The first few times you get intimate, Zoro is just as flustered and nervous as you are, so he doesn’t stop you when you hide your face. He’s doing a bit of hiding of his own, really, and does think it’s cute when you bury your face in his shoulder, or turn your head to the side with the back of your hand to your cheek. But eventually, it’s not something he accepts anymore. Not only does he move you so your face is clear for him to see, but he makes sure you make eye contact. He wants you looking him in the eye from start to finish. While he fucks into you, eats you out, and especially as you cum. He’ll stop whatever he’s doing and wait till you look at him again before he continues, not giving you a thing if you don’t. He’s serious about how much he needs it. He loves you and wants you to watch how he shows it, how he gives it to you, since he can’t always properly tell you.
Loving kissing Zoro so much that you can’t bring yourself to stop for even a second. His lips pressed against yours like he’s trying to devour you and his tongue lapping in your mouth. The moment he tries to pull away, you stop him, your grip firm and unrelenting. You can’t pull away because you know your heart will break the second you do. It isn’t until he removes one of your hands from his neck and gently grab you by your jaw that he can move away. “Breathe, baby,” he tells you, a little breathless himself, “you need to breathe.” You shake your head, unable to form words, and try to kiss him again, and he chuckles at your neediness. It leaves such a searing heat in his chest, to see someone as sweet as you so desperate to have his mouth on yours.
Wholesome oneshot where Zoro is y/n's protector, and refuses to rest while keeping watch until y/n finally convinces him.
Part 1 (coming)
Tags: fluff, sfw, reader’s gender is unspecified
Also: we’re going to suspend belief about the sleeping arrangements on the Thousand Sunny and pretend that the crew have private rooms, because I can’t write a romantic scene if Usopp is snoring in the corner.
Zoro hadn't slept — really, properly slept — in about five days, you realized.
Having made a promise to be your protector for the duration of the sea voyage and keep you safe from the ghostly monsters of your past that were chasing you, he had taken to keeping watch all night outside your room. More than once you had opened the door to your quarters in the morning to find him sprawled asleep on the floor in the hallway, having dozed off when the sun rose. He only stole naps on the deck of the Thousand Sunny during the day, when he knew the other crew members were around to keep an eye on you.
"You can keep sleeping," you tried to tell him that afternoon, as he stirred himself awake on deck. "I'm just going to be sitting here mending holes in some clothes for Luffy and Usopp. I'm not going anywhere."
But he shook his head and clambered to his feet to survey the horizon.
"I don't need to," he replied, and you knew you wouldn't be able to persuade him.
That night in your quarters as you fluffed the blankets preparing to get into bed, you heard a soft thump outside your door, the now-familiar sound of Zoro settling in to keep watch. You hesitated for a moment, already in your silk PJs, then made a decision to at least try.
Wrapping a shawl around yourself, you opened the door and peered out at Zoro. He was sitting cross-legged on the floor in the hallway, head tilted back against the wall, and looked up at you quizzically.
"Do you need to go somewhere?" he asked. You shook your head no, and crouched down beside him. It was drafty in the ship's hallway, and you drew your shawl closer around you.
"Zoro, you don't need to stay awake out here every night," you said softly. "You should get some rest."
He shook his head firmly and leaned back against the wall again, gaze returning forward. "I'm fine. I slept enough earlier."
You leaned closer to him, forcing him to look at you in the semidarkness.
"The only reason you slept at all is because you face-planted onto your dinner plate from tiredness," you said. "I'm worried you're not taking care of yourself and that it's all my fault"
"Y/N, look. I made a promise to protect you," Zoro said, reaching out and catching your hand. For the second time in a week you were caught off-guard by how natural his casual touch felt. "I chose to do it. You didn't make me, so it's not your fault." He looked at you earnestly. "Do you feel safer?"
"I—yes, for the first time in a long time I feel completely safe," you answered. "But—"
"Then that's enough for me," he said.
"But what I'm trying to say is that surely one night you can take off and rest," you said. "If it's impacting your ability to be okay."
"But if these monsters that are after you catch up to us during the one night that I'm asleep in my room on the other end of the ship, then it's too late," Zoro said. "I'll have broken my promise and I'll never be able to forgive myself."
His brow was furrowed with feeling. Despite his stubbornness, you couldn't help but feel warmth glow in your stomach at his desire to keep you safe from harm.
