Thursday, August 3, 2023

The Jester's Hideout

 Chapter Four: The Jester's Hideout

With a pocket full of clues, Emma was determined to confront the jester and put an end to the mystery of the missing blueberry swirl cupcakes. As she followed the trail of mismatched shoes, she couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and apprehension. The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the town as evening fell.

Emma's investigation led her to an abandoned circus tent on the outskirts of Willowbrook. The tent stood decrepit and weathered, its once vibrant colors faded with time. It seemed like the perfect hideout for a mischievous jester.

As she approached the tent, she heard faint laughter and the clinking of coins. Cautiously, Emma pushed aside the tattered curtain and stepped inside.

To her surprise, she found herself in a whimsical, candlelit world. The interior of the tent had been transformed into a makeshift jester's lair, filled with colorful paintings, juggling pins, and various carnival props. At the center of it all stood the jester himself.

He was a lanky man with a pointy hat adorned with bells, and he sported a colorful patchwork outfit that seemed to change colors as he moved. His face was hidden behind a painted mask, which only added to the air of mystery surrounding him.

"I see we have a curious visitor," the jester spoke in a melodious voice, his words accompanied by a mischievous chuckle.

Emma took a step forward, her heart pounding with a mix of excitement and nervousness. "You're the jester everyone's been talking about, aren't you?"

The jester nodded, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Indeed, I am. And you must be the clever detective who's been snooping around, following my delicious breadcrumbs."

Emma raised an eyebrow, intrigued by his theatrical demeanor. "Why are you stealing the blueberry swirl cupcakes?"

The jester's lips curled into a playful grin. "Ah, you see, my dear detective, I'm not stealing them to eat them. I'm stealing them to spread joy and laughter throughout Willowbrook!"

Emma was taken aback by the unexpected response. "What do you mean?"

The jester twirled a juggling pin skillfully, a glint of excitement in his eyes. "I noticed that whenever Mr. Felix bakes a batch of those cupcakes, people around town become happier and kinder. I wanted to bring that joy to even more people!"

Emma couldn't help but smile at the jester's peculiar reasoning. "So, you've been giving away the cupcakes to spread happiness?"

"Exactly!" the jester exclaimed, tossing a cupcake into the air and catching it effortlessly. "But I wanted to do it in a fun and mysterious way. After all, what's a jester without a bit of mischief?"

"You've certainly succeeded in that!" Emma chuckled, appreciating the jester's unique approach to spreading joy.

"But here's the thing," the jester continued, his tone turning serious. "I didn't want anyone to know it was me. I wanted to remain a mystery, like a hidden guardian of laughter."

Emma understood his desire to keep his identity secret. "Well, the town has certainly been buzzing with curiosity and laughter because of your antics."

The jester bowed dramatically, his colorful outfit swirling around him. "I'm glad to hear that my efforts have been well received. But I think it's time for my grand finale."

With a flourish, the jester pulled out a bag of coins, representing the money he earned from his performances. "I've been saving this money to surprise the town with a grand carnival, filled with games, treats, and laughter!"

Emma was touched by the jester's generosity and creativity. "That sounds amazing! But maybe you should let the townspeople know it's you. They would surely appreciate your efforts."

The jester pondered for a moment before nodding thoughtfully. "You may be right. I suppose it's time for the jester to reveal himself."

Together, Emma and the jester walked back to Willowbrook's town square, where a small crowd had gathered, eager to catch a glimpse of the mysterious jester. As the jester took off his mask and revealed his true identity, the crowd erupted into cheers and applause.

Emma's heart swelled with joy, knowing that she had not only solved the mystery but also helped bring happiness and laughter to the town. The jester's carnival turned into a resounding success, with people of all ages enjoying games, treats, and the delightful antics of their newfound jester friend.

And so, Willowbrook's mystery of the missing blueberry swirl cupcakes turned into a heartwarming tale of unexpected friendships, laughter, and the magic of spreading joy. As Emma watched the jester entertain the crowd, she couldn't help but feel grateful for the delightful adventure that had brought her to this sweet and comical conclusion.

