CW : major character dead (mentioned, not graphic), aftermath of death, mourning
Stars shinin' bright above you
Night breezes seem to whisper, "I love you"
Birds singin' in the sycamore tree
Dream a little dream of me
The music flittered through the air, sweet and lilting tones that made Draco think of waltzes in the kitchen. The smell of coq au vin sizzling away in the oven, ingredients scattered around the kitchen isle, a bottle of half-finished wine. A warm, solid body against his.
He remembered brilliant green eyes and a shock of ever messy hair. He remembered sheepish laughter and aching toes, because Potter couldn't dance for the life of him ('Merlin, we'd all be dead if the key to defeating Voldemort was your dancing skills'.)
The kitchen was bare now, the countertops pristine. Even with the music, the silence was loud and suffocating when there was no throaty singing to accompany it.
Draco didn't even go to the funeral. Harry would've hated it. It was an ostentatious affair, with no less than half of Wizarding Britain in attendance to mourn the Chosen One's passing. Speeches from war heroes, and Ministry officials. All black and formal and cold.
He could just imagine what Harry would've said about it. Slouching in his seat, pulling at his starched collar, pouting and growling and fidgeting until Draco would have to tell him to fucking sit still. Harry hates this stuff. Hated.
The thing is, death didn't suit Harry. Harry was life. He lived recklessly and passionately, he burned with a vitality that was as addicting as it was blinding. He was always moving, always throwing himself into everything. He was bright and vivacious and daring. All Draco could do was hold on tight enough to the whirlwind that was Harry Potter.
Their cottage was never quiet with Harry there. Never still. It felt still now. As if frozen in time, waiting for its life back.
Harry's life only existed in his dreams now. Blurred around the edges, the colours washed out like a faded picture. The exact shade of his eyes was uncertain, and was the mole on his neck on the left or right side?
Though, in his mind's eye, Draco still sees that dancing, laughing pair, as they twirl around that bare, dead kitchen.
do yโall just ever like a post (like a one-shot, blurb, etc.), click on โread more,โ and then realize that the rest of the story is NOT AT ALL what you wanted it to be?
for example, i was in the mood for some fluffy drarry, and liked several sm*t stories that started off fluffy, before scrolling through them and becoming terrified of what i just read (and disappointed that it wasnโt the fluff i was hoping for). ๐ฅฒ
โSorry? I didnโt quite catch what you said, Y/N/N.โ
โI was jealous, Nev.โ
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WHEN Y/N overhears a few seventh-year girls giggling about the oh-so handsome Professor Longbottom, she canโt help but feel jealous.
Warnings: Fem!Reader, Wife!Reader, Pureblood!Reader, mentions of blushing, fluff, jealousy, unedited writing, and thatโs about it :)
Iโm still kinda new to Tumblr, since Iโm mostly on Wattpad (follow me on there @/sage-like-the-herb if you want to), so donโt judge this too harshly. Also, I felt bored when I wrote this, so the idea is pretty underdeveloped. Because Iโm not as active here, donโt expect stuff like this too often ๐ I hope yโall like it, though!
(Edit: Itโs sooo shortโฆ)
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(Third-person POV)
Y/N was besides herself with excitement. After months of being away from her husband, she finally got an owl with a time and date to meet up. So, thatโs how she found herself waiting outside his classroom.
As the bell rang, and students came out of the room in swarms, Y/N couldnโt help but feel a bit awkward.
โAunt Y/N?โ a voice asked suddenly.
Head snapping upward, she met the familiar eyes of Albus Potter. After being introduced to her as if she was family, the whole lot of Potter children had taken to calling her their aunt.
โAlbus!โ she exclaimed, hugging him. She felt relieved upon realizing that she was still tall in his eyes; he was about shoulder-level to her. โMerlin, youโve grown! I havenโt seen you in a while.โ
โLily keeps talking about you,โ Albus commented, breaking out of the embrace. โShe wants to know when you and Uncle Neville will come by again.โ
โHopefully soon,โ Y/N promised. โNow, run along to lunch, I want to drop by Nevโs office for a bit.โ
โThere are students inside,โ Albus informed her. โA rather annoying lot of seventh-years. They just burst in during class! Iโd wait out here for a bit, if I were you.โ
โWell then, I suppose Iโll do just that.โ
So, she waited.
