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Author: Stoney
Title: Where There's Smoke [The EPILOGUE]
Rating: Fer Errbody (overall rated M: be old enough to not put me in jail, pls.)
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine, Wes and David friendship, mentions of former Finn/Rachel
Word Count: 2400/100,000
Warnings: Kurt finally hangs out at the fire station. Guess what happens? (Be prepared, my firefighter daughters, for intense situations)
Summary: Fireman AU. A few months down the road.
A/N: This wouldn't exist (no, truly, I almost deleted it) without the most amazing editor a person could ask for, flaming_muse. Any remaining errors fall squarely on her my shoulders. I AM SO OVERWHELMED BY YOUR RESPONSE. Unbelievably gratifying, thank you so much, each and every one of you.

Previous Chapters: [Masterlist + One] [Two] [Three] [Four] [Five][Six] [Seven] [Eight] [Nine] [Ten] [Eleven] [Twelve]

One-Shots In This Universe
Sister's Story
Saying Goodbye to the Engine Co 204 Brownstone
...And Hello To Station 114
A Love I Can Be Sure Of
(more to come!)

Wanna see what I see? I made a scrapbook back when I started writing. Here's their world.]

[ETA] Please know that I typically am NOT okay with people building off my stories. [And you should always ask authors if they're okay with that, regardless of who it is.] I will share many things, but the little worlds that I create are not one of those things. Thank you for respecting that.

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Kurt shivered, even though he had on his good camel hair 3/4 length coat (estate sale, vintage Yves Saint Laurent, and it had been a cinch to take in at the waist) and his favorite cashmere scarf wrapped to cover his ears. It wasn’t usually this cold in New York City by November, but the weather apparently didn’t care to stick with the program and was running on a mid-January schedule.

Head down, he made his way to the red door situated between the two large garage doors, pulling one of his buttery soft leather gloves off his hand in order to turn the knob and get out of the cold. He slipped quickly inside and pressed his back against the door to shut it faster; the pneumatic hinge sometimes stuck and he didn’t want the men down by the rigs to yell at him for letting the cold in. Again.

After glancing upstairs to see if Blaine was out on the loft, he passed Wes, who was testing the control panel on the back of one of the trucks. Wes waved hello but before he could call out, Kurt held a finger to his lips to shush him. Wes grinned and waved him on, returning to his task. As Kurt walked past the opened door to the rec room, he could see Big John sitting at the table with a steaming bowl of soup. He pantomimed tip-toeing in an exaggerated fashion and cocked his head towards the staircase. John, like Wes, also laughed and waved him on.

Kurt crept up the stairs, resting as much weight on his hand at the railing so his feet would barely touch the edge of each step. He peeked around the corner before climbing the last flight to the upstairs loft to make sure Blaine wasn’t walking around outside his office or rummaging in one of the supply closets. The coast clear, he continued towards the--thankfully--open door to Blaine’s office. He tried to time each step with his exhales, trying to be as stealthy as possible. He only had, maybe, three more steps to the door.

“I know you’re out there, Kurt. Just come on in.”

Kurt stood up straight, a sour frown on his face. “How did you know I was here?”

“I’d know that cologne anywhere. Also, no one here wears cologne. Are you coming in, or am I coming out to get you?”

“Fine,” Kurt huffed, walking the rest of the way in. He sniffed at his scarf trying to make sure that he wasn’t drenched in scent. “Do I wear too much cologne?”

Blaine leaned back in his chair, hands crossed behind his head and a huge smile on his face. “Not at all. I happen to be quite fond of the way you smell, incidentally. They mopped up here with bleach an hour ago, so it’s a nice break from the earlier indoor pool smell.”

Kurt cocked one hip to the side and crossed his arms, reminding himself to not crush the box secreted away in his coat pocket. “I was trying to surprise you, you know.”

Blaine laughed, and Kurt couldn’t help but flush with warmth at the sound, his eyes drawn to the way Blaine’s chest bounced with each exhale. Blaine held out his hand, saying, “Come ‘ere.”

Kurt rolled his eyes and gave Blaine his still gloved hand, letting himself be tugged forward for a kiss. Blaine whispered against his mouth, “Every day with you is a surprise.”

