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Shorty Breaks
It was that ticklish sensation you get when in a sterilisation field rather than the slight smell of ozone that roused Flight Lieutenant Dani Wagner, best known as Shorty, from her rest. For some, this feeling was something relaxing and meant their stay in the ward was pleasant. For Dani, it never had been something she liked, even before she discovered the static feeling it left in ones fur.
Pulling herself up, it was the slight tugging feeling that could only come from wearing those absolutely horrible hospital gowns that all but confirmed that she was in the medical wing of the IAN Argentoratum again. While it might have been a while since she last was here after getting medically cleared to transfer onboard, there was always a little something she found off putting about places like this, and it wasn’t the yellow coloured blanket. Or was it pink?
Shorty usually wore glasses enchanted to correct for her protanopia, the inability to see red. The glass frames interacted with her visual cortex and created a visual overlay that coloured in the image she was looking at in the correct hues. She had a similar system built into her helmet when she flew her fighter.
Unfortunately, she wasn’t wearing them right now it seemed, and anything red around her tended to look more like a murky yellow.
“Hey.” Came the tired sound of a familiar voice to her right side.
Turning her head, Shorty found herself facing arguably her best friend (or perhaps her greatest nemesis at times) and roommate, Lieutenant Commander Michelle Wildingham. Like many other members of the Naval forces, she was a Grey Vixen sub-form of around average height.
Which meant Michelle absolutely towered over Dani, even before you saw her with any one of her massive collection of crazy hats. It was a passion that helped Shorty get to know Michelle, since she had been wearing a striking fez the first time they meet. during their academy days, it had given birth to Fez as her nickname.
Still, as fun as the hats might be, dealing with them was a bitch of a thing whenever they scatter around the dorm.
“Hey Fez,” Shorty winced out as she shifted positions to better face the other Vixen. “So what’s the damage?”.
“Short-Shorts.” Fez tried to smile as she teased her friend, a slight reminder to a particularly prank where Fez switched Shorty’s regulation PE shorts out with a daring pair of fur-tight shorts, without Shorty noticing the switch. Shorty had retaliated by placing the drink labels of Fez’s favourite drink on a laxative aide and placing it in the fridge. Thus a legendary prank war began.
Even after all the time passed, being called by this appellation caused Shorty to pout slightly, although she wouldn’t admit to pouting if her life depended on it.
“It’s ….. not good,” Fez finally spoke, her expression almost unnaturally solem, “You were caught in a magic backlash that pretty much totalled our dorm.”
“Are my Cyber Force Vixens dat-crystals okay?” Shorty quickly asked, and Fez rolled her eyes and frowned. Shorty’s nerdiness towards the cult sentai series was well known, but this took the grain-biscuit!
“The room, those near it, and two decks both above and below you at that point in time got totalled! You were extremely lucky that not only had the hull held, which protected you from direct exposure to space, but that the main lines that run in that section withstood that little blow-out! That could have risked the whole ship! Yet after all this, you’re only worried about some stupid dat-crystals?!”
Fez paused herself, before snapping her snout closed and turning her head to the side while she blew out her anger.
“Look, you’ve been out for a week, and it didn’t look good there for a while, dire even. I was worried for you. Sorry.”
Shorty took the time to take a closer look at her friend. She did seem a bit overstrung, and there was a slight darkening to the fur around her eyes, more so than a lack of sleep could have caused.
“I’m sorry,” she apologised, “Do we know what caused the backlash?”
“Yeah …” Fez took a breath, “This is a bit complicated, so I’ll need you to just listen, alright? Even if it’s stuff you already know.”
Shorty frowned. She had a slight impatience for being told things she already knew, but nodded at Fez’s request.
“Okay,” Fez quickly glanced around the curtained off area before continuing, “This sort of starts way back when the Amissian Empire first started using widespread transformation to alter the forms of it’s warriors from standard human into vixen.”
Shorty nodded. The entirety of the Armed Forces, from Infantry to Navy to Space Wing, were vixens, save a few Special Forces teams. The official reason was that the female brain architecture mixed with the cunning of a fox resulted in a gestalt effect, creating the ultimate ‘can do anything’ soldier, a capable warrior, equal parts compassion and ferocity.
