Amy Pond (too_fairytale) wrote,
Amy Pond
too_fairytale

for nurse_boy: fun with canon age compliance

Today has been a good birthday, Amy thinks to herself. It began with Aunt Sharon announcing that, now that Amy is finally old enough to look after herself (an announcement that had been greeted with a very healthy eye-roll where the older woman couldn't see it), she plans to get her own place in Gloucester and leave the big old house to Amy. As far as Amy's concerned, her aunt can't get out fast enough--she barely lives there as it is, and Amy will be glad for the complete independence she'll finally have. Of course the house is far too large for one person to live in alone, and it's still boring old Leadworth--honestly, shouldn't Amy be the one getting her own place in Gloucester?--but she doesn't find herself minding too much. She might be through with psychiatrists, and she might not talk about the Raggedy Doctor anymore, but both she and Aunt Sharon know that deep inside Amy's still waiting for him to come back. She'll refuse to give up the drafty old house until he does, because if she leaves, how would he ever find her?


On the outside, she's just excited to basically have her own place for free.

And that's how Amy explained it to Rory when he arrived to pick her up for their dinner date in Bristol. Even if they weren't tentatively trying out this 'being together' thing, he probably would have insisted on making a special trip to celebrate anyway, she muses, glancing sideways at him as he walks next to her. Reason number two for today being a good birthday... Rory making the effort to make it special for her, saving up to take her out to a nice restaurant in the city. At least she's got one person in her life who cares enough to make an effort.

Amy had made an effort for him in return, wearing a dress that displayed a lot of leg despite the cold weather and taking extra time to curl her hair--although if she's being honest with herself, the effort was really for her benefit. She hopes, anyway. Rory asking her out had made her re-evaluate her conviction that he didn't want her that way, and she's hoping that today being a special day might earn her a really good snog. (Her hopes don't quite extend past that. They haven't even shared a real snog yet, never mind a really good one.) So she'd taken the time to look good on purpose, in the interests of enticing him. It hasn't worked yet, but then Rory has always been a shy and rather private person, so Amy isn't letting herself feel discouraged. They've still got goodnight to say at her door, after all. And successful dates are always supposed to end with snogging at someone's door.
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nurse_boy

December 21 2010, 20:28:17 UTC 6 years ago Edited:  December 21 2010, 22:03:45 UTC

For his part, Rory’s evening could not be going better. The train ride was pleasant, the food at dinner was excellent (he’ll have to thank Brad for suggesting it), he’s done a better job than usual at not making a fool of himself, and Amy seems to have genuinely had a good time. Even the sky is clear, the moon and stars visible through wispy winter clouds. And maybe he’s just imagining it, but she’s smiled at him a lot tonight and he doesn’t think that things between them have ever felt so comfortable and warm. Not in years they haven’t anyway, at least since he left for university.

A lot has changed since then. They’ve both grown up, Amy especially; she’d somehow managed to blossom into a young woman while he was gone, and a beautiful one at that. He wasn’t the only one to notice, either. It seemed like every bloke in Leadworth wanted a chance with Amy Pond. She had her pick of the lot of them and pick she did, much to Rory’s dismay (though he never showed it). Thus it had come as a complete surprise to him when Amy accepted his invitation to go on a date back during the summer. He knows Amy doesn’t exactly do relationships, and he thought he’d ruined any chance he had with her (just when he’d realized he wanted one) when he took her to her Leaver’s Ball a year and a half ago.

But she did accept, and the past few months have been … good. Really good. Nice. They’ve gone out and spent time in and had fun doing both, and they’ve gotten to know each other better as adults and equals, and it’s amazing to him how much he’s grown to care about her—how much he always has. He hasn’t worked up the nerve to properly kiss her yet—some wounds run deep, and the Leaver’s Ball had hurt--but Amy hasn’t kissed him either. That fact stings a little, especially knowing how free she’s been with her affections toward everyone else (to say nothing of her job as a sodding kissogram), but he hasn’t pushed it. Hugs and the touch of a hand or pecks on the cheek have sufficed until now.

But lately—and maybe he’s imagining things again, seeing what he wants to see—he fancies that Amy has smiled at him more, hugged him longer and sat closer, that her kisses on the cheek have drifted closer to his mouth. And tonight really has been brilliant.