Kurt leaned back against the inside of Blaine’s desk, their legs a tangle in the narrow space between the desk and Blaine in his chair. Blaine smiled up at him and began slowly pulling off Kurt’s remaining glove, kissing his wrist, his palms and then the knuckles at the back of his hand once it was free.

“You know, Captain,” Kurt huffed, but without any real aggravation, “you make it awfully hard to stay mad at you.”

“You weren’t mad at me to begin with.”

Kurt laughed, then forced a sober expression on his face, “I was, too. Livid. Positively--” He punctuated each syllable with a short kiss to Blaine’s mouth. “--livid.”

Blaine hummed and pulled Kurt into his lap, untangling Kurt’s scarf before rubbing the tip of his nose against Kurt’s neck. “You’re cold,” he said, squeezing Kurt as if he could press heat directly into Kurt’s body. “Not that I mind, but what brings you here tonight? I thought you’d be tunneled under all the blankets, nose buried in a book or watching some mindless tv.”

Kurt twirled a lock of Blaine’s hair around his finger, bouncing one leg. “That is still on the docket for the evening; the night is young. Also, you left out a steaming cup of tea and that I’d be wearing one of your sweatshirts. Since that’s all of you I’m going to get tonight of all nights.”

Blaine’s hands coasted up and down Kurt’s body and for a brief and wild moment, Kurt hated his many, many layers.

“I don’t know why you’re so upset, it’s my birthday,” Blaine murmured, his voice muffled further by having his mouth against Kurt’s neck.

“Because it’s your birthday today! And you’re working! I don’t know why you have to be nice and pick up someone’s shift. Just because Richard’s wife is having a baby,” Kurt flipped his hand dismissively. “Okay, I know. We’re going out tomorrow, but today is when you were born, and I wanted to do something now, not wait until tomorrow.”

Blaine looked up excitedly. “Did you bring me something?”

“I swear, you are like a toddler. Yes, I brought you a little something.”

Laughing, Kurt tried to bat Blaine’s hands away as he pawed all over Kurt’s coat looking for his present. He hopped out of Blaine’s lap, smirking when he heard the tiny whine from his boyfriend. Whirling around, he began unbuttoning his coat, his body flooding with heat as Blaine’s eyes went wide.

No, I didn’t bring you a striptease.” He slipped his coat off and draped it over the end of Blaine’s desk. “That’s for tomorrow,” he purred, waggling his eyebrows suggestively before laughing. “This is your gift.” Kurt slipped the wrapped, slender package out of the pocket and handed it over, perching on the edge of the desk, his weight back on his hands.

Blaine shook it next to his ear, getting a laugh from Kurt. “It’s not a tennis bracelet, I’m sorry.”

Taking his time to not tear the paper--something that Kurt feigned annoyance at but secretly loved, that Blaine appreciated simple details like how a gift was wrapped--Blaine finally revealed a long, rectangular box, about as long as a hardback book and half as wide. He looked up quizzically but excitedly at Kurt as he lifted off the top.

Every time either of them had left Blaine’s house, the habit passed down through the Anderson family of touching the worn plaque at the door carried on. Kurt didn’t mind its exclusive language - it was so worn and dingy from lack of being polished that the words were barely legible.

But the miniature version on Blaine’s desk, that was something Kurt could do something about.

Kurt held his breath in anticipation as Blaine saw what it was. He watched Blaine’s eyes dart left to right as they skimmed over the gift; Kurt’s nerves were positively jangling with worry by this point.

“Is it too much? I’m sorry, it was something I’ve been thinking of getting you for sometime, and I didn’t mean to replace anything, just build on it and--”

Blaine turned to look at him, and Kurt’s heart lodged in his throat, hot and burning. Blaine had tears in his eyes and a tremulous smile fighting to stay on his face. “Kurt.”

Kurt bit his lip, his own eyes stinging at the thought of having upset Blaine, which was the very last thing he meant to do. “I’m sorry, I can take it back-- well, no, it’s engraved, but I can get you something else; I can do that right now.”

He reached out to grab at the box when Blaine took his hand, standing, and held the flat of Kurt’s palm to his chest. “I love it. Kurt...it’s perfect.”