It was Shorty’s opinion that this was bullshit.
“It was discovered a few of the males transformed would be extremely uncomfortably in their new female bodies, even after the ability to instill a more female mindset during the transformation became mandatory.”
Shorty sniffed. She knew where this was going.
“Eventually it was released to the public that this was a mental issue caused by the men in question having a strong mental self image.”
“Gendis,” Shorty interrupted. She had Gendis herself, although she’d come a long way to the point of getting used to using female pronouns to describe herself, and having to deal with … feminine issues, she was avidly counting down the days until she finished her decade long tour of duty and could return to her male birth form.
“Yes, Gendis,” Fez nodded, then smiled a bit “Although don’t interrupt.”
Shorty did the professional military thing, brought herself to a more military posture, and then stuck her tongue out in a childlike manner.
“For the most part, the strong mental image issue was true,” Fez continued on, resisting the urge to retaliate by akanbe, the art of pulling down an eyelid whilst sticking out your tongue, “However … Well let’s just say that a few people suffering from Gendis had a similar, but different condition. Tell me Dani, have you ever cast a magic spell?”
Shorty jerked slightly at the use of her official name. She’d changed it from Danny for the duration of her military tour, but was planning on using the more mature sounding ‘Dan’ when she was transformed back.
“Er,” Shorty casually brought up her right paw, and was not too terribly surprised to see the new adornment on it, “I kinda used a transformation spell to give myself a fur tattoo. Just before the backlash. Did it ……?”
Fez looked at her friend a little sadly, but looked at the fur tattoo. Unlike a tattoo a normal human would receive, where either indelible ink was injected into the dermis layer of the skin, or the more safe way of altering the colour of the dermis by magic, fur tattoos were slightly different.
Fur tattoos worked by altering the levels of eumelanin and pheomelanin in the hair follicles, thereby altering the colour of the fur. It was a very low powered spell, but took a bit of concentration to do, and the best results where on the sections of the body that had very short fur, such as the face or the back of the paw.
“It’s nice,” Fez said, looking at Shorty’s paw, which now had a circle with a three part triangle within it, each having a line starting at their base and extending out beyond the circle slightly, “It have a meaning?”
“I asked that non-com seer down in maintenance …” Shorty began, whilst tracing the circle.
“The one you have a massive crush on?” Fez teased.
“I don’t have a crush on her, Fez,” Shorty rebutted, “She has a crush on you, though.”
Fez rubbed her chin speculatively for a second.
“Anyway, she said that my life would be changed with this symbol and drew it down for me. I decided to use the tattoo spell to put it on my hand,” Shorty then frowned, “You’re stalling.”
“Yeah,” Fez sighed “But I need to know if prior to that simple spell you cast anything at all. I’ve got a pretty good idea what the answer is, but I need to know to confirm.”
“No,” Shorty replied, “My parents had my magic levels checked when I was young, and I didn’t register at more than just above mundane level.”
“Snap!” Fez gave a slight snort, and grinned, although with a slight pained look, “How’d your parents take it?”
“They were pretty cool about it,” Shorty admitted, “Although they wouldn’t mind having a mage in the family, we’ve had fighter pilots for 4 generations. Even with my slight colour-blindness, I wanted to continue that streak.”
“Lucky,” Fez muttered slightly under her breath, before moving on, “The reason I ask is because there a few Gendis sufferers who likewise had a low magic power level, and never cast spells until they left the service. Have you ever heard of the Devastators?”
“Yeah,” Shorty shuddered and nodded, “Damn powerful mages, but they have little to no control, and can only blast out raw magic at people. They’re pretty much segregated from society as raw magic can be a little unpredictable.”
“It’s not so much that they’re powerful,” Fez interrupted, “It’s got more to do with the fact they recover magic in a different way to usual mages. Most mages subconsciously draw on the quantum strings to replenish their magic stores. Devastators have a block around their magical core that prevents them drawing magic within themselves, as a result they need to generate their own magic to replenish the magic floating around their system they received from their mother.”
Shorty was getting a bad feeling she knew where this was going. She was doing that a lot lately, although if anyone said it was her ‘feminine intuition’ she would have killed them and hidden the body in the septic system. That is, if she even wanted them to find the body at some stage.
