Rainbow Snippets 06/22

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I haven’t posted a snippet for a little while. I’ve been rather busy with real life. I’ve also been getting ready for Euro Pride Con which is happening next weekend. To say I’m excited is an understatement.

The program for EPC looks great. One of the items on the itinerary is “speed reading”. I’ve volunteered for this. I have ten minutes to read from one of my books so I thought I’d share a snippet from one of the excerpts I’ve been practicing. To prepare for this, I’ve also been recording myself reading the excerpt, to time it. I will share this reading with my next post which will be the weekend after EPC, but now, here’s my snippet.

First here’s the Blurb:

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And now here’s the snippet:

Kit has decided the best way to find out about the man he keeps bumping into in unexpected places is to search for him online. His only access to the internet is via the library which places him in yet another situation that his contingency plans do not cover.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” I manage to blurt out, directing my words at the floor by his feet rather than at him. It is the completely wrong thing to say, obviously.

“What?” he asks. “This is a public library, mate. I thought anyone was allowed to come in here.”

I chance a quick peek at his face. He’s confused, I think, which is better than angry, but not by much. Maybe I can explain a bit better.

“No, no, I mean, I didn’t have a contingency plan because I didn’t expect you to be here while I search for you online.

“Eh?” He looks even more confused. “Why would you be searching for me online?”

A Springful of Winters was released last summer as part of the Seasons of Love Anthology from Beaten Track Publishing.

A Springful of Winters and Seasons of Love are available from Beaten Track Publishing, Amazon and Smashwords. If you are lucky enough to be going to EPC next week, you could get your hands on a signed copy. I’ll also have ecard download codes to sell.

If you are local to me, my ecard downloads will also be available to buy at our local Green Beans Market in Whitley Bay Station next Sunday from 10am-3pm. North Tyneside Writers Circle have a stall there. If you do live nearby it would be great if you could pop along and support your local authors. Tell ’em Jo sent ya.

Rainbow Snippets is a group for LGBTQ+ authors, readers, and bloggers to gather once a week to share six sentences from a work of fiction–a WIP or a finished work or even a 6-sentence book recommendation (no spoilers please!).

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A New Release from Roe Horvat

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It’s release day for the second installment of Roe Horvats “Those Other Books”.

Adam Only is another masterpiece in erotic perfection, and what started out as an exploration in writing erotica, because “I can”, has become a series and an automatic one-click for anyone who read the first “Other Book”.

Roe Horvat can’t write an unlikable character, and this is what I love about his stories more than anything. Even flawed, there’s something compelling about each character in all of his books. Adam Only does not disappoint on that front.

We met Adam and Christoffer in the first book, but they were already an established couple. This is the story of how they met, and it is pure delight from beginning to end. I love Adam, and I love Christoffer and hope we see more of them in future installments.

A great deal of erotica is all about sex and nothing else, but this story isn’t like that. There’s sex and there’s a lot of it, and it’s hot and steamy, but beyond that there’s a story, and heart and two souls finding a safe haven.

The warnings are there for a reason. This is an adult story, with adult content and if you don’t like disapproving looks as people read over your shoulder on your daily commute then don’t read this in public, anywhere. That said, it is about time adults had something to enjoy that was just for them, and Roe delivers that, big time.

For anyone interested in reading an excerpt before they decide to dive in, there is a link at the bottom of this post to a very not safe for work passage that Roe has kindly provided.

First of all, here is the lovely cover , blurb and the all important buy links.

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Blurb

On stage, Adam lets his passion drive him. All his secret desires, everything nasty, dirty, and beautiful flows freely through him, for once in harmony. His soul thrives when his body moves, but only on stage. Adam’s passionate nature makes him a great dancer…and a failure at life. He’s a lonely, emotional mess. Going home with a man far out of his reach is the last thing Adam should do. Christoffer represents everything Adam isn’t: strong, independent, educated, and rich. His kind eyes, at odds with his brutish form, make Adam’s knees and restraint buckle.