“Oh,” Kurt sighed, relaxing a bit against Blaine’s warm body. “Really? I worried that it was a bit much, like I’m declaring something, and--”

“You can declare that. It’s wonderful,” Blaine said, kissing the corner of Kurt’s mouth, “and I love it.” He kissed the other corner, slipping the box onto his desk and wrapping his arms around Kurt to kiss him more thoroughly. Kurt couldn’t help himself, a few of the tears slipped down his cheek, so relieved that his gift was accepted, so relieved to be with someone that wanted Kurt to make declarations about their relationship and where they were inevitably headed as a couple.

Over the months they had become Kurt-and-Blaine, inseparable, loving, and undeniably happy. When Rachel’s friend that owned their apartment lost his position in his national tour in late September and needed to have his space again, Blaine had offered for Kurt to take up permanent residence in his home. The music room was both of their spaces now, and since Kurt’s performance over the summer, he had been given an offer for an original show in which he would star. Obviously, he jumped at the chance.

(He only admitted in the small hours to Blaine, and only when Blaine was very sleepy, that he was still miffed that they wouldn’t call it “Kurt Hummel: The Kurt Hummel Experience.”)

They had combined their lives easily, happy to work around each other’s schedules; as long as they could see each other every day, they knew it would work. They intrinsically understood that life could change on a dime, and they didn’t want to waste a moment.

They held each other, their breathing slowing to match each other’s, aware of how precious it was, the love they shared. After a moment, Blaine pulled back and kissed Kurt gently, his thumb stroking across Kurt’s cheek, wiping away the faint tear track. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Kurt replied, still so giddy every time Blaine said those three words, and more sure and certain about their future every time Kurt repeated it back.

Blaine took the old plaque from his desk and stuck it in a drawer. “Sonja will like this,” Blaine said, pulling out the velvet covered stand on the back of the new plaque to stand it up next to the framed picture of the two of them, cheek to cheek. Carole had snapped it after Kurt’s performance back in August.

“Well, Sonja can get her own. This one is for my man,” Kurt said, smirking as he ran his hand down the center of Blaine’s chest.

Blaine chuckled against Kurt’s neck, sending shivers to every inch of Kurt’s body. “Yes, I am.” Blaine pressed little kisses up his neck, pulling back to look at him in the eye. No regrets, no fears, no concerns, nothing but love shone back; Kurt sometimes couldn’t believe his luck, to have met the person he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, someone so perfect for him.

And, he thought a little rebelliously at times, how perfect he was for Blaine. Left to his own devices, Blaine would work himself to death or have a cardio-infarction while eating a bucket of fried butter. They complimented each other’s personalities, bringing out the best in both of them.

Someone cleared their throat outside Blaine’s office. Kurt went still, a blush flaring up his neck and heating his face.

“Give me a second, Bill; a guy only turns 27 once.”

Kurt heard Bill’s huff of breath; Kurt had learned over the months that it served as a deep laugh for him. Kurt pulled back from Blaine, smoothing his hair over his ear.

“Call me when you get to bed?” Blaine asked.

“As always,” Kurt replied, running his hand down the length of Blaine’s arm. He’d thought in the beginning of their relationship that he couldn’t sleep without hearing Blaine’s voice, and it had proved to be true. The nights where Blaine was on shift were the nights where Kurt went to bed with his phone, talking until sleepy, then letting Blaine’s voice lull him fully.

He put his coat back on, wrapped his scarf back tightly and held his gloves in one hand, reluctant to leave. “Happy birthday.”

Blaine kicked his foot out gently, running his instep along Kurt’s ankle. “It is. We’ll celebrate for real tomorrow.”

“You bet we will, mister,” Kurt said with a lascivious lilt in his voice. He blew a kiss to Blaine as he walked out. He pulled on his gloves as he made his way to the front door, a smile on his face as he went home.


Kurt’s version of the “FIREFIGHTER'S PRAYER”

When I am called to Duty, and
Wherever flames may rage,
Give me the strength to save some life
Whatever be their age.

Help me embrace a little child
Before it is too late.
Or save some older person
From the horror of that fate.

