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Title: Conflicts of the unloved (1/?)
Pairing: D'orli (eventually)
Rating: Pg-13/R (language)
Summary: Dominic is a German officer in control of a Greek town during WWII
Disclaimer: this clearly never happened been as neither Dominic nor Orlando were alive during World War II Also, I DO NOT IN ANYWAY AGREE WITH THE CAUSES OF WWII. I DO NOT CONDONE THE HATRED OF ANYONE NO MATTER WHO THEY ARE.
Author: me, Billylovesdom@hotmail.com
AN: This was written because I wanted to write something truly fucking touching. And hopefully, that’s what this is, TRULY TOUCHING. I didn’t write this because Chanukah is coming up. I didn’t write this because I hate Germans. I didn’t write this because I wanted to piss people off. I wrote this because I wanted to write a touching story. Sure it never happened, but that doesn’t mean I can’t fantasize about it. And if you don't like it, I’m sorry I really am. you've been warned about the content any racial slurs found in here are in here purely to prove ignorance of the people that say them. To show the hatred that was so prevalent in WWII. My intention is not to hurt anyone, but to try and show a story that I hope is beautifully written. Spun off from this
Feedback: Not necessary but appreciated
Dominic walked down the street of the town they were in. He didn’t know the name. He hadn’t paid that much attention. It was a decent town, nothing spectacular, but decent. He walked quietly glad to not be bothered with the nonsense at base. He noticed the glares he kept getting from various townsfolk. Glares he deserved. He was a horrible person and if his men hadn’t have taken away the guns from them he’d beg them to shoot him. Shoot him dead.
He walked, head still held high. Despite how he felt, he couldn’t let them know how he felt, couldn’t let them know that he knew he was a horrible person. He continued his walk, taking in the beautiful countryside that war hadn’t ravaged yet.
(---)
Isabella crawled away from her fathers’ arms and went and stood on the porch. It was hot in the house and she wanted to see what was outside anyways, her dog was barking at something. She brushed her curls back as she saw the man coming down the street. He was dressed like those men she wasn’t supposed to go near, but he…he…seemed nice just by looking at him. She bravely stepped off the porch and went over to her small puppy. A black Lab that her father had gotten her before the Germans came and took everything.
Her dog stood in front of her and growled when the man stopped at the gate at the end of the walkway. He smiled at her and spoke softly in German. “What is your name?”
She stared at him confused. He bit his lip and asked in English. She didn’t respond. He didn’t know Greek. He knew German, English, Spanish and bits of Italian. He looked at her and tried to figure if she knew one of the other two. She finally spoke up in a soft, quiet Spanish lilt. “Why are you here?”
He grinned. She spoke Spanish and probably Greek. Smart young girl. “Because my boss told me to come here.”
“But why?”
“I don’t know. I have to do as I’m told…or my family gets hurt.”
“My mommy was hurt.”
It hit Dominic right then. This was the girl that the mother was trying to get food for. He internally groaned. “What happened?”
“She went to get me something to eat…because I was hungry. They shot her.”
Dominic stared at her. She had intense blue eyes, beautiful brown curls. She was the most beautiful little girl he’d ever seen. “What is your name?”
“Isabella Bloom.”
He smiled. “Age?”
“Four-years-old. Although I turn five in two months.”
“Five, you’ll practically be grown then.”
She giggled and shook her head. “My daddy wants to move, but he says we can’t.”
“Why?”
“Because the Germans’ took everything. The money and the stuff. We don’t have anything to get out of the country with. Plus he said they’d never let us leave. Aren’t you a German?”
Dominic bit his lip. “Yes, I am.”
“Why?”
“Because I was born in Berlin, a place in Germany.”
“No, why do you kill?”
“Because I’m told to.”
“Do you do everything your told?”
Dominic stared at her. Her questions were innocent. Almost sweet and angelic. She was purely curious as to why he was who he was and he did what he did. She was staring at him with those sharp intense blue eyes. He stared at her. “If I don’t do what I’m told I’ll be killed.”
He crouched in front of her, at some point he had gotten to where he was three feet from the young Greek/Spanish girl. She bit her lip as if trying to find the next question to ask him. She turned around when the door slammed. “Isabella, get back in the house.”
