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    amenities got a reaction from Tyler in Sci-fi Junkie   
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    amenities reacted to Grubbistch in Sci-fi Junkie   
    That sir sounds amazing. May I suggest perhaps a place called Alethea? It has a multitude of different races including humans like lizard looking dragonborn, bird people arrakoa, hyena people gnolls and so much more! This could be a great place for your character to arrive to, crash landing right in the middle of the city, causing quite the stir and experiencing all kinds of confusion as he lands in what seems like a world where humans and monsters are coexisting peacefully (to an extent) which could also give your antagonist a good place to take cover and track down your character, since it's very unlikely he would warrant any attention in a city full of nonhumans.
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    amenities got a reaction from swedenboi6 in Sci-fi Junkie   
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    amenities got a reaction from supernal in Sci-fi Junkie   
    Tell me sir, from where does your character hail? What is he like? These would help inform his crash landing pretty well imo
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    amenities got a reaction from swedenboi6 in Sci-fi Junkie   
    @Dredge come and meet your kin!
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    amenities reacted to Tyler in Sci-fi Junkie   
    Yeah, welcome to the site! There isn't a ton of Star Trek-like stuff, as supes mentioned, but that just means you can be the person to bring it in. My own setting (that was linked above) involves a lot of aspects that weren't very common on the site when I joined (stuff like using motor vehicles or guns, and aesthetics like the Wild West or World War II), so I kind of made it my mission to put such a setting on the map.
    So who knows, you could be the one to forge an entirely new path here.
    Also, on the note of Spock, you might be interested in knowing that I have a character who is basically an amoral, quasi-gangster version of Spock as the main advisor in my country. Iol I like the Vulcans a lot, but always was annoyed with their (ironically illogical) morality, so I made my own version that sort of blends Vulcans, Elves and elements of Native American culture/history into my own race to supplement the human-centric culture in Norkotia.
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    amenities got a reaction from swedenboi6 in Sci-fi Junkie   
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    amenities reacted to swedenboi6 in Sci-fi Junkie   
    waves Oh well hello there!! How y'all doing?! I'm brand new to Valucre and looking very forward to learning more about the community. I've been RPGing for over 20 years, sticking mostly to the Star Trek universe with a few excursions into other genres from time to time. 😄 I've collaboratively written using several mediums including mailing lists, message boards/forums, SMS and NOVA, Discord and, most recently, Google Drive (go figure). I live in the beautiful state of Colorado and have a career in the multifamily housing industry, which I love!! 🙂 In my spare time, I enjoy many interests and hobbies including hiking and camping, road trips and exploring, minimalism and urban lifestyles, Postcrossing and penpals, sci-fi and fantasy (most especially Star Trek), and many others. A few guilty pleasures include watching Korean vloggers, the new The Elder Scrolls: Blades app and Spock, in all his recreations, who I'm pretty much in love with (don't judge). Honestly, I'm not sure where I fit within the community, but I'm eager to explore the possibilities!! I'm looking forward to writing with y'all!! 😉

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    amenities got a reaction from supernal in The Neverending Challenge   
    Please fight me! I am open to any style. T1, UFS, Narrative, or just plain talked out. Accept my challenge by posting here or sending me a PM!
    ~~~
    Michael Commager stood on one of two hills separated by a grass valley. The valley was a quarter mile, a perfect bowl, all around nothing visible but the green of grass, the blue of sky, and the white of clouds. Morning sunlight filled his half of the valley, the west half. There were picturesque clouds in the sky that did nothing to blot the swelling daylight.
    A white tunic clung to the golden band around his neck, the diamond of white satin fit to his torso coming to a skirted point between his knees. His bare feet were spread shoulder length apart. There was a red sash tied around his waist, a perfect trapezoid affixed to his abdomen. The trapezoid was gilded in natural edges of red gem, its center a ribbed tortoise shell pattern of the most matte obsidian. A wooden switch was tucked at his left hip beneath the sash; it was both subtly warped and endlessly reliable. One end of the switch was slightly bulbous and the other a flat end. On the bulb was a perfect triangle of three gems. One was red, one was blue, and the one nearest the pommel purple.
    There were other gems on the man. Two, to be exact, nestled one beneath each earlobe as if dangling earrings except not. The one beneath his right was red, a deeper crimson than the one on the switch, the one under his left as black as imaginable.
    Michael's arms were held to his side, elbows bent at a 90° angle with flat palms facing upward. His eyes were closed and he breathed solely through his nose. He meditated, yet to be activated from a seemingly impenetrable slumber.
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    amenities got a reaction from supernal in GIF association   
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    amenities reacted to bfc in [Dead: Killing Kajal] Water and Wine   
    Schrei arrived without ceremony, without luggage, dressed as usual in her rumpled black coat.

