She looks so perfect 9/13/18 ️‍

Saw 5sos last night 9/13/18 best night ever

*5sos starts playing in the background*

Friend: let’s just go hom-

Me:

I can’t stop laughing at this

When your friend says something in front of your parents that they’re not supposed to know

but like imagine being in the same room as all 9 of them ❤️

when “Youngblood” starts playing on the radio

this feels like ages ago my angels

Friend : hey did you do your homework?

Me :

Me: “ did someone say

*crash*

*plates falling*

5sos? “

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one of my favorite 5sos looks

Harry hurts his daughter’s feelings when he plays favorites

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This is PURE ANGST it’s not SMUT no matter how kinky the title sounds

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“And where do you think you were all night long?” Harry stands in the kitchen, a glass of water sitting in front of him as he stares a stare that could burn a hole through his daughter. His hair is disheveled from waking up in the middle of his sleep, and just when he’d walked downstairs to get some water - assuming all three of his children were asleep - he spotted his 16 year old daughter tiptoeing in through the front door of their large house.

Rose flinches, eyes shutting as she wishes to poof her way out of the situation. She knew she would be grounded for the rest of the week. Harry didn’t have much trust in her, and wouldn’t believe that she was just trying to stay out of her home at her friend Ellie’s house, but it was true. She wasn’t doing drugs, drinking, having sex, or anything that he probably thought she was doing.

“I’ll just go ground myself for the rest of the week.” She simply says. Harry nods momentarily, agreeing with her punishment, but he doesn’t like that she doesn’t seem affected by it at all. So before she can reach the large marble staircase, he changes the circumstances to her punishment.

“Rest of the month, Rose. You’ve got to know what you’ve done.” Y/N’s fists ball at her sides, and she tries not to show her anger boiling up in her chest. She knew that if Ethan - her brother who was just a year older than her - had been the one showing up late, he would’ve been met with a disappointed conversation and no real circumstance.

“Dad, don’t you think that’s a little too far?” She questions, Green eyes locking onto his own as they stare at each other across the living room. He shakes his head, he loved his daughter, but he needed her to know that sneaking out and doing lord knows what wasn’t an appropriate behavior, especially when he was once her age and knew exactly what kids did at 16.

“You broke curfew, lied to your mum and I about where you were.” He shakes his head in disappointment, “You can’t keep coming home late and expecting there to not be circumstances.”

Rose should’ve expected the overactive punishment. She was always the one who was seemingly the most punished. Truthfully, she’d stayed out of the house for most of the night because she just needed some time away from Harry. As much as she was lucky to have a father who was present in her life, it felt as if he loved her less than he did her siblings.

“Dad, you wouldn’t have done that to Ethan if he came home late.” She bites back. Harry’s jaw clenches, eyebrow flicking upwards, and Rose wishes she never said anything because she knows he’s angry.

“Just go to your fucking room. Please.” He sighs, rubbing his thumbs against the sides of his head. Nodding defeatedly, she quietly begins pattering up the stairs.

“Wouldn’t expect you to be nice to me for once.” Rose mutters, and Harry doesn’t hear her. She drags herself up the staircase of the home, wishing she could somehow make her father like her as much as he did her siblings.

-

“Could I have some more mashed potatoes, please?” Angelina sits in her little booster seat next to Rose at the dinner table. Her little feet, clad with light up sneakers, kick at the legs of the table.

Y/N walks around the table, her 6 year old daughter cheesing up at her as she plops mashed potatoes out of the large ceramic crock pot. Her fingers reach out to pinch at Angelina’s tiny little cheeks, and she coos at how cute she looks.

Y/N looks around the table as she sits down, Harry’s hand immediately reaching out to make itself at home on her thigh as she picks up her utensils to continue eating. Ethan finishes a story about his soccer team’s antics, and Harry laughs at the boyish behavior that he himself used to exhibit.

“Oh, by the way, I got an A on my World History exam.” Ethan says. Y/N smiles, reaching out to pat her son on the back, and Ethan’s curly hair flopping as he nods reminds Y/N so much of Harry’s.

