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Another Macro March story is done and out!
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Coracroma!
Macro March: Carnival Colossus
By: RaddaRaem
“Oh my god. Was Funion’s always this overpriced?“ Denise gawked. Carnival food, predominately corn syrup by weight, sizzled in the deep fryers before her. The jackal suspiciously sniffed and snuffed at what was supposed to be a funnel cake as she shoved her hands into her hoodie’s pockets. Rain spat down upon her from the grey skies overhead.
“Sure was,” her father snorted back. “The price tags suck the magic right out of it, huh?”
“Fuggin’ I’ll say.” She squinted at the prices, scribbled in marker, on the white board hanging up behind the register. Beneath it, an unenthused cashier huddled by the fryers for warmth.
Denise’s lips scrunched flat as her stomach growled. Even if she was a captive audience… just… ack! The jackal meeped at the wiry elbow nudging at her. “Awww Dad…”
“My treat, kiddo. Not every day you get to come home to visit.”
Her ears folded flat at the handful of dollar bills papped against her. Shyly, she crumpled them between her fuzzy fingers. Oh what the hell. “One funnel cake, please!” Denise called out as her tail wig wagged behind her.
The smack and sizzle of raw batter, dunked into scalding hot cooking oil, filled the jackal’s ears. Bouncing atop the balls of her feet she leaned into the counter and growlfed excitedly.
Wordlessly, the cashier turned cook tugged down his sleeves. Globs of batter spat free from the deep fryer and hissed upon coming into contact with his clothing.
“Oooh, ooh, more powdered sugar please!” Denise barked as the still steaming mass of coiled batter was slid onto a paper plate. She wiggled side to side when translucent grains of concentrated sweetness were showered upon it. “More! Please,” she giggled.
With exaggerated shakes of his wrist, shaker in hand, the once again cashier buried the funnel cake beneath a tooth rotting deluge of sugar.
Denise licked her lips in a tacit show of approval. Hands held out before her, the jackal engaged in a trade most sacrosanct; legal tender for a treat. A toothy grin creased her fuzzy mug as she took hold of the grease stained paper plate.
“You’re welcome,” Denise’s Dad teased.
“Thank youuuuuuu,” she mumbled back between piping hot mouthfuls. Cheeks puffed out, the jackal noisily smacked, chewed, and inhaled. The inverse relationship perfected by amusement parks and country fairs, where the satisfaction derived from a given meal dictated how bad it was for you, truly was a magical thing to behold.
“Really takes you back, huh?” the elder jackal mused. Smirking, he thumbed at Denise’s fuzzy cheeks and wiped off the powdered sugar that had come to coat them.
“Daaaad,” she huffed in response. “And h-hey!”
Denise’s dad offered little more than a shrug as he pinched free a heaping helping of funnel cake for himself. “Oh! Hey, remember those?”
The duo’s padded feet plapped gently against the damp asphalt as they wandered through the stalls. Sucking on her fingers, greedily lapping every last grain of sugar off of them, Denise humored the change of subject and squinted at where her father was pointing. She gasped at the sight of a tub of water, children gathered around it, with countless colorful plastic ducks bobbing atop it. “The duck pondssssssss!”
“Those were always my favorite too,” he said. “The fact that you always win something every time you played certainly helped.”
“Awww. And here I always just thought I was a good guesser…” Denise playfully pouted. As they walked shrieks of delight slowly filtered into her ears. The jackal’s very own perked up at the sound.
“That sure got your attention,” her father snickered. “Wanna go take a peek?”
Denise nodded emphatically. “You don’t think…” she trailed off as her denim clad thighs brushed against one another.
“Hmmm?”
Rounding a corner, Denise came to an abrupt halt as her tail hung limply between her legs. She simply stood there, motionless, as the realization sank in. “They doooooo!” she squealed. Stamping in place, her thick soles slapping against the pavement, she couldn’t believe her eyes.
Her father waved her off. “How about we regroup? Meetcha back at that funnel cakes after you’ve had your fun, alright?” He rolled his eyes at the sight of her taking off at a jog. “Alright then.”
The rain picked up as Denise raced past the carousels. Her dark fur drank up the fluorescent ambience that bathed the ceramic horses twirling about at a harmless pace.