Enable me to be alert
And hear the weakest shout.
And quickly and efficiently
To put the fire out.

I want to fill my calling
And give the best in me
To guard my every neighbor
And protect their property.

And if I have to lose my life
According to my fate
Please bless with your protecting hand
My ever-loving mate.

And in small font at the very bottom, “With all my love, Kurt.”

One-Shots In This Universe
Sister's Story
Saying Goodbye to the Engine Co 204 Brownstone
...And Hello To Station 114
A Love I Can Be Sure Of


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Mar. 16th, 2012 10:46 pm (UTC)
I would love to read a sequel! This story felt to short!
Mar. 16th, 2012 11:16 pm (UTC)
Ha! 90,000 is too short? :D

I don't think there will be a sequel, but every now and then I plan on writing a little one-shot/POV twist, that sort of thing.

Thank you for reading!
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Kathleen Richmond
Mar. 18th, 2012 11:37 pm (UTC)
I could not stop reading this. It has been the best I have read. I laughed, I cried, and I fell in love with the characters. I am so sad it's over! You have a real talent!
Mar. 19th, 2012 12:11 am (UTC)
Oh, thank you so much! I'm so happy to know you enjoyed this. <3
Mar. 20th, 2012 02:46 am (UTC)
Hey, thank you for this! I come back and read my favorite parts every time I feel down.
I'm looking forward to that one-shot from blaine's point of view, you said you've been writing, and to anything you want to write about in the future...
I really love your writing :)
Mar. 20th, 2012 03:54 am (UTC)
Aww, that is the nicest thing, thanks for that! I'm glad to know that it's a mood lifter. :)

<3 <3
Mar. 25th, 2012 06:49 am (UTC)
I love you. Thank you for this story. =] <3
Mar. 25th, 2012 01:10 pm (UTC)
Aww, I love you, too. :D

Thank YOU for reading!! I appreciate that most of all.
Mar. 29th, 2012 11:48 pm (UTC)
This was an absolutely amazing story. Your Burt voice is totally on point. I adored all of it!
Mar. 30th, 2012 12:17 am (UTC)
"Your Burt voice is totally on point" AWESOME! Thank you so much! I appreciate your reading and taking the time to tell me. *shimmies*

Mar. 30th, 2012 03:42 pm (UTC)
I'm a bit nervous at the moment - I've never left a comment anywhere - so: premiere! yayyy...!?
I've just wanted to tell you that I absolutely adore this fic - it's freaking perfect, honestly.
I've convinced a good friend to venture into the great world of fanfiction yesterday. We made the deal that I have one shot, that I'm going to recommend her one single fanfiction trying to convince her that there are some awesome storys out there.
I chose this very fic above to accomplish the mission for me. So all I have to do now is leaning back in my chair and letting you and your incredible talent do their work. Great. So... I'll go grab another bar of chocolate and watch...
Thank you so much for sharing this story with us!
Mar. 30th, 2012 04:07 pm (UTC)
I get your very first comment?!?! <3

AWWW, that is maybe the nicest thing I've ever heard. I hope you're feeling awesome, because I sure think you are. :) Thank YOU so much!
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Apr. 2nd, 2012 03:33 am (UTC)
Okay. So.

I just sat here, and read through all of this, all at once. i can't tell you how long it took me because I only just -now- saw the clock and I have college in the morning but I don't even care. This was amazing. I flailed my hands, I clapped like a child and I even rolled around on my bed like Draco Malfoy at a few parts when I simply couldn't contain myself.

I kept wanting more, and more, and I didn't realize I was at the last chapter until it said epilogue and I almost cried. I seriously almost lost it because no, I read it all too fast and now it's over! I didn't get to cherish it the way I wanted to! And then I saw the file and now I have it on my Kindle, and when I take my trip to NYC in May to see Newsies on Broadway I will be reading this story over again from the very second I sit in my seat on my bus from Boston to the very second it stops in NYC.

