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TIME PASSING

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Diana could hear the faint sound of laughter echoing from inside before she even rang the bell. It was one of those perfect California evenings — the kind that looked painted, all gold light and soft air, the kind that made everything feel easy.

She had a tote bag slung over her shoulder — games, a stuffed animal Nikita loved, and a cozy hoodie she'd borrowed from Malachi. Beside her, Malachi carried a small box of toy blocks he'd picked up on the way, insisting that every babysitting gig deserved a fun gift.

When Dani opened the door, her eyes immediately brightened. "You made it!"

"Of course," Diana grinned, stepping forward to hug her. "How could we say no to our favorite toddler?"

Behind Dani, the faint sound of tiny feet pattering on tile echoed closer. Then came the voice — high and delighted. "Auntie D!"

Nikita came running full speed, curls bouncing, wearing tiny socks with stars on them. Diana crouched down just in time to catch her.

"Hi, sweetheart!" Diana said, laughing as Nikita wrapped her arms around her neck.

Malachi leaned against the doorway, smiling wide. "Wow, I didn't even get a hello."

Nikita peeked at him over Diana's shoulder, her grin widening. "Mawachi!"

"Okay, that's better," he said, pretending to wipe sweat off his forehead.

Pasha came out from the kitchen, car keys in hand. "You two are lifesavers. She's been talking about this all day."

Malachi showed him the box. "I brought reinforcements. You know, in case she gets bored of us."

Pasha laughed. "You might regret that when she refuses to put them away."

Dani and Pasha went over the usual rundown — snacks in the fridge, bedtime at eight, favorite stuffed animals, and the emergency numbers. They thanked them again, promised to be back in a few hours, and after a few quick hugs and blown kisses from Nikita, the door clicked shut behind them.

The home instantly felt quieter.

Diana glanced over at Malachi. "So... are we ready for this?"

He grinned. "I think we've got it handled. How hard can it be?"

Ten minutes later, they were both sitting cross-legged on the living room rug, surrounded by a miniature kingdom of toys — wooden blocks, stuffed bears, plastic tea sets, and one half-dressed baby doll.

Nikita was in her element, babbling to them as she built an uneven tower of blocks. "Tall!" she exclaimed proudly.

"Wow," Malachi said, eyes widening. "That's taller than me."

Diana smirked. "That's not saying much."

He gave her a playful glare, tossing a stuffed penguin at her. She dodged it, laughing.

Nikita giggled at their banter, clapping her little hands.

After a while, the toy tower inevitably collapsed — Nikita's shriek of surprise turning into a fit of giggles. Diana laughed along with her, scooping up a few of the fallen blocks.

"Alright, how about a movie?" Diana suggested. "Something fun before bedtime?"

"Yay!" Nikita said immediately, bouncing on her knees.

Malachi looked over at Diana. "You're gonna pick Zombies, aren't you?"

Diana gave him an innocent smile. "I was thinking about it."

He groaned dramatically, though there was a grin tugging at his lips. "You're just trying to feed my ego."

"Oh, please," she teased. "You don't need help with that."

Still, he queued it up on the TV, and when the familiar opening sequence started playing, Nikita squealed and clapped, crawling closer to the couch.

Diana and Malachi exchanged a look — her amused, his resigned — before both settled onto the couch. Nikita climbed up between them, blanket in tow, eyes wide with excitement.

The screen glowed, and the movie filled the room with music and color.

For a while, it was calm. Nikita watched in fascination, munching on a handful of goldfish crackers Diana had poured into a bowl. Malachi's arm rested along the back of the couch, brushing lightly against Diana's shoulders. She leaned into him, a soft smile on her face.

Then Malachi's character appeared onscreen.

Nikita froze. Then pointed. "Mawachi!"

Malachi's head turned, startled, before he started laughing.

Diana giggled, covering her mouth. "Yes, baby, that's Malachi."

"Mawachi!" Nikita squealed again, bouncing up and down on the couch.

"Yeah, that's me," he said with mock pride, voice soft. "Guess I'm famous now."

She crawled straight into his lap, eyes glued to the screen. He adjusted her gently, making sure she was comfortable.