You reached out and laid your hand against the side of his face. He relaxed into your touch and his eyelids fluttered closed. He really was so tired, you could tell.
"How about a compromise," you said. "Sleep in my room tonight. You can get some rest, but you'll still be aware of my whereabouts, and you'll be here to defend me if a threat arrives."
He hesitated, considering this.
"You'll be able to defend me even better in there than out here in the hallway," you suggested.
That convinced him. He got to his feet and followed you into the small room, lit only by the glow of your bedside lamp, closing and latching the door behind you.
You got under the covers and scooted over close to the wall, to allow him room to settle his large body onto the bed beside you. He removed his boots and hung his swordbelt from the bedpost within easy reach, but left his clothes modestly on.
"Should I turn the light out?" he asked. You nodded. You felt so safe with him beside you, a big barricade between you and the dangerous world. Already the warmth of his body in your bed was making you so sleepy.
As you started to drift off, a sudden pressure across your ribcage startled you. Zoro had laid his big arm across your body pinning you cozily to the mattress.
"I'm going to sleep now, and I can't have you escaping to run off anywhere dangerous," he mumbled into your hair. "This is to keep you in place."
"Hardly necessary," you told him, but you secretly enjoyed the feeling of his arm around you, and turned to face the wall, snuggling yourself against the curve of his body.
That was how you both drifted off to sleep like two spoons, rocked by a calm sea, no enemies in sight.
A wholesome little oneshot where Zoro gets drenched in the rain and reader helps him dry off. Cuddling ensues.
Tags: established relationship, fluff, cuddling, kissing, reader's gender is unspecified
Also: we're going to suspend belief about the sleeping arrangements on the Going Merry and pretend that the crew have private rooms, lol. I can't write a romantic Zoro/reader cuddling scene with Usopp snoring in the corner.
It's a terrible night to be keeping watch.
With each new crash of thunder, you burrow deeper into the blankets in your lover Zoro's sleeping quarters. A single lamp on the desk beside the bed casts the narrow room in a warm glow. Outside, the storm rages on the dark open sea, rain drumming steadily against the sturdy hull of the Going Merry.
As you lie awake feeling the ship rock in the waves, you think ruefully of Zoro, who at this very moment is in the crow's nest getting absolutely soaked in the deluge as he takes his shift keeping watch. You're very glad it's not your turn to be above deck.
It's after midnight by the time you hear the familiar creak of the floorboard in the hallway and Zoro ducks wearily into the small room. The fabric of his shirt clings to his frame, drenched and heavy with moisture. His dark green hair is plastered to his forehead as rivulets of water trickle down his face.
"It's...a little wet outside," Zoro announces, unnecessarily. You can't help but laugh, pushing yourself up onto your elbows to get a better view.
"Is it raining? I had no idea," you tease him. "I guess I was just so cozy in here I didn't realize."
He makes a disgruntled sound in response as he takes you in, your hair rumpled from the pillow and your oversized t-shirt fallen down over one shoulder.
"It's hardly fair that I should be out in the rain while you're in my bed without me being cute and cozy," he grumbled, and leaned over to shake the water from his head and shoulders.
"Ah, stop that!" you complain as a single cold droplet lands on your face. "Use a towel."
You grab a towel from the end of the bed, and as you kneel on the mattress to drape it over his shoulders, you can feel that he's shivering.
"Oh my gosh, you're freezing," you say. "I think you'd better let me help you get those wet clothes off."
"It's not too bad." As usual, Zoro is quick to brush off his own discomfort, but the chattering of his teeth gives him away. He doesn't protest as you peel the cold wet shirt from his sculpted torso and off over his head. There are goosebumps on his skin.
"Find some warm clothes. I'm going to go to the kitchen to get you some hot tea to drink," you tell him. "Would you like some soup too, assuming Luffy hasn't eaten it all?"
"That does sound great, thanks." Zoro begins to towel dry his hair.
In the kitchen there is no sign of Sanji anywhere, so you steep a cup of green tea yourself and heat some leftover chicken soup on the stove.
When you carry the steaming cup and bowl back to Zoro's quarters, you find him sitting on the edge of the bed and using a cloth to carefully wipe down each of his three swords. He is looking much warmer in a pair of dry sweatpants, although you notice he hasn't bothered to put on a shirt. The lamplight glows on his bare skin. You're not complaining.