Thankfully, she didnโt stand for too long. Moments later, a trio of girls came walking out of the room, giggling away madly.
โHeโs so cute!โ a blonde-haired girl squealed. (Admittedly, the girl reminded Y/N of a prepubescent Hannah Abbott, who had harbored a crush on Neville for years until he rejected her in favor of Ginny Weasley as his Yule Ball date.)
Jealousy slapped a bewildered Y/N across the face.
โYeah!โ the blonde girlโs friend agreed. โI donโt care if heโs married, Iโd smash him, for sure.โ
Y/N felt disgusted.
โDonโt steal my man,โ the third girl joked. โI did the research; our Zodiac signs are compatible. Do wizards even believe in Zodiacs?โ
โWhatever,โ the blonde girl rolled her eyes. โHeโs still eye candy.โ
โExcuse me,โ Y/N said loudly, unable to take this talk of her husband any louder. โCould you young ladies move, please?โ When the girls only gave confused and slightly disgusted looks, she continued. โIโd like to see my husband.โ
All three girls stopped mid-conversation.
The second-girlโs face paled. โY-youโre Professor Longbottomโs w-wife?โ
โWe donโt mean any harm!โ the third girl squeaked, eyes widening in fear. โWe were only joking! Right, Jessica?โ she nudged the girl beside her.
The blonde girl, Jessica, was at a loss of words. She opened her mouth, then closed it once more. โSorry, Mrs. Longbottom,โ she apologized immediately.
โItโs Mrs. Y/L/N, actually,โ Y/N scowled. โMrs. Longbottom is my mother-in-law. Now move,โ filthy mudbloods. Thankfully, she didnโt let the last two words slip out her mouth.
Merlin, marrying a Longbottom sure smacked the pureblood supremacist out of Y/N.
However, Y/N didnโt feel the slightest bit ashamed of herself as she slammed her shoulder against Jessicaโs on her way into Nevilleโs classroom.
Y/N twisted the door handle, and rather aggressively slammed the door open. โNev?โ she called out.
โY/N/N!โ Neville exclaimed, accidentally knocking an empty flower pot off his desk in excitement. โWhoops.โ He muttered a quiet Reparo and fixed it, before setting the pot back on his desk.
He was quick to wrap his arms tightly around his wife. They stayed like that for a moment, breathing in the moment, before breaking apart.
โI missed you, Nev,โ Y/N sighed, looking her husband in his warm honey-like eyes. She mustโve looked the slightest bit irritated from her encounter with the seventh-years, since he gazed at her in worry.
โWhatโs wrong, flower?โ he asked, concern written on his now angular face (all the chubbiness of his youth had abandoned his post-pubescent figure).
Y/N stayed quiet, feeling too embarrassed to admit it. She could feel a flush creeping up her face.
โY/N/N?โ
Merlin, it sure felt weird to be jealous of bloody seventh-years.
โIwaskindajealousofthosegirlsthatwereherebefore,โ Y/N blurted out, hoping that Neville would drop the subject.
However, her sweet Nev, her sweet, caring Nev, could sense the situation gnawing at her insides, so he wrapped a comforting arm around her shoulders.
โSorry? I didnโt quite catch what you said, Y/N/N.โ Noticing Y/Nโs awkward expression and clearly flustered face, he added a soft, โitโs okay, flower, you can tell me. I wonโt judge.โ
At this point, she wanted to cry. From embarrassment of her predicament, or pure adoration toward her loving husband, Y/N didnโt have a single clue.
โI was jealous, Nev.โ Her face mustโve been a tomato by that point.
At his confused look, she elaborated her statement.
โThese really pretty seventh-years were leaving your classroom, while talking about how good-looking you are, and I felt jealous. Itโs just thatโ they were gorgeous!โ Y/N ranted.
Neville blinked at her. Then, he burst into a fit of laughter. Well, what she assumed was laughter. Neville mustโve been holding back the full brink of his amusement for her sake, since his chuckles sounded rather like wheezes of desperation.
โYou were jealous of those girls?โ he laughed. โI donโt normally want to talk bad about my students, but theyโre the worst group of people Iโve ever encountered. The ironic thing is, they were visiting my room to get some herbs for a Glamour Potion.โ
At Y/Nโs doubtful look, he spun her around to place both his hands on her shoulders.