“I’m proud of you.” Harry starts, fork reaching up to his lips to throw a green bean in his mouth, “You’re the captain of two sports teams, and you’re doing well in school. I couldn’t be prouder.” He smiles, and Ethan is used to it. His dad had always encouraged him, and told him he was proud almost every night. Harry went to every single one of Ethan’s baseball and soccer games, always hugging Angelina close to his chest as he cheered his son on.

“What about you, Angie?” Harry calls her by her nickname, and her brown hair whooshes over as she turns to look at him.

“I drew something at school!” Angelina speaks up, voice a few octaves above everyone else’s. She points to the fridge, where various drawing from all of the kids are hung up on the metal doors. Harry lets out a playful round of applause, long arms reaching out to tickle her and shower her with kisses.

“My little artist!” He exclaims, and Angelina shouts as he tickles at her small belly. Ethan laughs across the dinner table, and Rose lets a small smile worm its way onto her lips.

They continue picking at their individual plates, silverware clattering against teeth and glass plates as they dine some more. Y/N waits for Harry to ask Rose what she did that day, after all, he’d asked the other two children. Y/N knew Rose wasn’t the most secure person, and she knew Rose wanted to be appreciated sometimes.

When her husband continues to pick at the chicken on his plate, eyes focused on only the chunk of meat in front of him, she takes it upon herself to ask instead.

“Rose, honey, what did you do today?” Harry’s eyes flicker up, expression blank from his face as he forks a piece of grilled chicken into his mouth and awaits his daughter’s answer. She shrugs, food almost empty from her plate as her baggy t shirt shakes from her breathing.

“Well, next year i’m going to have to start applying to colleges.” Y/N nods, and Rose continues speaking. Ethan’s eyes flicker over to Rose’s and he’s suddenly interested since he himself had just entered in his last application. “And a few months ago I applied for this thing, I didn’t think i’d get it, but it covers like 10,000 dollars for every year of college. I got it, and they want to do an interview for the school paper.”

Rose was truthfully proud of herself, she didn’t think there was any chance of her receiving the award, but after she had, she was the most ecstatic she’d been in a while. She wanted to be known for more than ‘Harry Styles’ Daughter’, or  ‘Ethan Styles’ Sister’, and all of her years of hard work had hopefully paid off. She hoped that, for once, Harry would be as proud of her as he was for her other siblings, as dumb as it seemed to sound.

Y/N gets up from her chair, walking across the table to wrap her arms around her daughter’s small frame. Rose smiles as her mum squeezes her tightly in her arms, heart warming up in adoration, but then her eyes look over at Harry and her stomach drops.

He doesn’t have a smile on his face, instead, he’s started talking to Ethan about something and she feels stupid for even thinking he would care. Defeated feeling crawling it’s way onto her face, Y/N notices her gaze and her change in demeanor, and walks back over to her chair, placing a hand on Harry’s thigh.

“Baby, aren’t you proud of Rose? I mean it’s a huge scholarship that she’s gotten!” Harry nods briefly, head just barely flicking up and down and he forces a smile onto his face, “Of course, darling, but I could always just pay whatever she needs. I’d rather she use that energy to try and go to bed instead of sneaking out.” He scolds once again.

Rose shakes her head, shoving a last spoonful of potatoes into her mouth, and grabbing her phone from the corner of the table. She excuses herself, and her mother shoots her a worried glance, but she just walks away, and pads up the stairs into her bedroom.

-
Rose throws her backpack into the trunk of Ethan’s jeep, tugging herself towards the passenger’s seat of his car. Her eyebrows remained furrowed in a scowl, arms only uncrossing to open the door to the car before she can get in and cross them over her chest again.

Ethan finishes throwing his baseball gear into the back of his car, and shuts the trunk before jogging up to the driver’s seat. He’s a bit defeated as well, but Rose just looks properly upset, close to tears, even, as water glazes over her hazel eyes.

“You good baby sis?” he asks, pushing his key into his ignition, but pausing before moving the car to look at her. Rose just nods quietly, eyes glued to the airbag label in front of her as she wishes to sleep her day away.

Her eyes glaze over a bit and she shuts them quietly, but her heart still hammers against her chest quickly. She feels the car moving, and quietly wishes she could sleep the day off.

It wasn’t like anyone would think her grades were bad, had they seen the report card themselves. All it was was a B, a stupid little B in the class that she’d been struggling in for the past few months. Music was supposed to be an easy class, but after being assigned as a final project to make their own song, Rose knew her lack of musical talent (Ethan and Angelina had received all of it) would screw her over. And that’s exactly what it had done.