    She had her hood up, its front edge drooped low over her face to ward off the morning sun. Beneath its shadow, her features appeared more pale and ghostly than ever, an effect which was compounded by the silence of her footsteps and the absence of even the slightest creak as she made her way across the pier. A phantom child, perhaps, come to haunt the evil Cain for some forgotten past misdeed.

    But then she nodded in answer to his first question, and ambled down the walkway into the black submersible. There would be no haunting today—the Dead had to stick together, did they not?

    Once they were inside, she pulled a knife. Not to stab him, of course, but to answer Cain’s second question. She turned her new hand around, as if to let him see it from another angle, and there it was, lying in her palm.

    She tossed it in the air, and caught it between two fingers as it came down. She let it drop, bounced it off the toe of one boot, and caught it again as it came up. She turned her hand over once more, and suddenly it was empty, the small blade hidden away as quickly as it had appeared.

    Suffice to say, her encounter in Tia had not reduced her capabilities in the slightest.

    Alas, they had a journey to make before she could begin to employ them, and Schrei wasted no time in claiming one of the fancy seats. She curled up like a cat, and closed her eyes, and fell still.

    And listened.

    The quiet hum of the ship’s engines, the churning of water against its hull, the deep rumble of distant currents and the faint bubbling of waves high above. Schools of fish, hearts beating and tails swishing in perfect unison. Larger, louder creatures, slow and methodical in their hunt. Sonar pings from various sources, deflected at odd angles by the ship’s hull to hide it from their notice. And, of course, there was Cain. Quiet, that one, but she heard him all the same.

    For hours she listened, picking up on every last whisper. Until she began to hear other ships, and other people, in growing numbers. The first signs that they were approaching civilization.

    Her eyes blinked open, and she raised her head, the song of Kalopsia ringing louder and louder in her ears.

