suddenly reared its massive ugly head and I find myself hardpressed to finish it.



So, I will be letting this one "marinate" for a few more days as I frantically finish the other one... which normally wouldn't be a bother at all, but you see the other one is my W/T musical (complete with sound links to music that I have scored and had several of my professional actor/singer type friends record) and I have only a small window of time to get my "technology guy" to help me... for I am quite "stoopeed" (which is far worse than just being "stupid") I am quite "stoopeed" when it comes to creating sound files and links and whatnot...



Unless some techno-kitten out there who has great patience wouldn't mind helping me instead...



Suffice it to say in the meantime... this one's on hold... but rest assured... it's only a short meantime...



Sorry



Cheers

DarkWiccan

"Promise me you'll never be linear." "On my trout."

Edited by: DarkWiccan at: 5/23/02 9:13:28 pm

[Lonewolf22]

DarkWiccan: Don't worry about it, you do what you have to do, we'll be right here waiting for the update. Before I forget, great update, I really liked how Tara knows that there is more to Bridge than she is letting on. I can't wait to read more.



Lonewolf

[xita]

ahhh, shame, i can wait though. This fic is very interesting and I want you to stop that act! Anyway please don't forget the story.



About that musical, I don't know if you got my last letter on the subject.. hmm... anyway, i'll probably write you again, if i can screw my head in right and remember!

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Willow and Tara Love

Truly and Forever

[pikescoob]

I just caught up with this and I love it!! People jumping in time to change things reminds me of the show 'Quantum Leap' (I think that's what it was called). I'm intrigued to find out who this Bridge person is and how they're close to this particular situation.



--Michelle

[DarkWiccan]

Actually, no, I never did get your email....



You're resending? Cool. I'll check my inbox.







Cheers

DarkWiccan



Edited to add: Xita, have you tried to send anything? My inbox is still void of moderater-y goodness

Edited by: DarkWiccan at: 5/25/02 11:15:08 am

[Willowfan]

Ohhhh...keep it going...I'm loving this piece. And I am dying to see what happens from here on out.

Willowfan

“Love’s bitch?” Spike asked softly...
“Woman enough to admit it,” Willow agreed with a nod and a sad half-smile.

“Cheers, luv,” Spike whispered... -Answering Darkness by Sassette

[KJchicago]

DarkWiccan: Just discovered this fic. I love stories about space/time anomalies and you're an excellent writer.



I especially love the character Brighid as W/T's daughter she has characteristics of both W&T.



Love how you set up the premise with Bridg coming from the future and the fact that the three of them can innately feel a connection. Tara will figure it out especially given the locket.



I also like the touch of humor which is reminiscent of Marty McFly in "Back to the Future" (one of my all time fave movies). And I also like the suspense that you are building. Kind of reminds me of "Frequency" too (another cool movie).



Really looking forward to the next installment.

[Rocktoddy]

Hey, DarkWiccan!



Just wanted to say that I love this fic! You're a great writer! Come to think of it, I read 'Wherever You Go' a couple of weeks ago and loved that story so much! (You wrote that one, didn't you?)



I guess I'm just a sucker for the whole 'mommy-thing'...

I mean, who wouldn't want to have two wicked witchy kick-ass mommies?!?!? Or is that just me?



Hey KJchicago: I totally had a crush on Micheal J. Fox in BttF when I was little! Or was it that chick Jennifer that made me swoon??? Yeah, that's it... Okay, back to the topic now...



Anyway, I'm really looking forward to the next update! You can consider me one of your loyal readers...



Rocktoddy

[DarkWiccan]

Hey Kittens!



I'm back... wasn't able to get my musical finished... but, what else is new? I swear...it's gonna be next year by the time I finally get it up and running...



Anyway... I'll have an update in the next couple of days.



I think (or at least I hope) you will find what happnes next to be surpising and intriguing...



Hang in there! I'll be back with more ficcy goodness!



Cheers

DarkWiccan



Edited ot Add: Rocktoddy... I think you mean No Matter Where You Go..., which, yes, I did write... it's actually my fave of the fics that I have written... glad you enjoyed it...makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside .. I just cannot tear myself from Tara's maternal nature, it calls to me like a siren to sailors... I find motherhood insanely sexy



Plus, and as parents? That is the luckiest (and most beautiful) kid in the world... I envy all of the chilldren I create for the sapphic duo

Edited by: DarkWiccan at: 5/27/02 3:01:44 pm

[DarkWiccan]

here it is... hope you enjoy!