"Feeling warmer?" you ask, setting the tea and soup down on the desk.
"Yeah, feels great to be out of those wet clothes." Zoro begins ladling soup into his mouth.
You perch on the bed behind him and run your hands up his bare back. His body is already radiating its usual warmth, clearly recovering quickly from his time in the storm. You snake your arms around his waist and press your palms to his chest, while placing a few light kisses on his back.
"The soup was delicious, thank you," Zoro says.
"No need to thank me, I just heated it up," you say. "Sanji technically cooked it, but I didn't see him around."
Zoro chuckled.
"That's because the cook is scheduled to keep watch after me," he said. "Now he's the one out in the rain."
"Oh no, poor Sanji," you laugh, imagining the disgruntled cook in the crow's nest, trying unhappily to light his cigarette in the downpour.
"Better him than me," Zoro said. "My shift is over and now I get to spend the rest of the night here with you, where it's warm."
He turns and wraps you in his big arms, pulling you down onto the bed, pressing his lips to yours.
As if on cue, a thunderclap booms overhead. You squeal and cling to Zoro tightly as he tucks the blankets snugly around you both.
"That sounded close," you whisper, your cheek pressed against his bare chest. Zoro's hand rubs your back soothingly, while his other hand strokes your bare thigh beneath your long t-shirt.
"It can't hurt you." Zoro's low murmur was a rumble beneath your ear. "Nothing can hurt you here."
You tilt your face up to press your lips against the underside of Zoro's jaw. He is already starting to look drowsy, but tilts his face down to and kiss you again, sleepily this time.
"I'm so glad I have you," you tell him softly, placing your head back on his chest contentedly and closing your eyes.
You feel Zoro give you a gentle squeeze and then drop a kiss on the top of your head.
"I'm grateful every day that I have you," Zoro says.
The two of you drift off to sleep in each others arms, lulled by the rocking of the ship, as the storm gradually moves off east over the open sea.
Honestly, no one is doing it like Vinsmoke Sanji. He's royalty. He's homeless. He's a convicted criminal. He is a damsel in distress. He's a knight in shining armor. He takes down the Government at 10 am then makes a Bouchée à la reine from scratch at 11. He has the empathy of a buddhist monk in the Himalayas. He will beat up a 90 year old. He has never given a fuck, he cant sleep at night cz of how much he cares. He is a ballerina. He sets his legs on fire. He is a slut. He is a virgin. He is a feminist He is a pervert. He's a fashion icon. He wears Alexander McQueen suits to the beach. He has never known happiness. God has personal beef with him.
A wholesome little oneshot where Zoro gets drenched in the rain and reader helps him dry off. Cuddling ensues.
Tags: established relationship, fluff, cuddling, kissing, reader's gender is unspecified
Also: we're going to suspend belief about the sleeping arrangements on the Going Merry and pretend that the crew have private rooms, lol. I can't write a romantic Zoro/reader cuddling scene with Usopp snoring in the corner.
It's a terrible night to be keeping watch.
With each new crash of thunder, you burrow deeper into the blankets in your lover Zoro's sleeping quarters. A single lamp on the desk beside the bed casts the narrow room in a warm glow. Outside, the storm rages on the dark open sea, rain drumming steadily against the sturdy hull of the Going Merry.
As you lie awake feeling the ship rock in the waves, you think ruefully of Zoro, who at this very moment is in the crow's nest getting absolutely soaked in the deluge as he takes his shift keeping watch. You're very glad it's not your turn to be above deck.
It's after midnight by the time you hear the familiar creak of the floorboard in the hallway and Zoro ducks wearily into the small room. The fabric of his shirt clings to his frame, drenched and heavy with moisture. His dark green hair is plastered to his forehead as rivulets of water trickle down his face.
"It's...a little wet outside," Zoro announces, unnecessarily. You can't help but laugh, pushing yourself up onto your elbows to get a better view.
"Is it raining? I had no idea," you tease him. "I guess I was just so cozy in here I didn't realize."
He makes a disgruntled sound in response as he takes you in, your hair rumpled from the pillow and your oversized t-shirt fallen down over one shoulder.
"It's hardly fair that I should be out in the rain while you're in my bed without me being cute and cozy," he grumbled, and leaned over to shake the water from his head and shoulders.