โY/N/N,โ he said seriously. โFlower. You are the most beautiful woman Iโve ever laid my eyes onโ sorry, Gran,โ he joked. Y/N cracked a smile. โIโm so lucky to be married to someone as wonderful as you. Youโre kind, loving, appreciative, considerate, and just about every quality that girls like them lack.โ
โIโโ
โDonโt compare yourself to them,โ Neville warned. โOtherwise Iโll have to muster up all my Gryffindor courage just to come up with another motivational speech.โ His so-called โGryffindorโ courage mustโve been given a boost by Y/Nโs growing smile, since he finished with a passionate โI love you. You. Not them.โ
Y/N leaned forward just a bit to press her lips against her husbands.
โI love you too, Nev,โ she murmured while kissing him.
The End.
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Not me ending the story in the most third grade-me way ever ๐๐ i havenโt ended a story with โthe end,โ in a while, but Iโve never actually been motivated to finish my stories in a while, either. Anywho, thoughts on this?? The writing and plot arenโt too bad, right?
first of all, LOVE your blog your writing is one of my faves on here!!! can i see draco and frenemy!reader with the only one bed trope where draco needs to cuddle something and reader teases him for it but doesnt move away AAAAAA (feel free to change it as you like too!!)
DM. SWEET DREAMS
short one shot
Iโd hope to be favourite but โone ofโ your faves will do igโฆteasing, thank you so much! And thank you for being so kind + sending in such a lovely idea, I hope you love this!! ps I changed it a LITTLE <3
The door swung open and collided against the wall with a thud, and I couldnโt help the smirk that stretched on my lips as Draco jumped from his desk. His head turned to shoot a glare in my direction, and I smiled at his expression as I sauntered over to his bed. I plopped myself onto the edge and lay down, spreading my arms and sighing in satisfaction.
โBlaise and Pansy are getting it on and Iโm being kicked out of my own dorms, so I guess Iโm crashing here for tonight, roomie.โ
I closed my eyes, feeling the soft bedding smooth and silky against my fingertips. I distinctly heard a chair being pushed against the tiled floor, and then footsteps approaching my direction. โWhat makes you think Iโll let you?โ
I opened one eye to see my friendโs head peaking over the top of my vision, his face contorted in a mockery of annoyance.
I grinned up at him. โBecause Iโm your only other friend, and you have no one else to keep you company for tonight.โ
His eyes rolled before he stalked off to his wardrobe, and I watched as he picked out some comfortable clothes for sleeping. His mattress was firmer than mine, I realised. At some point the clouds had decided to rain down upon us, and the sound of pelting rain against the window panes sounded out within his room.
I patiently waited, my legs swinging off the edge of his bed as I watched the mindless patterns on the ceiling with arms spread wide, taking up as much space as possible with the sound of rain accompanying me in the background. I found myself on the edge of sleep, teetering between staring at nothing and succumbing to dreamland. I was just drifting into a state of unconsciousness before the bathroom door swung open and shower steam enveloped the room. The smell of menโs bodywash and expensive products wafted in alongside it, and I peeked an eye open to see Draco in loungewear, his forearms on display and his hair wet.
I bit my bottom lip and closed my eyes again, wondering if I should just crash here every night.
And then I felt a hand prod my back. โGet up.โ
I groaned and rolled over, head meeting his pillow. I subtly noticed it smelled like his shampoo and cologne.
โY/N. Get up.โ
I waved my hand in dismissal behind me, but felt him grab it and pull me up. I made a sound of protest as he used his strength to force me to move, โEither sleep on the sofa, or make room.โ
โYou sleep on the sofa,โ I retorted, glaring at him. I was not sleeping anywhere but a mattress. I wasnโt someโฆsomeโฆwell, whoever slept on sofas, it wouldnโt be me. And I most certainly was not touching the mysterious pile of mess that was Blaiseโs bed.
He scoffed, and I felt him stare down at me despite my eyes still being closed. โYou need all this room?โ
โYes.โ
He released the hold on my wrist and almost threw himself on the space beside me, forcing me away with his elbow. โThen I guess youโll have to learn to make do.โ
I shuffled to get comfortable now that the lump was lying besides me, and grumbled something that he wouldnโt want to hear. My eyes narrowed, โYouโre selfish.โ
Draco stuck a middle finger up as his eyes closed, a stupid smile against his face as if heโd won whatever this was.