See first post for disclaimers

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I contemplated my next move. Should I go in “guns a blazing” or try a more subtle approach. Well in all truth, I couldn’t go in “guns a blazing”, as I didn’t have a gun. On top of which I technically wasn’t allowed to hurt anyone. Let me stress the word “technically”.

Still, I was confident that I could handle this situation without invoking the use of violence. However, if worse came to worse…

I raised my chronometer to my eyes, making it look as though I was just checking the time, and radioed home.

“David”, I said in a stage whisper. Code names were generally unnecessary, and I tried to use them as little as possible. They always made me feel kind of silly. I mean, how would you feel calling someone, in all seriousness, Gerbil One? I always felt David deserved better than that. And I swear to God, the next person who has the audacity to use my code name to my face is getting a sock in the jaw. I did not spend three years in special ops training for this assignment to be called… well, it’s really not important.

“David”, I said again, this time a little more urgently.

“Yes, Brighid, we copy you”, he replied, “Go ahead.”

“That information you gave me”, I continued, “It’s accurate?”

“To the tiniest detail”, David assured.

“Copy”, I replied. “Out.”

I shut off my communicator once again and paused, collecting my thoughts. I stared up the street a ways and felt my mind wander back, recalling long-forgotten memories and it was as if I was looking into the past. As if I could see it again.

Two women, one blonde, one redhead, walking hand in hand through the neighborhood street, a small, four year-old girl in faded blue corduroys and a superman t-shirt, running playful circles around them. Her strawberry blonde hair drawn up in a ponytail bobbed around her neck as she giggled gleefully as the small propeller on her toy plane spun in the wind she created for it. She started to run ahead of the two women but was stopped by the blonde’s soothing voice.

“Bridge, honey, stay close, we don’t know this neighborhood too well.”

“Yes, mommy”, the little girl smiled, and slowed her pace.

“I don’t know”, the blonde continued, turning to her companion, “There’s something about this area I don’t like.”

“But, baby”, the redhead replied, “It’s closer to the college, and the preschool. You’ve had to keep putting off your degree for so long…”

“I know”, the blonde conceded, “But I can still get my degree even if we… I just don’t see what’s wrong with staying where we are.”

“Sweetie, we talked about this. Things are starting to get crowded at the house. Brighid needs her own room. It was fine when she was just a baby, but… She needs her privacy just as much as we need ours.”

Again the other girl nodded her concession. “Alright”, she said, “But not this neighborhood. I just… I have a bad feeling here.”

“Okay”, the redhead agreed, “We’ll look someplace else. But, they’re my chalupas.”

What?! , I thought to myself at the same time snapping out of my thoughts. I blinked my eyes to refocus them in the direction I had been staring, and saw the reason for the misspoken dialogue in my mind.

Two men, boys really, were walking in my direction arguing over the two bags of Taco Bell the taller dark haired one carried in his hand. The skinny blonde boy was speaking emphatically.

“I was the one with the… money... and I called dibs… MY CHALUPAS”, he whined. Though I doubt his voice would have been capable of any other manner of speech.

“Listen you little Jar Jar wannabe…”

“Warren”, I called out to him, getting his attention almost instantly, “Warren, is that you?” I started toward the two of them. “Oh my God, it is! Wow, I haven’t seen you in ages! How are you?”

Okay, Warren, I thought, Ball’s in your court, how you gonna play it?

“Oh, you know, same old”, he replied, clearly trying to search his memory of how and if he knew me. “Yourself?”

“Busy”, I answered, playing his game. Knowing he was going to try to act like he knew me, which of course he couldn’t possibly, I decided to call his bluff. “You have no idea who I am, do you?”

Warren blanched only slightly. No doubt surprised that I wasn’t interested in being politically correct. “Uh, no.”

“Well, I’m crushed, Warren”, I said, melodramatizing my reaction just enough so that he knew I was kidding. “After all those hours we spent together in first semester advanced robotics…”

“You went to Dutton Tech?” Warren asked, trying to fill in the blanks.

“Well, yeah”, I replied, trying my best to sound piffled at what should have been a ridiculous question. At least from his point of view. “Only for one semester though. Then I kind of got a call from Uncle Sam…” I tugged at my jumpsuit.

“Oh”, Warren said, his voice trailing off.

“So what are you up to these days? Last time I saw you, you were talking about building some sort of a sex bot or something. How’d that work out?”


”Not a ‘sex bot’”, he bristled, “A synthetic domestic companion.”

