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mutinousmuse:
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Veronica Mars Fiction
Tuesday, September 27th, 2005 12:46 am
Fic: Game Over (Logan, Veronica) R

Title: Game Over
Author: mutinousmuse
Pairing/Character: Logan, Veronica
Word Count: 2, 882
Rating: R
Summary: Set during The Wrath of Con. During an unexpected encounter at Game Lords, Logan takes matters into his own hands.
Spoilers: Season One
Author’s Notes: This fic was written at the request of carminaburana and sunkissdbaby88, as well as for the vmfanficutopia Trapped challenge. X-posted there. Characters’ thoughts in italics. Thanks to truemyth for the last-minute beta!
Disclaimer: This show, like most things in the world, does not belong to me.



Game Over


Veronica craned her neck to hear a whispered conversation occurring several feet away. She was seething with annoyance, and wished that Grant and his goons would just hurry up and spill.

The sooner she got out of here, the sooner she could get out of this ridiculous outfit. It was bad enough that she’d let Lilly talk her into dressing up as Cleopatra for Halloween last year; she certainly never thought she’d wear the hideous thing again. Although... the looks on the faces of every nerd within a ten-mile radius as she sashayed through the door almost made for it. A bead of sweat trickled out from beneath the wig. Almost.

“Shut up, man,” Grant hissed. He glanced nervously over his shoulder. “You know we can’t talk about it out here!”

“Fine,” his partner responded. Veronica couldn’t see him around the corner, but she thought she recognized the voice of Grant’s roommate. “Meet me in the bathroom in 10.”

Perfect, she thought. It gave her just enough time to slip into the restroom and find a vantage point from which to record their conversation unobserved. She weaved her way through the crowd of gawking adolescent boys, completely oblivious to a familiar face watching her in shock from the corner of the room.

Logan Echolls nearly had to physically pick his jaw up off the floor at the sight of Veronica Mars decked out like an anime character, cutting a swath through the room as though she owned it. He had gotten into the habit of coming here whenever Aaron was in a mood. Nobody here gave a damn who he was or who his father was; he could just sit down, plug in, and blow shit up. Para-fucking-dise.

And now she was here to ruin it. The girl was seriously stalking him. Everywhere he went, every time he turned around, Veronica. Veronica. Veronica. She was like an inoperable cancer.

This needs to stop.

He threw his controller to the floor, ignoring the annoyed looks of his fellow gamers, and made his way to the restroom after Veronica. That bitch was going down.

He opened the door and reeled back, hand scrabbling for the support of the door jamb. Veronica was clambering up onto the top shelf of the supply closet in the corner, short skirt hiked up around her hips as it caught on a nail. She wiggled her way around in, ass sticking straight up in the air, lacey, pink panties visible for the world to see. Except the only person in the world here to see it was Logan, whose pants were suddenly three sizes too small. She pulled one leg up onto the shelf, and planted the other onto a shelf below. Her legs were stretched wide, panties barely covering –

Logan staggered forward into the nearest stall. Any moment now she would spin around and see him, and he wasn’t sure what he would do if that happened. All he knew was that the very last person he wanted to talk to ever again was Veronica Mars. He could just imagine the conversation they would have in the halls.

Hey, how’s it going, my little white trash cupcake? Wanna make sweet love right here on the floor?

This, of course, would be followed by Logan pulling down the lacey, pink panties (which she would, of course, be wearing again) with his teeth and fucking her up against the lockers, audience of incredulous ‘09ers be damned.

Fuck. This was not good. Logan’s hand strayed disobediently to his crotch and, ignoring the agonized screams of his internal voice as it begged him to stop, to run away, to do anything but jack off to the images of a sex-crazed Veronica Mars, began to pull down his zipper.

He wrapped his hand around himself, eyes rolling back, and images of Veronica danced through his head. Veronica kneeling in front of him in that short black wig, licking her lips in anticipation as she pulled down his pants. Veronica in her pep squad uniform, bending over in a pre-cheer stretch. Veronica lying on her back in his bed, decked out like a pig-tailed Catholic school girl, knees pulled up, legs spread wide.

Logan’s hand slid back and forth across his cock, and he braced himself against he wall with his free hand.

Oh god...

He vaguely heard the sound of the supply closet door closing, followed almost immediate by the sound of the door opening and the voices of two guys arguing about something. Video game development? Trust fund schemes? Veronica naked, playing in the ocean?

Oh, FUCK!

“Come on, man, they’re about to close. Let’s get out of here.”

And then the voices were gone, and Logan heard the sound of a key turning in the door.