She turned back to Dominic. “What’s your name?”
“Dominic. Dominic Monaghan.”
She ran back to her father and hid behind his leg. Orlando looked at the man and asked him in German, “Have you come to take my daughter as well?”
Dominics’ eyebrows shot up. “No. I was walking and asked her what her name was. And I shall now ask you, what is your name?”
“Orlando. Orlando Bloom.”
Dominic bit his lip. His name had been on many of the things they had found in the bank ledgers, leading Dominic to believe he was a rich man before Dominic had destroyed that. Dominic looked at him again, hard blue-gray eyes, trying to mask his emotion. “Good day to you sir. Keep your daughter in your house, others are not as kind as I am.”
Dominic turned and left.
Orlando picked up Isabella and sat her down in the kitchen. He switched to Greek. “Why did you go outside, Bella?”
“Because my puppy was barking.”
He looked at her. “Bella, you know you weren’t supposed to be outside. I told you to stay in the house.”
“I know Daddy.”
He looked at her and sighed. “I can’t stay mad at you, can I?”
She grinned and shook her head. “Of course you can’t!”
He laughed and hugged her. “You going to help me with some lunch?”
She nodded and helped him make their small lunch. He watched as she chewed a piece of bread and then sipped her water. “Daddy?”
“Yes?”
“Why do the Germans’ kill?”
“Because Hitler hates people.”
“But why?”
“I don’t know, love, I don’t know.”
“Why don’t you know’?”
He stared at her. “Because I’m not evil like Hitler.”
“Oh.”
She finished her food and came over and crawled into his lap. “I love you, daddy.”
Orlando closed his eyes, fighting back tears. “I know you do, love, I know you do.”
He stroked her hair and smiled when she tangled two fingers into his curls. The two of them sat quietly and he held her, trying to think of anyway to save her from this horrible war and place and the things she would more than likely see. He couldn’t think of one way that would be safe for her.
(---)
Weeks went by with Orlando and Bella being kept out of the Germans’ way, they were pretty much not even thought about. Orlando kept Bella around the house, trying to keep life as normal as possible for her. He knew she wanted to go see her friends but things weren’t safe any more, he refused to let her out of the house with out him and she hated it.
Bella was sick of it. She wanted to play outside, so while her father slept she crept out of his grasp and slipped outside, a small doll clutched in her grasp. She was almost five and should be allowed to go outside by herself. What could happen? She walked down the walk and out the gate, tentatively at first and then with more confidence. She was heading to one of her friends houses, near the base that the Germans’ had set up.
She got there and found that the girl couldn’t come out and play. Her mother told her to “go back to her father.” Bella was confused. She clutched her doll and sat down at the end of the friends’ walkway. She wanted to do something that didn’t involve her father. Girls wanted to be with girls sometimes. Or at least someone other than a father.
The two German soldiers approached her, grinning to each other. “What do we have here?” One said in thick German. “Why, nothing more than a Greek rat.” The other responded in German.
She looked up at them, confused, not knowing what they were saying. They both continued speaking and laughing at her. Finally one of them took her doll out of her hands. She cried out in Greek, “Give me back my doll!”
They continued to laugh at her and walked off with her doll. She followed them crying and begging in Greek for them to hand back her doll. One of the men pulled out his pocketknife and took the doll in the other hand. Bella cried out.
Orlando came running up, “Bella!”
He picked her up and looked at the two German officers. “Please, sirs,” he asked humbly in German. “Give my daughter her doll back. It’s all she’s got.”
The two Germans’ laughed at him. “We’ll do as we please with it.”
Orlando sat Bella down and pushed her behind him. “All she wants is her doll, how is that hurting you?”
“Maybe I have a daughter and I’d like to send it to her.” One of them said.
The other chimed in. “Maybe he’s got jewels or gold hidden in it. Cut it open.”
Orlando begged, to no avail. Finally he reached for the doll only for the one who didn’t have the doll to backhand him and send him sprawling to the ground. “Fucking whelp! Shred it good!”
The one who had hit him kicked him hard before another man came over. “What is going on?”
“He tried to attack him sir.”
Bella cried out, “Daddy!”
