Two men.
Two broken hearts.
The one that got away is back, after a long time, but will he be forgiven?

Keep on doing what you are doing.

Don't quit.

At the end... you'll say that...

"It's not bad to try  again... Right?"

AppleOfTheEye

APPLEOFTHEEYE 06

Chapter 6

Why do peoples keep and saying that writing is worthless? Why they are saying that "why are you keeping it? Why are you trying to do things that you cannot claim soon?" 

I shrugged my shoulders to brush away my thoughts and focus on our Literary Class.

"What is life for you?"our instructor stopped infront of me. I pointed myself to confirm if it was me. "Yes,Ms. Avery ikaw"

I stand up. "What is life... A great question. But to me,it is cruel"I stopped and roamed my eyes around the room. 

I stare at our professor. Even him,he is living in cruelty. 

"Why did you say so?"he asked me

"Simple. What does your life goes everyday?"pag-babalik ko nang tanong. Tumango ang instructor kahit medyo naguguluhan pa. "Anyone,how does your everyday life goes?"

No one speak.

I smiled bitterly. "Out of 7.5 billion person's living in this world. There is nothing who lives in peace everyday. Maybe this day,yes. The other day,the cruelty will boo to you"I faced all of them. "You, me, us. We... We are living in a cruel life. Even me,I am a simple person living in this peaceful town. But who am I?"

"I am still chased by past. Always. Even if I don't want it. Destiny will make it,it's been years before. Then this peaceful life of me became cruel again. I didn't know,if I should tell him I misses him"I stop. Pinipigilan ko ang luha ko na tumulo. 

"Vulnerable. Cruel. Hopeless. Unknown. Mystery. Life is not just cruel. It's also a mystery for me. On how I stay living in this world alone. On how I stand on my own"I stopped and wiped the tears looming around my eyes. I bitterly smiled. "That's all thank you"

"Nice point,Ms. Avery"

The rain started pouring from the cloudy dark skies. I am inside the National Book Store to look for a copy of the Wattpad book I am reading. 

It's been a while,since I stop collecting. 

Napangiti ako nang makita ang hinahanap ko. I was surprised when a hand touch the book too. The same book I am holding.

Napatingin ako sa nasa likod ko.

It was a tall, handsome guy. Napa-kunot ang noo ko. I tsked. And grab another copy of the book. 

I paid it to the counter and go to a food buffet. I buy foods and est alone. 

Well,this is me. A loner. Who cares? No one. And I also never care. Never.

I hold my own and started writing.

Someone asked me. What is life? But what was life for me,for real? 

I don't know. 

I am still trying to look for my list part. I am teared apart years before. And now,I started completing my puzzled life.

I want to travel. But I don't have enough budget. I want to live like a normal high school. But I can't. 

Living alone. Living silently. Living like a ghost. Not a center of the attraction. That is me. 

That is ApppleOfTheEye in reality. I'm a nobody in this world. No one accept me. I can't even understand why? 

Why they are saying that there's nothing special or even worth in my passion. 

I felt someone looking at me. Nag-angat ako nang tingin and the guy at the National Book Store show in front of me. 

My brow arched on him. I closed my draft and bite my Shawarma. 

"Why?"I asked. Coldly.

"Nothing. There's no vacant sit anywhere. You see?"he roamed his hands. As I look around. Yeah! There's no vacant sit.

I just nod and ignore his presence. Napansin ko naman na kanina pa sya kapipindot sa DLSR camera na hawak nya. 

"Is ther a problem?"I asked. Looks like he didn't know how to use the camera. He smiled shyly. Hays! Nahiya pa eh? "Give it to me..."

"Why?"he asked. I shrugged my shoulders and lend my hands. Nang mahawakan ko ang camera ay sinagot ko ang tanong nya.

"Let's broke it"I kid him. His eyes widened that makes me laugh. "Chill,I know this one."I also winked at him before assembling the camera.

I smiled at him and give the camera. 

"What... Are you?"he asked to me.

"I'm a human. A writer. A photo journalist. Or any kind of journalist"I answered and give him a wave of goodbye. "I have to go"

I turned my back on him and started walking. 

When I arrived at home. I received a message from Zach the EIC nga. 