“It’s here! It’s here it’s here it’s here!” the jackal barked. Still she ran. Past the Ferris wheel and the carts dangling from it that gently creaked as they swung in place.
Panting, Denise forced herself further onward. Onward past the bumper cars; her face lit up by the sparks crackling off the arena ceiling as the echoing thumps and bumps of the vehicles colliding against each other pounded against her chest.
“I can’t believe it…” the jackal thought as her legs tamped to a halt. A well weathered shack, bearing a hand painted sign, quietly greeted her. Tucked among much more popular, and well maintained, attractions it survived through a mixture of inertia and inattentiveness.
“A Small World….” Denise grinned as she read the attraction’s name aloud. Grinning from ear to ear the jackal padded forward. Parting a sun bleached pair of drapes on her approach she stepped into the darkness with no lines to speak of to impede her progress. “As popular as it ever was, huh?” she casually remarked as her feet thumped loudly against the fraying carpet laid atop the asphalt.
Arms crossed, Denise’s father huddled against the funnel cake stand. Sheets of water gushed down its sloping roof and splashed against the asphalt below. Toes curled, he waited out the deluge as he tapped at his phone. The elder jackal opened his weather app and anxiously watched a growing blob of purple envelop the entirety of the Doppler radar.
“Hey sweetie,” he texted. His phone buzzed violently as a Macro March storm warming flashed across the screen.
“TAKE SHELTER IMMEDIATELY,” it blared.
Swallowing hard, her father panickedly fat fingered at his virtual keyboard. “Mifht nees ro cut your nostalgoa binge short. Text me baxk soon as you gst out.”
Denise paid little mind to the inclement weather raging outside as she cupped her hands to her cheeks. “Goddddddddds,” she exclaimed. The jackal wiggled delightedly at the sight before her. She paid little notice to her phone vibrating in her pants pocket.
A colorful carpet stacked high with building blocks lay flopped upon floor. Its weaves and twisting colors mimicked those of the roads and rivers while the tears, wrinkles, and folds in the fabric spoke to its age. The exhibit was a small, if not outdated and childish, facsimile of her hometown. Yet she loved it all the same.
Toes splayed apart, Denise set her foot down upon a road and hmmed. The myriad wooden buildings wobbled uneasily. “It’s cuter than I remember…” she gasped as she daintily tiptoed through the town. No lines, no wait, no nausea. Way back when, and even now, this was her favorite ‘ride’ so to speak for a reason.
The jackal scratched at a cheek shyly. “Fuuuuug that’s right. I remember now.” Dropping to her knees, oopsing as her ankles and heels brushed against the blocky, well, city blocks surrounding her, she cupped her hands together and scooped up what was supposed to be the general store. “I always hated grocery shopping. Having to drive alllll the way out there and then alllll the way back.”
Rising to her feet, Denise casually set the collection of building blocks down beside where her old house would have been. “Then again…” she crouched back down only to return it, mostly intact, to its rightful place. “That’d make it a lot further out for other folks in turn. It’s not like it’d be much of a trip at this size anyway.”
She nodded in approval. After all, Denise relished the thought of looming, not lording, over her hometown! Hands clasped together behind her back, the jackal deftly took to navigating the narrow streets. “I can already imagine it now,” she sighed as she lumbered down a carpet fiber street. Her footfalls, measured and gentle, allowed her to simply walk over the imagined traffic. With a sashay she danced to and fro between the cars before simply hopping over entire intersections at a time. All while mindful, of course, to avoid any inattentive pedestrians!
“Hey now! If I can watch my step you better watch yours!” Denise tutted with a toothy grin. She wagged a finger at a bundled mass of carpet fibers, serving in for a pretend pedestrian, as she splayed her toes apart to avoid giving them an unexpected, and unwarranted, smooshing.
Coughing, she held back nervous laughter while she composed herself. “That’s enough shameless indulgence for one day,” Denise mumbled as she bashfully rubbed at her neck. It was as guilty a pleasure now as it was back then to playfully romp about. Tugging at her hoodie she padded out the back of the attraction and into the misting rain.
Droplets of water beat down steadily upon her. Lips pursed, the jackal grunted as her hair and hoodie matted down against her fur. Blurgh. Eyes clenched shut, Denise huffed. “Not like I would have shilled out for an overpriced poncho anyway…” she reassured herself.