The man who had struck her father picked her up and carried her away, towards the prison. The man who had approached the spectacle hand cuffed her father and dragged him that way as well. The man with the doll shredded it, leaving the cotton, feather and yarn mess in the mud and filth of the street.
The guards threw Orlando in one cell and across the way stuck the four-year-old girl. They laughed as if killing the mother of this family and then separating the remaining two was funny. She looked at her father who was almost sitting up, hands cuffed in front of him. He looked at her. “Bella…I told you not to leave the house.”
She wept and whispered “Daddy” repeatedly. He stared at her helplessly. Wishing that he could get to her. Her small hands were stuck through the bars, trying to get to him so desperately. She wished she had chosen to listen to her father now. Knew that if she had they wouldn’t be here. She cried until she fell asleep against the bars. Orlando pressed his head against them, staring as she slept.
Hours passed with them in the cell until finally a person Orlando hadn’t seen before walked in and unlocked Bellas’ cell. He picked her up and cradled her carefully in his arms. Orlando stood. “Where are you taking her?”
The man looked at Orlando, almost sympathetically. “To the captain. He wishes to see her for some reason.”
“Monaghan?”
The man nodded and walked out of the cell with Orlandos’ daughter. Orlando screamed and kicked the wall, finally flopping against the small pile of blankets in the corner to sob and curse. None of this was fair. She was his baby girl, all he had left of her mother. All he had left of his life. Why would they take her, why would they make him watch her cry from such a short distance? Why?
(---)
Bella woke up when she suddenly felt warm and not cold. She also felt comfortable and not like she was sleeping in an awkward position. She opened her eyes and found her self in a very big bed in a very warm room. “Daddy?”
She heard a soft chuckled form near the fire. She sat up. Her clothes were even different. The voice came out in a decent Spanish. “No, I’m not your daddy.”
“Dominic?”
“Yes, I’m Dominic. How are you Isabella?”
“I want my daddy!”
He sighed. “I know. But I need to talk to you before I can arrange for you to be with him.”
“What do you want to talk about?”
Dominic sat on the bed and helped her sit up, tucking the covers around her and handing her a child-sized mug of something that smelt delicious. She observed it skeptically and looked at him. He chuckled. “Go ahead. It’s hot chocolate. Have you never had it?”
She shook her head. “No.”
He chuckled again. “Go ahead. It’s good.”
She sipped it and grinned. It was delicious. She drank it greedily, finishing the cup and then looking at her. He laughed and pulled out his handkerchief and wiped her mouth. She smiled at him, red cheeks, bright blue eyes and gorgeous curls. He smiled. “Now then, Isabella…”
”Bella. Friends call me Bella.”
He chuckled. “I’m a friend?” She nodded. “But I’m German.”
“But you’re nice.”
He chuckled again. “Bella, I need you to tell me what happened.”
Bella told him the whole story of how she sat down outside her friends and they soldiers took her doll. How her father reached for the doll and how they hit him and kicked him. Dominic listened to her and finally smiled. “Okay then. I think, in a little while, I’ll get your father for you.”
She grinned, “Why not now though?”
“Because I wanted to talk to you.”
“Okay.”
The two talked and played, forgetting time. He finally wore Bella out again and she curled into his lap in front of the fire to sleep. She didn’t care what her father said; Dominic was a very nice man. Even if he was German. Dominic stroked her hair and smiled at her, letting her curl against him to sleep. He’d have her father in her in the morning for her. He’d talk to the soldiers and her father and sort everything out, hopefully. Until everything was figured out and her father could go home, she would stay with him.
Pairing: D'orli (eventually)
Rating: Pg-13/R (language)
Summary: Dominic is a German officer in control of a Greek town during WWII
Disclaimer: this clearly never happened been as neither Dominic nor Orlando were alive during World War II Also, I DO NOT IN ANYWAY AGREE WITH THE CAUSES OF WWII. I DO NOT CONDONE THE HATRED OF ANYONE NO MATTER WHO THEY ARE.