“You two almost got locked in there,” a new voice from outside the door said. “We’re closed for the night.”

Logan was pretty sure that was a bad thing, but couldn’t quite bring himself to care as he continued to work his cock.

Veronica, however, was far more concerned about the voice of the man outside the door. Locked in for the night? Shit!

She shoved the door to the maintenance closet open and hopped down from the top shelf. She had gotten exactly what she needed from Grant and his roommate, but she wasn’t exactly excited about pitching a tent in the boys’ bathroom here in geekville for the night.

She was distracted by a small gasping sound coming from one of the stalls. It sounded like someone was in pain.

“Is someone there?” she called out.

The sound stopped immediately, and all she could hear was the sound of labored breathing. “I know you’re in there,” she said. She pulled her taser out of her bag and approached the stall on the end. “Who are you? What are you doing in here?”

She heard and frantic rustling sound and panicked. Taser in hand, she kicked the door open and lunged forward. Directly into... Logan Echolls?

Who was ohmygod half naked.

“Shit! Sorry! Oh my god!” She turned bright red and stumbled back. Of course his pants are down, you idiot! He was in the fucking bathroom!

Veronica was too busy trying not to hyperventilate to wonder why Logan had been pantless, making moaning noises, in a bathroom stall at Game Lords. Logan. No pants. No pants Logan. And, um, wow. Ack!. Bad Veronica brain! Bad!

Logan was back behind the closed door, trying to will away his raging erection. As though he hadn’t been turned on enough, the sight of Veronica Mars kicking in the door, eyes blazing, face flushed, had nearly sent him over the edge. There’s no way she didn’t notice what I was doing.

He tried to concentrate on the least sexy things he could think of. Donkey. Dick Casablancas. Old woman in a wheelchair. Dick Casablancas having sex with an old woman’s donkey in a wheelchair. The last image worked a tiny bit, enough for Logan to shove himself back in his pants. There was no way he could face Veronica now. He hoped that if he just stayed locked in the stall, she would give up and go away.

His hopes were shattered when she called out, “We’re locked in here, you know.”

Shit.

“And sorry I walked in on you peeing,” she continued. “I wasn’t sure who you were. I thought... well I’m working on this case...” She trailed off, clearly embarrassed.

Logan sighed in relief. She doesn’t know. Schooling his face into a mask of nonchalance, he emerged from the stall, slouching to mask his still-present erection. He leaned against the wall and tried very hard to exude casualness – or at least a marked lack of I-want-to-fuck-you-till-I-pass-out-ness.

“Why Veronica,” he drawled. “If you wanted to know what it looked like, all you had to do was ask.”

Veronica rolled her eyes. “Fuck you, Logan,” she tossed back at him, sounding more tired than angry.

Considering that’s what he had just been pretending to do, Logan refrained from commenting. Veronica looked mildly surprised as his lack of a response, and hopped up onto the bathroom counter. “I don’t suppose you have any brilliant ideas for our little jailbreak.”

Logan pulled out his cell phone. “Call for help?”

“Right, because I’m sure the Game Lords manager would be thrilled to come back here and let us out. Do you feel like explaining what we’re doing here?” She paused. “What are you doing here, anyway? I know why I couldn’t say anything when we got locked in, but what about you?”

Logan looked away, a blush creeping up his neck. “Um, can’t you just call your Dad and have him spring us? I thought you people eked out your meager living by taking a page out of the Petty Criminal’s Handbook to Lying, Cheating, and Picking Locks.”

“Logan... answer the question. Why didn’t you tell the manager you were still in here?” Veronica’s eyes were narrowing as she took in his awkwardly slouched posture and clear avoidance of her question. “Oh my god,” she gasped. “You weren’t! You were! That’s... just... oh my god!”

“So what if I was?” he snapped. “Last time I checked, this was a men’s restroom. It’s none of your fucking business what people do in here! You’ve got no right, sneaking in here, climbing up into maintenance closets like some kind of James fucking Bond.”

“You saw me climb up there?” Veronica grimaced, the memory of her skirt practically pulling off on a nail flashing through her mind. “And then you...”

Logan stared at the floor, willing it to grow a mouth and eat him. “Um, hello? Horny teenage male?” He continued, desperate to gain back some semblance of power in the conversation. “Don’t worry, Ronnie. It could have been anyone’s naked ass and I would have gotten turned on. I still think you’re trash. Although, I must say – cute panties. Were those Lilly’s? Because she had a pair just like them. So kind of her to think of the poor even after her untimely departure. If I’d known she’d willed you her undergarments, I might have been moved to do a little breaking and entering of my own – pearls before swine and all. Say, do you have that red strappy number? I always did like a girl in a thong.”

