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creature kisses. study notes written in a coffee shop. half used tubes of handcream. not a perfect solider but a good woman. dancing in the rain. déjà vu. rollerskating backwards. confused resting face. maps and day trips. accidental kisses. boisterous laughter that fills the room. chaos and beauty. mary janes and colorful rainbows. fairy lights.

#tags tbd.#morsmordre: intro

influences: maddy scamander;;

maddy is my inner child. she’s my inner teenager. she’s my inner college young adult. she’s a hot mess, a lover, a fighter, easily distracted and just wants to have fun with her friends. maddy is the engaged people person i have spurts of (though they were much more present when i was younger). these are things i love looking back on in my personal life that make me smile and get excited. because, yes, when i’m really excited i can get to maddy level. as much as she loves being out and about with others, she also will be the one building a fort in the middle of anyone’s living room. she finds excitement and goofiness everywhere which is part of her charm. she looks for the good in a world where everything is black and white, good or bad. she has never and still doesn’t see anything through that lens. everyone is worth something and she’s more than willing to welcome most anyone with open arms. she hasn’t gotten much push back, including with death eaters. her loving brain and her logical brain don’t often work together.

impulsively is maddy’s downfall. she doesn’t always make the best choices in the moment before later realizing she should have thought the possible experience through more carefully. she’ll have that realization and once she gets out of that situation she’ll make the same/similar mistake. it frustrates her and she doesn’t understand why the world doesn’t work the way she sees it. maddy believes love will heal all but will surely be proven wrong. and, boy. i’ve been there, maddy. i’m still learning right along with you but never lose that spark of idealism.

magical creatures cannot be ignored. the way she experiences creatures is with pure magic. she knows that’s where her magic is strongest and it’s something she’s proud of. newt’s work was of course a driving force in their home but she was never pressured to be something she wasn’t. however, she found her way and her way was to the creatures. my magic is with animals. no matter what they make me happy. they’re not judgmental and as long as you’re good to them, they’re good to you. maddy sees that in magical creatures. it’s a much safer place for her to spend loving time with just her and whatever creature she’s learning about. she’s following her dream and there’s nothing better than that.

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why maddy?

funny story about how i decided i wanted to create maddy: i wanted to use geraldine viswanathan as a face claim so badly. as i was looking through her gifs i knew she was going to be my free spirit. i also wrote a scamander ages ago and loved him. i even have the magical creatures book that i reference for heavily discussed creatures in threads. that’s how deeply i love that aspect of the universe. they’re beautiful and maddy is beautiful with them.

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extra influences;;

playlist.

pinterest.

#morsmordre: prompts

l-evns

Flourish and Blotts was always a favorite spot for Lily. It had been her first real introduction to the magical world. Well, besides Severus. It still brought back that feeling of excitement. That feeling of excitement. Of being right where she should be. It became common after she started her healing training that she would come her and leave with an arm full of books every week. While it might seem odd, it really wasn’t. There was more downtime than one would think while she was on duty. Even if there wasn’t much downtime, she needed time to decompress once she was home. It made sense just to read. So, another trip to the bookstore it was.

She was moving down one of the aisles, eyes scanning the titles as she moved. One caught her eye and she reached for it, hitting the hand of another. It was only then she realized someone else was there with her. “You take it,” she said with a small smile. She already had three books and she was sure there was another in the shop for her. Even if not, she already had a good number. “I already have plenty.”

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maddyxscamander

Humming as she walked, Maddy peeked into Flourish and Blotts. It wasn’t busy. Damn! She was such an extrovert, but there were times when she would have to suck it up and actually do some work. If she was going to keep up at The Quibbler and write her companion to her father’s precious work, she needed to find a time to do it. She threw her head back admitting defeat and walked inside where she made a list of topics she needed to research.

How to drain the pustules of clabberts for potions. The tent fox -- real or fantasy? Jarvies and their temperamental nature. The cute Pukwudgie name describing something fierce. More facts on flobberworms to drive Avery crazy.

Maddy got up, still humming as she went to find books to answer her wide array of research material. She always had to have multiple things going on at the same time so when she got bored with one thing, she could move on to something completely different. It’s how she learned best. Have fresh eyes and a fresh brain.