Author: me, Billylovesdom@hotmail.com
AN: This was written because I wanted to write something truly fucking touching. And hopefully, that’s what this is, TRULY TOUCHING. I didn’t write this because Chanukah is coming up. I didn’t write this because I hate Germans. I didn’t write this because I wanted to piss people off. I wrote this because I wanted to write a touching story. Sure it never happened, but that doesn’t mean I can’t fantasize about it. And if you don't like it, I’m sorry I really am. you've been warned about the content any racial slurs found in here are in here purely to prove ignorance of the people that say them. To show the hatred that was so prevalent in WWII. My intention is not to hurt anyone, but to try and show a story that I hope is beautifully written. Spun off from this
Feedback: Not necessary but appreciated
Dominic walked down the street of the town they were in. He didn’t know the name. He hadn’t paid that much attention. It was a decent town, nothing spectacular, but decent. He walked quietly glad to not be bothered with the nonsense at base. He noticed the glares he kept getting from various townsfolk. Glares he deserved. He was a horrible person and if his men hadn’t have taken away the guns from them he’d beg them to shoot him. Shoot him dead.
He walked, head still held high. Despite how he felt, he couldn’t let them know how he felt, couldn’t let them know that he knew he was a horrible person. He continued his walk, taking in the beautiful countryside that war hadn’t ravaged yet.
(---)
Isabella crawled away from her fathers’ arms and went and stood on the porch. It was hot in the house and she wanted to see what was outside anyways, her dog was barking at something. She brushed her curls back as she saw the man coming down the street. He was dressed like those men she wasn’t supposed to go near, but he…he…seemed nice just by looking at him. She bravely stepped off the porch and went over to her small puppy. A black Lab that her father had gotten her before the Germans came and took everything.
Her dog stood in front of her and growled when the man stopped at the gate at the end of the walkway. He smiled at her and spoke softly in German. “What is your name?”
She stared at him confused. He bit his lip and asked in English. She didn’t respond. He didn’t know Greek. He knew German, English, Spanish and bits of Italian. He looked at her and tried to figure if she knew one of the other two. She finally spoke up in a soft, quiet Spanish lilt. “Why are you here?”
He grinned. She spoke Spanish and probably Greek. Smart young girl. “Because my boss told me to come here.”
“But why?”
“I don’t know. I have to do as I’m told…or my family gets hurt.”
“My mommy was hurt.”
It hit Dominic right then. This was the girl that the mother was trying to get food for. He internally groaned. “What happened?”
“She went to get me something to eat…because I was hungry. They shot her.”
Dominic stared at her. She had intense blue eyes, beautiful brown curls. She was the most beautiful little girl he’d ever seen. “What is your name?”
“Isabella Bloom.”
He smiled. “Age?”
“Four-years-old. Although I turn five in two months.”
“Five, you’ll practically be grown then.”
She giggled and shook her head. “My daddy wants to move, but he says we can’t.”
“Why?”
“Because the Germans’ took everything. The money and the stuff. We don’t have anything to get out of the country with. Plus he said they’d never let us leave. Aren’t you a German?”
Dominic bit his lip. “Yes, I am.”
“Why?”
“Because I was born in Berlin, a place in Germany.”
“No, why do you kill?”
“Because I’m told to.”
“Do you do everything your told?”
Dominic stared at her. Her questions were innocent. Almost sweet and angelic. She was purely curious as to why he was who he was and he did what he did. She was staring at him with those sharp intense blue eyes. He stared at her. “If I don’t do what I’m told I’ll be killed.”
He crouched in front of her, at some point he had gotten to where he was three feet from the young Greek/Spanish girl. She bit her lip as if trying to find the next question to ask him. She turned around when the door slammed. “Isabella, get back in the house.”
She turned back to Dominic. “What’s your name?”
“Dominic. Dominic Monaghan.”
She ran back to her father and hid behind his leg. Orlando looked at the man and asked him in German, “Have you come to take my daughter as well?”
Dominics’ eyebrows shot up. “No. I was walking and asked her what her name was. And I shall now ask you, what is your name?”
“Orlando. Orlando Bloom.”
Dominic bit his lip. His name had been on many of the things they had found in the bank ledgers, leading Dominic to believe he was a rich man before Dominic had destroyed that. Dominic looked at him again, hard blue-gray eyes, trying to mask his emotion. “Good day to you sir. Keep your daughter in your house, others are not as kind as I am.”
Dominic turned and left.
Orlando picked up Isabella and sat her down in the kitchen. He switched to Greek. “Why did you go outside, Bella?”