Bringing a hand up to her forehead, Denise brushed back her hair. She creaked her eyes open and… and… no this can’t be right. The jackal blinked repeatedly just to be sure. As the rain tapered off and the mist faded, trailing between her legs in smoky wisps, an ankle-height amusement park revealed itself.
“Nooooooo,” Denise trailed off. Jaw agape, the jackal could hardly contain herself as she stepped forth with trepidation. “They expanded the attraction? Seriously?!” she barked. The damp asphalt, molding to the contours of her feet, pushed back softly on her padded soles.
She circled around the rides, oblivious to the fact that the attraction she had just walked out of was significantly smaller than when she walked into it, and thumped over towards the now bitty bumper cars. Dropping to her knees, cheek against the ground, Denise marveled at the craftsmanship on display. She resisted the urge to reach in and poke at them.
“This is incredible!” she wordlessly mouthed. The jackal shifted about on her knees, denim clad rear resting atop her heels, and looked about the empty displays. How was she the only one here? “With all the work they put into this you’d really think they’d want to show it off…”
Hmph. Denise felt a pang of sorrow, tugging at her chest, at the thought that no one else would take the time to appreciate such incredible craftsmanship. She’d just have to do so for them! Rising to her feet, carefully squeezing herself between the carousel and Ferris wheel, the jackal casually sauntered over towards the cluster of stands that housed the carnival games.
DING. DING. DING.
Hands resting upon her hips, Denise smirked at the waist height strength tester. The bell atop it rang with her every footfall. Biting down into her bottom lip, the urge to pun was simply too much to resist. “Feets of strength, huh?” the jackal giggled as she tapped a toe against the lever at its base.
DING
“I win!” she exclaimed with a clap of her hands. “My prize please, operator!” Reaching down towards the stall beside it, the jackal gently pinched a not so giant plush between her fingers. She rolled it around the palm of her hand excitedly.
“Oooh! Oooh oooh oooh!” A pronounced squeak wafted between Denise’s fingers as she curled them into a fist. “I wonder if they have like finger food sized snack stands!” Tail wagging behind her, the roofs of the nearby stands were nearly peeled back by the tornadic gusts.
“Come on, Denise…” her father pleaded. Phone clutched between his hands, he fretfully awaited a response of any sort from her. He paced before the funnel cake stand.
THOOM
His eyes went wide as his phone nearly tumbled out of his hand. The elder jackal struggled to remain upright as tremors wracked his legs.
THOOM
A shadow, steadily swallowing up the fair grounds, approached. The entity that cast it bore a familiar shape.
“D-d-denise?!”
“…Dad?” Eyes wide, she warily approached her diminutive father figure that barely peeked up past her toes. “Whaaaaaaat are you doing in the Small World attraction?”
“I’m… not?”
“Oh.” Denise shoved her hands into her pockets and hunched her shoulders to try and make herself look smaller.
“You didn’t get my text did you? About the Macro March storm warning?”
Denise slid one foot over the other. “Nooooooooooo…” Oh gods. Oh gods oh no everyone saw her indulging and squealing and ahhhhhh. Or maybe they didn’t because they were taking shelter! Or… or maybe they really did after all because they were in hiding from the giant squealing jackal and erghhhhh. She relaxed her white knuckle grip, ill gotten plush sinking deep into her pocket, as a crimson blush came to crease her cheeks.
“It’s uhh… it’s… hoo boy. Getting home might be tricky. H-how about we just pick up where we left off and go from there?” Denise’s father pulled out his wallet. “One funnel cake please!”
A low and thunderous grumble emanated out from Denise’s trim tummy. She bashfully slapped a hand against it to try and quiet it down.
Her father sighed as his emptying wallet grew progressively lighter.
This one done for
Coracroma!Macro March: Carnival Colossus
By: RaddaRaem
“Oh my god. Was Funion’s always this overpriced?“ Denise gawked. Carnival food, predominately corn syrup by weight, sizzled in the deep fryers before her. The jackal suspiciously sniffed and snuffed at what was supposed to be a funnel cake as she shoved her hands into her hoodie’s pockets. Rain spat down upon her from the grey skies overhead.
“Sure was,” her father snorted back. “The price tags suck the magic right out of it, huh?”