Who's that guy with the you?

Which one... Who?

Who? I replied to him.

A message popped up. Unknown?

Hi there,I am the guy there you met at the mall

My brow arched. What do you need?

A message from Zach popped up.

The guy there at the mall?

Then a message from the 'Guy on NBS' showed up. 

My name is Isaiah Zamora

I stare at the name. It's familiar. Saan nga ba? Saan? Isaiah Zamora, Isaiah Zamora---

Ka-ano ano mo si Zachariah Zamora?

After I texted it I land on my bed. Stared at the ceiling. Wait for his answer. 

Nakatulog na ako at lahat wala pa rin. Five am. I opened my phone message. None. 

Tch! Curious na yung tao pina-suspense pa. Bahala sya. 

I blocked his number and look at the messages from Zach. As in messages talaga sa dami.

Did that fvck hurt you?

Hey! Answer my call

Hey! I'm worried

My brow totally arched. At the same time almost met. Why does this guy will worried of me? Huh? 

Tsk! 

Maybe because I'm one of his colleagues in our Gazzete Club. Nothing more nothing less.

I take a nap for 5 minutes. 

When I wake up again. I realized a thing. 

"It's not bad to try again... Right?"

Meet Arieza Avery,the author of Appreciation of everything.

AppleOfTheEye,she is the girl who writes,and suffer because of her past at the same time. 

ONGOING

Originally written date:June 21 2019
Completed date:

Status: Ongoing

I'm 18 and have barely seen the outside world. I have cancer and I'm gonna die but I don't care, I have nothing to love for. Yeah I guess my family but it would just be easier for them if I were to die; they could stop playing these metrical bills, and they wouldn't have to worry about me. I just stress them out to much. I have no friends I have never been to school; I have been in and out of hospitals since I was 4. 
     I'm gonna die here all alone. My family has stopped visiting I have no one. Why does life so this to me. I get it there is a possibility that there is someone who probably has it worse then me, but I doubt it I have a pretty fucked up life. I'm 18, all alone, no family or friends that care, I have cancer, and I'm gonna die all alone. All these things I'm never gonna be able to see or do. 
      I kinda just wanna die at this point. Why do I even try. I'm weak I have lost all my hair. I'm really pale and can't walk. Can't they just pull my plug. I don't have long to live. They are just sitting there sticking me with needles 24/7, and they know it's doing shit. It's not gonna stop me from dying it's just gonna help me live longer. There just watching me suffer at this point. They think this is living. How is this living. I'm living off fucking feeding tubes. I'm not living at all. This isn't life it's hell. 
   I can't stand this anymore. I don't wanna go through this, but at the same time I don't wanna die. I'm gonna die anyway so why can't I just go now. I'm not living any way.
   I reach over towards my plugs that are te only thing keeping me alive at this point and unplug them. I watched as my heart monitor began to speed up till my heart stopped. All the nurses and doctors come running in with my mom and dad trailing behind. I'll miss them and hopefully they'll miss me too. Hopefully they understand that I wasn't living and I didn't wanna have to go through with that anymore. 
    But mom...... dad.........


  ...I Love You........



*Authors note: hi guys I'm sorry this update took so long. I have been really busy with school and my midterms are coming up. I don't really have a posting schedule I kinda just post whenever it's convenient for me. But for my new years resolution I have decided that I will be post one to two times a month. I will try to do two times a month but I might not be able too. I also wanna thank you for the people who have been reading my story it's my first one and I hope you guys enjoy it. If you guys also wanna find me on my two other social media's where I try to post every day you can try my instagram and tiktok and yes i am a cosplay who draws and write stories hope you don't mind. 

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This story is about a bunch of teens who die and meet in the after life. They have to go through 4 years of school in hell to graduate and be brought back to the human realm.

The witch's dwelling is hidden deep in the forest, its location unknown. When he arrived, at last, what greeted him was the miserable sight of the witch's hut. It was in such a great shamble, Harij thought a strong wind would instantly blow everything away.

Inside, the room wasn't only dark, but also contained mountains of trashes—he thought he would drown.

The witch always wore a big, shady robe, and sent Harij away with a haughty tone. Not to mention, her tasks were questionable.