It was the first B she’d ever received, and as much as she understood she could be overreacting, she also knew that she didn’t want anything to ruin the chance she had of getting into the college she wanted to go to.

When she opens her tired eyes, they’re in front of the house, brick walls towering over the two of them. Ethan was just barely taller than Harry, curly hair lining up almost perfectly between the two boys. Rose knew her parents were expecting report cards, and wanted nothing more than to run to her friend’s home and stay there for an indefinite amount of time.

Ethan steps forward first, swinging the door open as he holds it open for Rose. She ducks under the bicep of his arm to enter the house, and Harry and Y/N are standing in the kitchen cutting up carrots and onions when they walk in.

Y/N is the first to greet them, “My babies!” Running forward, she leans up on her tippy toes to press a kiss to Ethan’s cheek, and she levels herself back onto the bottoms of her feet to kiss roses cheek. She tells them she’s made a snack on the kitchen counter, a pastry of some sort, and asks them to leave their report cards on the counter before going upstairs.

So both Rose and Ethan nervously leave their grades on the counter and nervously patter up the stairs to their rooms.

Rose soothes her worried heart with a cup of tea, and ends up lying under her soft cotton sheets, an episode of a comedy show on Netflix displaying on her little TV. The walls of her room are pink, and despite being a teenager, she still has several of her favorite childhood stuffed animals on top of her pillows.

She heard footsteps aggressively stomp up the stairs and she thinks nothing of it, head focused on the little bit of tiredness nudging at her brain. She wanted to doze off for a bit before dinner, and she knew that sleep would be very comfortable after a long day of uncomfortable worry.

But just as she feels her eyes beginning to droop, Rose feels her room shaking, and her door swinging open.

“Music class? You got a B in fucking music class?” Her dad nags at her, and she just rolls her eyes out of his view and wants to shut him out of her room. Her hands lay flat against the sheets of the bed, and she pushes herself up to sit upright as Harry fumes at her.

He holds a crinkled paper in his hands, her report card, and she feels more ashamed of herself than anything else. The flash of black ink on the paper makes her heart sad again, and her chest fills with worry once more. The comedy show has laugh tracks playing in the background, but she can’t seem to be happy anymore as she feels sad again.

“How the fuck did this happen?” He raises his voice again. Rose flinches, eyebrows pinching up at the middle as he scolds her like she’s a child. He hadn’t been properly angry with her in a while (he was too preoccupied to care).

“The final project was half of the grade.” She murmurs through her lips, legs still warm underneath the thick comforter. She stares at the little mosquito scars on her thighs, and tries to connect the spots to try to distract from the situation.

“Rose, look at me when i’m speaking to you!” Harry exclaims, marching over to stand next to her tall bed.

Tears well up in her eyes, and she looks at her legs in shame, before flicking her green eyes up to meet her Father’s.

“Dad, I asked you to help me with my final but you told me you would after Ethan’s game.” She says quietly, too defeated to raise her voice as it would be uncontrollably shaky, “And then I asked you after and you were too busy tucking Angelina in.” She tells him.

“Stop coming up with excuses, you should’ve tried harder.” Rose nods at him. She should’ve tried harder, maybe studied a few more hours, and skipped snack breaks to stay highlighting materials at her desk. She’d tried her hardest in all of her classes, she always did, skipping out on high school parties and basketball games just to stay at home and work. But she knew what her dad was saying was right, and she bit at the skin under her teeth to try to keep from crying.

“I don’t understand how the one B you got, was in a class that I passed without even trying. I just don’t get it.”

“I’m sorry, dad, i’ll try harder next time.” She curtly replies, wanting him to leave her room so that she could cry. Maybe if she’d tried harder, skipped more plans than she already did, she would’ve gotten an A in the stupid class and he would’ve actually been proud of her for once.

Harry just lets out a disappointed sigh, body walking out of the room, and right when he leaves Rose jumps out from her bed before closing the wooden door and locking it. She throws herself onto the bed face first, and tucks her face into her fingers.