“Fuggin’ I’ll say.” She squinted at the prices, scribbled in marker, on the white board hanging up behind the register. Beneath it, an unenthused cashier huddled by the fryers for warmth.
Denise’s lips scrunched flat as her stomach growled. Even if she was a captive audience… just… ack! The jackal meeped at the wiry elbow nudging at her. “Awww Dad…”
“My treat, kiddo. Not every day you get to come home to visit.”
Her ears folded flat at the handful of dollar bills papped against her. Shyly, she crumpled them between her fuzzy fingers. Oh what the hell. “One funnel cake, please!” Denise called out as her tail wig wagged behind her.
The smack and sizzle of raw batter, dunked into scalding hot cooking oil, filled the jackal’s ears. Bouncing atop the balls of her feet she leaned into the counter and growlfed excitedly.
Wordlessly, the cashier turned cook tugged down his sleeves. Globs of batter spat free from the deep fryer and hissed upon coming into contact with his clothing.
“Oooh, ooh, more powdered sugar please!” Denise barked as the still steaming mass of coiled batter was slid onto a paper plate. She wiggled side to side when translucent grains of concentrated sweetness were showered upon it. “More! Please,” she giggled.
With exaggerated shakes of his wrist, shaker in hand, the once again cashier buried the funnel cake beneath a tooth rotting deluge of sugar.
Denise licked her lips in a tacit show of approval. Hands held out before her, the jackal engaged in a trade most sacrosanct; legal tender for a treat. A toothy grin creased her fuzzy mug as she took hold of the grease stained paper plate.
“You’re welcome,” Denise’s Dad teased.
“Thank youuuuuuu,” she mumbled back between piping hot mouthfuls. Cheeks puffed out, the jackal noisily smacked, chewed, and inhaled. The inverse relationship perfected by amusement parks and country fairs, where the satisfaction derived from a given meal dictated how bad it was for you, truly was a magical thing to behold.
“Really takes you back, huh?” the elder jackal mused. Smirking, he thumbed at Denise’s fuzzy cheeks and wiped off the powdered sugar that had come to coat them.
“Daaaad,” she huffed in response. “And h-hey!”
Denise’s dad offered little more than a shrug as he pinched free a heaping helping of funnel cake for himself. “Oh! Hey, remember those?”
The duo’s padded feet plapped gently against the damp asphalt as they wandered through the stalls. Sucking on her fingers, greedily lapping every last grain of sugar off of them, Denise humored the change of subject and squinted at where her father was pointing. She gasped at the sight of a tub of water, children gathered around it, with countless colorful plastic ducks bobbing atop it. “The duck pondssssssss!”
“Those were always my favorite too,” he said. “The fact that you always win something every time you played certainly helped.”
“Awww. And here I always just thought I was a good guesser…” Denise playfully pouted. As they walked shrieks of delight slowly filtered into her ears. The jackal’s very own perked up at the sound.
“That sure got your attention,” her father snickered. “Wanna go take a peek?”
Denise nodded emphatically. “You don’t think…” she trailed off as her denim clad thighs brushed against one another.
“Hmmm?”
Rounding a corner, Denise came to an abrupt halt as her tail hung limply between her legs. She simply stood there, motionless, as the realization sank in. “They doooooo!” she squealed. Stamping in place, her thick soles slapping against the pavement, she couldn’t believe her eyes.
Her father waved her off. “How about we regroup? Meetcha back at that funnel cakes after you’ve had your fun, alright?” He rolled his eyes at the sight of her taking off at a jog. “Alright then.”
The rain picked up as Denise raced past the carousels. Her dark fur drank up the fluorescent ambience that bathed the ceramic horses twirling about at a harmless pace.
“It’s here! It’s here it’s here it’s here!” the jackal barked. Still she ran. Past the Ferris wheel and the carts dangling from it that gently creaked as they swung in place.
Panting, Denise forced herself further onward. Onward past the bumper cars; her face lit up by the sparks crackling off the arena ceiling as the echoing thumps and bumps of the vehicles colliding against each other pounded against her chest.
“I can’t believe it…” the jackal thought as her legs tamped to a halt. A well weathered shack, bearing a hand painted sign, quietly greeted her. Tucked among much more popular, and well maintained, attractions it survived through a mixture of inertia and inattentiveness.