The Sweet Suspects

 Chapter Three: The Sweet Suspects

Armed with her evidence and a growing list of clues, Emma decided it was time to interview the most likely suspects in the case of the missing blueberry swirl cupcakes. Her first stop was the local candy shop, "Sugarland Sweets," known for its delectable confections and a slightly eccentric owner named Mr. Wilbur.

As the bell above the candy shop's door jingled, Emma stepped inside. The shop was a paradise of colorful candies, chocolates, and sweet aromas that filled the air.

"Welcome, welcome!" Mr. Wilbur greeted with a broad smile, his bushy white mustache twitching with excitement. "What can I do for you, young detective?"

"I'm investigating the mystery of the missing blueberry swirl cupcakes," Emma replied. "Have you noticed anything unusual lately?"

Mr. Wilbur stroked his mustache thoughtfully. "Well, now that you mention it, there was a fellow who came in here a few days ago, eyes darting around as if he was looking for something."

Emma's heart skipped a beat. "Do you remember what he looked like?"

"He was wearing a big trench coat and a hat pulled low, but what stood out were his mismatched shoes," Mr. Wilbur recalled, raising an eyebrow. "One was brown, and the other was black. Quite an odd sight, I must say."

Mismatched shoes? Emma scribbled the information down in her notepad, intrigued by the peculiar detail. She thanked Mr. Wilbur for his help and continued her investigation.

Her next stop was the local art gallery, "Palette of Dreams," owned by the eccentric artist, Ms. Beatrice. The gallery was filled with mesmerizing paintings and sculptures that seemed to come to life under the artist's skillful hand.

Ms. Beatrice was busy painting when Emma entered the gallery, but she greeted the detective with a warm smile. "Hello, dear. What brings you to my humble little gallery?"

"I'm investigating the case of the missing blueberry swirl cupcakes," Emma explained. "Have you noticed anything unusual around the bakery or the town square lately?"

Ms. Beatrice paused, her brush hovering over the canvas. "Now that you mention it, I did see a peculiar painting in the alley next to the bakery a few days ago. It seemed to appear overnight."

Emma's interest was piqued. "What was the painting of?"

"It depicted a mischievous-looking jester, juggling cupcakes with one hand and holding a bag of coins with the other," Ms. Beatrice replied. "I remember thinking it was an odd subject for a painting, but it vanished the next day."

A jester juggling cupcakes and coins? Emma furrowed her brow, trying to make sense of the bizarre clue. She thanked Ms. Beatrice and continued her quest for answers.

As evening approached, Emma decided to pay a visit to the town's park, a serene place where people gathered to relax and enjoy the outdoors. She noticed a group of kids playing around the fountain and approached them.

"Hey there, detectives!" Emma greeted playfully, knowing that the kids often fancied themselves as junior sleuths. "Have you seen anything unusual in the town square lately?"

One of the kids eagerly spoke up. "Yeah, we saw a guy dressed as a jester hanging around the bakery last night! He was doing funny tricks and making people laugh."

A jester? Emma's mind raced with excitement. "Did you notice anything else about him?"

"He had the goofiest shoes I've ever seen!" another kid chimed in. "One was red, and the other was green!"

Mismatched shoes again! Emma's detective instincts kicked into high gear. The puzzle pieces were starting to come together, but the mystery was far from solved.

With the day's investigations yielding new and intriguing clues, Emma knew she was getting closer to unraveling the deliciously sweet enigma of the missing blueberry swirl cupcakes. As she walked home, she couldn't help but wonder what other comic twists and turns awaited her in the next chapter of this delectable mystery.

The Curious Clues

 Chapter Two: The Curious Clues

Emma couldn't resist the thrill of a new mystery. With her vanilla cupcake in hand and her detective senses tingling, she set out to gather clues about the missing blueberry swirl cupcakes. The first stop on her investigation was the town square, where she hoped to find witnesses or potential suspects.