“Fuck you, Logan!” she shouted, and this time she meant it. She took several steps towards him, stopping only when she was close enough to reach out touch him. Had she wanted to. Stupid brain, Logan thought desperately.

“What the hell did I ever do to you? Get wordless dumped by your best friend? Stand by my father? Love Lilly more than all the rest of you put together? Breathe your fucking air?”

She stopped to breathe, hands swiping angrily at the traitorous teardrops skittering down her cheeks. Logan stared at her, shocked into silence by the intensity of her outburst. They had rules. Procedures. They sliced into each other with cool detachment, a clinical game of one-ups-man-ship. Crying in front of the enemy was in clear violation of the code, but that’s exactly what she appeared to be doing.

Logan stared at the spectacle of Veronica Mars falling to pieces with mild shock. Her voice sounded cracked and ragged, and indeed, there were tears pouring down her face.

“I never did a single thing to you,” she continued. “And all you’ve ever done is treat me like dirt. What the hell, Logan? We used to be friends!” Her face was a mixture of anger and hurt, and Logan suddenly realized that even for him, his words had been harsh.

“Look, I didn’t mean that,” he said, surprising both of them. “I mean, you’ve got a great ass.” Her face darkened again. “Fuck! I’m sorry, okay?” Their eyes locked, and Logan’s grasp of the English language evaporated. It was the only halfway-decent thing he had said to her in well over a year, and he suddenly had no idea how to act. What does one say to a former-friend-cum-arch-nemesis-cum-fantasy girl?

Apparently, nothing at all. Worked for him.

Veronica broke the silence. “You’re sorry?” Her voice was softer than he had heard it since before Lilly died, and Logan thought he saw her tough-as-nails exterior shimmer for a moment before coalescing back around her.

He took a deep breath and wrapped his lips around the words agai. “Yeah,” he said, voice as soft as hers. “I’m sorry.” It felt surprisingly okay to say out loud. Veronica stared at him hard, and then finally looked away.

“Whatever,” she muttered, suddenly looking far thinner and gaunter than she any business looking, in Logan’s opinion. She walked into a stall and grabbed some toilet paper, blowing her nose noisily. She came back out and pulled out her cell phone.

“Wallace? Hey, it’s me... Look, I need a really big favor.”

Logan tuned out as she explained their predicament. He found himself vaguely uncomfortable in his skin, and felt an odd urge to do something... nice for Veronica. He crushed it, and went back to contemplating her reflection in the mirror. She pulled the wig off while she spoke and shook out her blonde hair.

It’s getting long again, he thought, and then wondered why he noticed. He reminded himself that she was, in fact, the enemy. She was a bitch. A trailer trash bitch, outburst or no. She’d betrayed all of her friends, and in doing so, had betrayed Lilly. She’d put a bong in his locker. She’d had him beat up by a biker gang.

But you started it.

Logan met his own eyes in the mirror. You started it.

Her voice pulled him away from his introspection. “Checking yourself out again?” She was done crying, and her face was returning to its normal color.

“Veronica, look,” he began, but she cut him off.

“Shut up, Logan. Wallace will be here in 15 minutes, at which point I will be leaving you here to rot in your own bloated sense of self-importance. The best thing for you to do between now and then is contemplate the beauty of the sound of you not talking, or we’ll leave you in here. Actually, we’ll most likely leave you here no matter what you do, so maybe you should just start digging.” She reached into the broom closet for a dustpan and offered it to him.

Logan laughed.“ And just how do you propose to get out of here without me forcing my way out after you, princess? Taser or not, there’s no way I’m just going to sit here and watch you flounce out of here without a fight.”

Veronica smirked. “Wallace is scrappy.”

Logan leaned back against the wall and placed his hands behind his head. It was a pose of feigned relaxation, and it clearly showcased his toned arm muscles and broadening chest. “Okay,” he said. “Once more with reality.”

She simply shrugged. “It doesn’t matter, Logan. I’m going to boldly go where no man has gone before. And taser or not, your options are to sit here and watch, or, ah, sit here and watch.”

With that, she was climbing back up the shelving of the storage closet and leaning over to open an absurdly miniscule window immediately to its left. Careful to avoid the evil skirt-snagging nail, Veronica began to shimmy and twist her way through the tiny opening.

There’s no way she’ll fit. But fit she did, and Logan was once again treated to a prolonged view of Veronica’s ass, panties, thighs, hips, fucking mother of god she’s trying to kill me.

And then she was through, and Logan was again afflicted with a throbbing erection.