Diana's heart melted watching them — Malachi sitting there, a toddler in his lap, his eyes soft and his smile unguarded. It hit her in a quiet, unspoken way — how natural he looked like that. How gentle.

"You're a natural," she whispered.

He turned to her, still smiling. "You saying I should quit acting and start babysitting full-time?"

"Maybe," she teased. "You'd have the best reviews."

He chuckled, eyes flicking back to Nikita. "Yeah, but my boss drools and pays me in goldfish crackers."

"Seems fair to me."

By the time the credits rolled, the house was quiet again.

Diana glanced over — Nikita was sound asleep, her small head resting against Malachi's chest, a tiny fist curled around the fabric of his hoodie.

Malachi looked down at her, voice dropping to a whisper. "She's out."

Diana smiled softly. "You look like a human teddy bear."

He smiled back. "Don't tell anyone. Gotta protect my street cred."

She laughed quietly. "Come on, let's get her to bed."

He stood slowly, careful not to jostle her. She stirred just a little, letting out a sleepy sigh as he carried her down the short hallway. Diana followed, turning on the small nightlight in Nikita's room — a little moon that glowed soft and blue.

Malachi laid her gently in the crib. She shifted once, then settled, breathing even and calm.

Diana leaned down and kissed her forehead. "Goodnight, sweetheart."

Malachi mirrored her, brushing a strand of hair off the toddler's face before whispering, "Sleep tight, kiddo."

They stood there for a moment — both quiet, just watching. The soft hum of the nightlight filled the silence.

Then Malachi took Diana's hand, and they slipped out of the room, closing the door softly behind them.

Back in the living room, Diana collapsed onto the couch with a sigh. "Okay, I think we crushed that."

Malachi dropped beside her, stretching. "Ten out of ten babysitters."

"Five stars on Yelp."

"Maybe even six."

She smiled, leaning her head on his shoulder. "You were really sweet with her."

He shrugged modestly. "She's cute. Makes it easy."

"She adores you," Diana said.

He glanced down at her, a small smirk tugging at his lips. "You jealous?"

She tilted her head to look up at him. "Maybe a little."

He chuckled, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "You don't have to be."

Her cheeks warmed, and she smiled softly.

For a while, they just sat there — the glow from the TV washing over them, some random animated movie playing quietly in the background. Diana's eyes grew heavy. Malachi's thumb traced lazy circles against her hand. It was peaceful — domestic in a way that made her heart ache with quiet joy.

The sound of a key in the door broke the silence.

Dani and Pasha stepped inside, laughter trailing behind them.

"Hey!" Dani said softly, closing the door behind her. "How'd it go?"

Diana sat up, smiling. "Perfect. She was an angel."

"Fell asleep during the movie," Malachi added. "Didn't even put up a fight."

Pasha grinned, hanging up his jacket. "That's a miracle."

"She pointed at Malachi the entire time he was on screen," Diana said with a laugh. "I think you might have a little fan."

Dani's smile softened. "That's adorable. Thank you both for doing this — seriously."

"Anytime," Diana said warmly.

They chatted for a few minutes, trading little stories — Nikita's reaction to the movie, how she built a block tower taller than Malachi, how she'd refused to eat her apple slices because they were "too crunchy."

Eventually, Dani yawned, thanking them again. "We owe you guys big time."

Malachi shook his head. "Nah. We had fun."

"Too much fun," Diana added, smiling.

They said their goodbyes, hugged, and stepped out into the cool night air. The drive home was quiet, the city lights blurring softly past the windows.

Diana looked over at Malachi — hand on the wheel, humming under his breath, that peaceful look on his face again.

She smiled.

Maybe babysitting had been more than just a favor.

Maybe it was another tiny piece of the life they were slowly, quietly building — together.

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The early May sun was bright but soft, glinting off the windshields lined up outside LAX. The air smelled faintly of jet fuel and sunscreen, a mix that somehow always felt like summer was just beginning. Diana sat in her car with the windows cracked, sunglasses perched on her nose, music playing low — something upbeat, something that made waiting feel like part of the fun.

Her phone buzzed.

today 1:41 PM

just landed!!

i'm outside arrivals! can't wait to squeeze you!!