It’s given him a flush of confidence and a renewed hope that the rest of what he has planned for tonight will go well. He smiles at her as they walk, his hand in his coat pocket twisting around the box that’s been resting inside it all night, and reaches out to take her hand in his free one. The closer they get to her house the more his stomach churns with nervousness—what if he’s wrong and she hasn’t really thawed toward him physically?—but he’s determined to ignore it. At the worst, he’ll at least get one good kiss out of this.

When they reach Amy's house they come through the back garden gate; Rory holds it open for her and shuts it securely behind them before turning and skipping a step to catch up with her. He leans forward to snatch her hand back up in his, and when she looks at him he's got a crooked, slightly shy smile on his face.

too_fairytale

December 23 2010, 02:33:22 UTC 6 years ago Edited:  December 23 2010, 02:33:36 UTC

She has been smiling at him more lately, or at least, she has been tonight; any other time recently that Rory's noticed her doing it, it's been an unconscious thing on her part. Today has been on purpose--she's angling for a goodnight snog, true, but she's also genuinely enjoyed herself. Amy has found that Rory can be good company now that they're both more grown up and the developmental divide between them isn't as wide a gulf as it was when, say, she was eleven and he was fifteen. He isn't embarrassed to be seen with her (though to be fair, he never really was that) or scandalized by the idea of being with her at all (which had seemed to start happening after she tried getting a New Year's snog out of him when she was fourteen). He's still as awkwardly sweet as ever, though, and his jokes are still terrible, and he still gives her his complete attention. It's nice to know that some things about him haven't changed.

Though, the things that have changed... like him growing older, and therefore a lot less gawky-looking... or whatever prompted him to actually ask her out when she'd thought he would never be interested... they aren't so bad, either.

Amy gives him a teasing eye-roll as he takes her hand again. "Afraid I'll get lost between here and the door?"
Rory rolls his eyes right back at her, though it's tempered somewhat by the way he ducks his head a little and smiles, slightly awkward and a touch shy.

"No," he says, and dares to be upfront. "Maybe I just like holding your hand ... is that okay?"

The question comes almost automatically. It's sort of an unwritten rule between them, something understood, that even though they may be sort-of dating, Amy doesn't do public affection. At all. (She doesn't even really do affection by itself much, either, but especially out in public.) And while they aren't exactly out in public right now, they are outside.
"Maybe," she replies--also almost automatically, as a tease, but she actually does mean it. Sort of. Maybe. No one's around, it's just them; she can let herself like it a little, too. She gives their joined hands a swing.

nurse_boy

December 23 2010, 03:41:54 UTC 6 years ago Edited:  December 23 2010, 03:53:30 UTC

He can't help but smile brightly as Amy steps ahead to get her key in the lock of the back door. It's not a yes but it's definitely better than a no, and Rory will take maybe over no any day, from her.

Letting go of her hand so she can get the door open, he stuffs both his hands back in the pockets of his coat to warm them, and stamps his feet. Amy's face is glowing milky white in the moonlight, highlighting her cheeks and eyebrows making her hair shine copper red, and once again Rory is struck by just how lovely she's become. At heart and in mind she's still the stubborn, bonkers, slightly damaged Amy he's always known, but physically there's hardly a trace of the young girl she once was left. It still surprises him--after all, when he was learning to drive and taking his GCSEs, Amy was still Amelia, shedding the last vestiges of childhood and still very much into her Raggedy Doctor games.

So it both confounds and pleases him that he is dating pretty Amy Pond--confounds, because even though she's been his best friend for years she was always, well, younger; and pleases because beautiful, witty, sparky Amy seems to have given up casual dating and serial snogging (outside of her job) for him. Best friends or not, they're an unlikely match.

"Hey," he says, reaching out to touch her elbow as she gets the door open. "Mind if I come inside for a moment? I've got ... I've got something for you. A present."