“A Small World….” Denise grinned as she read the attraction’s name aloud. Grinning from ear to ear the jackal padded forward. Parting a sun bleached pair of drapes on her approach she stepped into the darkness with no lines to speak of to impede her progress. “As popular as it ever was, huh?” she casually remarked as her feet thumped loudly against the fraying carpet laid atop the asphalt.
Arms crossed, Denise’s father huddled against the funnel cake stand. Sheets of water gushed down its sloping roof and splashed against the asphalt below. Toes curled, he waited out the deluge as he tapped at his phone. The elder jackal opened his weather app and anxiously watched a growing blob of purple envelop the entirety of the Doppler radar.
“Hey sweetie,” he texted. His phone buzzed violently as a Macro March storm warming flashed across the screen.
“TAKE SHELTER IMMEDIATELY,” it blared.
Swallowing hard, her father panickedly fat fingered at his virtual keyboard. “Mifht nees ro cut your nostalgoa binge short. Text me baxk soon as you gst out.”
Denise paid little mind to the inclement weather raging outside as she cupped her hands to her cheeks. “Goddddddddds,” she exclaimed. The jackal wiggled delightedly at the sight before her. She paid little notice to her phone vibrating in her pants pocket.
A colorful carpet stacked high with building blocks lay flopped upon floor. Its weaves and twisting colors mimicked those of the roads and rivers while the tears, wrinkles, and folds in the fabric spoke to its age. The exhibit was a small, if not outdated and childish, facsimile of her hometown. Yet she loved it all the same.
Toes splayed apart, Denise set her foot down upon a road and hmmed. The myriad wooden buildings wobbled uneasily. “It’s cuter than I remember…” she gasped as she daintily tiptoed through the town. No lines, no wait, no nausea. Way back when, and even now, this was her favorite ‘ride’ so to speak for a reason.
The jackal scratched at a cheek shyly. “Fuuuuug that’s right. I remember now.” Dropping to her knees, oopsing as her ankles and heels brushed against the blocky, well, city blocks surrounding her, she cupped her hands together and scooped up what was supposed to be the general store. “I always hated grocery shopping. Having to drive alllll the way out there and then alllll the way back.”
Rising to her feet, Denise casually set the collection of building blocks down beside where her old house would have been. “Then again…” she crouched back down only to return it, mostly intact, to its rightful place. “That’d make it a lot further out for other folks in turn. It’s not like it’d be much of a trip at this size anyway.”
She nodded in approval. After all, Denise relished the thought of looming, not lording, over her hometown! Hands clasped together behind her back, the jackal deftly took to navigating the narrow streets. “I can already imagine it now,” she sighed as she lumbered down a carpet fiber street. Her footfalls, measured and gentle, allowed her to simply walk over the imagined traffic. With a sashay she danced to and fro between the cars before simply hopping over entire intersections at a time. All while mindful, of course, to avoid any inattentive pedestrians!
“Hey now! If I can watch my step you better watch yours!” Denise tutted with a toothy grin. She wagged a finger at a bundled mass of carpet fibers, serving in for a pretend pedestrian, as she splayed her toes apart to avoid giving them an unexpected, and unwarranted, smooshing.
Coughing, she held back nervous laughter while she composed herself. “That’s enough shameless indulgence for one day,” Denise mumbled as she bashfully rubbed at her neck. It was as guilty a pleasure now as it was back then to playfully romp about. Tugging at her hoodie she padded out the back of the attraction and into the misting rain.
Droplets of water beat down steadily upon her. Lips pursed, the jackal grunted as her hair and hoodie matted down against her fur. Blurgh. Eyes clenched shut, Denise huffed. “Not like I would have shilled out for an overpriced poncho anyway…” she reassured herself.
Bringing a hand up to her forehead, Denise brushed back her hair. She creaked her eyes open and… and… no this can’t be right. The jackal blinked repeatedly just to be sure. As the rain tapered off and the mist faded, trailing between her legs in smoky wisps, an ankle-height amusement park revealed itself.
“Nooooooo,” Denise trailed off. Jaw agape, the jackal could hardly contain herself as she stepped forth with trepidation. “They expanded the attraction? Seriously?!” she barked. The damp asphalt, molding to the contours of her feet, pushed back softly on her padded soles.