“Because my puppy was barking.”
He looked at her. “Bella, you know you weren’t supposed to be outside. I told you to stay in the house.”
“I know Daddy.”
He looked at her and sighed. “I can’t stay mad at you, can I?”
She grinned and shook her head. “Of course you can’t!”
He laughed and hugged her. “You going to help me with some lunch?”
She nodded and helped him make their small lunch. He watched as she chewed a piece of bread and then sipped her water. “Daddy?”
“Yes?”
“Why do the Germans’ kill?”
“Because Hitler hates people.”
“But why?”
“I don’t know, love, I don’t know.”
“Why don’t you know’?”
He stared at her. “Because I’m not evil like Hitler.”
“Oh.”
She finished her food and came over and crawled into his lap. “I love you, daddy.”
Orlando closed his eyes, fighting back tears. “I know you do, love, I know you do.”
He stroked her hair and smiled when she tangled two fingers into his curls. The two of them sat quietly and he held her, trying to think of anyway to save her from this horrible war and place and the things she would more than likely see. He couldn’t think of one way that would be safe for her.
(---)
Weeks went by with Orlando and Bella being kept out of the Germans’ way, they were pretty much not even thought about. Orlando kept Bella around the house, trying to keep life as normal as possible for her. He knew she wanted to go see her friends but things weren’t safe any more, he refused to let her out of the house with out him and she hated it.
Bella was sick of it. She wanted to play outside, so while her father slept she crept out of his grasp and slipped outside, a small doll clutched in her grasp. She was almost five and should be allowed to go outside by herself. What could happen? She walked down the walk and out the gate, tentatively at first and then with more confidence. She was heading to one of her friends houses, near the base that the Germans’ had set up.
She got there and found that the girl couldn’t come out and play. Her mother told her to “go back to her father.” Bella was confused. She clutched her doll and sat down at the end of the friends’ walkway. She wanted to do something that didn’t involve her father. Girls wanted to be with girls sometimes. Or at least someone other than a father.
The two German soldiers approached her, grinning to each other. “What do we have here?” One said in thick German. “Why, nothing more than a Greek rat.” The other responded in German.
She looked up at them, confused, not knowing what they were saying. They both continued speaking and laughing at her. Finally one of them took her doll out of her hands. She cried out in Greek, “Give me back my doll!”
They continued to laugh at her and walked off with her doll. She followed them crying and begging in Greek for them to hand back her doll. One of the men pulled out his pocketknife and took the doll in the other hand. Bella cried out.
Orlando came running up, “Bella!”
He picked her up and looked at the two German officers. “Please, sirs,” he asked humbly in German. “Give my daughter her doll back. It’s all she’s got.”
The two Germans’ laughed at him. “We’ll do as we please with it.”
Orlando sat Bella down and pushed her behind him. “All she wants is her doll, how is that hurting you?”
“Maybe I have a daughter and I’d like to send it to her.” One of them said.
The other chimed in. “Maybe he’s got jewels or gold hidden in it. Cut it open.”
Orlando begged, to no avail. Finally he reached for the doll only for the one who didn’t have the doll to backhand him and send him sprawling to the ground. “Fucking whelp! Shred it good!”
The one who had hit him kicked him hard before another man came over. “What is going on?”
“He tried to attack him sir.”
Bella cried out, “Daddy!”
The man who had struck her father picked her up and carried her away, towards the prison. The man who had approached the spectacle hand cuffed her father and dragged him that way as well. The man with the doll shredded it, leaving the cotton, feather and yarn mess in the mud and filth of the street.
The guards threw Orlando in one cell and across the way stuck the four-year-old girl. They laughed as if killing the mother of this family and then separating the remaining two was funny. She looked at her father who was almost sitting up, hands cuffed in front of him. He looked at her. “Bella…I told you not to leave the house.”
She wept and whispered “Daddy” repeatedly. He stared at her helplessly. Wishing that he could get to her. Her small hands were stuck through the bars, trying to get to him so desperately. She wished she had chosen to listen to her father now. Knew that if she had they wouldn’t be here. She cried until she fell asleep against the bars. Orlando pressed his head against them, staring as she slept.