I honestly hope that if you ever get the urge to revisit this verse that you do. You really, really should because I haven't had a story touch me like this one in a long, long time. Stories like this are rare, you know? But I'm rambling, and you probably think I'm crazy, so I'm going to stop and say thank you and goodnight, and never, ever, ever stop <3

Edited at 2012-04-02 03:34 am (UTC)
Apr. 2nd, 2012 12:35 pm (UTC)
Poor sleepy thing!! :( I hope you're able to get through the day in one piece.

And I'm so happy that the e-file is a good thing (I'm a huge fan of fanfiction on my Kindle, too!) so thank you so, so much for enjoying this, for telling me - and for thinking you want to read it over and over. That's so cool. *hugs*

And don't worry about me stopping - I'm about to post a new fic today, in fact. :) <3
Apr. 9th, 2012 01:46 am (UTC)
Where to begin?
Finished "Where There's Smoke" last night but had to take a day to collect my thoughts before commenting.
That. was. amazing.
Your characters were flawless, even though this took place in an au, you stayed true to characters for everyone, but especially Kurt and Blaine. It highlighted the things I love most about them, and the reasons why there relationship is so wonderful, their openess, their honesty and their sincerity.
Also, you made it believable as a real relationship, becuase it took some time, and they had real life responsabilities. Sometimes "love stories" blot out real life and that makes them appealing, but it's too fairy tale for my liking most of the time, because, you know, I live in real life, I wanna see how it goes down here too.
I was literally breathless for most of the interactions between Blaine and Kurt, like I was feeling the same excitement that they were, and had to stop in between most chapters just to process everything. There were some days where the thought of getting to read more that evening just made me smile in the middle of my workday. :)

Some of my favorite lines were,

"'Idiots,' Blaine murmured, kissing the inside of Kurt's wrist."
and "You are my most favorite thing."

Have you read the blog "asktheanderbros" on tumblr? It's a Glee RP for Cooper and Blaine, and recently someone pointed out that Blaine shouldn't regret running from the bullies at his old school because it lead him to Dalton and then Kurt,and Blaine's response was that he would have still found him eventually no matter what, and WTS was like one of the examples of how that could have played out, because you included so many references to the the canon Klaine storyline.

Anyway, now I'm just rambling.You have a real gift as a writer, and I'm looking forward to reading more and more of what you have written. And thank you for making it available in PDF, it is most certainly on my Kindle. And thank you for creating this beautiful world for us to visit.


Edited at 2012-04-09 01:46 am (UTC)
Apr. 9th, 2012 02:25 am (UTC)
Re: Where to begin?
Oh, I'm so happy to hear you enjoyed it!! And that the characters felt true, well, that's icing on the cake (For me it's the cake, but that's because I want them to be Kurt and Blaine not Barbie dolls that just happen to look like them. :D)

I will say that I'm a spoiler-free fan, so (someone else spoiled the name/relationship of Matt Bomer's guest role) I still try to avoid anything that involves what's going to come, so no, I've not looked at that tumblr - thank you for the rec though! After 3.15 airs I might be more inclined.

Thank you so, so much for not only reading, but for taking the time to comment. I really appreciate that (and your very sweet compliments.) Cheers! <3
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Apr. 15th, 2012 03:36 am (UTC)
I feel like I'm late to the party, but oh well better late than never right?

I absolutely LOVED this story. I read it all today. Couldn't even stop to comment on each chapter so enthralled I was. Stopped only for food and bathroom breaks (I'm only human after all).

It's amazing how you wrote Kurt and Blaine and how you used small canon dialogues for them. And it's just a great idea for a fic. I have an unconditional love for AU stories and this one is probably one of the best I've ever read. Probably the best Klaine AU I've ever read.

I'm terrible with words so I would just like to say THANK YOU for sharing this with us. You're an amazing writer.
Apr. 15th, 2012 03:50 am (UTC)
Oh, see the great thing about fanfiction is that the party never ends! :D So glad you found my story, and I'm VERY happy to hear that you enjoyed it, thank you so much!