She sobs loudly, and through the thin door of her room Y/N hears her first daughter crying. Her heart pinches at the noise, and when she turns to possibly talk to Harry about trying to be more appreciative of Rose, she realizes that he’s in Ethan’s room, a hand rubbing circles into Ethan’s muscly back as he comforts his son over the C he received in chemistry.

“Listen, you’re good at Baseball and soccer, you’re amazing. You’re going to be so successful, and colleges are going to accept you no matter what because they know that. So just do better next semester, try to be a little better, and i’m always here if you need help.”

Y/N bites her thumb. She’s glad that her husband is so good to her son, and she’s happy that he’s being a good father to him, but she’s upset because he’s so obviously cruel to Rose. She knew how neglected Rose felt by herself, as she was the only one of their children who had no interest in music, but she also knew that Rose would’ve probably been more disappointed in herself than anything else.

Sighing, she steps down the stairs, and brews two cups of tea to have a conversation with her husband.

-

Harry’s heart tenses when he spots the door to Rose’s room. Little drawings and doodles of flowers decorated the door to it, and there’s a little yellow poster with the words ‘Treat People with Kindness’ hanging on the wooden surface.

Y/N had just told him of the way Rose could feel neglected by him, and the way that he clearly treated her worse than he did the other siblings. Harry hadn’t realized up until that point, but he was still quite defeated over the news.

He reaches his fingers forward, hands curling around the  cold metal of her doorknob, but before he musters up the courage to twist it himself, he feels the metal twist on it’s own and the door props open.

And there stands his daughter, eyes a bit greener than his own, with her chestnut hair unmistakably relating her to him. Her cheeks are soft and flushed, and her eyes are a little bit puffy. It’s from waking up after a nap, Harry thinks.

“Hi, darling.” He simply states, and Rose just nods, trying not to burst into tears again. Her baggy t-shirt is comfortable, and her mouth feels dry from crying into the pillow for the past hour.

Harry sighs, “Listen, I know I was a bit…” He trails off, looking for the right words, “Harsh, earlier. But know that I love you, and that I don’t want you to hate me, alright?” He clarifies. She curtly nods, feeling just a tiny bit better, but still being unsure. She knew without a doubt that he loved her, he was her father after all. But Rose knew that there was a difference between loving someone as a daughter, and loving someone like Harry loved her other siblings.

So she just assures him with an “Of course, dad. I don’t hate you.” and brushes past him to walk down the stairs.

-
Rose is surrounded by adults, and annoying little children.

Her cousins had come over for some reason, and all of them decided to have sword fights with foam swords (that hurt far too much for being made out of foam) and shoot styrofoam bullets at each other with nerf guns. Rose and Ethan sit annoyed, rubbing at their heads as they try to focus on their phone screens amidst the children yelling.

When a little boy who’s chasing Angie around the couch accidentally aims his sword incorrectly, the foam piece clocking right onto Ethan’s phone screen, he angrily picks it up, and stands up from the couch.

“Do you want to go see what the adults are doing?” And Rose has never stood up faster in her life, almost bolting upright as another little boy lets out a scream. Some of the children she’d never even seen before, and she figures they’re the children of her dad’ cousins.

They walk out of the play room, straight out into the living room where a few older men are watching some sports game with beers in their hands. They recline on the leather chairs, and Rose spots her parent speaking to many other adults around the island of the kitchen. There’s a platter of cheese and crackers in front of them, and one of their older cousins speaks of his college experience as the parents laugh lightly.
While Ethan takes a seat next to some old man that Rose has only seen in a few pictures, he talks about the baseball game with him. Rose pulls her phone out of her pocket, ready to sit next to Ethan and mindlessly watch cake videos again, until she hears something that makes her ears perk up.

“Harry, Y/N, how are the kids? Rose and Ethan have grown up so fast! Angie still has some time at home.”

She hears other people agreeing, some woman squeaking out a solemn ‘she’s so cute!’

“Ethan’s quite the young man.” Harry gushes, “He’s got my musical talent, that’s for sure. If baseball and soccer don’t work out for him, I know for sure he’ll take my musical talent and put it to good use.” Ethan seems to have the same idea as Rose, eyes still half heartedly trained onto the game while a little smile plays at his lips.

Rose loved her brother, she just got a bit frustrated at times, wishing she was more like him. Or wishing her parents would appreciate her, as much as they appreciated him.

