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[color=#770077][/color] hi guys I'm sorry there are no quotation marks have issues with the some parts of the keypad of my phone, as an avid reader I know its important but please bear with me, thank you. One more thing please I will appreciate readers who can suggest suitable names for the characters this is my first readable story and I'm kinda picky with the name thingy, if you notice only the girl's father has a name yet but there are five other male characters and maybe four to five female characters so kindly get back to me soon through the comment section here,Gracias

okay I've been summoned here so lemme get my popcorn and drinks ready I'll be back in a moment

It had been a week after the slap as she now referred to the incident but even now as was lying on her bed in her quiet room she still could not get over it, it screamed wrong cos no matter how naïve people thought she was she could not act the docile miss and marry a man who would hit her at whim, she could not even do it for her parents who saw the alliance as blessed and straight from God, they could not see one fault with him instead they kept poking her like she was the one at fault for making him so angry and jealous that he had to hit her
She replayed the conversation with her parents after he had come to visit after the slap and she had refused to see him.
Why did you refuse to see Wole? Her father asked when Wole left the house angrily.
I just don't want to see him Sir he has hurt me badly. I replied quietly
What do you mean hurt you badly did you catch him cheating on you or what? Mom asked as she joined us.
No i didn't. I replied, I did of course have my suspicions but I wasn't going to say anything I was not sure of to them
Then what is the problem? My father asked with suspicious calm I could tell he was running out of patience he always said he didn't understand the female mind and it was clear this was one of those cases he did not even want to try yet I carried on.
He hit me I said with as much venom as I could muster. He hit me just because I was hanging around some male colleagues in the office.
Kile le yi n so? Did you expect him to be happy with you for flirting around with men who work for him? Dad broke out.
I was not flirting we were just discussing work, that's all! I said in a snit I had never been given to childishness and disrespect before and I knew I could have said it all differently a soft answer turneth away wrath and all but I didn't care nor pay attention to my tone I was angry and I wanted to be heard no matter what.
Won ti bere ni. Mom exclaimed beside me
Won ti bere nkankan. Dad replied in his no nonsense tone, your daughter is only trying to show herself but in my house it will not work, I didn't ask you to accept his proposal, you did so out of your own free will, I accepted you brought to me because his father is a friend of mine who is also a leader in the church we go to, then we start preparing for the wedding, send out invitations and when its barely two weeks to the wedding you realise he is not for you abi? And of course because you are a grown woman with a Master's degree you expect us to accept whatever you say, well not under my roof, if you say he hit you because you were flirting then you deserve it no daughter of mine will turn into a prostitute while I'm alive.
I had blanched at the word prostitute but I still tried to defend myself.
I'm no prostitute, Dad. I cut in angrily. In anger I had barely realised he had risen and now towered over me as I too stood in anger the power and difference in our height was outstanding but I didn't falter and that was what angered him more as he raised his hand to me I had barely seen the movement but my Mom had... Gbenga. She called in a whisper loud enough to cause him to check himself and drop his hand.
You might say you are not a prostitute but what would you call a woman found frolicking with different men? He asked as he angrily walked out of the sitting room.
I never seem to understand the both of you, you always bring out the best and the worst out each other, one minute you are the closest and leaving me out on the loop and the next you are angry and I have to step in, you should not have spoken to him like that now it will be almost impossible for him to see reason, Mom said as she came to stand beside me, I love you both dear, but please just go to room and let me see what I can do.

[quote author=Yohmi post=50600364]Aunty why na? [/quote
Ah bros what did I do na?