โAnd immature.โ
He put his hand down and blissfully sighed against the blankets as he ignored me. I gaped at the attitude.
โAnd stupid.โ
No reaction.
โAnd ugl - โ
His arm reached above his head to grab one of the spare pillows, and turned to smack it across my face. He held it down just enough to muffle my words of protest as he taunted, โShut up, or go find somewhere else to sleep.โ
I pushed it off my face when I felt his pressure release and his figure turn over, huffing in annoyance and glaring at his back.
I kicked the pillow immaturely off the bed, and quietly mumbled, โYou find somewhere else to sleep.โ
He didnโt respond after that, and after peace settled over the bed I noticed that the room had turned darker under the setting sun. The muscles around my hands relaxed to unclench the blanket I didnโt even realise I was grabbing with annoyance at Draco, and tiredness slowly started to pull my eyes downwards. Just when my own deep breathing was starting to become a swaying metronome drifting me off to a blissful sleep, movement from behind jolted me from that peaceful midpoint. My eyes snapped open, and I pursed my lips but kept quiet. I didnโt feel like instigating another argument. Even if he was some stupid, idiotic, couldnโt-stay-still-to-save-his-life buffoon that โ
He moved once more, shuffling against the blankets as if he wanted to purposely annoy me.
I heavily sighed out my nose, letting him know that, if he didnโt want another bickering session, he needs to stop dancing against his bloody sheets.
It seemed to work, and I felt that myself succumb to tire once more. Slowly, slowly, slowlyโฆ
And the mattress practically bounced and nearly launched me into the next room as he twisted his body to shuffle around again.
I slammed my hand down on the bed beside me, โDraco, what the bloody hell are you playing at?โ
I heard his agitated voice respond, โWhat?โ
โCanโt you stay still for five minutes? At least save your dancing around for after I fall asleep - what are you even doing, practising for the ballet?โ
He exhaled sharply, โI canโt sleep, if you must know.โ
โWell, I can. Go sleep on the sofa if I bother you so much.โ I assumed that he didnโt appreciate people taking up his bed, or that he just wasnโt used to another in his. Hopefully the latter, anyway.
โItโs not you.โ
I crossed my brows, and turned to face him. โWhat do you mean?โ
His hands raised, scuffing up his blonde blond hair in frustration with a groan before rubbing them down his face.
I blinked, confused as ever at my weird companion. Perhaps it was my fault for making bad choices, like befriending Draco, or opening the door for Blaise in the first place.
He muffled his words against his palm, and I couldnโt distinguish them at all. โWhat?โ
He repeated whatever it was, yet it remained as foggy as ever. I raised myself onto my hands, looking down at the idiot who was somehow the dream guy of the majority of girls - and boys - at Hogwarts. I pried his hands away from his face to reveal his eyes that were red from the rubbing. โDraco, what is your problem? Why canโt you sleep?โ
He scowled up at me. โIโmโฆIโm just - for fucks sake, I need that,โ he spluttered out, pointing sharply at some object across the room. I followed his index finger to the direction it aimed at to see a black bear sat on the window ledge. I noticed a small green bow wrapped around its neck, and any prior annoyance instantly wiped itself away. My face split into a grin, and I couldnโt help the laugh that I let out - it wasnโt mocking, I just couldnโt believe howโฆhow cute Draco Malfoy was.
He groaned at my amusement and rolled over, his back turned to me as if I didnโt catch the red tinting his cheeks.
I flopped myself back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling as I bit my bottom lip to repress the smile.
I turned my head to look at his back. โDraco,โ I whispered, as if this was top secret stuff.
He grumbled back, โWhat?โ
โDo you need something to cuddle with?โ I tried to keep the humour out of my voice, and it worked enough to pry an answer out of him.
Rather, he slowly turned his head over his shoulder and stared at me in doubt. โWhat?โ
I clicked my tongue. โYou need something to cuddle, right? Thatโs why you canโt sleep?โ
Draco turned to fully face me, and I let the cheeky grin spread once more. โYouโre in luck, I just happen to be the most cuddly person ever. And Iโm feeling particularly generous today, so you can cuddle me. If you really want.โ
His brows furrowed, and I pushed my bottom lip out as he stared at me with contemplating, narrowed eyes for too long.