Once Christoffer sees Adam dancing, he’s lost. The young man is mesmerizing, otherworldly, and unpredictable. Whatever might happen between them, it will be transient, and Christoffer will most likely get hurt. The temptation is too great, however, and the sex explosive. He might as well enjoy every moment he’s given, even if it’s just one day, maybe two. If Christoffer treads carefully, Adam might stay until Monday.

Warning: Adam Only is a gay erotic love story. It contains explicit language and sexual scenes between two consenting men. For adult readers only.

Here are the buy links:

Amazon  Beaten Track

Reviews are what authors live on. Please do leave one here for Adam Only.

And here is the link to the excerpt if you need any more persuading. This will take you to Roe’s website.

NSFW Adam Only Excerpt

Do check out all the other amazing titles available from Beaten Track Publishing.

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A Frosty Tail

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Six months ago I published a story as part of the Rainbow Advent Calendar. It’s a story set in winter, but it has references to spring and summer. Basically, it’s a fairy tale, with everything you’d associate with a fairy tail: magic, mysterious strangers, daring rescues and of course, a happy ending. It also has something to say about the balance of our world and the equilibrium we have to keep in order for everything to work as it should. When that balance, or equilibrium is disturbed, for whatever reason, the consequences can be disastrous.

On the lead up to Euro Pride Con in Amsterdam at the end of June, I decided to put this story out on Amazon with the hope of getting some print versions to take with me. This may or may not happen, but at least it’s a bit more available now. The links are below but first here’s an excerpt and of course, the blurb and a look at the beautiful cover designed by Roe Horvat.

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Blurb

When professional gardener, Liam Walton, falls and hits his head on his way home from work, he is rescued by a mysterious young man with ice-blue eyes, white blond hair and very cold hands.

This story contains scenes of an adult nature involving physical intimacy between two men. There is also an awful lot of weather, a pretty white fox, a vicar that tells ghost stories and some very dangerous behaviour on a frozen lake (do not try this at home).

Excerpt:

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Liam bid Father Jacob goodnight and left the vicarage to make his way home, cursing that he’d stayed so long, and had drank rather too much mulled wine.

As he stepped onto the track that took him back to his cottage, he felt his heartbeat quicken just a little, in anticipation of seeing the fox again, and in anxiety over what Father Jacob had told him.

Could the fox’s appearance be foretelling some unfortunate event? He hoped not. He wanted to see the fox again, but hoped whatever it was up to, that fortune telling wasn’t part of its plan.

He’d quickened his pace, wanting to get home, out of the cold, biting wind, but when he reached the darkest part of the track, where the trees formed their tunnel, he slowed down. It wouldn’t do to slip on the ice that had formed there. He’d managed to avoid slipping on the way down that morning, but that had been in daylight when he hadn’t had three mugs of mulled wine. Now all he had was a torch and a slightly fuzzy head.

Liam hadn’t realised just how oppressive this tunnel of trees was, and just how intimidating it could be until now, when his imagination was running away with him. Father Jacob’s stories did not help and he felt his heart pounding as he made his way beneath the dark branches.

The air had stilled as he’d entered the natural tunnel and every noise was enhanced and made more sinister by the dark silence. He felt the hairs rise on the back of his neck and an unpleasant shiver ran down his back.

For a moment he hesitated and considered turning and running back the way he’d come, but that wouldn’t accomplish anything. He might be made welcome for dinner in at least a dozen homes in the village, but he would still, at some point tonight, have to negotiate this dark track alone in order to get home. Better to do it now and get it over with.

With a determined roll of his shoulders he shone his torch straight ahead and began to walk. The torch beam caught movement at the far end of the tunnel and Liam gasped. Sitting in the middle of the track, bathed in moonlight, was the white fox. Liam froze, his breath making opaque clouds in the torch beam. The white fox made no attempt to move. It simply sat on its haunches and waited.

Was it waiting for Liam?