Before she knew it, her hand bumped into someone. She crouched down -- a challenge with a stack of books -- and peeked through the shelves and yelped, “Lily!” Maddy held her books to her chest -- thankful she was endowed because it otherwise might have hurt -- and ran to her friend. “Where are you sitting? We need to put these books down so I can hug you -- and ask why you were looking at a book about pukwudgies. Not trying to steal my thunder, I hope.” She smirked and turned to walk. “Well? C’mon!”

#lily || interactions

gideon:

“Oh, uhm..” Gideon glanced at this paint tainted fingers then her paint covered hands. What the hell, he thought grasping her hand, “Nice to meet you Maddy. Probably…” he acquiesced eying the other cans at their feet.

“This one may look nice” he said, squatting quickly to grab a can. He held it in his hand, before shrugging, and saying “when in Rome right?” as he scooped his entire hand into the paint. Moving quickly to get as much of the paint on the make shift canvas, he flung his hand at the sheet. A smattering of shimmery lilac coated the sheet, before dripping slowly. He gave Maddy a quick smile, before digging his wand out of his pocket with his left, non dominant hand. After collecting it, and gripping somewhat awkwardly, he pointed it at his paint soaked hand, and said “scourgify”. The paint then disappeared as if into thin air, and Gideon instinctively wiped his hand along his jeans, just in case. “Sorry, I’m not a real fan of messes” he chuckled.

Enthusiastically grabbing Gideon’s hand with both hers, she covered his with a rainbow of color — Maddy personified. “It’s wonderful to meet you,” she smiled. She adored meeting new people, different types of people, people who’s faces she could make brighten up. She was so optimistic it hurt — but, boy, did it hurt good.

“Okay, Gideon. Here’s the thing: there’s no wrong answer with which paint you use!” Being an artist, a singer, a writer — anything where she could be creative — the idea of metaphor was in her bones. Everything she created had a purpose and the more she looked at the sheet she took from her bed the more she saw the collaboration of all sorts of people mingling together. There’s no wrong answer with which paint you use. She beamed with pride, not for herself but for those brave enough to do something.

“That’s it! A big handful!” Maddy watched a little light switch in him turn on. He was going out of his comfort zone and it lit her up inside. She kneeled down and dipped both hands into a bright pink, took a few steps back and flung the paint from a distance causing little spots across the tapestry. “They look good together, right?”

When he went to take his wand out, she wanted to jump on him and take it away but they’d just met. “No! No clean hands! No clean anything!” She cried. “Life is full of messes. Let this be a good one!”

#gideon || interactions

mary:

Mary took her friend’s hands in hers and squeezed them slightly. “I appreciate you for thinking of me. You must have used some very strong power of subliminal suggestion to drag me out here today,” she joked before shaking her head. “My shop is just down on the other side of Diagon Alley. And naturally, I couldn’t miss your little art project here. It looks like the type of fun that has been sorely lacking around here as of late.”

She shook her head and laughed at the suggestion. “Daft woman! I could never throw paint at you, even if you were willing! The thought of throwing anything but a pillow at you is absolutely apalling!” In truth, she was imagining a certain pureblood getting knocked out by one of the cans, but she couldn’t figure out how she could possibly pass it off as an accident. If anything, it would just cause her to get into even more trouble. Another run in with him wasn’t worth it, so just picturing the scene would have to do.

Maddy took her two fingers pointing from her eyes to Mary’s. “Subliminal suggestion is a specialty of mine.” It actually wasn’t far from the truth. Okay, so she couldn’t actually make anyone do anything but once Maddy was there, she was there and made sure her presence was known. “Yelling at people to make art is also a specialty.” She placed her hands in her paint covered overalls and twisted back and forth. Anyone that didn’t know Maddy would think she was four years old with no life experience, though that couldn’t have been further from the truth. Mary knew that without a doubt. No doubt.

“Daft?! How dare you! Maybe I want to have paint thrown at me,” Maddy snickered. “I’ve been into kinkier things than that,” she smirked. “If tossing cans at specific,” she cleared her throat, “...individuals,” (Merlin she hated Marius), “I may make a concession. As long as we’re on the same page. In fact, I wouldn’t mind joining you.”