"Ah, stop that!" you complain as a single cold droplet lands on your face. "Use a towel."
You grab a towel from the end of the bed, and as you kneel on the mattress to drape it over his shoulders, you can feel that he's shivering.
"Oh my gosh, you're freezing," you say. "I think you'd better let me help you get those wet clothes off."
"It's not too bad." As usual, Zoro is quick to brush off his own discomfort, but the chattering of his teeth gives him away. He doesn't protest as you peel the cold wet shirt from his sculpted torso and off over his head. There are goosebumps on his skin.
"Find some warm clothes. I'm going to go to the kitchen to get you some hot tea to drink," you tell him. "Would you like some soup too, assuming Luffy hasn't eaten it all?"
"That does sound great, thanks." Zoro begins to towel dry his hair.
In the kitchen there is no sign of Sanji anywhere, so you steep a cup of green tea yourself and heat some leftover chicken soup on the stove.
When you carry the steaming cup and bowl back to Zoro's quarters, you find him sitting on the edge of the bed and using a cloth to carefully wipe down each of his three swords. He is looking much warmer in a pair of dry sweatpants, although you notice he hasn't bothered to put on a shirt. The lamplight glows on his bare skin. You're not complaining.
"Feeling warmer?" you ask, setting the tea and soup down on the desk.
"Yeah, feels great to be out of those wet clothes." Zoro begins ladling soup into his mouth.
You perch on the bed behind him and run your hands up his bare back. His body is already radiating its usual warmth, clearly recovering quickly from his time in the storm. You snake your arms around his waist and press your palms to his chest, while placing a few light kisses on his back.
"The soup was delicious, thank you," Zoro says.
"No need to thank me, I just heated it up," you say. "Sanji technically cooked it, but I didn't see him around."
Zoro chuckled.
"That's because the cook is scheduled to keep watch after me," he said. "Now he's the one out in the rain."
"Oh no, poor Sanji," you laugh, imagining the disgruntled cook in the crow's nest, trying unhappily to light his cigarette in the downpour.
"Better him than me," Zoro said. "My shift is over and now I get to spend the rest of the night here with you, where it's warm."
He turns and wraps you in his big arms, pulling you down onto the bed, pressing his lips to yours.
As if on cue, a thunderclap booms overhead. You squeal and cling to Zoro tightly as he tucks the blankets snugly around you both.
"That sounded close," you whisper, your cheek pressed against his bare chest. Zoro's hand rubs your back soothingly, while his other hand strokes your bare thigh beneath your long t-shirt.
"It can't hurt you." Zoro's low murmur was a rumble beneath your ear. "Nothing can hurt you here."
You tilt your face up to press your lips against the underside of Zoro's jaw. He is already starting to look drowsy, but tilts his face down to and kiss you again, sleepily this time.
"I'm so glad I have you," you tell him softly, placing your head back on his chest contentedly and closing your eyes.
You feel Zoro give you a gentle squeeze and then drop a kiss on the top of your head.
"I'm grateful every day that I have you," Zoro says.
The two of you drift off to sleep in each others arms, lulled by the rocking of the ship, as the storm gradually moves off east over the open sea.
A wholesome little oneshot where Zoro gets drenched in the rain and reader helps him dry off. Cuddling ensues.
Tags: established relationship, fluff, cuddling, kissing, reader's gender is unspecified
Also: we're going to suspend belief about the sleeping arrangements on the Going Merry and pretend that the crew have private rooms, lol. I can't write a romantic Zoro/reader cuddling scene with Usopp snoring in the corner.
It's a terrible night to be keeping watch.
With each new crash of thunder, you burrow deeper into the blankets in your lover Zoro's sleeping quarters. A single lamp on the desk beside the bed casts the narrow room in a warm glow. Outside, the storm rages on the dark open sea, rain drumming steadily against the sturdy hull of the Going Merry.
As you lie awake feeling the ship rock in the waves, you think ruefully of Zoro, who at this very moment is in the crow's nest getting absolutely soaked in the deluge as he takes his shift keeping watch. You're very glad it's not your turn to be above deck.
It's after midnight by the time you hear the familiar creak of the floorboard in the hallway and Zoro ducks wearily into the small room. The fabric of his shirt clings to his frame, drenched and heavy with moisture. His dark green hair is plastered to his forehead as rivulets of water trickle down his face.