As time passed, his suspicion of the witch didn't disappear. They only increased. For Harij, who lived his life in fairness, the witch's entity was shrouded in darkness.

The sight of the witch resurfacing from the lake greatly surprised him.

He thought it was a fairy living in the lake. The sight was too surreal.

She was bathed in sunlight. Her white skin was as beautiful as snow—such that it would make those noble ladies who wore white powder in the court envious.

Try as he might, Harij couldn't tear his gaze off from Roze, whose pale crimson hair lighted up, as if sparkling.

He thought the witch was an old woman. Turned out, it was a young woman. He never expected that.

Even more than that—a lady this young, living alone? He found such a thing hard to believe.

By the time Harij put two and two together and realized it wasn't a fairy but the Witch—she noticed his presence.

Her dark green eyes, which usually stayed hidden beneath the shadow of her hood, widened. Harij found them pleasing to his eyes.

He truly regretted that he didn't pry his eyes away at that moment. He was too stunned at the sight, and the cost for it—the usually very composed Witch was extremely threatened, to the point she almost took her own life.

Nevertheless, thanks to that, Harij learned a lot.

That the Witch's age is strangely young.

That Witches are unable to lie, no matter the circumstance.

All those haughty, merciless tasks from her weren't to get rid of him, but truly necessary for the potion.

He though all this time that she was ripping him off—turns out she can't even afford a single cloth just to cover the expenses of materials.

That the Witch sometimes doesn't know what to do; that the Witch has a bashful side to her…

—and that she likes Apple Butter very much…

"…Does Ms. Witch live alone?"

When he bought the freshly baked bread from the city, it was actually because he was scared the Witch would die from starvation before finishing the potion…

She isn't on the brink of death, of course. But when Harij sees the apple-colored plump cheeks of the Witch, stuffed with bread—he's glad of the decision he made, nonetheless. It was the right call.

Her present, cheerful appearance frees Harij of his worries. However, he remembers her depressed, small figure curling into a ball, and fear grips him. She might die if he left her.

He's relieved she likes the breads he bought in a rush.

The Witch, who's currently licking the Apple Butter from her fingers, stares at Harij.

"Eh? Yes, I live alone."

"Isn't that too risky?"

A young woman living alone… it's too dangerous, no matter how much he thinks about it. At least those who sneak into the shady hut would be thrown off if they saw the owner is an old woman. But it's another story when the witch who lives here is pretty…

The Witch blinks.

"Why do you ask me that?"

Harij cleverly keeps his silent. He doesn't want to assume her age just yet.

"Uhm… you see, when someone arrives at the shore, I'll know immediately. This place is well-hidden, and not many comes to visit. I don't have many customers, either. If someone is suspicious-looking, I'll hide under the floor right away."

From the way she said it, it seems that the Witch has experienced it several times. Imagining the Witch waiting, while shivering, beneath the floor boards—Harij feels terribly concerned.

"All this time, you've been living like that?"

"Yes—all this time." The Witch answers, without pause.

As if it's only natural. As if it's only natural to live alone like that, and protect oneself like that—

—Harij feels very disconcerted towards that, but can't find any words to say.

That's just not right.

A young lady deserves to be protected, no matter what. He's accustomed to girls being taken care by their parents—or guardians, at the very least. They'll receive formal education, and later, be married.

'Women should be protected.'—Harij has been brought up to believe so.

Yet, even if he thought so, does he have a say? What right does he have, as someone who isn't responsible nor involved in her life?

The only thing he can do—

Harij glazes the second bread with Apple Butter, and again, offers it to the Witch.

This time, he applies more jam than the first one.

One day, the ‘Good Witch of the Lake’ was asked by her crush to make a love potion, and thus, was heartbroken.

–If this is the first and the last, then let me be together with him for at least a little bit longer.

To at least extend the time, she began ordering as many materials as she could. That’s when the Knight took a notice of her staple food–a lettuce. For somewhat unknown reason, the Knight began to come and eat as well.

Starring a Hikikomori witch with lettuce as her nutrients source, and the serious yet also arrogant Knight–a romantic tale that started from a Love Potion.

In the morning of light, the light shines through all the blinds in my room.
I see the clock ringing non stop, the cold air woke me up, making me hug myself for warmth.

but this coldness is just but 2nd rated compared to the one in my heart.