That was a ridiculous thought. Why would a wild creature wait for him on a country track? Father Jacob’s anxious warnings filled his head. No matter how hard he tried he could not get out of his mind the thought that this fox was here to warn him. Of what, though? “An accident, a bout of extreme weather, a loss”.  He gave a shudder, feeling the hairs rise on the back of his neck.

“Dammit,” Liam grumbled discontentedly. “Damn foxes and Father Jacob’s spooky tales have got me half scared to death.”

Somewhere behind him a twig snapped. He whirled around in fright, his heart pounding in his ears. Adrenaline fed his fight or flight reflex, making simple shadows look like dark, menacing horrors. He took a deep breath and calmed down. Liam was angry with himself. He’d walked this track in the dark many times before and never felt scared in the slightest. He listened to one supernatural tale from Father Jacob and he was quivering in his boots. Stupid!

And now the fox was gone, dammit. Probably scared off by Liam’s startled movements.

Grumbling to himself, he took a step forward and his boot slid on the surface of a solidly frozen puddle. Liam’s feet flew from beneath him and he fell backwards, his head hitting the ground with a resounding and sickening crack.

Liam’s vision blurred and blacked out and he saw stars. His ears rang and his entire body shuddered with shock and emerging pain. For longer than a moment he lay very still, unable to gauge just how badly he’d hit his head. The sickening crack still resounded in his ears and would probably haunt his nightmares as would the realisation that he had surely hurt himself quite badly.

Could this be the accident the fox had been predicting? If Father Jacob was to be believed, that is?

Liam considered his options, because staying where he was not one of them. No one used this track at night time except him. It was entirely likely no one would use it tomorrow during the day either. He’d freeze to death long before anyone found him. He couldn’t use his phone to call anyone, because there was no mobile signal. It was a notorious signal black spot all along this track and well past his cottage. He had a landline for that very reason. Not that a land line would do him any good if he didn’t start moving. Shouting for help wouldn’t do him any good either, there was no one nearby to hear him. He was going to have to move. He had to get to his cottage, even if he had to drag himself there on his hands and knees.

Bracing himself for pain and dizziness, Liam tried to sit. The pain that erupted in his head, followed by the nausea was enough to make him regret moving at all. He was beginning to think that freezing to death was perhaps a better option after all as he lay, sprawled on his back on the cold, hard ground.

He gingerly felt the back of his head and grimaced when his hand came away wet and sticky. He couldn’t see the colour, but he could see the dark stain on his fingertips and smell the slight tang of blood. He’d probably need stitches.

Once more he attempted to move. The ground tilted alarmingly and dizziness, followed by more nausea, forced him to lie back down, this time curled up on his side, just in case he did actually vomit, which was now a real possibility.

Finally he managed to force himself into a sitting position, with his head between his knees until another wave of nausea passed. He then attempted to get to his feet.

His legs felt weak and his head pounded. Dizziness threatened to topple him again and in desperation he reached out for something solid to hold onto, hoping he’d find a fence post, or a tree trunk. Instead he found an arm.

“Woah, there, big feller.” A cheerful, lilting male voice called, as a hand grabbed his and held it fast. The other arm snaked around Liam’s waist to stop him from falling. “I got you, don’t worry. Of course, I can’t guarantee we won’t go arse over tit anyway. I’m only just getting used to these legs myself.”

“W-what?” Liam asked in confusion, trying to focus on his rescuer.

“Legs.” The voice by his side repeated. “And feet, really? How do you cope with just two?”

“I-I don’t…..” Liam put a shaky hand to his head. It hurt when he spoke. He had no idea what the man was talking about, but because he had mentioned feet, and Liam didn’t feel confident enough to lift his head and look at the stranger’s face without vomiting, he looked down, trying to make sense of what he was seeing.

For a moment his vision blurred and he saw only flashes of white before his eyes finally focused and he did indeed see feet.

“Oh my god.” He gasped weakly. “You’re not wearing any shoes.”

His head began to spin in earnest and he blacked out.