"It's...a little wet outside," Zoro announces, unnecessarily. You can't help but laugh, pushing yourself up onto your elbows to get a better view.
"Is it raining? I had no idea," you tease him. "I guess I was just so cozy in here I didn't realize."
He makes a disgruntled sound in response as he takes you in, your hair rumpled from the pillow and your oversized t-shirt fallen down over one shoulder.
"It's hardly fair that I should be out in the rain while you're in my bed without me being cute and cozy," he grumbled, and leaned over to shake the water from his head and shoulders.
"Ah, stop that!" you complain as a single cold droplet lands on your face. "Use a towel."
You grab a towel from the end of the bed, and as you kneel on the mattress to drape it over his shoulders, you can feel that he's shivering.
"Oh my gosh, you're freezing," you say. "I think you'd better let me help you get those wet clothes off."
"It's not too bad." As usual, Zoro is quick to brush off his own discomfort, but the chattering of his teeth gives him away. He doesn't protest as you peel the cold wet shirt from his sculpted torso and off over his head. There are goosebumps on his skin.
"Find some warm clothes. I'm going to go to the kitchen to get you some hot tea to drink," you tell him. "Would you like some soup too, assuming Luffy hasn't eaten it all?"
"That does sound great, thanks." Zoro begins to towel dry his hair.
In the kitchen there is no sign of Sanji anywhere, so you steep a cup of green tea yourself and heat some leftover chicken soup on the stove.
When you carry the steaming cup and bowl back to Zoro's quarters, you find him sitting on the edge of the bed and using a cloth to carefully wipe down each of his three swords. He is looking much warmer in a pair of dry sweatpants, although you notice he hasn't bothered to put on a shirt. The lamplight glows on his bare skin. You're not complaining.
"Feeling warmer?" you ask, setting the tea and soup down on the desk.
"Yeah, feels great to be out of those wet clothes." Zoro begins ladling soup into his mouth.
You perch on the bed behind him and run your hands up his bare back. His body is already radiating its usual warmth, clearly recovering quickly from his time in the storm. You snake your arms around his waist and press your palms to his chest, while placing a few light kisses on his back.
"The soup was delicious, thank you," Zoro says.
"No need to thank me, I just heated it up," you say. "Sanji technically cooked it, but I didn't see him around."
Zoro chuckled.
"That's because the cook is scheduled to keep watch after me," he said. "Now he's the one out in the rain."
"Oh no, poor Sanji," you laugh, imagining the disgruntled cook in the crow's nest, trying unhappily to light his cigarette in the downpour.
"Better him than me," Zoro said. "My shift is over and now I get to spend the rest of the night here with you, where it's warm."
He turns and wraps you in his big arms, pulling you down onto the bed, pressing his lips to yours.
As if on cue, a thunderclap booms overhead. You squeal and cling to Zoro tightly as he tucks the blankets snugly around you both.
"That sounded close," you whisper, your cheek pressed against his bare chest. Zoro's hand rubs your back soothingly, while his other hand strokes your bare thigh beneath your long t-shirt.
"It can't hurt you." Zoro's low murmur was a rumble beneath your ear. "Nothing can hurt you here."
You tilt your face up to press your lips against the underside of Zoro's jaw. He is already starting to look drowsy, but tilts his face down to and kiss you again, sleepily this time.
"I'm so glad I have you," you tell him softly, placing your head back on his chest contentedly and closing your eyes.
You feel Zoro give you a gentle squeeze and then drop a kiss on the top of your head.
"I'm grateful every day that I have you," Zoro says.
The two of you drift off to sleep in each others arms, lulled by the rocking of the ship, as the storm gradually moves off east over the open sea.
A wholesome little oneshot where Zoro gets drenched in the rain and reader helps him dry off. Cuddling ensues.
Tags: established relationship, fluff, cuddling, kissing, reader's gender is unspecified
Also: we're going to suspend belief about the sleeping arrangements on the Going Merry and pretend that the crew have private rooms, lol. I can't write a romantic Zoro/reader cuddling scene with Usopp snoring in the corner.
It's a terrible night to be keeping watch.