As she approached the square, Emma noticed a peculiar sight—a group of pigeons huddled together near the bakery's entrance. They were cooing and pecking at something on the ground. Curiosity piqued, she hastened her steps.

"Hello, little birdies! What have you got there?" she asked, kneeling down to get a closer look.

To her astonishment, the pigeons were fighting over a small, half-eaten blueberry swirl cupcake crumb! It seemed that the elusive cupcakes had indeed piqued the interest of these feathery detectives.

Chuckling to herself, Emma took a closer look at the crumb. It had frosting on one side and was definitely from one of Mr. Felix's cupcakes. She carefully placed the crumb in an evidence bag she always carried in her pocket, thinking it might prove useful later.

Continuing her investigation, Emma wandered around the square, asking townspeople if they had seen anything suspicious. Each person she spoke to had a different story, some claiming to have witnessed a shadowy figure darting away from the bakery at night, while others insisted that they had heard strange noises coming from the alley beside the bakery.

Feeling like a detective from one of her favorite mystery novels, Emma made her way to the alley and found herself face-to-face with a fluffy, orange tabby cat sitting next to a half-eaten blueberry swirl cupcake.

"You too, huh?" Emma giggled, scratching the cat's ears. "Looks like everyone in Willowbrook loves these cupcakes!"

As she glanced around the alley, she noticed a set of footprints leading away from the bakery. They were a bit muddy, and the imprints were uneven, as if someone was in a hurry. Emma took out her notepad and sketched the footprints, making a note to compare them with the shoes of the townspeople later.

She continued her investigation, talking to shop owners, delivery drivers, and even the town's mailman. Slowly, a pattern began to emerge. It seemed that every time the blueberry swirl cupcakes were baked, they mysteriously vanished by the next morning.

With a growing list of clues and suspects, Emma felt both exhilarated and baffled. She returned to Mr. Felix's bakery with her findings and shared her discoveries with the baker.

Mr. Felix listened intently, a furrow forming on his forehead. "This is indeed strange, Emma. I never thought a simple cupcake could cause such a commotion."

"I'm determined to get to the bottom of this, Mr. Felix," Emma declared with a determined glint in her eye.

Mr. Felix smiled warmly. "I have complete faith in you, my dear. If anyone can solve this deliciously enigmatic mystery, it's you."

And so, armed with crumbs, footprints, and a curious assortment of suspects, Emma delved deeper into the case of the missing blueberry swirl cupcakes. Little did she know that her quest for the truth would lead her to unexpected places, surprising allies, and plenty of comic mishaps along the way.

As the town of Willowbrook buzzed with excitement over Emma's investigation, she couldn't help but feel that this was just the beginning of her most delectably amusing mystery yet. The cupcake caper had turned into a delightful adventure, and she couldn't wait to see what quirky surprises awaited her in the next chapter of her detective journey.

The Curious Case of the Missing Cupcake

 Chapter One: The Curious Case of the Missing Cupcake

In the charming little town of Willowbrook, nestled amidst rolling hills and blooming flowers, lived a rather unusual individual named Emma Evans. Emma was an amateur detective with a penchant for stumbling upon mysteries wherever she went. She had a knack for noticing the tiniest details that others often overlooked.

On a bright and sunny morning, Emma was strolling through the town square, savoring the delightful aroma of freshly baked goods wafting from the local bakery, "Sweet Delights." The bakery was renowned for its delectable cupcakes, and Emma couldn't resist the temptation to indulge in one.

As she entered the bakery, her eyes fell upon a mouthwatering display of cupcakes of every flavor imaginable. Emma's heart was set on the renowned blueberry swirl cupcake, but to her dismay, the last one had already been sold.

"Just my luck," she sighed, feeling a hint of disappointment.

Behind the counter stood the bubbly and charismatic baker, Mr. Felix. His round face and perpetual smile added to the bakery's inviting atmosphere.

Emma approached the counter, her eyes still fixed on the empty cupcake tray. "Hi, Mr. Felix! I suppose you're all out of blueberry swirl cupcakes?"