Living alone... a challenge that was given onto me. Learning how to save and learn not to spend money, to be thrifty and rational, a skill learnt through 2 years of training alone.

I look at the dumbells at my beds and the 'special' suit on myself. thinking of everything that has happened a year ago, i sigh at myself for my stupidity.
.
.
1 year ago...
.
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Born as a billionare, living as a spend drift. my dad cannot bear with it anymore.
so at a faithful day... my dad came into my room, a mouthful of scolding blooming with a boom. a dare was made to make me regret but in my mind happiness was in set. who wont be happy with that 2 year dare. a life alone with freedom to the hair, but then came the seduction of an additional flare. wearing a 'special' suit as an additional dare, and the freedom of using money after the dare, but there was a condition... to lose the dare is to lose being an heir. But in my mind, That was just 2 years of living at but a fool. but clearly it was something that no one would expect... who'd know what will happen in life.

In my 'special' attire i look at the mirror...
A fatty nerd with glasses was there, and yes the suit was a fat costume. A very realistic s#@% at that. that made me full of laughter. thinking of school, my back went sweaty, but that enticement i just want to wonder. 

Remembering the school that i was transferred to. where nobody but the principal know the truth. I almost backed out but the punishment was a given. it made me curse. i assured myself that after this my life is pretty much set with all the riches i can hold between my hands.


at the first day of school. i steeled my will
i endured the laughter seen from afar
all the scorn that i used to give
all the anger that needs to be concealed
i thought to myself...
"just wait till i get liberated, you will get toasted..."
Then she came onto my life
a girl which was housed by a goddess
a girl for which my heart throbbed at the first.

she was there sweetly, clad on her attire
her breathtaking smile bloomed like cherry blossoms
her eyes like the starry skies at night
yet her somewhat wild movements added onto her charms

i was only lovestruck there but for a minute yet the screams of a pervert rang onto my ears waking me up from my momentary stuppor. i blushed in shame as i realized again. *I must have looked like a fool standing in there*. and there started a dark memory forever in my head. She was there, laughing her guts out from my dazed stare....

and in that moment my anger went ablaze
i ignored everyone on my way to class
Went to a seat and took a nap
my peaceful sleep looked like a dying pig to my mate. got pictured at, and posted at the web.

when the teacher came, he gave me weird look
with my eyes i questioned, confused 
he just ignored me with a turn of his head
and then started the life on ahead...

the Starry Sky reflects your eyes but the moon is too small compared to you. 
though i know your feelings for me... im sorry but unrequited it is because its impossible between you and me.... or is it?

A novel filled with rhymes and written in unique..
a novel with no names to convey its physique...
a novel written with the wildest egocentrism, no need for critique..
a novel written by me not to win but to think deep..

hehe follow me with my nonsense yet having sense.... so therefore.... just read it

Pain ....

It was all he could feel at that moment.

Damn the moment. Everything was in chaos and he was there, lying on the ground, unable to get up, watching one by one his companions fall bloody and lifeless before him.

Despair ....

Oh damn, the desperation that was consuming him at that moment.

Another damn moment. If before he had no strength to move now, he was completely petrified, after all he never imagined that he would see the day when the most persevering of his companions would finally be on his knees, admitting a bitter and cold defeat before being his own. biggest enemy.

Regret ....

That was all that remained at that moment.

Of all the bad times in his life, the very moment for himself was the moment to repent, for it proved that he was still alive.

He heard from someone once that repentance was the torment of the living, for only the living were aware of suffering such a feeling ... so ...

....

......

I think the word I'm looking for is torturous.

.

.

.

Whether this is right or not doesn't matter anymore.

When you contemplate emptiness and realize that you are alone, when the wind suffers and brings nothing but silence, when your mind is so broken you can no longer distinguish what is real from what is imaginary. ..... At this point, when life becomes too heavy a burden to carry on your shoulders, you realize how warm and gentle the embrace of death is.

However, you cannot die.

Those happy days won't come back ...

But you cannot die.

Are you alone....

But you cannot die.

If you die, everything will be in vain

If you die, it will all be over.