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    amenities got a reaction from Neondragon7 in Spurs for the Burro   
    What a bout of camaraderie Craxus and Yintor were having. That’s what Peacekeeper Michael Commager would have thought if he were around (>_>) In reality, there was a wolf exchanging honorable drinks with his opponent while on the other hand two people who might one day know each other well fought without even the respect to reveal their own identities.
    While the half-men approached, the soldiers around the carriage began changing hand signals rapidly. The signals went from rotating in two eloquent patterns of different signals to, with some strange algorithm of timing, syncing up with one another. Just as the half-men neared and the mysterious white-haired lady shot her hydro balls and moved to enact her light, they made the simple act of forming fists with their signaling hands. Each of their bodies turned into a flock of rock spikes that fled for the half-men. Dervish would receive two spikes in each eye and one in the wiener. Though the spikes assailed all approaching half-men verily, it appeared the carriage would be left open after they were all pierced similar to Dervish.
    Meanwhile the carriage driver and the strange bitch duelt.
    His hat had sliced one half-man’s head off, his fire launched another. When she released two artillery-strike-like blasts of liquid, he made a 70° turn to her left. For some reason he, the meager carriage driver with white hair and a crystal floating around him, had the battle awareness to assume the hydroball would change trajectories to follow him. So it was that, with the ring on his left hand gleaming with increasing red intensity, he ran in a wide arc that would (eventually) lead him to the woman herself.
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    amenities got a reaction from Thotification in [Dead] Is it because of the name?   
    It was lucky she'd slapped him so his oldened face flopped away from the sheriff, because the unstoppable masochist in Cain grinned shakily even in his elderly visage as the Dead Mistress smacked his disguised faec. He even drooled a little. In just a moment though, it wouldn't even matter.
    Shit!
    She had hit that old man hard! Looked like she could have broken the geriatric fuck's neck! As the Sheriff disembarked the vessel with Seabass aboard, he left the door *wide open*. The Sheriff neared the lady smacking the grandpa, maybe a hand outstretched or maybe a word of protest— all for naught. As he came within two feet howver, the old man's head snapped back to face him, the bondage-loving lull still painted unnaturally on his expression. Old Cain stuck his tongue out, out, farther out. The wet appendage extended with languid grossness through the space between them. Twisting through the two feet, seeping with liquid, the old man's tongue caressed the Sheriff's face. Its wan extension caught him so off guard that he hadn't even reacted until the tongue was nearly toughing his face.
    "Sweet Gaia's snatch!" He snatched it out of the air, disgusted when he had finally processed the uncharacteristic happening. But it was too late. As he tried to grab as tightly as he could to the tongue, it used its saliva as lubrication and plunged into his right eyeball. The Sheriff cried out, shrieked like a child as his hands fell slack and he fell to the ground.
    Just as his cries echoed through the air, Esben's attack had begun. 
    Just as Esben's attack began, the elder visage melted like ice cream in a microwave. It melted, shifted, until the tongue extended from the maw of a cracked grey skull mask, the rest a tight black material that fit over the rest of his head and covered his neck, one long braid of red sticking out from a small hole on the back left.
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    amenities got a reaction from Thotification in Mykur: The thorn imperium   
    Black's eyes were, like his shoulders, slouching. To say he was high on something like weed didn't quite cut it. The white-clad vagabond looked, as some might say,. faded. He gazed with almost impenetrable attention upon Keli. There was a little red tinging his eyes that indicated he just might have used some substances, but the most obvious thing was that he'd issued his statement about one of the most powerful people in the world trying to kill him without altering expression— without so much as appearing to have ever looked at Cain. As the group made their way to the auction, Cain reached beneath his expensive blazer and withdrew a stick with the number "69" on it. He handed it to the Dead Mistress with a mere extension of the wrist, hardly moving the elbow around which her now-elegant hand wrapped.
    As they made their way through the vast auditorium, the lights went out. All other sculptures in the arena were shrouded by the darkness while Keli's was illuminated by a single ray of light. He stood before the ray of light, accentuated not by being within the light, but by being in the way of it and the 20-ft structure from the crowd's perspective.