Mr. Felix shook his head, his smile never faltering. "I'm afraid so, Emma. Those cupcakes are quite popular. But don't you worry, I'll have more ready tomorrow!"

Emma sighed, her sweet tooth longing for that specific cupcake. "Well, I suppose I'll have to settle for a vanilla one then."

As Mr. Felix handed her a vanilla cupcake, he leaned in with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "You know, Emma, there's something rather mysterious about those blueberry swirl cupcakes. Ever since we started selling them, strange things have been happening around here."

Emma's curiosity was instantly piqued. "Strange things? Like what?"

Mr. Felix leaned closer, as if about to reveal a grand secret. "Every time we bake a batch of blueberry swirl cupcakes, one of them goes missing, just like today. It's as if someone can't resist stealing one!"

Emma's eyes widened in excitement. A real mystery had just presented itself, and she couldn't resist the allure of investigating it.

"I'll take the case, Mr. Felix!" she declared dramatically, holding her vanilla cupcake like a magnifying glass.

Mr. Felix chuckled, entertained by her enthusiasm. "You're quite the detective, Emma. If anyone can solve this cupcake caper, it's you!"

With her first mystery in hand, Emma vowed to uncover the truth behind the missing blueberry swirl cupcakes. Little did she know that this seemingly lighthearted case would lead her on a hilariously twisty path, revealing unexpected secrets and making her question everything she thought she knew about cupcakes and the town of Willowbrook.

And so, with her trusty cupcake in hand and a grin on her face, Emma embarked on her delightful, laughter-filled quest for the missing cupcake, determined to solve the most deliciously comedic mystery of her life.

The Quest of the Clumsy Gamer

    In the virtual realm of the "Gameverse," there lived a young gamer named Max. Max was passionate about video games and had dreams of becoming a legendary gamer, but there was just one tiny problem—he was terrible at gaming.

    No matter how hard he tried, Max couldn't seem to win a single match. Whether it was battling dragons in fantasy RPGs or racing cars in high-speed simulations, disaster always seemed to follow him. His characters would stumble over their own feet, crash into walls, and often get defeated within the first few minutes of the game.

    Despite the constant failures, Max never gave up. He practiced diligently, pouring hours into honing his skills. His friends couldn't help but chuckle as they watched him fumble through game after game, but they admired his determination.

    One day, Max stumbled upon a mysterious old gaming console hidden in the attic. The console was said to possess the power of legendary gaming skills, capable of turning even the most inept player into a gaming prodigy. Max's eyes gleamed with excitement as he plugged in the console and pressed start.

    To his surprise, the screen filled with swirling lights and vibrant colors, and a booming voice announced, "Welcome, brave gamer! I am the Gaming Guru, here to grant you unparalleled skills in the world of gaming."

    Max couldn't believe his luck. With the help of the Gaming Guru, he was finally going to become the gaming legend he had always dreamed of being. The first game Max chose was an intense space shooter. As the game started, his character maneuvered effortlessly, dodging enemy fire with grace and precision. He destroyed enemies left and right, earning high scores with ease.

    "Wow, this is amazing!" Max exclaimed, a grin spreading across his face.

    But as he grew confident, his clumsiness returned. His character crashed into a space station, and the ship exploded in a spectacular display. Max could almost hear the Gaming Guru facepalming.

    Determined not to give up, Max tried a racing game next. At first, he was a natural, leading the pack with incredible speed. Cheers erupted from his friends watching nearby. But as the finish line approached, Max accidentally hit the wrong button, causing his car to flip and crash, turning victory into defeat.

    His friends burst into laughter, and Max joined in, recognizing the humor in his own misfortune. He had come to realize that the joy of gaming wasn't solely about winning but about the moments of hilarity and camaraderie shared with friends.

    Embracing his newfound outlook, Max continued to play and fail spectacularly at various games. His bloopers and mishaps became the stuff of legend among his gaming circle. They even started recording and sharing his gaming adventures online, and soon, Max became a viral sensation.