Mary’s face held stress. “C’mere.” Maddy wrapped her arms around Mary, giving her a tight squeeze. “I love you, weirdo.”

#mary || interactions

marsxmulci

Falling to his knee’s next to the man he had just so furiously hit, Marius sighed almost as if he were disappointed and clasped his hand around the mans neck. “Hopefully that makes thing crystal clear, now go on, fuck right off.” It wasn’t a work thing or some sort of mission, it was just a jackass pissing Marius off. He didn’t care much about being seen or having someone spew their opinions at him, honestly he just wanted that one guy to just shut up. The man nodded, blood gushing from his nose, and abruptly did as Mulci said, turning and running off in the opposite direction. “Fucker.”

maddyxscamander

Meandering down the road, there was a chilling sound of obvious struggle. Maddy was as loving as they come -- that would likely be her biggest asset -- however, she wasn’t going to run away when she knew something wrong was happening. She did a small jog, following the noise. When she found the scene, Maddy shook her head and bit the inside of her lip.

There were few people Maddy didn’t welcome with open arms. Marius Mulciber was on that short list. There was never a reason to literally beat someone the way he handled the individual in front of her but her anger went back to time in school. Marius messed up her best friend, Mary.

The joy Mary had with him in the beginning was shared by Maddy for a very brief time. There was a giant shift seemingly out of the middle of nowhere. It wasn’t clear what happened, but Maddy saw Mary hurting and that’s all she needed.

Clenching her teeth, Maddy walked slowly and deliberately toward him before stopping with daggers in her eyes. “You’ve some nerve.”

#marius || interactions

senglmerve

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@missmarymacdee

#tags tbd.

avery:

They were complete opposites and maybe it shouldn’t work but it did. Anybody else and he would be irritated by Maddy’s persistent positivity but it was okay because she wasn’t like that to fake through life. She was unapologetically herself and Avery liked that about her. If her bubbliness started to grate on him then all he had to do was get her worked up about the mistreatment of winged horses or imply he thought mooncalves were stupid. And he loved it when a friendship could come with extra benefits, too.

“Because it takes me half an hour to walk five minutes down the street when he’s around,” he said, but Maddy would know that he wasn’t really complaining. There was nothing he was fonder of than Ash and it was obvious in the way he crouched down next to the two of them and gave the dog his own pets.

Where you been? There was the question that had the power to sour things between Maddy and him. He generally avoided political talk with her, or anything related to the war but he wondered sometimes if she had figured out which side he stood with. His left forearm seemed to itch under his sleeve but he didn’t mention that he had been here not so long ago, it’s just that he had been wearing a mask at the time. “It’s impossible to ignore you, Maddy. I’ve been at work, mostly. The babies are all growing up now and we’ve got one who likes his freedom so he takes up most of my time.”

It felt like Maddy hadn’t seen anyone in decades. She knew why. The attack. She wasn’t stupid but for someone who thrived on being around people and physical contact it was killing her to be so secluded. It seemed like she was the only one with a positive outlook and while that did frustrate her, she understood why. Still didn’t like it. So of course seeing Avery and Ash made her brim with joy. — maybe sometimes she was stupid but she didn’t think so.

“You’re mad because people pay attention to Ash and not you. You can admit it.” She smiled, teasing Avery. He wasn’t the kindest person but how would anyone know if they didn’t give him a chance? That’s what she did and it worked out wonderfully. Maddy was herself and this guy who tried to come off as hardened still had some spot for the overly excitable girl. He couldn’t be all bad.

As he leaned down, Maddy just smiled. His face did soften from time to time. He couldn’t be all bad. He loved creatures whereas there were so many who wouldn’t give them a chance. He couldn’t be all bad. He was who he was. Being real and true to himself was admirable — it’s how Maddy lived. For herself regardless of who liked it and who didn’t. He couldn’t be all bad.

“Impossible to ignore? Must be my girlish charm,” she said with an all knowing grin on her face. “Noted.”

“One who likes their freedom? Sounds like you. Or me,” she raised her brows. “Or both of us. Funny how creatures know who is taking care of them.” She ruffled Ash’s enthusiastic, bobbing head. “Like Ash here,” she looked up from the dog, “He knows something about you not many do.”