    "Velcome," he said, spreading his muscular black arms wide, palms placed so pleasantly upward. "Today, zis adventure we go on, vill lead von of you to invaluable nirvana."
    Leading their way to the fringe of the crowd that gathered around Keli and the siamese sculpture,  the half-masked Cain elected to respond to Black only after a disrespectfully long amount of time. 
    "If I had ever tried to kill you, Mr. Neon, you'd be a tiny speck of dust nobody ever remembered."
    "Today, von of you will leave vith zis sculpture vitch I have crafted in memory of the two fighting being visin us all."
    Cain's words had not been spoken harshly; just as an undertone to the "great" Keli's words; but Black's regularly pale visage appeared even more paper-white than ever.
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    amenities got a reaction from danzilla3 in [Dead] Is it because of the name?   
    It was lucky she'd slapped him so his oldened face flopped away from the sheriff, because the unstoppable masochist in Cain grinned shakily even in his elderly visage as the Dead Mistress smacked his disguised faec. He even drooled a little. In just a moment though, it wouldn't even matter.
    Shit!
    She had hit that old man hard! Looked like she could have broken the geriatric fuck's neck! As the Sheriff disembarked the vessel with Seabass aboard, he left the door *wide open*. The Sheriff neared the lady smacking the grandpa, maybe a hand outstretched or maybe a word of protest— all for naught. As he came within two feet howver, the old man's head snapped back to face him, the bondage-loving lull still painted unnaturally on his expression. Old Cain stuck his tongue out, out, farther out. The wet appendage extended with languid grossness through the space between them. Twisting through the two feet, seeping with liquid, the old man's tongue caressed the Sheriff's face. Its wan extension caught him so off guard that he hadn't even reacted until the tongue was nearly toughing his face.
    "Sweet Gaia's snatch!" He snatched it out of the air, disgusted when he had finally processed the uncharacteristic happening. But it was too late. As he tried to grab as tightly as he could to the tongue, it used its saliva as lubrication and plunged into his right eyeball. The Sheriff cried out, shrieked like a child as his hands fell slack and he fell to the ground.
    Just as his cries echoed through the air, Esben's attack had begun. 
    Just as Esben's attack began, the elder visage melted like ice cream in a microwave. It melted, shifted, until the tongue extended from the maw of a cracked grey skull mask, the rest a tight black material that fit over the rest of his head and covered his neck, one long braid of red sticking out from a small hole on the back left.
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    amenities got a reaction from danzilla3 in Mykur: The thorn imperium   
    Black's eyes were, like his shoulders, slouching. To say he was high on something like weed didn't quite cut it. The white-clad vagabond looked, as some might say,. faded. He gazed with almost impenetrable attention upon Keli. There was a little red tinging his eyes that indicated he just might have used some substances, but the most obvious thing was that he'd issued his statement about one of the most powerful people in the world trying to kill him without altering expression— without so much as appearing to have ever looked at Cain. As the group made their way to the auction, Cain reached beneath his expensive blazer and withdrew a stick with the number "69" on it. He handed it to the Dead Mistress with a mere extension of the wrist, hardly moving the elbow around which her now-elegant hand wrapped.
    As they made their way through the vast auditorium, the lights went out. All other sculptures in the arena were shrouded by the darkness while Keli's was illuminated by a single ray of light. He stood before the ray of light, accentuated not by being within the light, but by being in the way of it and the 20-ft structure from the crowd's perspective.
    "Velcome," he said, spreading his muscular black arms wide, palms placed so pleasantly upward. "Today, zis adventure we go on, vill lead von of you to invaluable nirvana."
    Leading their way to the fringe of the crowd that gathered around Keli and the siamese sculpture,  the half-masked Cain elected to respond to Black only after a disrespectfully long amount of time. 
    "If I had ever tried to kill you, Mr. Neon, you'd be a tiny speck of dust nobody ever remembered."
    "Today, von of you will leave vith zis sculpture vitch I have crafted in memory of the two fighting being visin us all."
    Cain's words had not been spoken harshly; just as an undertone to the "great" Keli's words; but Black's regularly pale visage appeared even more paper-white than ever.
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    amenities got a reaction from Rin in [Dead] Is it because of the name?   
    It was lucky she'd slapped him so his oldened face flopped away from the sheriff, because the unstoppable masochist in Cain grinned shakily even in his elderly visage as the Dead Mistress smacked his disguised faec. He even drooled a little. In just a moment though, it wouldn't even matter.