Therefore, even if in this miserable and eternal life, as a wandering being, there is no hope that you should continue living.

Simply because the fact that you are still alive, even if you are walking on endless mounds of corpses, is the greatest proof you have won, that we have.

Your life, Shun, is proof that against all that was believed, Hades lost and you won.

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.

.

Tears .....

In all of existence this child was really the most pitiful.

Something no god can disagree with, but the punishment still lingered until the human was willing to acknowledge the guilt.

The fault of having fought for those he loved and believed.

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.

.

.

However, in the midst of the silent wind, the suffocating loneliness that kept him on that planet, Shun found a friend who, despite living as far away as asteroid B-612, understood him in a unique way, but Shun's difference to the Little The prince is that for the brave knight who many battles bravely fought in the name of a goddess who abandoned him, Shun could not simply abandon the earth.

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.

.

"I once heard that there is nothing sadder than death, but loneliness is quite terrifying."

What could be scarier than death?
What could be the worst punishment for inflicting a human?
How heavy can the burden of eternity be?

Honestly, she couldn't describe what she felt knowing that she was not alone, that she still has a blood related family.

She felt alone when her grandfather died in her past life. Even though her childhood friend was making effort to spend her free time with her, she felt it was not enough. 

Her grandfather took a huge part from her life when he passed away. 

Everything that she did, her goals and her dreams are for her grandfather to enjoy life without worries; that's why she works so hard to reach it. 

When he left her and laid in peace, she didn't know what to do anymore. She didn't know what direction she must take; she was like living without a purpose.

She misses her grandfather, the one who raise her.

Ai Fei stood up suddenly, "grandpa?" she whispered.

'His face… I can't remember" Her heart thump loudly inside her chest. 

Her hands were shaking as she unconsciously grips the cookie she was holding breaking it into pieces. 

She immediately went to her study room leaving the snack in the living room. 

She was hoping that she could find her grandfather here since the Author associate this novel to her past life.

She open her laptop and searching the name, 'Han Wen Ren' but there's a lot of results. She looks every result but none of it was her grandfather. 

She grabs her sketch book and tried to draw her grandfather but her memory of her grandfather was hazy. 

She bit her lower lips as tears slowly falling from her eyes. 

She realizes that her memories in her past life were fading and she was scared. She didn't want to forget her grandfather. 

She was getting frustrated as she focuses on drawing her grandfather but she couldn't finish it. She rests her arm in table and laid her head on it. She couldn't help but to cry harder.

It took her a few minutes to calm down. 

She looks at to the mirror. 

Her eyes were still glassy and her nose was painted in light red giving color to her pale skin. She wipes her tears then notices her phone in the table. 

'Maybe he can help' she thought after remembering that they exchange phone number when they were in the charity event.

It took three rings before he answered, "hello?"

"Lei?" she says. 

"Are you crying?" Lei the man who likes to wear haori asked, "Are you okay?"

"No…" her voice was hoarse after weeping a while ago, "…I'm okay"

She died

She died due to some freaking moron decided to stomp his foot on his car accelerator causing his car to collide to her car, killing her before the bystander call for help.

But it was not the end for her.

She woke up occupying someone body with the same name.

Realized that she was reincarnated as one of the side character in the famous novel titled "Unconditional Love"

She decided to live her life the way she wanted instead of involving herself in the flow of the novel.

but not everything always go according to her plans, especially when one of the main character doesn't want her to be just a side character.



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STATUS: SLOW UPDATE
it's a cliche story.

Author: ashyfeiya 
Editor: teena
Book cover: insomiaticluna

As the small living human was no longer conscious, Juno Terminal 'June' decided that the tour should end for now. The three proceeded down to the Residential Habitat so that Patrol Seven 'Pat' could deposit the small living human into a bed.

But, as carefully as Patrol Seven 'Pat' was in handling the small living human, it awoke as it was being placed gently down.

"Don't go," said the small living human, grasping one of Patrol Seven 'Pat's hands.

Patrol Seven 'Pat' calculated the estimated time remaining until maintenance would be completed on it, and compared to recorded averages for how long it took ancient humans to fall asleep.

"I will return to work soon, but I can stay until you fall asleep."