“And Rose, well sometimes I wished she’d taken after her siblings more.” The adults laugh, as if they don’t understand how Harry’s blatantly rude words could possibly be offensive. Rose suddenly becomes a lot less annoyed, and a lot more upset. Her phone screen has turned black from her not tapping on it, and her bottom lip trembles when he speaks. Ethan notices, and wraps a strong arm around his little sister’s shoulder.

“You know he didn’t mean it like that, sis.” He tries to comfort, and Rose has stopped listening. She instead just tells him she’s a bit tired (‘I think i’m going to go for a nap, E.’) and slips up the stairs back up to her room, feeling her mascara rush down her cheeks before she can fully shut the door behind her.

-

“That looks so good.” Harry stares in awe, mouth watering, at the dish of meat in the oven. He licks his lips, stomach growling as he inhales the garlicky scent, and Y/N laughs about it before pushing him away from the oven so that she can open it to check on the lamb.

“Harry, baby, can you please go tell the kids to wash their hands, I think they’re all in the play room.” Harry nods, pressing a solid kiss against his wife’s forehead, and walking through the delicious scent to the hallway on the first floor of the house. He’s happy that his kids are close, and that they find time to appreciate each other. Smiling, he’s about to open the white door when-

“Who do you like more, mom or dad?” Angelina asks in her tiny voice, Harry smiles, a grin creeping onto his face as he decides he’ll stand there a little longer to hear their answers before he calls them for dinner.

“I love mom, and she’s amazing, but dad’s always been the one i’m closest to. He’s at all of my games, he used to be a rockstar, and he’s just…the best.” Harry hears Ethan gush through the door and his heart speeds up. He remembered going to Ethan’s game ever since he was just a small child, and he could always appreciate the curly hair and green eyes that matched his own.

“What about you guys?” He hears Ethan ask. A small tud is heard and then he hears Angie, “Me too! Daddy’s the best. He buys me ice cream whenever I want, and he reads me stories at night about princesses.” He hears her exclaim. Harry’s heart doubles over, doing little spins as he hears his children laugh from inside. But when he hears Rose’s unmistakable voice, he can almost picture her green eyes squinting.

“Well I disagree.”

Ethan’s low voice comes next, “Why’s that?”

Someone sighs, and a little squeak emits (from the toy Rose bought Angie with her leftover lunch money). There’s a short moment of silence.

“Just, don’t think dad likes me much.” He hears Rose admit, voice completely steady as she shrugs it off like it’s not a big deal. Rose just keeps her eyes on the screen of the family movie her and her siblings watch, a bowl of chips in front of them as Angie squeaks her new toy some more.

Harry’s heart stops, tensing a bit as he tries to digest her words. Why on Earth would she think that? Harry loved Rose, she was always so intelligent, and she was one of the most important girls in his life. He remembered the first time he’d ever laid eyes on her, in a hospital room aside Y/N as they smiled down at the barely noticeable traces of hair on her little head. He was always going to be fond of her, regardless of what she thought.

“Why would you think that?” Ethan asks, and it’s if he read Harry’s mind.

“He just, doesn’t care about anything I do.” Rose shrugs, “He’s always mean to me, and he goes to all of your games, and all of Angie’s school performances, but hasn’t gone to a single art showcase of mine, and it’s always just mom there. She always says he’s busy or something, but I go home and he’s just woken up from a nap.” Rose shrugs, shoulders staying still as she nonchalantly pops a chip into her mouth.

Ethan comforts her with an, “I’m sure he loves you just as much as he loves the rest of us.” And Angie squeaks her toy to agree, but Rose just tenses her face and leaves the subject as it is.

Harry swears tear well up at his eyes. Partially at Rose’s gruelling confession, but mostly because he didn’t even know she was interested in art, let alone in any showcases. He wondered if Y/N had ever mentioned them, or if he’d been to enamored in his other children to notice.

He didn’t want to admit it to himself, but somewhere along the line he’d lost his appreciation in her, and now she was unphased by the fact that her own father seemed like he wanted nothing to do with her, and that made him overly upset.

So instead of telling them dinner’s ready, Harry sadly walks back to the kitchen, standing next to Y/N who was grabbing plates out of the dishwasher.