She checked the rearview mirror, fluffing her hair — not that Aspen cared, but it had been months since they'd seen each other in person. They had both been busy, but somehow this weekend had lined up perfectly.

It wasn't just a visit. It was a girls' weekend — no dance, no school, no alarms. Just them.

When Aspen finally appeared through the sliding doors, tugging her suitcase behind her, Diana didn't even wait. She threw open her car door, sprinting across the crosswalk.

"Aspen!"

"Diana!"

They collided in a hug that nearly knocked Aspen off her feet. Both squealed, laughing as they squeezed tighter, spinning once before pulling back just enough to see each other's faces.

"Oh my God, you're actually here," Diana said breathlessly.

"I know!" Aspen grinned, eyes bright. "LA, baby!"

They both giggled again like teenagers who hadn't seen each other in years. Diana grabbed Aspen's suitcase, tossing it into the backseat, and the two climbed in.

"So," Aspen said as soon as her seatbelt clicked. "First stop — where are we eating? Because airplane food is not it."

Diana smirked. "I already had a plan. You've never had In-N-Out, right?"

Aspen gasped. "No! I've been dying to try it."

"Then buckle up," Diana said with mock seriousness. "You're about to have a life-changing experience."

Diana's apartment sat tucked away in a quiet corner of Los Angeles — modern but cozy, with sunlight pouring through big windows and the faint smell of vanilla candles.

Aspen stepped inside, letting out a delighted gasp. "Oh my gosh, this is so cute!"

Diana smiled proudly. "Right? It finally feels like me."

Aspen wandered around, taking everything in — the soft throw blankets, the photos of Diana with her DWTS castmates, the stack of books by the couch, and a framed photo of her and Malachi from her first show.

"Okay, but this?" Aspen said, pointing at the photo. "This is adorable."

Diana blushed a little. "Yeah. He surprised me with it."

"Shut up." Aspen smirked. "It's total relationship-core."

They both giggled before flopping onto the couch, food spread out on the coffee table.

"Okay," Aspen said solemnly. "Moment of truth."

She took a massive bite — and instantly froze. Then her eyes widened. "Oh my God."

Diana burst out laughing. "Told you!"

"This is — this is art," Aspen said between bites. "This is the Mona Lisa of burgers."

"I take my food recommendations very seriously," Diana teased, sipping her drink.

As they ate, they caught up on everything — Aspen's recent work trip, Diana's DWTS experience, random celebrity gossip, their mutual obsession with new Netflix shows.

Aspen chewed thoughtfully, eyes wide. "I can't get over how good this is. Like, how does this taste so much better than it should?"

Diana laughed, tossing a fry at her. "You sound like you're in a commercial."

"I should be in a commercial," Aspen said, pretending to pose with her burger. "This message brought to you by In-N-Out."

They both burst into laughter.

It was easy, the kind of laughter that filled the whole apartment, echoing between the walls like music.

An hour later, the front door opened.

"Hey," Malachi's voice filled the room as he stepped in, grinning when he saw them sprawled on the couch with wrappers everywhere.

Diana looked up, smile blooming immediately. "Hey, you."

He shut the door behind him, smirking. "You got In-N-Out without me? Betrayal."

Aspen put her hand over her heart. "In my defense, it was my first time. That's a pretty solid reason."

Malachi grinned at her. "Ah, the famous Aspen," he said, crossing the room to shake her hand.

Aspen beamed. "Malachi. The boyfriend with the crazy schedule and the perfect hair."

Diana snorted. "Don't feed his ego."

"Too late," Malachi smirked. "So you're kicking me out for the weekend, huh?"

"Girls weekend," Diana said simply, shrugging. "No boys allowed."

"Wow," Malachi said, mock-offended. "You're replacing me already."

Aspen grinned. "Hey, someone has to keep her company while you're busy being famous."

Diana laughed, leaning into the couch. "She's right."

"Fine," he said dramatically. "I'll just... go cry in the corner."

Aspen raised an eyebrow. "You'll survive."

He smirked, leaning down to kiss Diana's forehead. "So, girls weekend, huh? What's on the agenda? Ice cream? Face masks? Trash TV?"

"All of the above," Diana said.

"And cuddles," Aspen chimed in, giving Diana a mischievous look. "All of her cuddles. Sorry, boyfriend privileges revoked for 48 hours."