“A sex bot”, I simplified.

“No”, Warren started to protest again.

“Warren, c’mon, we’re all adults here”, I glanced at the blonde guy, “more or less. Who is this guy, anyway?”

“I’m Andrew”, he sniveled. I stared at him blankly. “I summoned the flying monkeys that attacked the school play.”

“Flying. Monkeys.” I blinked.

”He played the wicked witch of the west in the Wizard of Oz”, Warren quickly covered.

“No I d…” Andrew started, but was quickly silenced by Warren’s glare. “Traumatic event in my life… I try not to think about it.”

“I can see why”, I offered.

“So”, Warren continued gamely, “What do you do for the Air Force, um… uh…”

“Brighid”, I filled in for him.

“Brighid.” He finished.

“If I told you, I’d have to kill you”, I said jokingly. I should just tell him, I thought wickedly, give me even more of a reason…

“Top secret, huh?” Andrew asked.

“Tippy-top top”, I smiled. “So what are you guys doing tonight? We should hang out. Reminisce. Like, remember the time Ick invented a new virus and released it into Kent’s room?”

Warren frowned.

“Oh, Kent was your dorm mate, wasn’t he”, I noted. “Well, glad to see the rash cleared up.”

“We’re really busy tonight”, Warren bit out, “but thanks for the invitation. Besides, our chalupas are getting cold.”

“ My chalupas are getting cold”, Andrew corrected.

“I don’t care whose chalupas are getting cold”, I interrupted, “That’s definitely not something I want to get into. Well, you guys have fun on your… thing... tonight.”

“Wait, what do you mean by that”, Warren asked hastily.

“You know… your thing… your date or whatever”, I said, grinning inwardly. The best way to get a misogynist’s goat was to question their sexuality. Plus it was fun.

“Date?!” Warren yelped. “No date, there is no date. Where did you get that idea from?”

“C’mon, Warren. ‘Synthetic Domestic Companion’? Companion? Code word for ‘gay lover’. I mean, it’s totally cool. I always kind of wondered…”

“I am not gay!” Desperation is the only word that could adequately describe the tone of Warren’s voice. Though I couldn’t help but notice that Andrew looked a little disappointed, and hurt. “You want a date, I’ll show you a date. You and me tonight, baby.”

“But Warren”, Andrew whined, “the plan…”

“The plan can wait”, Warren silenced him, “my manhood is in question.” He turned his attention to me. “What do you say? Is it a date, baby?”

“Only if you stop calling me baby”, I grinned, trying very, very hard not to projectile vomit at the prospect. But, a girl’s got to do what a girl’s got to do.

“At least until we get a little more reacquainted”, he winked.

I swallowed the bile rising in my throat. “Great, meet me at the Espresso Pump. Eight o’clock.”

“You got it”, he replied, sounding very much like the slime that he was.

I smiled coyly, or at least tried to, and turned and walked away, giving my hips just a little extra sway. My God, I thought as I increased the distance between myself and them, I am using my flirtatious ass to stop a criminal…
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TBC...




Edited by: DarkWiccan at: 5/28/02 9:00:31 pm

[LeatherQueen]

Great update! "Flirtatious ass"? Great line!

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"But when they're playing your song on the jukebox in Hell, you might as well dance." - K. Simpson


"Futile... like a FOX, baby!" - Tara in The Late Shift by wiccachica

[CaptMurdock]

"Ick", huh? "Released a virus into Kent's room", eh?



Well, if you have to "borrow," borrow from the best, I always say.



This is great!

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"I love you all. I love you more than life itself. You're all f***ing mad." -- Ozzy as "The Dad," THE OSBOURNES.

[Kalita]

Ooh, a date with the devil. Most interesting.

"Why, you’re just new all over, aren’t you?" - Lilah on Wes, "Tomorrow"

[The Rose24]

Oh, Boy. This is getting more and more interesting. Keep it up.

Tara: My heart doesn't stutter.

Tara: Willow, I got so lost.
Willow: I found you. I will always find you.

Willow: Hi, um Tara. I was wondering maybe you want to go out some time for coffee? food? Kisses and gay love?

[Thanatopsis]

And the plot thickens. Very interesting.

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You say midgets like it's so absurd.

[mollyig]

Well in all truth, I couldn’t go in "guns a blazing", as I didn’t have a gun. On top of which I technically wasn’t allowed to hurt anyone. Let me stress the word "technically"



Hmm, this thought process seems familiar somehow!