With each new crash of thunder, you burrow deeper into the blankets in your lover Zoro's sleeping quarters. A single lamp on the desk beside the bed casts the narrow room in a warm glow. Outside, the storm rages on the dark open sea, rain drumming steadily against the sturdy hull of the Going Merry.
As you lie awake feeling the ship rock in the waves, you think ruefully of Zoro, who at this very moment is in the crow's nest getting absolutely soaked in the deluge as he takes his shift keeping watch. You're very glad it's not your turn to be above deck.
It's after midnight by the time you hear the familiar creak of the floorboard in the hallway and Zoro ducks wearily into the small room. The fabric of his shirt clings to his frame, drenched and heavy with moisture. His dark green hair is plastered to his forehead as rivulets of water trickle down his face.
"It's...a little wet outside," Zoro announces, unnecessarily. You can't help but laugh, pushing yourself up onto your elbows to get a better view.
"Is it raining? I had no idea," you tease him. "I guess I was just so cozy in here I didn't realize."
He makes a disgruntled sound in response as he takes you in, your hair rumpled from the pillow and your oversized t-shirt fallen down over one shoulder.
"It's hardly fair that I should be out in the rain while you're in my bed without me being cute and cozy," he grumbled, and leaned over to shake the water from his head and shoulders.
"Ah, stop that!" you complain as a single cold droplet lands on your face. "Use a towel."
You grab a towel from the end of the bed, and as you kneel on the mattress to drape it over his shoulders, you can feel that he's shivering.
"Oh my gosh, you're freezing," you say. "I think you'd better let me help you get those wet clothes off."
"It's not too bad." As usual, Zoro is quick to brush off his own discomfort, but the chattering of his teeth gives him away. He doesn't protest as you peel the cold wet shirt from his sculpted torso and off over his head. There are goosebumps on his skin.
"Find some warm clothes. I'm going to go to the kitchen to get you some hot tea to drink," you tell him. "Would you like some soup too, assuming Luffy hasn't eaten it all?"
"That does sound great, thanks." Zoro begins to towel dry his hair.
In the kitchen there is no sign of Sanji anywhere, so you steep a cup of green tea yourself and heat some leftover chicken soup on the stove.
When you carry the steaming cup and bowl back to Zoro's quarters, you find him sitting on the edge of the bed and using a cloth to carefully wipe down each of his three swords. He is looking much warmer in a pair of dry sweatpants, although you notice he hasn't bothered to put on a shirt. The lamplight glows on his bare skin. You're not complaining.
"Feeling warmer?" you ask, setting the tea and soup down on the desk.
"Yeah, feels great to be out of those wet clothes." Zoro begins ladling soup into his mouth.
You perch on the bed behind him and run your hands up his bare back. His body is already radiating its usual warmth, clearly recovering quickly from his time in the storm. You snake your arms around his waist and press your palms to his chest, while placing a few light kisses on his back.
"The soup was delicious, thank you," Zoro says.
"No need to thank me, I just heated it up," you say. "Sanji technically cooked it, but I didn't see him around."
Zoro chuckled.
"That's because the cook is scheduled to keep watch after me," he said. "Now he's the one out in the rain."
"Oh no, poor Sanji," you laugh, imagining the disgruntled cook in the crow's nest, trying unhappily to light his cigarette in the downpour.
"Better him than me," Zoro said. "My shift is over and now I get to spend the rest of the night here with you, where it's warm."
He turns and wraps you in his big arms, pulling you down onto the bed, pressing his lips to yours.
As if on cue, a thunderclap booms overhead. You squeal and cling to Zoro tightly as he tucks the blankets snugly around you both.
"That sounded close," you whisper, your cheek pressed against his bare chest. Zoro's hand rubs your back soothingly, while his other hand strokes your bare thigh beneath your long t-shirt.
"It can't hurt you." Zoro's low murmur was a rumble beneath your ear. "Nothing can hurt you here."
You tilt your face up to press your lips against the underside of Zoro's jaw. He is already starting to look drowsy, but tilts his face down to and kiss you again, sleepily this time.
"I'm so glad I have you," you tell him softly, placing your head back on his chest contentedly and closing your eyes.
You feel Zoro give you a gentle squeeze and then drop a kiss on the top of your head.
"I'm grateful every day that I have you," Zoro says.
The two of you drift off to sleep in each others arms, lulled by the rocking of the ship, as the storm gradually moves off east over the open sea.
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