skarlett:
Dedicated to daxlasaint, nawtielizzie, khutie, adebriana, janway, oluangelkay, jay542, kiki24, okorro1 and goldenone
Eleven
He was looking dashing in his grey suit and thin black tie against the backdrop of his blindingly white shirt, he looked shatteringly attractive and felt so solidly real that Feyi just lost it completely, and every shocked, scared and raw emotion she felt in three weeks came to the fore. Seeing him again broke down the shell of indifference she’d tried to build up in three weeks and she was left with the rage. She struck at him and landed a slap on his face, surprising him and herself. She wanted to strike again but he held her hand. She snatched it away from him.
“What are you doing here? Haven’t you done enough?” she snapped at him.
“Feyi I…”
“Don’t you dare call my name, I told you I want nothing to do with you, isn’t that enough? I regret ever having anything to do with you!”
Tunji felt like he’d been struck low in the gut but he knew he deserved it. She looked so skinny, it had been foolish of him to think he would give her the space she wanted and keep trying until he wore her down.
“Please Fey, I know I’m a beast but can we talk about it please?”
Feyi was so mad at him she wanted to push past him and get far away from him but she couldn’t stop the wave of dizziness that knocked her off her feet. He held her swooning form.
“Oh God, you need to see the doctor, why would he let you go home by yourself when you’re obviously not fine,” he said through gritted teeth.
Feyi wanted to protest and point out that she had just seen the doctor and she was fine but the words wouldn’t come out. She instead felt enraptured by the musky cologne he was wearing and the familiarity of it made her weaken towards him. She felt herself lean heavier on him and then there was a blackout.
When she regained consciousness, she was on the hospital bed. Tunji was seating beside her, engrossed in a conversation on his mobile phone while he held one of her hands in a tightly clenched grip.
He looked rigid all over , Feyi observed dimly, sending an unwilling glance over his taut profile and the fierce set of his shoulders inside his jacket. There was tension in his strong neck muscles and his clenched jaw line.
How long had she been out? Frowning, it took her several seconds to recall the full drama she had enacted before she’d swooned away at his feet. She’d attacked him like a madwoman. She had not even given him a chance to speak. She recalled his stunned frozen face when she’d vented her anger on him.
Then she remembered why she had reacted like that and a tiny sob escaped her lips.
His conversation stopped. He swung his dark head around to look at her. Fierce dark eyes that glittered with the oddest expression settled on hers and the fingers he had closed around her fingers tightened their grip.
“You fainted,” he told her as if she was too dense to work it out for herself.
Feyi said nothing. Looking at him should be hurting by now she was waiting for the pain to kick in.
“You are in private ward in the hospital,” he added after looking at her all over, “the doctor…”
“I don’t want the doctor, I’m fine,” Feyi said and removed her fingers from his grip as she turned away.
“Were you ever going to tell me?” he asked so softly, she almost didn’t hear him.
She swallowed uneasily and turned around to face him. She couldn’t pretend not to know the implication of his words, the doctor had already told him. “I don’t know, I didn’t expect this to happen anymore than you,” she confessed twinning her fingers nervously.
“We had unprotected sex and you’re still fertile as I am, what else were you expecting?”
She couldn’t miss the trace of sarcasm in his words. Of course he was right, having gone through Tomiwa’s pregnancy and its attendant morning sickness, she had known she was affected by more than a bug but she’d tried so hard to deny all the signs and now she knew why. She didn’t want this child.
“Anything else but another baby that would make you feel obligated to me. I cannot have this baby Tunji, I want to have an abortion,” she said.
*****
And hit a raw nerve. Tunji felt his gut take another sickening punch as Feyi’s words hit him. He leant back on the chair he was sitting on. He was wounded but he wouldn’t allow her words take the fight out of him.
“Over my dead body,” he enunciated slowly making sure she felt his rigid tone and stood up from the chair. He walked to the window feeling like a caged animal.
Feyi sat up from the bed and fought an ear-splitting migraine. “I’m not going to do this with you again Tunji, I’m not going to allow you into my life and have you hurt me again. I’m tired of the all the drama and heartache staying married to you has brought me. I’m not open to aborting this pregnancy anymore than you but if that will end this back and forth with you then I’m prepared for it.”
Tunji turned to look at her, “You can’t be serious Feyi,” he said.
“I’m dead serious Tunji, I don’t want to have you in my life only because of your children, I don’t want you to feel tied to me forever like a bad sore that won’t go away.”
He came to her bedside and gripped her hands firmly, “stop saying this Feyi. Stop hurting me and yourself this way, I met and fell in love with you before Tomiwa and even before the one we lost and you know that.”
She looked into his dark eyes uncertain, “but you have Omotola…” her voice trailed away as she fought the bitterness that rose within her.
“Omotola is not the woman I love, you are. Please Feyi come back to me and lets work this out, we can get past this and become even stronger. Stop hiding away at your parents, you’re my wife and you belong by my side. Till death do us part.”
“But she’s carrying your child,” she protested weakly.
“And so are you. You are more important to me than any other woman, we’ll work out a form of arrangement with her, I obviously cannot marry her,” he went on his knees before Feyi. “I’m sorry for everything I’ve done to hurt you but please take me back and let me be a better husband to you and a better father to our children,” he said.
Feyi gripped his hands tighter, feeling all the fight go out of her. “Oh Tunji,” that was all she could manage before pulling him close to her in a warm embrace.
*****
I laughed warmly as I exited the hotel feeling more alive than I had ever been in the last three years. I hadn’t thought I could do it but I had done it and the rush I had gotten was as thrilling as a cocaine high. The smell of fear I’d perceived as i had driven the knife into my victim had left me giddy with excitement.
It was even more thrilling that as I walked out of the hotel sending the receptionist one of my dashing smiles, she’d had no clue what I’d done. I knew it would be a few hours more before the lifeless body was found but I’d be long gone before then.
It was funny how I’d evolved from the hapless child at the mercy of irresponsible parents to the killer I was now. I wasn’t always like this, once upon a time I’d been innocent, naïve and too trusting until I’d learned the hard way. My childhood memories are marred with incidences of violence and abuse but hadn’t I outgrown the humiliation of it all?
Poor mom and pop, they always had it coming. Poor Steph, Tracy and of course, poor Ifeoluwa. Poor foolish Seyi Lawal that ended up being blamed for Ife’s death. I don’t deny that it felt exhilarating to watch another person take the fall for me when I was right in their faces all along. But none of them would have ever thought to associate me with something as horrible as murder. No one ever did, not even poor Steph lying as dead as nail in room 501.
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Whoa Skarlett thanks for dedicating a chapter to me really got me high... Well still a good story so far this might turn out to be a learning how to be mature and responsible experience for Feyi seems its clear she loves Tunji so much