And I really like the way Bridge played Warren - The best way to get a misogynist’s goat was to question their sexuality

Adding up the total of a love that's true, multiply life by the power of two
Indigo Girls

[DarkWiccan]

Hey all --



Glad to see that I still have some readers I was a little concerned my impromptu hiatus may have cost me...



**LeatherQueen: Why thank you Feel free to adopt and use it on a regular basis



**CaptMurdock: Yes, well... I just love that movie...and seeing as how Warren did go to an advanced technical school... I just had to. Glad you caught it



**Kalita: Very much so... wait till you see what he wears...



**Rose24 and Thanatopsis: Thank you, I do try



**Mollygig: What's funny is that ya'll keep asking the exact questions for which I already have written the answers to. Maybe that's a comment on my writing... perhaps I should make things a little more... enigmatic.



Update in a couple of days



Cheers

DarkWiccan

[Lonewolf22]

DarkWiccan: Great update, I really like the way Bridge was teasing Warren and using her flirtatious ass, I really hope she kicks the living crap out of him. I can't wait to read more.



Lonewolf

[KathleenWolf]

never question the power of a butt wiggle



great update... go Brigid go!



can't wait for more



kathleen

"I am my beloved's and my beloved is mine."

[Willowfan]

Rules be damned....she needs to put him in a hurt locker and throw away the key.

*sigh* But she can't....oh well....I can dream.

Love the story so far.

Can't wait for more.

Willowfan

“Love’s bitch?” Spike asked softly...
“Woman enough to admit it,” Willow agreed with a nod and a sad half-smile.

“Cheers, luv,” Spike whispered... -Answering Darkness by Sassette

[DarkWiccan]

See first post for disclaimers

Enjoy!
DarkWiccan
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It was thanks to this moment, this exact moment in time, that I thoroughly came to understand the necessity of a good muffin. Mind you, I had always felt that the breakfast pastry was good for, well, breakfast, but now I suddenly had a keen understanding of the many effective uses of the muffin.

For example, they are good for putting in your mouth when you don’t want anything else to come out. Like words, or an inappropriate laugh or guffaw, even.

And it was for this reason that I was so intently focused on the blueberry mound of sugary carbohydrates in front of me. Tearing off bits and pieces and shoving them into my mouth in an effort to contain within me the hilarity of the situation as I perceived it.

The man, no, let me come up with a better way to describe him… The jerk-wad (that’s better), sitting across from me was dressed in a green shark-skin suit with a silk burgundy dress shirt underneath on which he had left the top few buttons undone so that the fur (not hair, but fur) of his chest tufted out.

Blech.

But the worst part, the absolute worst was his… whatever it was that he was under the delusion was cologne.

Good muffin. Oh wonderful muffin who has never tried to use such horrible lines as, “I love a girl in uniform.” I glanced up from my wonderfully taciturn sweet bread and momentarily tuned into the words coming from fuzz boy’s mouth.

“And it really caused me to wonder”, he was saying, “Why not? Why not try for world domination? I mean, call me mad scientist guy, but there’s something so sexy about ruling the world. Don’t you think?”

“Oh, sure, of course”, I said goading him on. Do you know the muffin man, the muffin man, the muffin man…

“But, then I realized that I was getting ahead of myself”, Warren continued, “Small steps. You know? Small steps are important. Too many guys try to take everything at once, and it always ends up blowing up in their face. Example, Lex Luther…”

“Right”, I said absent-mindedly as something bright and shiny caught the corner of my eye. I glanced over Warren’s shoulder to the outside of the café and saw a tall, slightly heavy young man making his way deliberately down the street with a large ax in his hand. Now that’s interesting, I thought. But as soon as he had appeared, he was gone, around the corner and out of my life… for the moment anyway. I had bigger fish to fry. Namely the trout sitting across from me. He certainly smelled fishy. What was he wearing?

“…and of course, Dr. Octopus”, the trout droned on. “They all suffered from the flaw of vanity. But you know what I have done with my flaws?”

“Hmm?” I sounded, taking another bite of blueberry.

“I’ve embraced them. Made them my own”, he said proudly, knocking his knuckles on the table as if to say, ‘ta-da’.

“Weren’t they your own to begin with?” I pointed out.

Warren blinked and shifted a little. “Uh, yes, well… of course. But you see, unlike most, I have accepted mine as part of who I am.”

I had to ask. “So, what are these flaws of which you speak?”

“Oh, I have none”, he replied smugly, leaning back in his stool.