โFine, nevermind. Stay up all night, for all I care. The offerโs off the table, Draco!โ
I exhaled heavily again and turned my back to him, still feeling his staring eyes behind me. I squeezed my eyes shut and ignored his warm presence.
It was just when I had found a steady breathing pattern that I felt an arm snake around my waist and pull me closer to that warmth radiating from him. As if he could sense the poorly suppressed, winning smile on my face, he mumbled, โShut up.โ
His face nestled into my hair, and his words were muffled and breathed against my neck as he said, โIf you tell anyoneโฆโ
I patted the hand that was around my waist, sleepily replying, โSleep, please.โ
He finally kept quiet, and minutes went by without a movement to disturb me. A few more seconds of lovely silence passed before I whispered, โI wonโt tell a soul that Draco Malfoy loves cuddling me to sleep.โ
Despite himself, I felt the soft breath of a chuckle tickle against my skin. I lulled myself to sleep with his soothing breathing, radiating warmth, and a subtle pink staining across my cheeks.
i REALLY wanted to do a tiny one-shot about professor longbottom x fem!reader where theyโre married, and fem!reader (his wife) gets a lilโ jealous when she hears some seventh-year girls talking about HER neville. it should be out in a few days?? like tomorrow, or maybe even in a few hours??
iโve been really inactive latelyโฆ iโm on wattpad way more often, soooโฆ yโall can follow me on there @/sage-like-the-herb. thanks for sticking with meโฆ iโm at 48 followers!! love yโall <3
ik we all want to be covered in blood but which way sounds the best: splattered across your face, dripping out of your mouth or poured over you carrie-style?
Wednesday: I'm cold.
Tyler: Here, wear my jacket.
Wednesday: This feels nice. What's it made out of?
Tyler (mumbling): Boyfriend material.
Wednesday: What?
Tyler: COTTON.
probably why so many teens take to social media where they can enthusiastically share their interests and achievements and get positive feedback that their parents never gave
I remember once, when I was in my early 20s, I was an afternoon supervisor at my job, and I worked with mostly teenagers, and the one day this one kid, who was like 15, was bored so I suggested he could clean out the fridge. He did and when he was done I said he did a good job.
After that, this kid was cleaning out the fridge at least once a week, and I was like, โwhy are you always cleaning the fridge?โ Like, I didnโt mind, but it seemed odd. And he said, โone time I cleaned the fridge and you said I did a good job. I wanted to make you proud of me again.โ
Literally, I changed the entire way I interacted with teenagers after that. I actually got a package of glitter stars and I would stick them on their nametags when they did a good job, and they loved it.
My manager had commented on how hard these kids work and I said, โtheyโre starved for positive feedback. They go to school all day then come to work all evening and no one appreciates it because itโs expected of them, but theyโre still kids. They need positive feedback from adults in their lives.โ
Like, everyone likes feeling appreciated. Everyone likes being complimented and having their efforts be noticed. Another coworker (who was a mother of teenage children), hated that I did this, and said they were too old to be rewarded with stickers, but likeโฆ it wasnโt about the stickers. The stickers were just a symbol that their effort was noticed and appreciated. I was just lucky that I learned this at a time when I was still young enough to remember what it was like to be a teenager. I was only 2 years out of highschool at that point and highschool is fucking hard. People forget this as they get older, but ask anyone and almost no one would ever want to go back and do it again, but they expect kids to suck it up because theyโre young so they should be able to do school full time, plus homework, and work, and maintain a healthy social life, and sleep, and spend time with family, and do chores and help out at home, and worry about college and relationships and everything else, and then just get shit on all the time and treated like theyโre lazy and entitled. And then they wonder why teenagers are apathetic.
For a german exam I had to argue against an article that was essentially โkids these days, they donโt care about anything and are constantly on their phonesโ and really it was the easiest essay Iโve ever written.
Teens donโt talk to adults bc adults only ask โso, howโs schoolโ to then interrupt them two sentences in. And because they canโt engage in a conversation about buying houses and working in a bank. I wouldโve loved to talk about philosophy and politics and history with family the way I did with friends and in class but because I was young no one took what I had to say seriously.