#avery || interactions #( mooncalves are NOT stupid! )

mary:

Life had been a series of deep pits and mood swings for Mary since the Diagon Alley attack. While she hadn’t been in the middle of the action, seeing the wreckage and aftermath had shaken the woman more than she cared to to admit. She had tried to convince her friends that she was fine and that there were other people to care for, but whether or not they accepted her excuses had yet to be seen.

In truth, her anxiety and PTSD had been worse than ever. She thought she had it under control since graduating from Hogwarts, away from having to be in close proximity of her tormentors. Unfortunately, Mary found herself more often than not having to go to some side alley to try and calm herself after being triggered by the smallest thing. She hated herself for not being able to control any of it, dismissing all of the people who told her that it wasn’t her fault for experiencing these things. Mary wanted control over her life and with each episode, she could feel that control slipping through her fingers.

For the most part, people had started returning back to work at Diagon Alley. The shops were repaired and people seemed to be more comfortable moving about. She had no other choice but to go into work. When she did leave, she rarely stopped for anyone, keeping herself from making small talk with anyone and going straight to either her place or Alastor’s. On this particular day, she found her favorite Hufflepuff with a several cans of paint and a white sheet. Maddy was peculiar to most and given Mary’s rather dour demeanor, the two of them seemed to be an odd pair. But Mary couldn’t help but love Maddy. There was a lightness to her that needed to be protected at all costs.

Mary set down her bag and accepted the can from the woman. “Depends… can I throw the can at someone?” she jested as she gave her old friend a small smile.

Maddy’s excitement only grew when she saw Mary. She knew the beautiful woman had hardships, but that wasn’t any reason to treat her differently. She was a special being who had some hard edges, but Maddy had always done what she could to pass through some of those shards. People might have looked at the quirky girl and wondered how she was able to do so but it never occurred to Maddy that it was something unusual. Mary needed compassion, distraction and genuine love and care. She could feel the emotions of others so well that she just knew instinctively what they needed -- Mary was no different.

To Maddy being there for someone didn’t mean only sitting and talking about big life issues. Part of what made her such a great person was the way her own mind worked. There were so, so, so many ways to be there including just being a person, not circumstances. That was Maddy’s favorite way to interact. Genuine.

“MARY!” she called out, putting the paint cans down long enough to shuffle up to Mary with a heartwarming smile. “I’ve been thinking about you. Well, I’ve been thinking about everyone. I think everyone has been thinking about everyone. Don’t you think?” Maddy excitedly blurted out, speaking a mile a minute. “I didn’t know when I’d see you but here you are!” She exclaimed, guiding her back to the paints.

“Well,” Maddy pushed her lips together snickering, “I can’t condone throwing paint cans at anyone. But --” she lengthened the word and looked up, “you could throw paint at someone.” Maddy nodded pointing at herself. “Huh? Huh?”

#mary || interactions

movie-gifs

Save The Last Dance (2001)

dir. Thomas Carter

#tags tbd.#( wanted connection. )#( i have zero idea how many times i’ve seen this movie. i had the vhs okay? )

ayvcery

“No, no, don’t you fucking—piç.”

There was nothing more annoying than when he had to bring his dog to the veterinarian. Usually, when Avery walked Ash, it was out on the isolated hills of the Isle of Harris and so he forgot just how friendly the labradane was with other people. In a way that made Ash a startling contrast to his owner. Avery continued to swear under his breath as the dog tore away from him to say hello to somebody new. “Just push him off. Ash, come on.”

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maddyxscamander

“Why would I push him off, Avery?” Maddy smiled, petting and ruffling the familiar dog’s short hair. “You should know by now that I love Ash to pieces.”

Avery and Maddy weren’t strangers -- although Maddy would never consider anyone a stranger. The two were together at Hogwarts. Very different houses but Maddy never let that stop her. She put herself out there to anyone who would listen. Perhaps surprisingly to some, Avery was one of those people. They spent most of their time together pouring over the greatness creatures were. He hated hearing about flobberworms, but sucked it up until they got back to the “more interesting” ones. The rest of their time, some might call, a bit of flirtation.