And here are the links:

Amazon  Smashwords 

Tomorrow on my site I will be featuring Adam Only, the new release from Roe Horvat, who designed the cover for A Frosty Tail. Not only does he do kickass covers, he writes kickass books and Adam Only is a corker.

Meanwhile, anyone who wants to check out my other titles you can find all the info at Beaten Track Publishing

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Rainbow Snippet 05/05

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Hey guys, I’ve been out of action for a little while, sorting out the real life drama of losing my job and finding another one.

Things are settling now as I have a few interviews and offers of work. Fingers crossed.

Meanwhile, I have been trying to write. I have too many WIPs, but have decided to settle on this one, with the help of an enthusiastic beta reader. It does help to have fresh eyes to look at stuff.

Anyway, here’s my snippet. Title and blurb are yet to be confirmed. Read on afterwards to find out what else I’ve been up to.

Some people were lucky. Cas wasn’t. His luck had run out spectacularly, three days ago. He now had nowhere to go, except maybe, just maybe, there might be someone waiting for him here, in this tiny town in the middle of nowhere, because he’d answered an ad he’d seen on a scrap of newspaper that had blown into his face while he’d sat on a park bench eating cold fries.

There was no way he could know for sure if he’d even get the job. He’d received a reply to come for an interview, after which, his phone had run out of charge and his laptop battery had died.

He’d boarded the bus from LA, twenty-four hours before, with no way of finding out if there’d be someone to meet him at the other end.

Five buses and a thousand miles later, with his stomach so empty it had forgotten what full felt like, Cas was beginning to wonder if he’d made the biggest mistake of his life.

I started up a Patreon. I don’t really know how I feel about it, but after being made suddenly unemployed, I refused to stay “unemployed” by stating in my CV that I am a writer, because I am. Hopefully some lovely people out there might contribute a few pennies to help me out.

Here’s the link if anyone’s interested. Dawn’s Patreon

Rainbow Snippets is a group for LGBTQ+ authors, readers, and bloggers to gather once a week to share six sentences from a work of fiction–a WIP or a finished work or even a 6-sentence book recommendation (no spoilers please!). Click here to find out what others are sharing this week and give them some love.

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A New Release From Kasia Bacon

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Kasia Bacon’s new release, set in her amazing Order Universe, is set to go live on 26th April.

This latest offering is called Don’t Fight the Spark. Here’s the gorgeous cover followed by the blurb:

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As the Light Festival draws near, the Něssyrians craft paper lanterns, awaiting the most important holiday of the year.

The Lyliňg Fighting House, too, prepares for celebration—by laying fresh sand onto the arena and setting up a match against their top pit fighter, the unrivaled Yüuzuki Ōren.

His last match. One he can’t win.

With the odds more than stacked against him, the gorgeous Barbarian is as good as dead. Unless his lover, healer Ĥaiatto Ẽkana, proves himself every bit as determined as he is clever and finds a way to protect the man he’d stop at nothing to save.

You can get your sticky fingers on a copy of Don’t Fight the Spark from the following websites:

Amazon, Amazon UK, Kobo, B&N, Apple

And if that wasn’t enough to convince you, here’s an excerpt to whet your appetite just a little bit more.

They brought him to me bloodied and beaten to a pulp three days before the Night of Lights.

Being battered black and blue after a fight came with the territory for an ih’mohrô, even one as good as Yüuzuki Ōren. Not once in the past, however, had he ended up unresponsive in my treatment room. My stomach plummeted at the sight of two guards hauling him between them like a sack of coal. Was the dread that had haunted my dreams about to transpire?

Careful not to unmask my fear, I schooled my features. “Here.” I ushered the men to the exam table, erected in the middle of my study for easy access.

I did my best not to wince when Yüu’s limp body landed on top of the linen-dressed surface with a dull thump.

I got to him in two leaps and busied myself with arranging him in a recovery position. Placing two fingers on the inside of his wrist, I took his pulse. It felt thready and rapid, but it was there. I observed his chest rising and falling in shallow but regular breaths. Having seen no evidence of a collapsed lung or any blockage in his airways, I sighed with relief.