Amazing read yet, if Feyi turns out pregnant again ehn,den Tunji must be a very virile man Haba Mana

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TIME WILL TELL - A POEM

They spoke the truth it
was not for the swift
but for the strong
we did not hear them
cos we had bought the fame
and we could answer the name
we thought it was just the same

Yet it is a dream
that is sold to the young at heart
who think they can climb
impossible heights
never being told that the greys
view heights with only sights
they flew masts
yet they gathered so little

They fought wars
yet won only a few
they turned grey where they had black hairs
but were unable to the stop the onslaught
So fought to their heart’s content

And finally
they were home… survivors
there they met warriors
who had been swift with their wars
and victorious
lacking understanding
as to why they took so long to get there

Others wondered
why people thought them … champions
when they had come so late after the war
not knowing that they were survivors
of not a war
but torrid wars
challenging them
brought forth
their pride for they had not only fought wars
but had gained wisdom and culture
their expertise now like that
of the oldies who cried the 'race is not to the swift'

Others bowed before them
cos they now had the name
and the fame of their expertise
which is knowledge and culture
outdid the swift
yes they sold their years
but with it they bought the name

Yes I am Great Ife, yes, I share in the Aluta spirit, yes, many of my friends in other schools will finish before me, yet hardly one of them can boast of half the experiences I have had in OAU, yes, being in OAU does not mean I must be great, but it means I can explore every capacity of greatness within. True, I cannot say Victoria Ascerta, but I will continue to hustle until God chooses to bless me
Signed: Funmi Richards aka Chioma Okorro
GREAT IFE GREAT
HAPPY RESUMPTION TO THE FRESHERS