Malachi gasped, hand over his chest. "That's cruel and unusual punishment."

Diana laughed, trying not to choke on a fry. "You'll live."

He shot her a mock glare. "You're enjoying this way too much."

"Maybe."

They all laughed again, the sound easy and bright.

For the next hour, the three of them hung out — half-talking, half-lounging. Malachi grabbed a soda and joined them, stretched out on the floor with his back against the couch while the girls teased him about his movie choices and celebrity encounters.

Aspen had a quick wit, matching him joke for joke, and Diana watched them with fond amusement. The energy was light, full of laughter and teasing.

Eventually, as the clock ticked toward ten, Malachi stood and stretched. "Alright, I'm gonna head out before I get kicked out officially."

"Aw," Aspen said dramatically. "Don't worry, we'll keep your side of the bed warm."

Malachis eyes narrowed into a teasing glare while Aspen smirked. Diana couldn't help but laugh at the two.

Diana stood too, walking him to the door. "Thanks for hanging out."

He leaned in, voice softening. "Have fun, okay?"

She smiled. "Always do."

He brushed his lips against hers — soft, familiar, unhurried — before whispering, "Text me if you need anything."

"I will."

He grinned at Aspen. "Nice finally meeting you, troublemaker."

"You too," she said with a laugh. "Have fun sleeping by yourself."

His eyes narrowed again and before he could say anything else, Diana spoke up. "Out," she said, pushing him playfully toward the hall.

"Going!" he called back with a laugh, waving as the door clicked shut behind him.

The apartment was quiet again, save for the faint hum of the fridge. Aspen turned to Diana, eyes wide and sparkling.

"Okay," she said, lowering her voice dramatically. "He's perfect."

Diana rolled her eyes, smiling. "He's not perfect."

"Um, yes, he is," Aspen said, holding up a finger. "He's sweet, he's funny, he looks at you like you hung the moon, and he's hot. Like, unfairly hot."

Diana laughed, blushing. "You're ridiculous."

"I'm serious," Aspen insisted, eyes wide. "You did good, girl."

Diana couldn't stop smiling. "Yeah," she admitted softly. "I did."

Aspen leaned back on the couch, grabbing her drink. "I can't believe you two are real. You look like a movie couple."

"That's dramatic."

"I mean it!" Aspen said. "You should see how he looks at you when you're not paying attention. It's like he's already thinking about your wedding playlist."

Diana laughed so hard she almost spilled her drink. "Stop!"

"Never." Aspen smirked. "Now pass me a face mask before I start writing my maid-of-honor speech."

Diana rolled her eyes but got up, heading to the bathroom cabinet.

A few minutes later, they were both in pajamas, faces covered in pastel-colored masks, hair tied up, feet propped on the coffee table.

A movie flickered on the screen — something funny and comforting — and the living room filled with quiet laughter, the occasional crunch of popcorn, and the soft murmur of shared secrets.

They talked about everything — boys, work, their dreams, their worries. At one point, Aspen leaned over to braid Diana's hair while Diana scrolled through her phone, showing old photos from rehearsals.

By the time the credits rolled, it was well past midnight. Their masks had dried, the air smelled faintly of popcorn and lavender lotion, and both were half-asleep under a pile of blankets.

Aspen mumbled, "Best girls weekend ever," eyes closed.

Diana smiled drowsily. "It's only Friday."

"Then it's already winning."

Diana chuckled softly, pulling the blanket higher.

The city outside was quiet, the kind of hush that made the world feel smaller and warmer. She glanced once at the door, where Malachi had left hours ago, and then back at Aspen, who was already snoring softly beside her.

It was simple, but perfect — a reminder that love, friendship, and laughter could all fit under the same roof.

And for now, that was everything she needed.

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The wind off Lake Huron carried a cool bite, the kind that made Diana breathe deeper, smiling at the familiar scent of fresh water and pine. The ferry swayed beneath her feet, a rhythm she'd known since she was a kid — that gentle roll that always meant she was almost to her favorite place.

She leaned against the railing, hair whipping across her face, sunlight glinting off the waves.

Beside her, Malachi looked like a little kid seeing the water for the first time.