Bugger, that was transparent ...
Something like a jolt of electrical excitement shocks right through Amy's chest at that, and she almost drops her keys as she wrestles them away from the lock. A present? But their entire trip to Bristol for dinner was supposed to have been her birthday present (and she knows it wasn't cheap). If she's been successful in hinting at wanting a goodnight snog, or he's been planning to snog her goodnight all along, and that's what he means by a present... it will officially be his most un-terrible joke ever.

"Yeah," she replies--almost blurts, really--and shoves her keys into her coat pocket, standing aside to let him go past her inside. "Come on in."
Rory grins at her as he goes past, trying to ignore the way a cage full of butterflies have just been set loose in his stomach and hoping it doesn't show. His hand in his coat pocket closes around the small box again and holds it tight.

Inside, he stands in the hall and waffles over whether or not to take off his coat while Amy comes in. Would it be too obvious? Too forward? He would certainly be looking to stay for longer than a minute, and he has no clue how tired she is or if she'll be wanting to head to sleep soon.

In the end, he decides to keep his coat on. No use being assuming.
Amy is similarly waffling as she gets the door closed--automatically turning the lock out of habit, because Aunt Sharon always kicks up a fuss whenever she comes back after Amy and finds the door open to all and sundry. She's got no idea what Rory has up his sleeve, besides hoping for a kiss, so she thinks maybe inviting him in in might be... presumptive, because goodnight snogs that start indoors leads to shagging. It always does on telly, anyway. And Rory might interpret her inviting him in in as hoping for a goodnight shag rather than a goodnight snog (although she wouldn't say no to the former, definitely not, oh god Amy stop thinking) and get flustered or offended or something and make a hasty exit and then she won't get either a snog or a shag.

Five seconds of that particular thought apocalypse sees the door good and shut and Amy turned to face him again and, for one of the very few times in her life, erring on the side of caution.

"So!" she says, just a shade too brightly. "What's this about a present? I thought dinner was my present."
Rory smiles, breathing in slowly and hoping Amy can't tell how the butterflies in his stomach are now doing loop-the-loops at a dizzying speed, and that he's doing the right thing. He's never gotten a girl jewelry before, not even Sarah, and while he had done his best to pick something that he found tasteful and nice and well-suited to Amy, he's still afraid that she'll find it gaudy and tacky and just downright silly. Or too--important, big, for the length of time they've been dating. Which would be extremely awkward. And would probably kill any chance of that kiss he's been angling for all night.

(And possibly any chance of them. He doesn't know if he could standard the awkwardness.)

But he keeps smiling, and taps the box in his pocket nervously. "It was," he replies, taking a step toward her. "But just part of it. Um--here." And he takes the box out of his pocket and holds it out to her without any further preamble. "I got you this."
Both Amy's brain and stomach nearly stage a revolt when she sees the box. That can't be a ring box, she's mentally shrieking, why would he--already?!--but he's not bending down on one knee--

As television and movies have just about been her only portal into how romance is supposed to work, and given the fact that on telly when a bloke breaks out a little jewelry box for his girl it always contains a ring... it's probably not surprising that a completely unexpected marriage proposal is the first thing she thinks is happening.

But she takes the box with only a minor tremble to her hands and when she opens it, instead of finding a ring (and that's a massive catastrophe averted), there's--a necklace with a gold 'A' pendant. And--is that a diamond nestled in the crook of the letter? Oh god it better not be a diamond. She'd have to kill him for spending that kind of money on her. (No one's ever spent that kind of money on her.)

"Oh," Amy breathes out in a rush, ridiculously relieved and flattered and almost indignant all at once. "You--how much did you spend on this?" She reaches out and lightly punches him in the arm, a patented reaction of hers when she's feeling heartfelt but awkward about it, and as usual not realizing or caring that it's generally considered rude to ask how much a present cost.
She likes it! Brilliant!

Rory is almost light-headed for a brief moment as a similar rush of relief goes through him; he laughs a little and tries to dodge her arm punch, but she connects and he makes a bit of a show of crying "ow!" and rubbing at his arm in protest.

"Not nearly enough," he mutters a bit bashfully, straightening out his coat. Then he realizes what he's said and cringes inwardly. That, perhaps, is a bit too telling (on a number of things). But Amy doesn't seem to have heard him; she's still holding the box in one hand and trying to work the delicate gold chain out with the other. He comes to stand just in front of her, peering over the lid of the box.