“If the Devastator does not express a special ability, or uses spells from an early age, the magic within starts to build up pressure ….”
“Until they do something stupid like casting a low level transformation spell, right?” Shorty interrupted, “Which would cause a backlash of magic?”
Fez nodded, letting her friend have a moment to digest this piece of knowledge.
“I’m a Devastator,” said Shorty looking down at her lap.
“Not quite,” Fez shook her head, “Your magic ‘emerged’ early enough that you can get some training to control it before you actually reach the levels of power a Devastator usually wields.”
Fez bit her lip and continued.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, Dani.” Fez once more lowered her head, as if trying to cover up the tears she knew are building up.
“What for?” Shorty looked a little confused, “I mean you just said ….”
“I should have warned you before,” Fez replied, “Most people with the potential to be Devastators get assigned people to watch them. I convinced the hierarchy to let me keep an eye on you once I found out you had Gendis, I never thought you’d actually emerge. This...this is my fault.”
“Wait …” Shorty held up her paw, “Is this why you’ve always been assigned the same ship and the same room as me?”
Fez nodded.
“But even so, why are you sorry?”
“Shorty,” Fez grabbed her hand, “You’re not going to be allowed to fly again until you can prove you can control your magic. And even then, you’re now too much of an asset to be a frontline fighter jockey. Your flying career, I’m sorry to say, is effectively over now.”
Shorty rocked back slightly, emotionally hurting. Flying was her life, it was in her blood.
“There’s more,” Fez looked away, a tear starting to roll down her snout “The amount of raw magic flowing through your body during your emergence pushed all the active magic alien to your body out and replaced it with your own. You’re …….. you’re not going to like this.”
“Tell me,” Shorty all but demanded, shock going through her at how emotional her usually jovial friend was, “Please.”
“Your magic is keeping your body healthy, but it’s constantly on, and it will repel any magic that affects you. Essentially you can’t be hurt by magic anymore, but you can’t be healed with it either. And …”
Fez paused, trying to muster her strength to impart this final blow.
“What!? What could possibly ….”
“You’re locked. Your magic is preventing transformation magic from being used on you. You’re going to be,” Fez voice hitched slightly, she paused and continued, “You’re going to be a vixen for the rest of your life. You can’t be changed back to what you were before you signed up. I’m … I’m so sorry.”
Shorty drew up her knees, and let her arms dangle limply to the yellow (or was it pink?) shaded blanket she was under. Her hands grabbed it, and scrunched it up as they formed fists. Fez wrapped her arms around her friend and drew her into a hug.
“I’m so, so, sorry Dani,” She whispered.
Shorty broke.
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Written by Daffyd "KillerFish" Wagstaff
Editted by Henry "Affie" Patterson
This story takes place prior to the invasion of Earth by the Amissian Empire.
The companion image for this story: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/11801784/
Two dA links;
Story: #
Image: #
Weasyl links;
Image: https://www.weasyl.com/submission/239548
It was that ticklish sensation you get when in a sterilisation field rather than the slight smell of ozone that roused Flight Lieutenant Dani Wagner, best known as Shorty, from her rest. For some, this feeling was something relaxing and meant their stay in the ward was pleasant. For Dani, it never had been something she liked, even before she discovered the static feeling it left in ones fur.
Pulling herself up, it was the slight tugging feeling that could only come from wearing those absolutely horrible hospital gowns that all but confirmed that she was in the medical wing of the IAN Argentoratum again. While it might have been a while since she last was here after getting medically cleared to transfer onboard, there was always a little something she found off putting about places like this, and it wasn’t the yellow coloured blanket. Or was it pink?
Shorty usually wore glasses enchanted to correct for her protanopia, the inability to see red. The glass frames interacted with her visual cortex and created a visual overlay that coloured in the image she was looking at in the correct hues. She had a similar system built into her helmet when she flew her fighter.
Unfortunately, she wasn’t wearing them right now it seemed, and anything red around her tended to look more like a murky yellow.
“Hey.” Came the tired sound of a familiar voice to her right side.
Turning her head, Shorty found herself facing arguably her best friend (or perhaps her greatest nemesis at times) and roommate, Lieutenant Commander Michelle Wildingham. Like many other members of the Naval forces, she was a Grey Vixen sub-form of around average height.