"Wait," he said, turning in a slow circle, his eyes wide. "There are really no cars here? Like, none at all?"

Diana grinned. "None. People walk, bike, or take horse-drawn carriages. That's it."

Malachi blinked, glancing toward the dock where a few carriages waited, horses stamping and snorting in the sun. "So you're telling me if I wanted to get, like, a snack or something at midnight, I'd have to... walk?"

"Pretty much."

He shook his head, half amused, half impressed. "That's wild."

"It's kind of what makes it magical," she said softly. "Everything slows down here. It's quiet, and peaceful. You'll love it."

He looked at her then, his expression softening. "I already love it — mostly because you do."

Her heart flipped. She smiled, bumping her shoulder lightly against his. "You're such a sap."

He smirked. "Maybe. But only for you."

The ferry horn blared, echoing across the water as they neared the dock. The island grew clearer — pastel storefronts, waving flags, flower boxes spilling over with blooms, and the faint clip-clop of horses that you could hear before you saw them.

Diana felt a swell of nostalgia. Every year, her family made this trip — Mackinac was their place, their little escape from the rest of the world. But this time, it felt different. This time, she was sharing it with someone new. Someone she loved.

When the ferry docked, she and Malachi stepped off.  The air smelled of fudge, salt, and something faintly earthy — the unmistakable scent of horses that made Malachi wrinkle his nose immediately.

"Okay," he said, grimacing. "So... this is what horse poop smells like."

Diana burst out laughing. "You'll get used to it. It's part of the experience."

"I'll... try," he said, but his grin gave him away.

They made their way through the narrow main street, lined with candy shops, souvenir stores, and old-fashioned inns. A man on a bicycle rang his bell as he passed, and a group of tourists laughed nearby, posing for photos with giant ice cream cones.

"Okay, this is adorable," Malachi admitted, taking it all in. "It's like stepping back in time."

"Right?" she said, her eyes shining. "And trust me, we have to get fudge at some point. It's mandatory."

He raised an eyebrow. "Mandatory?"

"Completely," she said. "You can't come to Mackinac and not get fudge. It's basically a crime."

"Then I guess I'm a law-abiding citizen," he teased.

She nudged him playfully, and they both laughed as they walked toward the line of carriages waiting by the curb.

The ride up to the Grand Hotel felt like something out of a movie. The carriage creaked along the path, wheels crunching over gravel as the horses trotted ahead. The sound of hooves echoed off the cliffs, and the scent of lilacs drifted through the air.

Malachi leaned slightly out the side, eyes wide. "This place is insane. It's so beautiful."

Diana smiled, watching him take it all in. The white pillars of the Grand Hotel came into view — towering and elegant, wrapped in an endless porch lined with rocking chairs and bright flowers.

As they pulled up, Diana's heart fluttered. She could already see her parents near the front steps, scanning the arriving guests.

"There they are," she said, warmth spreading through her chest.

She climbed down from the carriage before it fully stopped, rushing across the gravel with a smile so wide it made her cheeks hurt.

"Mom! Dad!"

Her mother turned first, and the next second Diana was wrapped in her arms, squeezed tight.

"Oh, honey," her mom murmured. "We missed you so much."

"I missed you too," Diana said, eyes stinging a little. Her dad hugged her next, lifting her slightly off the ground.

"Hey, peanut," he said softly.

When they finally pulled apart, Malachi was standing a few steps behind, one hand in his pocket, a nervous smile on his face. For the first time since she'd met him, he actually looked shy.

Diana turned toward him, her hand brushing his arm. "Mom, Dad — this is my boyfriend, Malachi."

Malachi stepped forward, extending his hand. "It's really nice to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Sinclair."

Her mom didn't even hesitate — she pulled him into a hug instead.

"Oh, sweetheart, no handshakes here," she said warmly. "We hug in this family."

Malachi laughed nervously, hugging her back. "Uh — okay, I can do that."

Her dad joined in, clapping him on the back with a grin. "Good to finally meet you, Malachi. We've heard a lot about you."

"Hopefully all good things," Malachi said, smiling now.

Her dad winked. "Mostly."

They all laughed, the tension breaking immediately.