“Hey, where are the kids?” She asks, and Harry just shakes his head. She sets the plates down onto the counter and walks towards him, hands placed on his cheeks to pull his face up.

“Does Rose,” He sputters, words a little bit delayed because he can’t even realize she really thinks that, “Does Rose like art?” And Y/N freezes in her place, eyes widening a bit as if she’s gobsmacked that he didn’t know.

She lets out a loud breath, inhaling deeply before replying, “Yes, she’s been drawing since she was seven. She’s won a lot of awards, did you know she was considered to paint a mural next to city hall?” Y/N smiles proudly, remembering how her daughter excitedly came up to her with the news the other day. She was proud of Rose, always saving the little paintings her oldest daughter would make her.

But the fridge was filled with baseball drawings and scribbles, and the one drawing Rose had on the fridge was covered with Ethan and Angie’s.

Harry rests both palms on the counter, ring clad fingers curling around the marble as he puts his weight onto it. All that time he’d just been gushing about Angie and Ethan, and trying to help them because he’d known that they shared his love in music, but he’d hardly acknowledged Y/N.

He’d pushed her aside to the point where she thought he didn’t even like her. His on daughter.

“God, i’m-” droplets of water begin to dribble out of his eyes, onto the dark wood floor of the kitchen, “i’m the worst fucking father.” He exclaims, and Y/N immediately reaches out to wrap her arms around his waist from the side. He doesn’t look at her, instead being disappointed in himself.

They both hear footsteps patter out of the room, and Angie wails “I’m hungry!” while they all spread out to their designated areas. Rose quietly pads up to her room, and Harry keeps his eyes glued onto her as he does.

“Whatever you’re cooking it smells delic-” Ethan cuts himself off, eyebrows furrowing as he looks at his dad with a distressed expression on his face.

“Dad? You good?” He asks, but Harry dodges the question entirely, making his own.

“Ethan, does your little sister think that I hate her?” Harry asks, and Ethan immediately answers.

“Angie loves you, of course no-”

“Not her, Rose.” Harry cuts off. Ethan widens his eyes slightly, mouth shutting quickly as he goes without a reply for a few moments. Harry takes that as his answer’ heart shrinking even more.

“Well dad, you are a dick to her a lot.” He truthfully says, “Like when all of your cousins and sibling were over the other night, you said you wished she was more like us. I’m pretty sure that really hurt her feelings.” And Harry flinches because she wasn’t meant to hear it. But also, and more importantly, because he should never have said it.

“She told me she stays out late because she doesn’t want to deal with you.” And Harry excuses himself from the conversation, leaving Y/N and Ethan in the kitchen startled as he runs up the stairs. He sees her bedroom door, drawing glued onto the wood, and he knows he’s stupid for not knowing she was so talented from the beginning.

He swings the door open and she’s stood in front of the vanity, a pair of tweezers in her left hand.

“Shit, dad, you scared me.” Rose laughs a bit uncomfortably. Tears are glazing his eyes, and he notices just how much she looks like Y/N. Just how perfect she looks, like a picture perfect combination of their best features.

“Rose, you know I love you right?” He asks her. She immediately looks away, teeth beginning to gnaw at her bottom lip and her eyes flicker to the door to Ethan’s room a few steps behind him.

“Sure, dad.” She sighs, curly hair flopping as she nods her head, trying to assure herself.

“Rose, I know I haven’t been the best dad to you recently - “ And Rose tells herself she shouldn’t, but proceeds to cut him off.

“Recently?” There’s a scowl on her face, and for the first time in his life, Harry is afraid of his daughter in front of him, “Dad, it’s always been like this. Ethan always gets to stay out as long as he wants, and he has no punishment except for a lecture. Angie’s bedtime stories are put before the most important things in my life.” She shakes her head, tears barely glazing over her eyes.

“Mom has always been the one there for me, because you don’t have time for me, and that’s okay. I understand.” Rose admits, legs a little shaky as she tries to dodge around him and end the conversation soon.

“Just a little over a year and i’ll go to college, and I won’t have to come second to anyone again.” She tells both him and herself. Sighing, she dodges past his broad frame, and begins to walk down the stairs for dinner.

And strangely, this time, it’s Harry who stands sobbing in Rose’s bedroom.

-

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