    Shit!
    She had hit that old man hard! Looked like she could have broken the geriatric fuck's neck! As the Sheriff disembarked the vessel with Seabass aboard, he left the door *wide open*. The Sheriff neared the lady smacking the grandpa, maybe a hand outstretched or maybe a word of protest— all for naught. As he came within two feet howver, the old man's head snapped back to face him, the bondage-loving lull still painted unnaturally on his expression. Old Cain stuck his tongue out, out, farther out. The wet appendage extended with languid grossness through the space between them. Twisting through the two feet, seeping with liquid, the old man's tongue caressed the Sheriff's face. Its wan extension caught him so off guard that he hadn't even reacted until the tongue was nearly toughing his face.
    "Sweet Gaia's snatch!" He snatched it out of the air, disgusted when he had finally processed the uncharacteristic happening. But it was too late. As he tried to grab as tightly as he could to the tongue, it used its saliva as lubrication and plunged into his right eyeball. The Sheriff cried out, shrieked like a child as his hands fell slack and he fell to the ground.
    Just as his cries echoed through the air, Esben's attack had begun. 
    Just as Esben's attack began, the elder visage melted like ice cream in a microwave. It melted, shifted, until the tongue extended from the maw of a cracked grey skull mask, the rest a tight black material that fit over the rest of his head and covered his neck, one long braid of red sticking out from a small hole on the back left.
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    amenities got a reaction from Thotification in Spurs for the Burro   
    What a bout of camaraderie Craxus and Yintor were having. That’s what Peacekeeper Michael Commager would have thought if he were around (>_>) In reality, there was a wolf exchanging honorable drinks with his opponent while on the other hand two people who might one day know each other well fought without even the respect to reveal their own identities.
    While the half-men approached, the soldiers around the carriage began changing hand signals rapidly. The signals went from rotating in two eloquent patterns of different signals to, with some strange algorithm of timing, syncing up with one another. Just as the half-men neared and the mysterious white-haired lady shot her hydro balls and moved to enact her light, they made the simple act of forming fists with their signaling hands. Each of their bodies turned into a flock of rock spikes that fled for the half-men. Dervish would receive two spikes in each eye and one in the wiener. Though the spikes assailed all approaching half-men verily, it appeared the carriage would be left open after they were all pierced similar to Dervish.
    Meanwhile the carriage driver and the strange bitch duelt.
    His hat had sliced one half-man’s head off, his fire launched another. When she released two artillery-strike-like blasts of liquid, he made a 70° turn to her left. For some reason he, the meager carriage driver with white hair and a crystal floating around him, had the battle awareness to assume the hydroball would change trajectories to follow him. So it was that, with the ring on his left hand gleaming with increasing red intensity, he ran in a wide arc that would (eventually) lead him to the woman herself.
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    amenities reacted to Rin in [Dead] Is it because of the name?   
    Ralph… Esben made a face at that name. Sure it was supposed to be a code name yet he hated the name. And before he could complain, the leader had moved onto the mistress.
    Fine… But if you stick me with that code name and I die, I'm haunting you forever.
    Esben--'Ralph' spoke telepathically before moving more towards the targets. His hands into his pockets as he strolled forward, Team B was he? Well it was time to show what he was. Pulling out the small ore shards he flung them at the guards.
    Well now to see how they react to becoming ore creatures. Will they resist or wither.
    He smirked to himself as he had gone a bit ahead before team A. He was a bit overexcited.
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    amenities reacted to Thotification in Spurs for the Burro   
    THE DEAD MISTRESS
    Whatever the fake carriage driver was trying, the skull-masked woman was already ahead of him. Even as the mind-controlled half-man jumped on her, the woman was well on her way to the side. She was already moving, away from any potential enemies or allies with self-preservation in her mind. Seeing the carriage driver's uncanny ability in manipulating light, the woman decided to change tactics.
    Just as the half-man neared her, the woman leaped up high then came another assault of blinding light as wings of light emerged from her back, making her fly into the sky. Does she need time to think? Not necessarily.
    Motes of light are everywhere. Light's lance is still charging. I need more time.
    From the corner of her eyes, the half-men are already charging towards the carriage, a few jumping into what seemed to be chanting men. Dervish was already there, barking his commands to regroup and charging.