When I get older I will be stronger they’ll call me freedom just like the WAVING FLAG now wave your flag wave flag …– waving flag song 2009
AGE AND RESPONSIBILITY By Funmi Richards
I am turning a year older very soon, it’s a big one that turns me legal in many ramifications, even though I still very much look like a child, which is what makes a lot of people address me as one, which is also why I most times try to act smart, world savvy, more efficient than people of my assumed age, which sometimes makes me seem odd, particular or simply different, or sometimes outstanding.As I turn the big number, I wonder about some things; definitely wonder where my life is headed, what aspirations I have or should have, what expectations the world should have of me, what expectations I should have of myself, what I can give to the society and what I can make of the society, where I am headed in society; like the boy in the poem, Boy On A Swing, who wondered when he would be able to wear long trousers like the white men in South Africa’s Apartheid era, I sometimes wonder when I will be grown up enough to wear society’s long pair of trousers, and when I do, if it will be fitting or loose on me...?The older we get, at least based on my assertion of Nigerians, we find that where we thought things will get better and easier, making us want to grow old faster so we could enjoy the freedom or whatever we thought the older ones were enjoying, we find it shocking that the opposite is true because with every new age comes more responsibility and more restrictions; where in nursery school you had your parents/relatives do your assignment, you get to primary school/grade school - secondary school and its hardly any one’s concern if you turn in your assignments, so far as it does not affect your term grades (i.e., for those whose parents are not teachers or parents who have extra time) or when you were five or six, someone had to wash plates with you, then you turn 8, 9, 10, and your parents have visitors over for Sallah or Christmas... After the visit they leave a pile of used plates in the sink only for you... then, you're wondering, what did i do wrong? (trust me: you did nothing but grow up).The weight of responsibility sometimes comes too early: when you have younger ones, or when you have working class parents; late: sometimes when you're the last born and you get a shocking addition to your family, or if you are sent to boarding house or university and you have to fend for yourself; or it could come at the 'right time', when it comes as a gradual process. Yet it must come, and when it does, even when it’s at the right time, it does not always mean we are ready for it, but more often than not, that does not matter because, whether we are ready or not, we have to dance to the tune or cry foul, any of which could affect or effect a change in the way society sees you, which begs the question if there is freedom as one ascends in age. Then, what gives society the right to frown at the (in)actions of individuals?
Restrictions as maturity comes – when as a child you say something everyone, even you, considers silly, everyone is obligated to laugh. But grow a little and say it again, and if your mum is Nigerian, you might not walk away unscathed. The irony is as is said in Nigerian parlance what you are looking for in Sokoto, you have in your shokoto - where a child is looking for freedom in coming of age s/he has freedom in his/her naivete which s/he has so much in his/her childhood – where they can make the grownups laugh at the silliest things (a truth that not many people know).If I had a wand; a working one I mean, I’ll probably make myself forever young to still time and protect that innocence that has wielded no restrictions, but as the white man says, If wishes were horses even beggars will ride. So my best bet is to act according to, or above my age, to avail myself and avoid unsavoury moments which might lead to even more unsavoury situations.Above and Beyond, I do appreciate getting older, because that in itself has its own fun moments like when I get to boss nieces and nephews around – do this, don’t do this, and when I get to be someone’s ticket to memory – I could tell you your childhood stories (in my own way of course). Just kidding tho', but seriously I do appreciate what I have/am become/ing, because I know I am better than I was some years back, and hopefully it’s a bridge - not the Onitsha bridge that was promised and not built oh, but one that is already in progress, to where I am going to be in the years to come.
NB: It is true that with age comes responsibility and many times the onus rests on society as to how and when the responsibility is given, but when we take a deep breath and take it a step at a time, we do not tire easily!

Interested- do u work during weekends? Nd pls like how much do scripts go for?

Heello i don't no if dis is still on but if it is this is my email address funmiobieze@yahoo.com thanks

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lol, wasn't aware there was a diary section besides its isn't exactly a diary its a series just tot to name it diary of a Xtian girl because it chronicles the lives of christians

fabiano09:
why didnt you do this in the diary section? Thought christains are s'posed to be obedient and law abiding...

lol, wasn't

She had been a lot of things in her short life but she had never been careless in her emotions and relationships so she just couldn't understand how she of all people could have got into a romantic relationship with someone that inhumane...
Imagine his guts! He hit her! Just because according to him she was spending more time with her male colleagues than at the office...
She had been a good Christian all her life, had maintained stellar grades in school,always obeyed her parents, hadn't gone to the orgies her friends called parties which was the wont of her peers so when she had graduated with a second class upper from one of the reputable indigenous universities in Nigeria she had expected it, she had also expected to be retained after service and she had been - yes 'the expectations of the righteous shall not be cut off' had been duly confirmed and when finally as is expected of every African girl/woman at a certain age to go into the world and pick a better half; she had picked or had been penned by her boss' son for marriage she had thought she couldn't get it wrong until...