And no, teens arenโt always on their phone. Theyโre on their phone when theyโre bored. You think Iโm on social media when Iโm with my friends? When Iโm talking about something Iโm interested in?
Maybe the reason kids are so distant and always on their phone during family parties and the like is because youโre failing to engage and include them.
When you respect kids, they really respond and learn from you. But if you treat kids like โtheyre just a kid, what do they know??โ then youโll never find out.
As a Disneyland Cast Member, Iโll add my own experience onto this โ
Very frequently, when I first speak to a child while Iโm at work, theyโll kind of withdraw and act uncomfortable and shy. Their parents will then rather frequently tell them to not be shy and try to coax them to talk to me โ whenever that happens, I always, without fail, politely dissuade the parents from pressuring them.
โIโm a stranger,โ Iโll tell the kidโs parents. โI donโt blame them for not talking to me โ if they were anywhere else, theyโd have the right idea, to not immediately trust me.โ
I cannot tell you how many times Iโve seen that same kid โ simply after hearing their initial reaction being validated, instead of reproached โ immediately open up to me after that. I also cannot tell you how many times that child and I would go on to start a frigginโ marathon conversation, and I got to hear all about how great their day was or what their favorite Disney movies were or what rides they liked and didnโt like or how much they like a certain Disney character or songโฆall from me validating that initial feeling and showing genuine interest in what they had to say.
This isnโt just young children, either. I will always remember being positioned outside the Animation Academy one day and starting up a conversation with a young lady, perhaps 12 or 13, who joined the line with her father a full 25 minutes before the class was supposed to start. Now keep in mind, we do a drawing class every 30 minutes: there was no one else in line at that point, and no one else joined the girl and her father in line for a full fifteen minutes. So I could tell pretty quickly that this girl was very emotionally invested in getting a good spot for the drawing class: a conclusion all the more bolstered by the fact that she had a notebook under her arm. I asked her if she was an artist โ she said yes, but seemed uncomfortable at the question, so I skipped even asking her if I could see her work, instead admitting that I myself wasnโt very good at art, but that Iโm trying to get better and that I love the history of Disney animation. On the screens around us was video footage of different Disney concept art and animation reels, so I pointed one of them out (for Snow White) and asked if she knew the story behind the making of the movie. Upon confirming that she didnโt, I proceeded to get down on the floor so I could sit next to her and her father and dramatically tell the whole story of how โUncle Waltโ created the first full-length animated motion picture, even though everyone and their mother thought he was an idiot for even trying, and how the film ended up becoming the first Hollywood blockbuster. After the story was over, the girlโs father said that his daughter really wanted to be an animator when she grew up, and she finally felt comfortable enough to open her notebook and show me some of her artwork. It was wonderful! Every sketch had such character and you could tell how much work she put into it! And I could tell how much telling her that โ and sharing that moment with her, where we got to connect over something we both really enjoyed โ had meant. And after the class was over, she sought me out to show me what she and her father had drawn โ and sure enough, hers was great! (Her fatherโs was too, really. XD)
People, kids and teens included, love sharing what they love and how they feel with others. You just have to give them the chance to show it.
I feel like I am obliged to add one more thing: donโt ever think that the kids wonโt feel your unspoken judgements cause they do!
I felt always like a โproblemโ in my family, until I was about sixteen, I got this teacher who was litterally the first to tell I was worthy. He changed my life up till this day.
Also how do grown ups imagine how โweโ will ever learn to engage in conversations with adults properly if you donโt teach us?
I told one of my new coworkers (who is 26) that he was doing really well and that I was proud of him and his progress. I thought he was going to start crying for how quietly he saidย โreally?โ.ย
Positive feedback makes the biggest difference to everything.
When I ran up to my parents with my nigh-perfect grade school grades and they responded by going โI see, thatโs niceโ, that didnโt spur me to work harder. It fundamentally and permanently changed my relationship with them for the worse.
I was 15 years old and my conclusion was that these people didnโt have my best interests at heart.
They went from โmy parentsโ to โthese peopleโ
tangentwithtanner
stormborns
blakekathryn
areudirty
snowghoul
yousharknotpass
romaincrisis
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