Which meant Michelle absolutely towered over Dani, even before you saw her with any one of her massive collection of crazy hats. It was a passion that helped Shorty get to know Michelle, since she had been wearing a striking fez the first time they meet. during their academy days, it had given birth to Fez as her nickname.
Still, as fun as the hats might be, dealing with them was a bitch of a thing whenever they scatter around the dorm.
“Hey Fez,” Shorty winced out as she shifted positions to better face the other Vixen. “So what’s the damage?”.
“Short-Shorts.” Fez tried to smile as she teased her friend, a slight reminder to a particularly prank where Fez switched Shorty’s regulation PE shorts out with a daring pair of fur-tight shorts, without Shorty noticing the switch. Shorty had retaliated by placing the drink labels of Fez’s favourite drink on a laxative aide and placing it in the fridge. Thus a legendary prank war began.
Even after all the time passed, being called by this appellation caused Shorty to pout slightly, although she wouldn’t admit to pouting if her life depended on it.
“It’s ….. not good,” Fez finally spoke, her expression almost unnaturally solem, “You were caught in a magic backlash that pretty much totalled our dorm.”
“Are my Cyber Force Vixens dat-crystals okay?” Shorty quickly asked, and Fez rolled her eyes and frowned. Shorty’s nerdiness towards the cult sentai series was well known, but this took the grain-biscuit!
“The room, those near it, and two decks both above and below you at that point in time got totalled! You were extremely lucky that not only had the hull held, which protected you from direct exposure to space, but that the main lines that run in that section withstood that little blow-out! That could have risked the whole ship! Yet after all this, you’re only worried about some stupid dat-crystals?!”
Fez paused herself, before snapping her snout closed and turning her head to the side while she blew out her anger.
“Look, you’ve been out for a week, and it didn’t look good there for a while, dire even. I was worried for you. Sorry.”
Shorty took the time to take a closer look at her friend. She did seem a bit overstrung, and there was a slight darkening to the fur around her eyes, more so than a lack of sleep could have caused.
“I’m sorry,” she apologised, “Do we know what caused the backlash?”
“Yeah …” Fez took a breath, “This is a bit complicated, so I’ll need you to just listen, alright? Even if it’s stuff you already know.”
Shorty frowned. She had a slight impatience for being told things she already knew, but nodded at Fez’s request.
“Okay,” Fez quickly glanced around the curtained off area before continuing, “This sort of starts way back when the Amissian Empire first started using widespread transformation to alter the forms of it’s warriors from standard human into vixen.”
Shorty nodded. The entirety of the Armed Forces, from Infantry to Navy to Space Wing, were vixens, save a few Special Forces teams. The official reason was that the female brain architecture mixed with the cunning of a fox resulted in a gestalt effect, creating the ultimate ‘can do anything’ soldier, a capable warrior, equal parts compassion and ferocity.
It was Shorty’s opinion that this was bullshit.
“It was discovered a few of the males transformed would be extremely uncomfortably in their new female bodies, even after the ability to instill a more female mindset during the transformation became mandatory.”
Shorty sniffed. She knew where this was going.
“Eventually it was released to the public that this was a mental issue caused by the men in question having a strong mental self image.”
“Gendis,” Shorty interrupted. She had Gendis herself, although she’d come a long way to the point of getting used to using female pronouns to describe herself, and having to deal with … feminine issues, she was avidly counting down the days until she finished her decade long tour of duty and could return to her male birth form.
“Yes, Gendis,” Fez nodded, then smiled a bit “Although don’t interrupt.”
Shorty did the professional military thing, brought herself to a more military posture, and then stuck her tongue out in a childlike manner.
“For the most part, the strong mental image issue was true,” Fez continued on, resisting the urge to retaliate by akanbe, the art of pulling down an eyelid whilst sticking out your tongue, “However … Well let’s just say that a few people suffering from Gendis had a similar, but different condition. Tell me Dani, have you ever cast a magic spell?”
Shorty jerked slightly at the use of her official name. She’d changed it from Danny for the duration of her military tour, but was planning on using the more mature sounding ‘Dan’ when she was transformed back.