The blood caking his body—part dried, part fresh—prevented me from fully determining the damage.

I ordered the men to step back and allow me room to work. The next moment, I snatched my emergency kit from the side cabinet and prepared a basin of fresh water, dampening a soft muslin washcloth in it. Having settled Yüu onto his back with speed and care, I proceeded to clean the skin of the wounded man.

Not just any man, but the one I loved.

The scanty outfit of a pit-fighter, consisting of a simple loincloth, allowed me to get on with my task right away, taking stock of his injuries as the sweeping movements of my hands uncovered more and more scrapes, cuts and contusions.

Yüu was as tough as they came. The toughest. I would know, having treated him and other prized combatants of the Lyliňg Fighting House for over three years. If his body shut down, going into shock from blood loss and pain, both must’ve been significant.

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About the Author

A linguist and an avid reader with a particular fondness for fantasy and paranormal genres, KASIA BACON lives in London with her husband. When not tearing her hair out over a translating project, she writes stories about the shenanigans of emotionally constipated assassins and sexy Elves. Otherwise, she can be found shaking her loins at a Zumba class, binging on anime or admiring throwing knives on Pinterest. A lover of MMA and Muay Thai, she also enjoys nature and the great outdoors. She dreams of becoming independently wealthy, leaving the city and moving into her wooden mini-manor—located in the heart of stunning forests resembling those of the Elven Country depicted in her tales.

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Good luck with your release, Kasia

 

World Book Day

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Happy World Book Day.

In the UK, World Book Day is celebrated in many primary schools with a fancy dress day. Children all over the country will be going to school on 7th March, dressed as their favourite story book character, or, in some cases, whatever costume fits the child because there wasn’t the time to make or the money to buy something specific.

My children are now in secondary school, and fancy dress days do not often happen. Whilst my daughter and all her teenage friends are quite happy to attend every Comic Con they can, dressed as their favourite anime characters (daughter: “it’s called cosplay, mum, not fancy dress, duh!”), going to school dressed up is definitely no longer cool.

I love that we have World Book Day. I feel very privileged to be able to celebrate this day as a reader as well as a writer. I still find it a little difficult to believe that last part.

I think it’s great that this day is promoted and celebrated in schools. Promoting reading is never a bad thing.

In our house, World Book Day would often go like this:

“Mum, Dad, tomorrow is World Book Day. I want to go as [insert literary character here].”

We would then proceed to search our wardrobes, junk boxes and craft drawers and make a costume from what we had. I wouldn’t say we are hoarders, exactly, but we do have two attic rooms that our friends have named “The Rooms of Requirement”.

This same conversation might also take place with a number of our friends. I will often get frantic messages on Facebook from someone asking: “My child wants to dress up as Ebeneezer Scrooge. Do you have something they could wear?”

Our Rooms of Requirement regularly provide items for costumes for children and adults alike, for any number of celebrations, World Book Day included. None of these have been specifically bought costumes. They are acquired, recycled, charity shop whatnots; adjusted, accessorized and adapted to fit whatever character the person wants to be.

(And yes, we did have the necessary clothing and accessories to dress up a child as Ebeneezer Scrooge, Lord Voldemort, Pippy Longstocking, The Good Witch of the North, Frodo Baggins. You name it, we’ve done it).

As long as I have friends who ask, I will continue to provide this service. My Rooms of Requirement are always open.

Many parents do not have the time, nor the ability to make a costume, so there is the convenience of buying something. In some ways, World Book Day is becoming a bit commercialized, unfortunately, it is becoming so for the wrong reasons. Some of these costumes cost quite a bit, compared to, say, a book.

In the light of what has been happening online recently in the book world, where many pirating sites have been shut down for offering books for free without the author’s or the publisher’s permission and with plenty of people supporting these sites, because they think all books should be available for nothing, I find it difficult to accept that some people would defend their taking a free download of a book that should be paid for, but will quite happily pay through the nose for a costume of a character that could be from that same book.