"So you like it then?" Bugger, he can't quite keep a hint of nervousness from creeping into his voice. "It's not rubbish?"
"It's--"

Beautiful, you idiot, you bought this for me?

Amy's temporarily too wowed by the fact that he obviously spent a lot of money on a very nice piece of jewelry to be potentially freaked out by that very same fact: that he bought her jewelry. Which is supposed to be some kind of binding symbol of commitment, right? Of course it isn't as concretely binding as a ring would be, but... blokes don't buy jewelry for their platonic girl mates. Do they? (Which is a patently ridiculous thing to think, given that they can't be platonic mates if they're sort of dating each other, so it's probably good that she isn't thinking it just this moment.)

"Help me put it on?" she says, in lieu of continuing to babble like a speechless moron, as she finishes gently extracting the chain from its base in the box.
"Oh. Um--" Rory blinks. "Sure. Right ... here."

He holds his hand out for the necklace and sets about getting the clasp undone while Amy turns her back to him and gathers her hair up and away from her neck. Looking up, he pauses.

It's a bit silly, he thinks, standing this close to Amy and finding it hard to breathe, like this is a new thing. He's been close to Amy more times than he can count over the years, and closer recently; there's been hugs and the occasional cuddle on the couch, not to mention all the times they swung together on the tire swing overlooking the lake. So it's ridiculous that he should be affected now. Except he knows he's been hyper-aware of her physical presence all night, paying close attention to every glance, every smile, every tilt and lean of her posture, looking for clues to tell him whether or not tonight is the right night to finally press his luck for a kiss. Everything so far has said yes.

So it's with barely trembling hands that he moves to awkwardly swing his arm over and around her to drape the necklace around her throat; his heart skips a beat as his knuckles brush over her skin and as he fumbles with the clasp he thinks he catches the faint whiff of strawberries. Probably, it's her hair. He's seen strawberry shampoo in her bathroom before. And then he can't help but wonder what her skin smells like, and that he'd only have to lean forward an inch or two to find out ...

(Stop it, Rory.)

The clasp clicks into place. "There," he says quietly, and drops his hands to briefly touch her shoulders before she turns back around.
It's hard to keep herself from visibly flinching, or squirming, when his knuckles brush against her neck; the skin there feels overly exposed, prickly, in semi-conscious anticipation of just such a touch. Amy finds herself wishing Rory would kiss here there--she could go for that, instead of a kiss on the lips, as an opening move--but then he's got the clasp done and the moment is over. She takes a moment to swallow and wet her suddenly-dry lips as she lets her hair drop back down and settles the necklace into place beneath her throat, then turns around for his inspection.

"So?" she asks, lifting her chin and posing a little. "How does it look?"
Rory blinks as he looks at her. Again.

He's suddenly stricken with not knowing quite what to say, as usual. On one hand, it's just a necklace, and it looks exactly like a necklace should--it's just ... there. Around her neck. Glittering just a bit in the light coming from the kitchen. Nothing fantastic or ostentatious or mind-blowing, just a simple little necklace.

However, on the other hand ... she's all but invited him to stare at the general vicinity of her chest. Shifting his weight on his feet, Rory keeps his eyes firmly zeroed in on the pendant sitting just below the hollow of her throat so she can't accuse him of wandering eyes (oh god he would die). Not that there's really much to see at the moment--her coat is hiding most of her figure--but the point remains. He swallows and licks his lips before shrugging a bit uselessly.

"It looks ... it looks nice," he says, his mouth quirking up at the corners in a smile, taking a step toward her. "So you actually like it then?"
"Yes, I actually like it," Amy replies, giving him a light little punch on the arm as he steps closer--oh god, he's stepping closer--and then (partly on impulse, partly because she wants to, partly because she's hoping he might turn his head into it) darts forward to kiss his cheek in thanks.

nurse_boy

December 29 2010, 01:44:17 UTC 6 years ago Edited:  December 29 2010, 01:46:23 UTC

He's making a show of rubbing his arm again and grinning, pleased, when she kisses his cheek. Normally a gesture of this sort would get a similar, no-frills kiss back or a hug, but here--now--with everything that's on his mind, everything he's got at stake--his breath audibly hitches when her lips touch his cheek. And when she pulls away he knows his cheeks are glowing, he can feel the heat crawling up his neck and into his face, and he sort of hates himself for it. He's grinning and ducking his head and breathing a small laugh like he's never so much as even seen a girl before, much less had any experience snogging one. But Amy's always managed to fluster him more than any other girl, even when they were younger.