please i don't know if its only me encountering this problem but I find I unable to view a lot chapters when I try to click my phones tells error loading page, started dis story recently and wld love to complete it but can't with this ... @repogirl thanks

please I'm sorry for inconveniences but pls disregard this article there was an error here to view actual article please to my gratitude, thank you

MY VERSION OF GRATITUDE by Funmi Richards
That heady feeling you get when people read your work, they love it, it causes a smile or two, it imparts someone’s life or becomes a trending topic can make you do crazy things like talk to that friend you’ve been beefing since, kiss your African mum, make eternal promises to God, even make you pick up that article you threw away as trash a while back. But it’s what most writers desire; ‘recognition’ (of course, money is an added incentive).
(Backtrack)
I started this article being emotional and grateful at the number of views and commendations so far on my previous article, “OAU AND MARRIAGE PROSPECTS”, but I seemed to have become ‘objectively carried’ away. So let’s start all over again…
So I have been blushing since yesterday, and today, when I realised I wasn’t going to be leaving cloud 9 anytime soon, I decided to do something to burst the bubble and make me seem humble again (don’t laugh; its serious). My head has been swelling since and at this rate I’m worried I might be eligible for a contest for hammer head of horror. So, in the words of a wise man, (wait – wanted to act smart and you a brilliant quote but…) the original version of this used ‘piglet’ and no matter how much I might love Winnie The Pooh, I no go fit call myself piglet. So let me rephrase it: ‘Though I may have a very small heart, it can hold a very large amount of gratitude’.
Things I’m grateful for in the Year 2015:
“To the chickens I have eaten this season, thank you for never taking a gun at me like pictures suggested they could.”
To friends who started blogs or businesses this year ‘cause you guys have awoken the hustler in me, thank you.To MTN, for always sending me links to UTME passed questions (even the one they sent today) reminding me that there are still other options and OAU isn’t the end of the world.For cousins and relatives who never called or thought about me and yet expected me to call them; thank you for reminding me that I can choose my friends but I cannot choose my family.To my brothers, for not sending me Christmas and New Year recharge card; thank you, it made me find out that banks now do etranzact by simply dialling a code (no laugh me, I no no before na).
To friends and family, thank you. I know I tend to ramble a lot, but thanks for reading this anyway.To 2015, thanks for being a year to remember (to all things/people I failed to mention, thank you).Baba God I no forget You oh, Ese O.
Now to toast to 2016, after much consideration, here are my New Year resolutions:
• To gain at least 6.6 lbs.
• To understand what it means when people tell me I’m not serious or when they say I’m funny (don’t think I’m crazy a lot of people say it to in the bizarre circumstances that make it clear they are not in any way referring to my sense of humour).
• Finally, and definitely not the least to get a J O B or at the very least become somewhat of an entrepreneur. Peace Out!!! 2016!!
NB: Just had to add this I’m grateful to NASEL OAU ’14 for being over 600 allowing me to play my favourite character ‘Invisible Observer’