The small living human nodded, but continued staring at Patrol Seven 'Pat'. It did not seem as if the small living human intended to return to sleep soon.

[Juno Terminal 'June' to Archive: Query: How does one encourage a human to sleep?]

[Archive to Juno Terminal 'June': Response: According to records, ancient humans deactivated lighting sources when slumbering. Have you deactivated the lighting source for that room?]

[Juno Terminal 'June' to Generator Room: Deactivate lighting in the Residential Habitat]

The room went black.

"WAAAAAAAH!" cried the startled small living human.

[Juno Terminal 'June' to Generator Room: Activate lighting in the Residential Habitat]

"What was that?!" asked the agitated small living human.

"I asked Generator Room to deactivate the lights, so that you would sleep," explained Juno Terminal 'June'.

"I didn't hear anything!"

"It is more efficient to use a direct transmission than it would be to generate an audible request."

"I don't like the dark!"

"With the lights activated it is too bright for you to sleep."

"Then... can you leave the door open? And the hall light on?"

Patrol-bot bodies were not constructed with the ability to frown. Which was probably for the best.

"It is unsafe to leave doors permanently open. In the event of sudden atmospheric decompression, a closed door might save your life. Additionally, closed doors inhibit the spread of fires. If there were an uncontrolled fire on the station, a closed door might save your life. Additionally. closed doors inhibit intruders. If there were an intruder on board the station, a closed door might prevent them from reaching you while you sleep."

The small living human's eyes became watery. "Are we safe," it asked in a quiet voice.

"Yes. Neither a sudden atmospheric decompression nor an uncontrolled fire have ever occurred on this station in its thousands of years of recorded history. The likelihood of either even suddenly occurring at this time is statistically improbable. Additionally, no intruder is currently detected on board the station. Although, if they were intruding, they might have anti-detection capabilities, so it is impossible to prove that there _isn't_ one. But, to the extent that we can detect such things, no sudden atmospheric decompression, nor uncontrolled fire, nor detectable intruder is currently on board this station at this time."

"Then... why can't we leave the door open?"

Juno Terminal 'June' pondered the query. There were Reasons to not leave doors open. But, those Reasons were unlikely. Given a default choice, Juno Terminal 'June' would follow the Reasons no matter how unlikely, because unlikely is not _impossible_. But. There was currently a living human on board, and that living human desired to go *against* those Reasons. And, going against those Reasons was currently unlikely to cause any measurable Harm. Therefore: it was (relatively) safe to follow the living human's desires at this time.

Juno Terminal 'June' was not programmed to feel Discomfort. But, going against established Reasons, even though a living human wished for it, was as close to Discomfort as a deep space station could feel. Nevertheless...

"Fine."

[Juno Terminal 'June' to Generator Room: ...Cancel]

Juno Terminal 'June' remembered that the small living human disliked when it couldn't perceive the commands being transmitted. Juno Terminal 'June' had a very good memory.

"Residential Habitat, deactivate light source for this room, leave hallway light source active, and .... allow the door to remain open. Even though nothing is passing through." Such an illogical command!

The small living human appeared to calm down, but did not release its grip on Patrol Seven 'Pat's hand.

"You'll be gone when I wake up?"

"Yes," said Patrol Seven 'Pat'. "Most of the time, I am on patrol. I am a Patrol ship. It is my duty. It is why I was able to find you and your ship. I am very rarely here at the station. When I am at the station, I am not doing my job. Do you understand?"

"I understand," said the small living human.

It was quiet for a while, then the living human continued:

"I don't want to be alone again."

"You will not be alone on the station. Juno Terminal 'June' will be here."

The small living human frowned. Humans weren't limited in their expressions like Patrol-bots were. But, it didn't voice its disapproval.

"Rest now," said Patrol Seven 'Pat'. "You still need to recover."

The small living human nodded. And then said:

"Will you tell me a bedtime story?"

Juno Terminal had a job to do. Guard the frontier. Keep space safe for humanity.

The fact that no humans had been in contact for thousands of years had no effect on Juno Terminal's programming whatsoever.

Dispatch patrols. Maintain supplies. Prepare for guests. These are all tasks that do not require the presence of humans.

So when a patrol returned with a living human, it should not have affected Juno Terminal in any way.

And yet...

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