“But you just said…”

“By accepting them, I negate them because they are no longer flaws, they are assets.”

And the Golden Turkey Award goes to…

“Oh, well that makes perfect sense”, I countered, “If you’re a complete narcissist.”

“Hey! I happen to find my life choice very affirming…”

“Which one, the one where you’re a narcissist or the one where you’re gay?”

“I am not …”

“Hang on”, I said, interrupting him and pointing over his shoulder. “Who’s that?”

Warren looked around to see a small blonde girl whiz around the corner at lightening speed, sprinting toward destination unknown.

“Slayer!” he hissed and promptly ducked under the table.

“Whoa!” I called out and jumped up from my sitting place to stand beside the chair Warren had just vacated. “Just what gave you the idea that we were at that point in our relationship?”

“What?”, Warren asked, his voice hushed, “No, no… the slayer.. if she sees me…”

“She’ll point and laugh like everyone else here?” I finished for him. “you know, if you wanted to hide effectively you might have tried a table lower to the ground. These cocktail tables are really not in style when it comes to undercover ops.”

Warren stood up from his hiding place to see all of the other shop patrons staring at him with bemused grins on their faces. “What are you looking at”, he growled, “Never seen a man drop his keys under the table before?”

This seemed to appease most the crowd as they went back to their business of eating, chatting and drinking coffee.

“Shall we continue”, he said after a moment, trying to preserve his oily panache.

“Fine”, I sighed, sitting down again.

“Like I was saying…”

“Warren!” a familiar whiny voice cried out from the masses.

We both looked toward the sound and saw Andrew fast approaching. He arrived quickly at the table, nearly knocking it over in his clumsiness.

“Dammit, Andrew, can’t you see I am busy?” Warren pleaded.

“Warren”, Andrew said, trying to catch his breath, “You’re got to come see this! It is cooler than Yoda kicking Christopher Lee’s ass. Jonathon got it on tape.”

“What, Yoda?” Warren asked distractedly.

“No… the thing… I can’t say here”, he whispered ineffectively. “You have to come.”

Warren looked to me, then to Andrew, then back again at me. “I’m terribly sorry, but it seems I’m needed at home.”

“Shame”, I sighed. Guess I’ll have to do a little spy work. I’ll take that over this debacle any day.

“I’ll see you again?” He grinned his best lounge singer grin.

“Most likely”, I replied, smiling coyly.

“See you around”, he said, standing up from his stool and winking at me before disappearing into the night.

I waited a few moments and then got up to follow him. I stepped out the Espresso Pump and then looked both ways before crossing the street. Though it seemed to do little good.

“Oof!” I grunted as I hit the asphalt. “Alright”, I said aloud as I stood up, “This is getting stupid.” I brought my gaze to focus on the reason for my dishevelment. It was the same small blonde I had seen sprinting the other direction earlier. “Running laps are we?”

“I’m sorry”, she managed to say, “I have to get home.”

With that she took off down the street running… again.

I shrugged and brushed myself off and started toward Warren’s house again when I was stopped by a much more welcome distraction.

“Brighid”, the soft voice called.

I looked up the street to see Tara walking toward me dressed in the same clothes as earlier that day, only now she wore over them a dark leather jacket.

“Oh, hey, Tara”, I replied, smiling a little. “What are you doing out this late? I thought it was dangerous after dark.”

“It is”, she conceded, “And it’s complicated.”

“You keep saying that”, I noted gently.

“Walk with me a little?” She asked.

“Of course”, I agreed.

And what came next was one of the most interesting conversations of my life.
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TBC...




Edited by: DarkWiccan at: 5/28/02 10:33:58 pm

[The Rose24]

I think this is Tara on the way to make up with Willow. Am I correct?

Tara: My heart doesn't stutter.

Tara: Willow, I got so lost.
Willow: I found you. I will always find you.

Willow: Hi, um Tara. I was wondering maybe you want to go out some time for coffee? food? Kisses and gay love?

[LeatherQueen]

Oh wow! Do we get to hear this very interesting conversation?



And the muffin parts were hilarious!



*LQ wanders off singing "do you know the muffin man... the muffin man... the muffin man..."*

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"But when they're playing your song on the jukebox in Hell, you might as well dance." - K. Simpson


"Futile... like a FOX, baby!" - Tara in The Late Shift by wiccachica

[WonderAnt]

just lovely, and funny too!



bah, i cant wait to read more...

*looks at watch, then wonders if its been long enough to beg for an update (repeat 7 times)*



more? soon? hehehe

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