What I’m trying to say is, World Book Day is about books, not costumes. The clue is in the title. There would not be any books if it wasn’t for the authors. Authors cannot keep writing if everyone decides that they should be able to get those books for free.

I love dressing up, and I love books, but please don’t spend a fortune on a costume, especially on this particular day, when you could be spending some of that money on books. Dressing up is fun. Pretending to be a favourite character for a day is exciting, but buying books supports the author that might have created that character, and you never actually grow out of a book the way you can grow out of a costume.

It isn’t World Costume Day, it’s World Book Day, so please consider spending some of that money on something to read. You never know, you might meet a new favourite character.

Celebrate World Book Day by buying a book. Share the fact that you bought that book and then review it, because that’s like giving a Mother’s Day card to the person that gave life to the book you’ve just enjoyed.

Thank You, Ana

To celebrate World Book Day, Beaten Track Publishing have a site-wide sale. All titles are available at 20% off, including mine.

I’d especially like to draw attention to the growing list of Children and Young Adult fiction from some amazing Beaten Track authors.

Click these links: Children’s Fiction, Young Adult Fiction.

To get your 20% discount at the checkout, quote the code: WBD19

This is valid until 10th March.

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Rainbow Snippets 02/16

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Beaten Track Publishing did a thing. A Valentine’s thing, just for fun. We each had to pick an ABBA song and use it as inspiration for a short story, poem or prose.

My short story involves Sol and Lucien from my story “Locked in the Moment”. The ABBA song I chose was “I’ve Been Waiting for You”.

I’m sharing six lines from that short story for my snippet this weekend. If you would like to read the entire thing, the link is at the bottom, along with a link to all the other Beaten Track authors’ contributions. There is also a free ebook compiling all the Valentine’s pieces in one place, available from Smashwords. Again, the link is at the bottom of this post.

First here’s my snippet.

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The blurb:

Sol is impatient waiting for Lucien while he talks to the neighbours. Lucien is angry he’s being so impatient. They both have their reasons for being unhappy.

I’ve Been Waiting for You is a short, fluffy story in the Locked in the Moment universe, with Sol the Troll and Lucien the Fairy. May contain spoilers and some choice language because trolls swear, a lot. This story definitely contains fluff.

The story, as with the original, is told from Sol’s point of view and begins with him complaining about how he just can’t seem to get on with his and Lucien’s new nieghbours. (warning: some bad language. I did say trolls swear).

“You’ve tried to get me to interact with the local villagers before with mixed results. I made a kid cry just by smilin’ at them. I know I don’t smile that often, but in human form I’m not that fucking scary, am I?” I gave up after the third baby cried and I saw the horrified look on their parents’ faces. “Why the hell would they want to speak to a grumpy old troll like me?”

“They don’t know you’re a troll, Sol. They don’t even know I’m a fairy.”

“Yeah, but they like you, Lucien. Everyone likes you. They speak to you for hours, while I wait off to one side, coolin’ my heels. Do you think I like watchin’ you flirt an’…”

Lucien stops chopping the salad and turns, waving the knife under my nose.

“Firstly…” He stops when he realises he’s waving the knife close enough for the pointy end to make me go cross-eyed. He puts it down on the bench behind him with a huff and then continues, “…I do not flirt. With anyone. Except you, not that you would ever notice.”

“When did you flirt wiv me? What did I miss?” I ask. Dammit, I missed it? I like it when he gets all flirty.

The full short story is available here A Valentine’s Day Short Story , or you can download it free from Smashwords here.

To find all the other ABBA inspired stories from Beaten Track authors, click here.

To download the free ebook, click here.

Rainbow Snippets is a group for LGBTQ+ authors, readers, and bloggers to gather once a week to share six sentences from a work of fiction–a WIP or a finished work or even a 6-sentence book recommendation (no spoilers please!).

To find out what others are posting on their blogs this week, click here.

 

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