"That's--that's good," he manages, still smiling, but on the inside he is screaming obscenities at himself for being such a hopeless loser. "That's really good."

One slow breath and a swallow to center himself, and he's calming down. The blush fades from his cheeks as his expression settles into something more awkwardly focused, and his eyes flick down to her mouth for a brief second before looking up again. A sort of silence passes between them for a moment before Rory hesitantly reaches up to twine a bit of her hair between his fingers.

This is your chance. Right now.

"Happy birthday, Amy," he says quietly, intently, eyes fixed on hers.
She absolutely does not miss the downward flick of his eyes--did he just look at my mouth? Or was he looking at the necklace again?--and has to wet her lips again as her mouth goes semi-dry again. Her breath catches when he fingers her hair; she feels suddenly pinned in place by his eyes; and in that moment she knows, absolutely knows, that he's about to kiss her. Or he wants to kiss her. Amy wants to be brave on his behalf and lean forward to kiss him herself, in case he chickens out, but... she doesn't move. She wants Rory to make the first move, because she already knows that she'd quite like to snog him senseless, and (perhaps selfishly) wants him to show that he feels the same way before she does it.

Even so, she's unconsciously parting her lips ever-so-slightly and leaning just a fraction of an inch towards him while her stomach does jumping jacks in anticipatory glee. He wants to kiss me, he wants to kiss me, he's going to kiss me! a little voice in her head shrieks, Success!
Meanwhile, the butterflies in Rory's stomach are engaging in lethal air combat and the little voice in his head is shrieking Oh god, I'm going to really kiss her, is she actually leaning forward?, oh god oh god I'm going to kiss Amy OH GOD.

(Which is still ridiculous if he thinks about it, because again, it's not like he's never snogged a girl before. But this is Amy, who has somehow wormed her way in to become the center of his universe, so this is so much more to him than just a simple kiss.)

And he couldn't even stop now if he wanted to--he's dropped his gaze to somewhere around her lips again but he's inching closer just as she is, and his fingers in her hair move to brush against her cheek until his palm is resting lightly over it. He might be shaking slightly, but he thinks: he wants this. Has wanted. Wants her. Wants to kiss her ... wants to do more than that, really. His fears and awkwardness can sod off.

When they're close enough for their noses to gently bump and her breath to mingle with his he hesitates just one last second, swamped with nerves, before closing his eyes and stepping off the edge, closing that last gap between them to press his lips against hers.
The closer Rory gets, the more Amy's stomach graduates from jumping jacks to aerial acrobatics, especially when his eyes drop away from hers again--he IS looking at my mouth, oh god he's cupping my cheek with his hand, blokes always do that right before they lean in--and then their noses are just barely touching and she feels lightheaded with breathlessness, if he was going to just peck her on the lips he would have done it already, she is getting a birthday snog--

--her eyes don't fall shut until his lips touch hers, she wants to take in every last second of the way his face looks as he does indeed lean in the way blokes in movies do--and then she's inhaling a silent breath through her nose when their mouths tentatively mold against each other. Her nerves are suddenly fizzing and her hands and feet are buzzing, like she's on the verge of going off like a firecracker, and she thinks, okay, that's enough of waiting for me--

--and Amy reaches up to take his face in both her hands, opening her mouth just enough to barely pull his bottom lip in between hers in a blatant invitation for him to kiss her deeper.
A full-body tingle blooms at that first touch of lips to lips, but Rory barely has time to triumphantly realize that Amy is kissing back before her hands plant along his cheeks and she's all but teasing him to kiss her deeper, and that tingle erupts into an all-out explosion of surprise and desire and surprise.

(He shouldn't be ... he knows Amy enjoys a good snog, and it's what he's offering her. But after the Leaver's Ball, he'd feared ... He isn't just another snog. He can't be. He doesn't want to be.)