Maddy often came across as naive and living somewhere in the clouds but the girl liked people. Really liked people. She liked closeness and kissing, snogging, cuddling, tickling, passion, partying. She liked ...living. She was loving in every sense of the word. She enjoyed having fun and sometimes that fun was questionable but it worked for her.

“Haven’t seen you ‘round these parts lately,” Maddy looked up at him with her big brown eyes. “Where you been? Not ignoring me, of course.”

#avery || interactions

gideon:

Gideon had to go. He had to see what had transpired with his own two eyes. Had he been anywhere near London at the time of the attack he would have been in the middle of it. But nope. Away on work assignment with muggles swearing they had seen their neighbor boy flying a broom just outside of Galway.

The next day his parents had invited the three kids back home for lunch and to catch up. Gideon knew this was all a ruse to get eyes on him, Fabian, and Molly, but he still went. After recieving too many kisses from his mother, he was able to leave the small house. He had the rest of the day off work, so figured the street should be opened back up, and maybe there was something the DMLE had missed in their investigation.

It was surprisingly busy, probably others wanting to see what was left of the alley. The storefronts were pieced back together at this point, but there was still rubble and hit marks visible on the street. As Gideon looked down towards the entry of to the cauldron, he heard a wooshing noise. He spun around and saw someone unfurling a sheet, and hanging it on a wall. “What the” he said, moving closer to see what this witch was doing. He watched as she set out various pots on the ground. Before he knew it, he was standing beside her, and she held out a pot.

“Care to throw some paint around?”

“Uhm…” Gideon looked around. She was clearly talking to him. “Sure, why not” he said, grasping the can held out for him. He glanced into the pot, indigo paint sloshed from one side before settling. “My brother always said this was my color,” he said with a smirk, “I’m Gideon by the way”. He dipped his fingers into the paint, collecting some, before flicking it onto the hung sheet, causing splatters to appear.

The goal was to bring some happiness and color back to Diagon Alley. What better way than literal colors surrounding them? The idea was so exciting. Maddy could bring her love of art to a place that needed love and beauty -- a reminder that that precious place was that indeed. Precious. Students would be coming to get their supplies for school in a bit and needed to know that Diagon Alley was still magical and unique. It may not be students Maddy was targeting at that moment, but that’s the way she meant it to be. The adults needed the reminder that nothing could take its beauty away from anyone. It couldn’t ruin their memories. Everyone needed a laugh. A hard task but Maddy was determined.

Maddy spotted a wizard looking her way. Excitement grew inside her. I got one! She knew she couldn’t let him get by her. With his confused face, she knew she held his interest. When he stopped by her, Maddy could feel her insides hopping around. “Indigo. A fantastic choice!”

She watched him put his fingers into the paint. He was so careful with how much he grabbed. Maddy bent over and cupped her favorite teal color in both hands. The paint flew threw air, making a large spot along the top of the sheet. Small droplets of teal dripped onto the small indigo splatter. “The colors look good together, don’t you think?” Maddy smirked. “Might look even better with another splash of color. Don’t be shy, Gideon!” She reached out her paint soaked hands to shake his. “I’m Maddy.”

#gideon || interactions

#tags tbd.#( i can't. )

has their allegiance changed or has it grown stronger?

seeing the war in motion has hurt maddy to the core. she had hoped the whole thing would blow over but it was obvious that wasn’t the case. having seen it, the girl’s eyes only grew brighter and brighter. she found her purpose not only in being part of the order but to do whatever she could to make everyone feel loved. even the death eaters needed to feel love. surely they couldn’t know what that emotion felt like if they could attack and kill so willy nilly. she wasn’t scared of being in anyone’s presence. at this stage in the game she should have been but she knew her lot in life was to bring understanding to all things misunderstood. it could be said that her motives to end the war only became stronger, both through attempting showing up for the order and in her own unconventional ways.

what has led them to be on the side they’re on?

oddly enough, the pureblood was set on the path of the order by her family. before going to hogwarts maddy hardly knew what blood lines meant what. she was taught the basics but was legitimately confused once she got to school and saw so many purebloods having such vastly different ideals than her pureblood family. maddy wasn’t one to stay away from them — and she was of their blood status so that may have been what had saved her skin. she was naïve but not enough to not know that fact.