Inside, the Grand Hotel smelled faintly of fresh flowers and polished wood. The lobby gleamed with chandeliers and vintage decor, the kind that felt timeless.

They chatted for a bit — her parents asking about his filming schedule, Malachi asking about their favorite parts of the island — before her dad handed her a keycard.

"Go ahead and get settled, kiddo," he said. "You two can change, freshen up, and then we'll meet downstairs for dinner."

"Sounds perfect," Diana said.

As they walked toward the elevators, Malachi glanced sideways at her, voice low. "I can't believe your parents actually gave us our own room."

Diana laughed, pressing the elevator button. "Yeah, that took a little convincing."

"Oh really?"

"Mostly from my dad," she said with a grin. "I just reminded them that we're both adults and that you stay over all the time at my apartment, so it's not like it's any different."

Malachi chuckled. "You're brave."

"You act like your parents don't know that you stay over at my place. I literally stayed with you on Christmas," Diana said with a laugh. "Your mom loves me."

"That's true," he said, smirking as the doors opened.

Their room was cozy and elegant — soft white linens, a view of the lake, and a vase of lilacs on the table. Their luggage had already been delivered.

Malachi set his bag down, letting out a breath. "Okay, this might be the coolest place I've ever stayed."

"I told you it's special," Diana said, opening the balcony door to let the breeze in.

He came up behind her, slipping his arms around her waist. "Yeah," he murmured against her shoulder. "Definitely special."

She smiled, leaning back against him for a moment before turning. "Come on, we have to change or we'll be late."

Dinner that night was perfect. They sat on the hotel's veranda, the lake stretching out below like glass. The conversation flowed easily — her dad telling stories from past family trips, her mom asking Malachi questions about acting and his family.

Malachi was charming, thoughtful, and funny — and Diana could see her parents warming to him with every story. By the time dessert came, her mom was laughing at one of his jokes, and her dad was asking if he wanted to go biking the next day.

Diana watched it all with quiet happiness. She'd been nervous — it mattered to her that they liked him — but now she didn't need to worry.

The week passed in a blur of sunshine and laughter.

One day, they rented bikes and circled the island, stopping every few miles to take pictures or skip rocks into the water. Malachi tried to race her at one point, only to nearly crash when a squirrel darted across the road. Diana laughed so hard she nearly fell off her bike.

Another day, they bought fudge — mint for him, double chocolate for her.

She watched as he took his first bite. He paused, eyes wide. "Okay, this is unreal."

"Told you."

He grinned, already reaching for another piece. "You were right. I stand corrected."

They visited Fort Mackinac, explored old trails, and ate ice cream on the docks while the sun dipped low over the lake. In the evenings, they'd all play cards or sit on the porch, the air cool and sweet, fireflies glowing just beyond the railing.

Diana loved watching her parents and Malachi talk — her dad showing him old photos, her mom insisting he try her lemonade recipe. It all felt easy, like he'd always been part of the picture.

On their last night, the island was quiet. The tourists had retreated indoors, and the world felt still. The air smelled faintly of lilacs and lake water as Diana and Malachi walked hand in hand along the shoreline.

Moonlight shimmered on the waves.

Malachi squeezed her hand gently. "I really love it here," he said softly. "It feels... peaceful. Like time slows down."

She smiled. "That's what I've always loved about it. It's one of my favorite places in Michigan."

He nodded, gazing out over the water. "I get why your family comes every year. It's special."

They walked a little farther before he stopped, turning to face her.

"And for the record," he added quietly, "I really like your parents."

Diana laughed softly. "They really like you too."

He grinned. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," she said, stepping closer. "You made a great impression."

He brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. "Good. I was nervous as hell."

"I could tell."

"Was it that obvious?"

"A little," she teased, her smile soft. "But it was kind of adorable."

He chuckled, leaning in until his forehead rested against hers. The world felt hushed — just the sound of water lapping against the shore, the distant clop of a horse somewhere far off, and the quiet beating of her heart against his.

"I'm really glad I came," he whispered.

"Me too."

They stood there for a long while, arms wrapped around each other as the wind danced off the lake and the stars glimmered above them — two worlds colliding perfectly, love and home woven together in one quiet, perfect night.

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a bit of a time jump with little moments

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