He stumbles slightly on the spot and his hands automatically fly to her face to mirror her own on his, still so surprised he can't even make a sound. As he straightens himself up he responds in kind, opening up to her just enough to kiss her upper lip as she sucks in his lower, and in a bold rush he tentatively touches his tongue to her lip in the lightest of licks across it.

He can't even comprehend this--it was supposed to be just a simple question of a kiss, a test to see if Amy would even let him. That it's so quickly flared to this ... his senses and his mind can barely keep up.
A thrill rushes through Amy's blood when Rory takes her invitation and opens his mouth in return, followed quickly by an almost metallic-feeling shock at the touch of his tongue--oh god his tongue oh god I want to know what he really tastes like how he kisses when he's not drunk on spiked punch--and she throws the metaphorical door open wide by pushing her tongue right in against his.
Rory shudders in a breath through his nostrils as Amy delves her tongue into his mouth, his fingers tightening along her cheeks; oh god it's hot and velvet soft, she tastes like a dream, and he's thinking of the Leaver's Ball too, how silly breathless kisses had mixed with alcohol and latent attraction to turn into something urgent, and he almost pulls away because he doesn't want this to be like that. But it isn't--this is purely them, this is real, and Rory is dizzy and lightheaded with the suggestion that Amy actually wants him, a little, if the way she's kissing him is any indication.

One of his arms falls down her back to wrap around her waist and pull her up against him as his other hand slides around the nape of her neck, and he opens his mouth fully to her, sliding his tongue over hers in slow, languid strokes. This is not happening, a part of him insists, while another shouts yes it is! and firmly shuts the door on all his insecurities.
Amy's flattening herself against Rory's body almost before his arm pulls her there--it's a completely unconscious move on her part, borne from her perception of what his hand is about to do and a sudden need to feel him flush against her. She very vividly remembers how he had felt pressed against her after the Leaver's Ball; now he feels exactly the same and yet... different, somehow. Maybe the fact that neither of them are tipsy this time has something to do with it. He tastes different, obviously, thanks to the absence of alcohol. Now he tastes like--nothing at all, but heat and--and desire.

Desire?

A second metallic shock skitters beneath her skin, from the top of her scalp down to her toes, even as a voice in her head insists that she's silly for being surprised, you don't snog someone like this unless you want to get them in bed. (Which is a bit rich coming from that voice, since Amy has snogged a lot of blokes a lot like this without wanting to shag them. Sort of. Not exactly.) And while she's done a fair amount of fantasizing over what it might be like to have Rory seduce her--in more than a fair amount of detail--somehow she had still never been quite able to picture him actually doing it. Probably, their aborted drunken shag in the shrubbery behind the gymnasium is to blame for that; she spent the better part of two years after that believing he didn't want her like that. Maybe part of her still believed that even after he asked her out.

It's a little hard to keep believing when he's holding her this close, his tongue caressing hers like he's done it before--wait, what?--and her knees are legitimately going weak from how good it all is. Amy kisses him back with all the skill she still has the faculties to employ, and has to consciously keep herself from going too fast lest she accidentally scare him away. (She might not believe anymore that he doesn't want her, but he's still Rory. He's more than likely one misinterpreted signal away from bolting.)

nurse_boy

December 29 2010, 08:15:41 UTC 6 years ago Edited:  December 29 2010, 08:17:39 UTC

But all good things have to end sometime, and as much as he wants to ignore it and keep kissing Amy just like this until the sun comes back up or maybe longer, he's running out of air.

It takes a lot of willpower, but Rory manages to break off their kiss without loosening his hold on her. Breathless and a bit flushed, he pulls back his head to look at her, his fingers moving slightly against her neck and waist. He has no idea what to say; he's been effectively poleaxed. He just knows he doesn't want to let her go and lose the feel and warmth of her body so close to his, closer than she's ever been before.

Except for that once, but he can barely remember it now.

"Wow," he finally whispers, and his face cracks into a brief, amazed smile before his eyes drop again.

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well durr :D

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/SHAME

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YOU SHOULD BE

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I'M JUST SAYING

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GET OUT

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NO

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;_;

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