When Veronica peeked back through the window, the expression on her face was absolutely wicked. “What the matter, Logan? You suddenly don’t look so well.” She didn’t bother to mask the utter glee in her voice, and Logan wanted to punch her in the nose.

She’s actually going to leave me here.

And with that, she was gone – not physically, but in the ways that mattered. He could hear her outside, dialing a phone number, speaking to someone, laughing at an undoubtedly poorly crafted joke. Logan felt oddly non-existent. He realized with mild discomfort that he was used to feeling more alive than usual when Veronica was around, not less so.

The thought disturbed him a great deal.

Her head poked back through the window. “Wallace is almost here. We should have you out in a few minutes.” He blinked at her, and she laughed. “I’m not actually going to leave you here, Logan.”

He opened his mouth and closed it, struggling to find the words to express his conflicted emotions. She saved him the trouble.

“Oh, and Logan?”

“Yeah?” He tried very hard to sound as careless as he should have felt.

“This? Never happened.”

Logan let out a breath he hadn’t realized he had been holding. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, Veronica.”

She looked up at him and smiled, and Logan glared inwardly at a rebellious butterfly that began stumbling around in his stomach.

“And I still hate you,” she added.

He smirked at her. “I hate you, too, sweetie.”

~fin


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misa_05
misa_05
Melissa
Tuesday, September 27th, 2005 01:43 am (UTC)

Very hot. I love it. But I stitll want my sequel to Kiss me Deadly...


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mutinousmuse
mutinousmuse
Musey
Tuesday, September 27th, 2005 06:10 am (UTC)

Thanks! And it's still on the list, which I am slowly but surely working my way through. Ask carminaburana and sunkissdbaby88 - I really do take requests! ;)


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melting4you
melting4you
melting4you
Tuesday, September 27th, 2005 03:22 am (UTC)

“And sorry I walked in on you peeing,” she continued. “I wasn’t sure who you were. I thought... well I’m working on this case...” She trailed off, clearly embarrassed.

Logan sighed in relief. She doesn’t know. Schooling his face into a mask of nonchalance, he emerged from the stall, slouching to mask his still-present erection. He leaned against the wall and tried very hard to exude casualness – or at least a marked lack of I-want-to-fuck-you-till-I-pass-out-ness.

“Why Veronica,” he drawled. “If you wanted to know what it looked like, all you had to do was ask.”

Veronica rolled her eyes. “Fuck you, Logan,” she tossed back at him, sounding more tired than angry.

Considering that’s what he had just been pretending to do, Logan refrained from commenting.

Too cute. And hot. You are such a great writer! :)


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mutinousmuse
mutinousmuse
Musey
Tuesday, September 27th, 2005 06:11 am (UTC)

Thanks so much! I'm really glad you liked it. And that scene was fun to write. :)


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carminaburana
carminaburana
Lady Vodka
Tuesday, September 27th, 2005 03:43 am (UTC)

*gasps* Girl, you've got skillz! THANK YOU THANK YOU!!

I loved this!!

(have to finish a paper now, but I'll be back to squee some more in your awesome presence)


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mutinousmuse
mutinousmuse
Musey
Tuesday, September 27th, 2005 06:13 am (UTC)

Thanks! I have to credit you guys for the awesome idea. You handed me the naked puppets - I just made them dance around. ;)


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carminaburana
carminaburana
Lady Vodka
Tuesday, September 27th, 2005 07:30 am (UTC)

Oh those naughty naked puppets! They just won't behave.

So many awesome parts, but this might just be my favorite:

He tried to concentrate on the least sexy things he could think of. Donkey. Dick Casablancas. Old woman in a wheelchair. Dick Casablancas having sex with an old woman’s donkey in a wheelchair. The last image worked a tiny bit, enough for Logan to shove himself back in his pants.

HEE! There is just something about the word "donkey" that makes me guffaw (let alone donkey sex and Dick Casablancas).


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carminaburana
carminaburana
Lady Vodka
Tuesday, September 27th, 2005 07:54 am (UTC)

Oh and of course I did not fail to notice the LEANING (twice!). *sends you an army of snickerdoodles*


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mutinousmuse
mutinousmuse
Musey
Tuesday, September 27th, 2005 06:30 pm (UTC)

You know, I almost forgot to have him lean until truemyth reminded me. And then I figured, if once is good...?

*eats the snickerdoodles all at once and then feels fat*


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mutinousmuse
mutinousmuse
Musey
Tuesday, September 27th, 2005 06:26 pm (UTC)

Thanks! And truemyth helped me out with the donkey sex scene. She's helpful like that.