“Er,” Shorty casually brought up her right paw, and was not too terribly surprised to see the new adornment on it, “I kinda used a transformation spell to give myself a fur tattoo. Just before the backlash. Did it ……?”
Fez looked at her friend a little sadly, but looked at the fur tattoo. Unlike a tattoo a normal human would receive, where either indelible ink was injected into the dermis layer of the skin, or the more safe way of altering the colour of the dermis by magic, fur tattoos were slightly different.
Fur tattoos worked by altering the levels of eumelanin and pheomelanin in the hair follicles, thereby altering the colour of the fur. It was a very low powered spell, but took a bit of concentration to do, and the best results where on the sections of the body that had very short fur, such as the face or the back of the paw.
“It’s nice,” Fez said, looking at Shorty’s paw, which now had a circle with a three part triangle within it, each having a line starting at their base and extending out beyond the circle slightly, “It have a meaning?”
“I asked that non-com seer down in maintenance …” Shorty began, whilst tracing the circle.
“The one you have a massive crush on?” Fez teased.
“I don’t have a crush on her, Fez,” Shorty rebutted, “She has a crush on you, though.”
Fez rubbed her chin speculatively for a second.
“Anyway, she said that my life would be changed with this symbol and drew it down for me. I decided to use the tattoo spell to put it on my hand,” Shorty then frowned, “You’re stalling.”
“Yeah,” Fez sighed “But I need to know if prior to that simple spell you cast anything at all. I’ve got a pretty good idea what the answer is, but I need to know to confirm.”
“No,” Shorty replied, “My parents had my magic levels checked when I was young, and I didn’t register at more than just above mundane level.”
“Snap!” Fez gave a slight snort, and grinned, although with a slight pained look, “How’d your parents take it?”
“They were pretty cool about it,” Shorty admitted, “Although they wouldn’t mind having a mage in the family, we’ve had fighter pilots for 4 generations. Even with my slight colour-blindness, I wanted to continue that streak.”
“Lucky,” Fez muttered slightly under her breath, before moving on, “The reason I ask is because there a few Gendis sufferers who likewise had a low magic power level, and never cast spells until they left the service. Have you ever heard of the Devastators?”
“Yeah,” Shorty shuddered and nodded, “Damn powerful mages, but they have little to no control, and can only blast out raw magic at people. They’re pretty much segregated from society as raw magic can be a little unpredictable.”
“It’s not so much that they’re powerful,” Fez interrupted, “It’s got more to do with the fact they recover magic in a different way to usual mages. Most mages subconsciously draw on the quantum strings to replenish their magic stores. Devastators have a block around their magical core that prevents them drawing magic within themselves, as a result they need to generate their own magic to replenish the magic floating around their system they received from their mother.”
Shorty was getting a bad feeling she knew where this was going. She was doing that a lot lately, although if anyone said it was her ‘feminine intuition’ she would have killed them and hidden the body in the septic system. That is, if she even wanted them to find the body at some stage.
“If the Devastator does not express a special ability, or uses spells from an early age, the magic within starts to build up pressure ….”
“Until they do something stupid like casting a low level transformation spell, right?” Shorty interrupted, “Which would cause a backlash of magic?”
Fez nodded, letting her friend have a moment to digest this piece of knowledge.
“I’m a Devastator,” said Shorty looking down at her lap.
“Not quite,” Fez shook her head, “Your magic ‘emerged’ early enough that you can get some training to control it before you actually reach the levels of power a Devastator usually wields.”
Fez bit her lip and continued.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, Dani.” Fez once more lowered her head, as if trying to cover up the tears she knew are building up.
“What for?” Shorty looked a little confused, “I mean you just said ….”
“I should have warned you before,” Fez replied, “Most people with the potential to be Devastators get assigned people to watch them. I convinced the hierarchy to let me keep an eye on you once I found out you had Gendis, I never thought you’d actually emerge. This...this is my fault.”
“Wait …” Shorty held up her paw, “Is this why you’ve always been assigned the same ship and the same room as me?”
Fez nodded.
“But even so, why are you sorry?”
“Shorty,” Fez grabbed her hand, “You’re not going to be allowed to fly again until you can prove you can control your magic. And even then, you’re now too much of an asset to be a frontline fighter jockey. Your flying career, I’m sorry to say, is effectively over now.”