Hours passed with them in the cell until finally a person Orlando hadn’t seen before walked in and unlocked Bellas’ cell. He picked her up and cradled her carefully in his arms. Orlando stood. “Where are you taking her?”
The man looked at Orlando, almost sympathetically. “To the captain. He wishes to see her for some reason.”
“Monaghan?”
The man nodded and walked out of the cell with Orlandos’ daughter. Orlando screamed and kicked the wall, finally flopping against the small pile of blankets in the corner to sob and curse. None of this was fair. She was his baby girl, all he had left of her mother. All he had left of his life. Why would they take her, why would they make him watch her cry from such a short distance? Why?
(---)
Bella woke up when she suddenly felt warm and not cold. She also felt comfortable and not like she was sleeping in an awkward position. She opened her eyes and found her self in a very big bed in a very warm room. “Daddy?”
She heard a soft chuckled form near the fire. She sat up. Her clothes were even different. The voice came out in a decent Spanish. “No, I’m not your daddy.”
“Dominic?”
“Yes, I’m Dominic. How are you Isabella?”
“I want my daddy!”
He sighed. “I know. But I need to talk to you before I can arrange for you to be with him.”
“What do you want to talk about?”
Dominic sat on the bed and helped her sit up, tucking the covers around her and handing her a child-sized mug of something that smelt delicious. She observed it skeptically and looked at him. He chuckled. “Go ahead. It’s hot chocolate. Have you never had it?”
She shook her head. “No.”
He chuckled again. “Go ahead. It’s good.”
She sipped it and grinned. It was delicious. She drank it greedily, finishing the cup and then looking at her. He laughed and pulled out his handkerchief and wiped her mouth. She smiled at him, red cheeks, bright blue eyes and gorgeous curls. He smiled. “Now then, Isabella…”
”Bella. Friends call me Bella.”
He chuckled. “I’m a friend?” She nodded. “But I’m German.”
“But you’re nice.”
He chuckled again. “Bella, I need you to tell me what happened.”
Bella told him the whole story of how she sat down outside her friends and they soldiers took her doll. How her father reached for the doll and how they hit him and kicked him. Dominic listened to her and finally smiled. “Okay then. I think, in a little while, I’ll get your father for you.”
She grinned, “Why not now though?”
“Because I wanted to talk to you.”
“Okay.”
The two talked and played, forgetting time. He finally wore Bella out again and she curled into his lap in front of the fire to sleep. She didn’t care what her father said; Dominic was a very nice man. Even if he was German. Dominic stroked her hair and smiled at her, letting her curl against him to sleep. He’d have her father in her in the morning for her. He’d talk to the soldiers and her father and sort everything out, hopefully. Until everything was figured out and her father could go home, she would stay with him.
Beware of the rambler - I couldn't stop:)
Still, I think this is a great story, and you should definitely keep writing and posting. Your characterizaitons are beautifully done, and especially Dominic. Some people might like to think of all the Germans from those days as evil Nazi's, and some might go in quite the opposite direction - I think you describe wonderfully how not all Germans chose to do what they did. (My great grandfather spoke with a German soldier during the occupation of Norway. This particular soldier had been forced out in a war he'd never wanted for to happen, and was crying while showing pictures of his wife and children. All bastards? I think not. But at least this soldier was lucky to come to a country that barely saw war at all. We were held under control, but no actual war actions took place after the first month or so)
Anyway, I'm rambling on here. I just wanted you to know what I think of this, but got a bit carried away. It is a difficult thing to handle, this, but I think you're doing a great job!
Re: Beware of the rambler - I couldn't stop:)
but not only have people i dont know began to yell at me for it but people i dont know as well. so i may not be writing anymore even though i personally am in loev with bella.
Re: Beware of the rambler - I couldn't stop:)
But you did get quite a few encouraging comments too - listen to us who like it, and delete (if you can? Don't know if you can delete comments that aren't you own, even if their written in your journal) those who tell you off for whatever reason they find good enough. That'll teach them!
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Loved it, Lacy, would write more but I'm tired.
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I can't wait for the next part.. there is going to be one right?
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This is a good story...if the people can't read the Warnings then they shouldn't be reading the Story.
besides we must find out what happens to Bella.
;) :)
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*knows I'm utterly wrong*
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