I can't believe you read the whole thing today - I hope it was a comfy chair! :)

Thank you, truly, for your sweet compliment. I really appreciate it. <3
Apr. 15th, 2012 12:10 pm (UTC)
Very nice fic, I've just finished it! :D
Apr. 15th, 2012 12:59 pm (UTC)
Thank you very much! :D
May. 4th, 2012 11:00 pm (UTC)
Well.. two days ago I started to read this ff and I finished it now! It's 00.52am and now I'm going to bed happy! First of all, sorry for my english, but I'm an italian girl!
Second of all, I really really really love this ff.. it's just amazing! I love everything about this: the caracthers, the way you write (? sorry!), everything!
And Kurt e Blaine!!???!? I love them! They're so perfect, lovely and endless!!
So, I'm speechless, really, i don't know what to say!
A lot of compliments, you're so good!
May. 6th, 2012 09:20 pm (UTC)
Oh, your English is lovely, don't worry! <3 I'm so happy to know that you enjoyed this story, and that the characters felt like them - that's hugely important to me.

Thank you very much for reading and for commenting! <3 (Or should I say, Grazie and ciao, Bella! ;)
Jun. 3rd, 2012 05:27 pm (UTC)
Thank you for making my day a whole lot brighter!!
Love your story and hilarious jokes you have up Blaine's sleeve!
Jun. 3rd, 2012 07:04 pm (UTC)
Thank YOU for reading! I'm glad you enjoyed this! <3
Jun. 7th, 2012 05:15 am (UTC)
*dreamy sigh*
Perhaps the best Klaine story in all the fandom, thank you for all your hard work.
Jun. 7th, 2012 02:03 pm (UTC)
That's incredibly generous of you to say so! Thank YOU for enjoying the story! <3 <3
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Jun. 11th, 2012 09:07 pm (UTC)
Love this story so much - amazing is all that I can say really.
Jun. 11th, 2012 09:39 pm (UTC)
Oh, thank you! I'm pleased to know you liked it! <3 <3
Jun. 13th, 2012 03:04 am (UTC)
I'm joining the masses and commenting on this fic because it's a masterpiece.

I stumbled on this after trolling through tumblr. (You're fic comes highly recommended!)

Good lord, this is great. I love how much detail you put into your little world.

I'll just start with your characters.

Blaine... God I love how you did him. You made him completely smitten with Kurt-like in canono-but also so broken from his father. The relationship he had with his other firemen was also great. I loved the natural leader you made him-because I hated how season three just dropped that part of him. He had a wonderful, quiet strength that I so admire from the character on the show, and his constant support to everyone he loved or looked at as a friend.

Kurt, I fell in love with him the minute he spoke. You had his point of view so perfect. He was funny as hell, spunky, unsure, and a diva to the end. I loved how he knew cars but loved to sew. I agree with Blaine, he's my most favorite thing.

Everyone else was so spot onto, Rachel, Finn, Burt, Carole, David, Wes, everyone.

Their interaction was perfect as well. the relationship with Rachel and Kurt, the way they were so comfortable living with each other. you captured their relationship really well. Klaine was beautiful, romantic, and so wonderful. I LOVED them. I will reread this more times than I would like to admit. It was pricless and so well written.
Jun. 13th, 2012 01:58 pm (UTC)
Re: Wowsers!
Well, if this isn't the best wake up comment, I don't know what is!

I'm unbelievably happy to hear that you found their characterizations accurate. That's truly my #1 goal. (I mean, if it's not going to be Blaine and Kurt from Glee I'm writing, why call them Blaine and Kurt?)

(I get chatty.) I had to think about who Blaine was before he met Kurt: dapper, friendly, puts on a controlled face with his friends, who he's close with. He never had a Kurt that would let him fall apart a little (and still love him.) Which is why he falls so hard for him here.

I love love LOVE Rachel and Kurt as BFFs and have the best time writing them, so that's gratifying to know, as well!

Thank you so much. You just started off my day in the best way. <3
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Are You Actually

Reading this? I'm just curious. Because that's really detail-oriented of you. Feel free to stop reading. But you can see that there's more here, so are you going to keep reading? Really? That's pretty dedicated. I'm impressed. No, really. I'm not being sarcastic, why do you get like that? See, this is the problem I have with your mother - yes. YES. I'm going there. It's time we put all of our cards on the table.

I love you, why are you doing this? After all we've been through? You don't have to be like this. You know, still reading. You could be baking a pie. And then sharing it with me.

Time Wot It Is

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