MY VERSION OF GRATITUDE by Funmi Richards
That heady feeling you get when people read your work, they love it, it causes a smile or two, it imparts someone’s life or becomes a trending topic can make you do crazy things like talk to that friend you’ve been beefing since, kiss your African mum, make eternal promises to God, even make you pick up that article you threw away as trash a while back. But it’s what most writers desire; ‘recognition’ (of course, money is an added incentive).
(Backtrack)
I started this article being emotional and grateful at the number of views and commendations so far on my previous article, “OAU AND MARRIAGE PROSPECTS”, but I seemed to have become ‘objectively carried’ away. So let’s start all over again…
So I have been blushing since yesterday, and today, when I realised I wasn’t going to be leaving cloud 9 anytime soon, I decided to do something to burst the bubble and make me seem humble again (don’t laugh; its serious). My head has been swelling since and at this rate I’m worried I might be eligible for a contest for hammer head of horror. So, in the words of a wise man, “To the chickens I have eaten this season, thank you for never taking a gun at me like pictures suggested they could.”
Now, the original version of this used ‘piglet’ and no matter how much I might love Winnie The Pooh, I no go fit call myself piglet. So let me rephrase it: ‘Though I may have a very small heart, it can hold a very large amount of gratitude’.
Things I’m grateful for in the Year 2015:
To friends who started blogs or businesses this year ‘cause you guys have awoken the hustler in me, thank you.To MTN, for always sending me links to UTME passed questions (even the one they sent today) reminding me that there are still other options and OAU isn’t the end of the world.For cousins and relatives who never called or thought about me and yet expected me to call them; thank you for reminding me that I can choose my friends but I cannot choose my family.To my brothers, for not sending me Christmas and New Year recharge card; thank you, it made me find out that banks now do etranzact by simply dialling a code (no laugh me, I no no before na).
To friends and family, thank you. I know I tend to ramble a lot, but thanks for reading this anyway.To 2015, thanks for being a year to remember (to all things/people I failed to mention, thank you).Baba God I no forget You oh, Ese O.
Now to toast to 2016, after much consideration, here are my New Year resolutions:
• To gain at least 6.6 lbs.
• To understand what it means when people tell me I’m not serious or when they say I’m funny (don’t think I’m crazy a lot of people say it to in the bizarre circumstances that make it clear they are not in any way referring to my sense of humour).
• Finally, and definitely not the least to get a J O B or at the very least become somewhat of an entrepreneur. Peace Out!!! 2016!!
NB: Just had to add this I’m grateful to NASEL OAU ’14 for being over 600 allowing me to play my favourite character ‘Invisible Observer’

OlaminiyiT:
Awo guys never serious in their life?! Smh for ur mouth?!
We go resume ijn...I go catch u...
U beta go marry coz this strike na six months...
Nice write-up tho.

abeg oh na joke I dey joke oh

geniusokorro:
Connection are you getting married? Sometime in 2009 when there was a lengthy ASUU strike ladies got married and pregnant before school resumed, expect same

haba bros no be like dat oh I'm just saying it oh no marriage plans yet

OAU AND MARRIAGE PROSPECTS by Funmi Richards
As the year draws to a close, people are publishing new year resolutions, churches are releasing the new year's banner I'm quite sure that whatever I decide to be included in my 2016 resolution falling in love and marriage are not be included but Mum has been wondering and worrying when I'll finish university when in one session we have had two strikes; she worries when 'the grandchildren' will start coming (LOL. Like that's going to happen so fast).
Friends have jokingly mentioned that they would soon consider their marriage prospects (and I dey dey wonder whether na so e easy) I mean how is it going to be handling a child and attending say Lit class or hustling breakfast, getting to 6am Drama class before the lecturer marks you absent in her attendance sheet?
I’m curious though what/ where are the marriage prospects in OauIfe are there prospects in Awo hall where guys do not know how to be serious about anything in their life and think they alone own the school, in Moz where parents be thinking they are ‘small children’ and boys be saying ‘here comes fresh meat’, Moremi where they all be deceiving themselves thinking they are boss ladies, Faj where they all think they have arrived, Angola boys who think Moz 101 is a core course so they must attend classes every day or is it the risky burger people who never have change to give somebody in their life but will say you can take pure water, as if they are giving you for free, or SUG people who be doing Aluta Continua like their life depends on strike and struggle, or maybe the prospects lie in PGD hall student some of who did not graduate from OAU and think that what happens to undergrads does not concern them and be fighting or stopping undergrads from buying stuff or fetching water from their hall when the school sends undergrads home in a bid to give them a break from the semester (like we need it - just saying tho)
‘In Falz voice’ at 28, girls be saying they don’t want to date but they want to marry, and in my voice I’m saying guys be hustling money their papa never get for e life, later, they marry one fine woman and turn back and say she’s a ‘golddigger’”(if you no show am Pot of Gold where she for hustle am from). Just saying tho; if you find marriage prospects with a lecturer so far as he or she isn’t married I’m solidly behind you I don’t think OAU has a foolproof policy against lecturers fraternizing with students just make sure you don’t marry those lecturers that can fail their husband/wife (don’t be so shocked its happened in OAU before) in that case I’m not behind you oh you are OYO!
Disclaimer: Marriage is usually talked about with so much seriousness just thought to write about it in an unserious way please forgive me if your name or location was mentioned unfavourably in any way (In Comedian I go die’s voice – Na joke I dey joke oh) Awo boys please take note.

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