as years went by and she asked tons of questions, of course maddy had been told by her family what they considered to be right: fighting the death eaters, fighting for peace. the difference in the scamander house seemed to be that they allowed their children to learn for themselves what was right. peace won out for maddy every time.

where do they see themselves after the war?

cheering for the better world they would then live in. smiling and dancing in the streets — with no worry of being attacked. family reunions. visiting the muggle world for the first time. acquiring her own briefcase of creatures. taking long trips with nothing but her clothes, notebooks and an endless amount of quills. discovering new creatures. finishing her book. teaching the world. partying with friends and cuddling on late nights. no matter where she was, she planned on smiling upon waking up every single day with the knowledge the threat was gone.

what does your character hope to achieve during the war?

maddy, the forever flower child, wants nothing more than for everyone to be happy. it sounded cheesy but she wanted people to see the world through her eyes. it seemed like most people saw everything in black and white. good and bad. right and wrong. maddy was on the side of the order. the young, distractible witch did her very best to get to order meetings and keep up with all announcements but her speeding mind couldn’t always keep up — that didn’t stop her faith in the cause.

the only frustrating thing about the order (and the death eaters) is that each saw the other as wrong. but maddy didn’t believe anyone was beyond reproach. if she had the chance to get a death eater to see that threats, pain and killing weren’t necessary then she had helped the world one step at a time without being blinded.

if your character could speak to a younger version of themselves, what do you think they would say?

“don’t change a thing!”

what are some new or unshared head cannons you have for your character?

while doing research (or vacation depending on which family member asked) tina and newt were approached about taking in madhuri. they couldn’t deny the child born on the same day as newt. although she knows nothing of her indian birth parents, maddy is a scamander through and through. she doesn’t deny her indian roots but the family that raised her was her family. her curiosity hasn’t hit her. yet.

tina and newt never tried to take away her indian birth name, madhuri. they didn’t think it right to change her name despite being just a baby when they took her in. they had every intention of calling her madhuri throughout her whole life. it was a testament to how independent she would grow to be when she called herself maddy as a small child. she was hardheaded. it stuck so maddy it was.

it’s no surprise to anyone who knew maddy that she was as artistic as they come. her favorite mediums were painting, sketching, singing and songwriting. she never would have thought these “hobbies” would aid her so well as an adult. the book she was writing needed sketches — they went so well with the photographs she took. she accidentally discovered the love of song her creatures had. ninety-nine percent of the songs she wrote were for her babies.

maddy took a niffler to school. she just wanted the small thing’s company. george, she named him, was so cute. they cuddled at bedtime but it only took once for george to slip through her arms and sneak all the way to the top. dumbloedore’s office. he was pretty sure which student the niffler belonged to and called her to see him. when maddy walked in, george was playing with a pile of gold coins. she looked at the headmaster and could only say, “oops.” dumbledore laughed. newt did too. tina did not.

#morsmordre: prompt #tags tbd.

photosetavenue

#tags tbd.

location: streets of diagon alley. open to everyone.

The world would never be the same, but that didn’t stop Maddy from attempting to bring the rainbow out of the storm. She wasn’t taking away the pain from so many being hurt -- and a death. It truly broke her heart, but to her, Maddy knew that’s when the world needed more love. She felt she had to do what she could to spread some sort of happiness. Maddy just wanted to make someone smile, give them a shoulder to cry on, to give a hug or to just listen (and try not to interrupt). Even if it was one person, she’ll have been successful but she hoped to reach more. The perfect Hufflepuff.

She grew up in a home that promoted love, especially for those who are often seen as misunderstood. They’re the ones that needed love the most. Maddy didn’t care if it was a Death Eater, a staunch Ministry official, an Order member or a close friend. She wanted to give others the love she always carried inside her. She had to fix this in her own “Maddy way” and decided to set up a simple bed sheet against a solid brick building. She brought her paints and placed them on the ground. Surely going nuts with paint would let people get something out.

There were people walking toward her, she smiled and held a couple cans of paint out. “Care to throw some paint around?” her large brown eyes smiled as she gestured toward the sheet and nodded.

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#morsmordre: starter #( meet the biggest flower child there ever was. )

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