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drollicaeipathy
drollicaeipathy
drollicaeipathy
Tuesday, September 27th, 2005 06:19 am (UTC)

oh! this was hot! this needs some kind of sequel! veronica in another disguise bumping into logan somewhere else and getting him all steamed up again! oh please :) (beg beg)


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mutinousmuse
mutinousmuse
Musey
Tuesday, September 27th, 2005 06:32 am (UTC)

Thanks so much! It was written to kind of fit between canon scenes, so I don't think there's a specific sequel in the works... but I'll keep it in mind if the muse mutinies!


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mutinousmuse
mutinousmuse
Musey
Tuesday, September 27th, 2005 06:27 pm (UTC)

Thanks so much. I always agonize over the dialogue, so it's great to get positive feedback on. :)


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havemy_heart
havemy_heart
Shane
Tuesday, September 27th, 2005 07:50 am (UTC)

This is smut-tastic! It's just too bad that it didn't lead to an actual hook-up, but if it's meant to fit in with canon, that ain't happenin'.

And this made me laugh out loud:

He tried to concentrate on the least sexy things he could think of. Donkey. Dick Casablancas. Old woman in a wheelchair. Dick Casablancas having sex with an old woman’s donkey in a wheelchair.

Beautiful!


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mutinousmuse
mutinousmuse
Musey
Tuesday, September 27th, 2005 06:28 pm (UTC)

Thanks so much! And yeah, I was trying to be a little more canon-friendly than usual, so no hook-up... but I'm glad you liked the donkey sex. ;) truemyth helped me out with that!


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queen_haq
queen_haq
Queen_HAQ
Tuesday, September 27th, 2005 07:52 am (UTC)

Hot, sexy Logan jacking off - Dude, you are the best! Snarky Logan at its best. And our feisty V refusing to back down.

I love you, El Sicko Fucko.


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mutinousmuse
mutinousmuse
Musey
Tuesday, September 27th, 2005 06:29 pm (UTC)

Yay! Glad you liked it. My naked!Logan!muse was certainly busy... ;)


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anna_bella_12
anna_bella_12
Anna Bella
Tuesday, September 27th, 2005 12:39 pm (UTC)

It said Rated R. I'm still debating if I'll get reprimanded for reading at work....I had to read it everything you write is oh so good....well if I do get yelled at it was well worth it. You made my morning.

I'm now waiting anxiously for Casa Blanca Part 5.


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mutinousmuse
mutinousmuse
Musey
Wednesday, September 28th, 2005 12:04 am (UTC)

Okay, so my last attempt to post this ate itself. Trying again...

Hee! Work sex! Did you read my cubicle smut fic? If that last post will get you yelled out, this one could get you fired... ;)


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anna_bella_12
anna_bella_12
Anna Bella
Wednesday, September 28th, 2005 07:58 am (UTC)

Yes I did, and at work too, except I read it on a coworker's computer while they out and about. I don't think I commented there because my mind turned to jelly and could not form words.


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mutinousmuse
mutinousmuse
Musey
Thursday, September 29th, 2005 03:37 pm (UTC)

Wow. That must have been uncomfortable. ;) Thanks so much! I'm glad you liked it!


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mutinousmuse
mutinousmuse
Musey
Wednesday, September 28th, 2005 12:01 am (UTC)

One does what one can. ;) Thanks so much! Glad you dug it.


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sunkissdbaby88
sunkissdbaby88
sunkissdbaby88
Sunday, October 2nd, 2005 02:45 pm (UTC)

OMG, this was great!

Hey, how’s it going, my little white trash cupcake? Hee

She was distracted by a small gasping sound coming from one of the stalls. It sounded like someone was in pain. HAHAHAHAH

I-want-to-fuck-you-till-I-pass-out-ness Anytime, Logan! (and the boy looks capable of it ; )

And Dick Casablancas! And a donkey! Hahahahahah

I loved this, and you managed to even make it meaningful! You rock.


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mutinousmuse
mutinousmuse
Musey
Sunday, October 2nd, 2005 02:56 pm (UTC)

Thanks! And what can I say? I had two fabulous muses. :)


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sunkissdbaby88
sunkissdbaby88
sunkissdbaby88
Sunday, October 2nd, 2005 03:03 pm (UTC)

Thank YOU, you're awesome for writing this, it was hilarious : D And let's replace 'fabulous' with 'dirty, naughty, Logan-whores' LOL


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inthevast
inthevast
InTheVast
Tuesday, February 20th, 2007 01:06 am (UTC)

I just wanted to tell you how much I absolutely love this fic. The descriptions are so hot, plus awesome snark, and you really mastered the changing POVs.


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