    Back to the skull-masked woman, she had only been in the air for a second but both her hands lit up and another flash of light and sound assaulted the enemies eyes and ears as the woman's spell was activated. Two blasts of sparkling balls of water out of both her hands, one heading for the burning half-man and the other for the Peacekeep- carriage driver. Each globe of water is as strong as an artillery strike and should send both the half-men flying dozens of meters back, but she was not confident if anything she ever does will ever affect the Peacekeep- carriage driver.
    Meanwhile, her recent spell activations had created more and more of these benign motes of light that seemed to drift everywhere. Harmless and mostly unnoticeable.
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    amenities reacted to supernal in GIF association   
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    amenities got a reaction from Djinn&Juice in The Goodest Boy   
    Now it was Michael's turn to blush. He had been educated on many subjects including war, righteousness, health, and even sex; but marriage was something he had scarcely ever spoken of or heard about. Shanti and he had been happy together- would always be, he knew- but was marriage the institution they would call it?
    "Not yet, but something like that!" he said in response to Ross, beaming over to Shanti. "This is Shanti, Ross. My love, and not the only one!" he said, eyes following Roswell's attention to her stomach. "A plate at the table is all for tonight dear," he said shifting his full attention to her. "Let's show this ruffian around a little first, though."
    Taking Shanti by the hand, Mike led the three away from the giant pot of simmering food and around Aspyn's great perimeter wall. Theree was a modest pathway separating most of the wall from dense forest. There were eight gateways into and out of the city spread dozens of miles apart. As the three ventured into the shade of the canopy farther and farther from the North gate toward the Northeast gate, Michael told Roswell about the city and its wall.
    "We're nearing 6 million in population now! Been growing for 5 or 6 years. All of Terrenus is not so lucky though," he went on, bare arms gesturing to implicate the city's great rise and others' less fortunate fate. "Cities, whole cities, are falling. I've never seen any national discontent of this level in my life. It scares me. That's why, with help from Archbishop Twizzen and Gaia's clergy stationed in Biazo Abbey, I have led a Terran military venture to establish a refuge city. A haven away from the destruction and, Gaia willing, a place from which we might levy a brighter future. People steadily pour in the South gates from all over the continent, following the good word that there is a place defended from the dark by Gaia and the Terran military.
    "Even this isle isn't safe, though. To the east is the unnatural chasm that ruined Biazo City. The population has been mutated into what we call Half-Men. Most of them are just trying to get by in the ruins of the city, now called Bi'le'ah, but some of them aren't so peaceful. The Mule, a Half-Man mafioso who's benefited from the Half-Man plight in Bi'le'ah, has erected somewhat of a criminal syndicate. He aims attacks at our caravans, travelers, and even the city itself. That's why we have this wall," he said, fingers brushing along the perfectly natural looking barrier.
    "10 squads of geomancers run 24/7 rotations manning this wall. Their magic has been infused inside it to allow perfect responsiveness to their defensive geomancy. The wall is coded with our blood. Only one person in this city can grant a new person access or remove access from controlling the wall."
    To demonstrate this intimate connection, Michael withdrew his hand sharply from its surface. A spike jutted out from the wall just beneath his palm with enough force to punch clean through an assailant's chest, had one been approaching the structure.
    Now the group ventured away from the wall into a dark patch of forest, Michael turning to Roswell with interest twinkling in his eye. His hair was somewhere between short and medium-length now, and he swept a side bang behind his ear in heat that permeated the forest shade. Though he focused on Roswell, his hand still clung to Shanti's.
    "Anyway, tell me about those friends of yours Roswell! Perhaps an alliance and expansion is in order? The benefits will be laid bare even as we walk, I'm sure!"
    It was clear that Michael had picked up education in more fields than just the aforementioned— it shone in his tone and entire demeanor that he seemed to have acquired quite the pension for diplomacy as well.
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    amenities got a reaction from Praetorian in General chat thread   
    You're really gonna do that to me right before I go to work 😭
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    amenities got a reaction from supernal in General chat thread   
    You're really gonna do that to me right before I go to work 😭
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