Shorty rocked back slightly, emotionally hurting. Flying was her life, it was in her blood.
“There’s more,” Fez looked away, a tear starting to roll down her snout “The amount of raw magic flowing through your body during your emergence pushed all the active magic alien to your body out and replaced it with your own. You’re …….. you’re not going to like this.”
“Tell me,” Shorty all but demanded, shock going through her at how emotional her usually jovial friend was, “Please.”
“Your magic is keeping your body healthy, but it’s constantly on, and it will repel any magic that affects you. Essentially you can’t be hurt by magic anymore, but you can’t be healed with it either. And …”
Fez paused, trying to muster her strength to impart this final blow.
“What!? What could possibly ….”
“You’re locked. Your magic is preventing transformation magic from being used on you. You’re going to be,” Fez voice hitched slightly, she paused and continued, “You’re going to be a vixen for the rest of your life. You can’t be changed back to what you were before you signed up. I’m … I’m so sorry.”
Shorty drew up her knees, and let her arms dangle limply to the yellow (or was it pink?) shaded blanket she was under. Her hands grabbed it, and scrunched it up as they formed fists. Fez wrapped her arms around her friend and drew her into a hug.
“I’m so, so, sorry Dani,” She whispered.
Shorty broke.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Written by Daffyd "KillerFish" Wagstaff
Editted by Henry "Affie" Patterson
This story takes place prior to the invasion of Earth by the Amissian Empire.
The companion image for this story: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/11801784/
Two dA links;
Story: #
Image: #
Weasyl links;
Image: https://www.weasyl.com/submission/239548
Category Story / Transformation
Species Vulpine (Other)
Size 100 x 120px
File Size 58 kB
"Fez looked away, a tear starting to roll down her snout"
Awwww......poor Fez. Anyway, I have a few questions about that scene and it would mean so much to me if you could reply back to them:
1. When Fez cried, did her tear specifically roll down:
A: The bridge of her snout and onto the tip of her nose as she hung her head
or
B: The side of her snout diagonally and onto her lower jaw and chin
2. Exactly how would Fez react and what would she say to me if I hugged her, rubbed her back and licked that tear rolling down her snout with my tongue during the scene where she cried? Because every time I read that, I fantasize licking that tear from Fez's snout.
3. Dumb question but on a scale from 1 to 10 with 10 being the saltiest, how salty would Fez's tear taste on my tongue if I licked it directly from her snout?
4. On a scale from 1 to 10 with 1 being freezing cold and 10 being scalding hot, how warm was that tear rolling down Fez's snout?
I know these question sound weird but please please PLEASE reply back!
Awwww......poor Fez. Anyway, I have a few questions about that scene and it would mean so much to me if you could reply back to them:
1. When Fez cried, did her tear specifically roll down:
A: The bridge of her snout and onto the tip of her nose as she hung her head
or
B: The side of her snout diagonally and onto her lower jaw and chin
2. Exactly how would Fez react and what would she say to me if I hugged her, rubbed her back and licked that tear rolling down her snout with my tongue during the scene where she cried? Because every time I read that, I fantasize licking that tear from Fez's snout.
3. Dumb question but on a scale from 1 to 10 with 10 being the saltiest, how salty would Fez's tear taste on my tongue if I licked it directly from her snout?
4. On a scale from 1 to 10 with 1 being freezing cold and 10 being scalding hot, how warm was that tear rolling down Fez's snout?
I know these question sound weird but please please PLEASE reply back!
1. B
2. I'm not sure how Fez would react, as this is an emotionally sad moment for her, and she is trying to be supportive to Shorty. As such she may find such comforts to be intrusive to the mood. Generally though she does generally appreciate support from others.
3. 4, she hydrates properly
4. About a 5, these are not tears of anger, or cold rage, but tears of warmth and companionship in the face of adversity.
2. I'm not sure how Fez would react, as this is an emotionally sad moment for her, and she is trying to be supportive to Shorty. As such she may find such comforts to be intrusive to the mood. Generally though she does generally appreciate support from others.
3. 4, she hydrates properly
4. About a 5, these are not tears of anger, or cold rage, but tears of warmth and companionship in the face of adversity.
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