She circled around the rides, oblivious to the fact that the attraction she had just walked out of was significantly smaller than when she walked into it, and thumped over towards the now bitty bumper cars. Dropping to her knees, cheek against the ground, Denise marveled at the craftsmanship on display. She resisted the urge to reach in and poke at them.
“This is incredible!” she wordlessly mouthed. The jackal shifted about on her knees, denim clad rear resting atop her heels, and looked about the empty displays. How was she the only one here? “With all the work they put into this you’d really think they’d want to show it off…”
Hmph. Denise felt a pang of sorrow, tugging at her chest, at the thought that no one else would take the time to appreciate such incredible craftsmanship. She’d just have to do so for them! Rising to her feet, carefully squeezing herself between the carousel and Ferris wheel, the jackal casually sauntered over towards the cluster of stands that housed the carnival games.
DING. DING. DING.
Hands resting upon her hips, Denise smirked at the waist height strength tester. The bell atop it rang with her every footfall. Biting down into her bottom lip, the urge to pun was simply too much to resist. “Feets of strength, huh?” the jackal giggled as she tapped a toe against the lever at its base.
DING
“I win!” she exclaimed with a clap of her hands. “My prize please, operator!” Reaching down towards the stall beside it, the jackal gently pinched a not so giant plush between her fingers. She rolled it around the palm of her hand excitedly.
“Oooh! Oooh oooh oooh!” A pronounced squeak wafted between Denise’s fingers as she curled them into a fist. “I wonder if they have like finger food sized snack stands!” Tail wagging behind her, the roofs of the nearby stands were nearly peeled back by the tornadic gusts.
“Come on, Denise…” her father pleaded. Phone clutched between his hands, he fretfully awaited a response of any sort from her. He paced before the funnel cake stand.
THOOM
His eyes went wide as his phone nearly tumbled out of his hand. The elder jackal struggled to remain upright as tremors wracked his legs.
THOOM
A shadow, steadily swallowing up the fair grounds, approached. The entity that cast it bore a familiar shape.
“D-d-denise?!”
“…Dad?” Eyes wide, she warily approached her diminutive father figure that barely peeked up past her toes. “Whaaaaaaat are you doing in the Small World attraction?”
“I’m… not?”
“Oh.” Denise shoved her hands into her pockets and hunched her shoulders to try and make herself look smaller.
“You didn’t get my text did you? About the Macro March storm warning?”
Denise slid one foot over the other. “Nooooooooooo…” Oh gods. Oh gods oh no everyone saw her indulging and squealing and ahhhhhh. Or maybe they didn’t because they were taking shelter! Or… or maybe they really did after all because they were in hiding from the giant squealing jackal and erghhhhh. She relaxed her white knuckle grip, ill gotten plush sinking deep into her pocket, as a crimson blush came to crease her cheeks.
“It’s uhh… it’s… hoo boy. Getting home might be tricky. H-how about we just pick up where we left off and go from there?” Denise’s father pulled out his wallet. “One funnel cake please!”
A low and thunderous grumble emanated out from Denise’s trim tummy. She bashfully slapped a hand against it to try and quiet it down.
Her father sighed as his emptying wallet grew progressively lighter.
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Cute little story. First time I remember one of your Macro March vic-I mean, characters actually realize they have become macro and don't unwittingly become a WMD.
Figures that a character who was already amused with the concept of her town being tiny when she was normal sized was the one who realized this.
Figures that a character who was already amused with the concept of her town being tiny when she was normal sized was the one who realized this.
This was lovely! It's a refresher to read a good story. I was just browsing the site for some last minute Macro March stories and none were as good as this. I did notice a few grammatical errors in the work but compared to the others I've seen it's nothing. Thank you for taking the time to make this work, and I'm thrilled to add it to my favorites. It's cute, loveable, and made me smile at the end. From one writer to another, I look forward to seeing your progress in writing.
You're welcome! Good works should receive the praise they earn! I didn't see any grammatical errors that took away from the story, and the story itself was a nice spin on Macro stuff. I've seen this kind of stuff for years haha, so I can say it's a unique take. Thank you for making this great work, and you're welcome for the kind comment.
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