    Max's fame grew, not as a gaming prodigy, but as the most endearing and hilarious gamer in the Gameverse. He embraced his title as the "Clumsy Gamer," delighting audiences with his cheerful spirit and genuine passion for gaming, despite his lack of skill.

    In the end, Max's journey taught him that it wasn't about being the best player, but about having fun and making lasting memories with friends. And so, with a controller in hand and a smile on his face, the Clumsy Gamer continued his gaming adventures, proving that sometimes, the greatest victories are found in the joy of playing.

The Whispering Shadows

     In the remote countryside, there stood an old, dilapidated mansion known as Blackthorn Manor. The locals believed it to be cursed, and none dared to approach it after nightfall. The mansion was said to be haunted by a malevolent force that preyed on the living, its chilling presence casting a perpetual shadow over the surrounding landscape.

    One gloomy evening, a young woman named Emily, fascinated by ghost stories and mysteries, couldn't resist the allure of the infamous Blackthorn Manor. Ignoring the warnings of the townspeople, she embarked on a daring expedition to uncover the truth behind the cursed mansion.

    As Emily ventured deeper into the decrepit estate, the air grew colder, and an eerie silence enveloped her. She heard faint whispers that seemed to emanate from the very walls of the mansion. The shadows danced along the walls, taking unnatural forms that seemed to follow her every move.

    Despite her growing unease, Emily pressed on, determined to discover the mansion's secrets. In the dim light, she stumbled upon an ancient diary, its pages yellowed and faded. The diary belonged to a long-forgotten resident of the manor, revealing a tragic tale of a family plagued by dark rituals and forbidden knowledge.

    As Emily read the disturbing accounts, the whispers around her intensified, morphing into haunting cries and deranged laughter. The shadows seemed to encircle her, their malevolent presence growing more menacing by the second.

    Suddenly, a cold hand gripped Emily's shoulder, sending shivers down her spine. She turned, but there was no one there. Fear gripped her heart as she realized that the spirits of the past were not pleased with her intrusion.

    In a desperate attempt to escape, Emily raced through the hallways, her footsteps echoing through the empty corridors. Yet, the mansion seemed to twist and turn, confusing her sense of direction. Doors slammed shut on their own, blocking her path, and the walls seemed to close in, trapping her inside a maze of terror.

    The diary's words echoed in her mind as she struggled to find an exit. Emily understood that the mansion craved new victims to torment, and she had foolishly fallen into its trap. Her heart pounded, and every breath felt like icy needles piercing her lungs.

    Just when it seemed like all hope was lost, Emily glimpsed a faint, flickering light at the end of a long hallway. Ignoring the shadows that clawed at her, she sprinted towards it, her body and mind on the verge of collapse.

    As she reached the light, a sudden calmness washed over her. The whispers and shadows dissipated, leaving her surrounded by a soft glow. In front of her stood the ghostly apparition of a young girl, the last victim of the mansion's malevolence.

    The ghostly girl reached out a hand, and Emily instinctively took it. The girl's mournful gaze conveyed a message of both sadness and gratitude. Emily understood that the girl was trapped in the mansion, unable to move on until someone else bore the burden of its curse.

    With newfound determination, Emily accepted her fate. She vowed to stay and protect the restless souls trapped within the cursed mansion, sacrificing her own freedom to break the cycle of malevolence.

    And so, Emily became a part of Blackthorn Manor's tragic history, forever haunted by the shadows and whispers, yet finding purpose in her eternal role as the guardian of lost souls. As night fell, the mansion would come alive with its chilling secrets, and the locals would continue to steer clear of the cursed place, unaware of the brave soul who willingly embraced its darkness.

The Haunted Hilarity

    In the small town of Ravenwood, rumors swirled about an old abandoned mansion at the edge of the woods. Locals claimed it was haunted by the ghost of a vengeful spirit named Mr. Grumpybones. The legend said that whoever dared to enter the mansion would be cursed with bad luck for the rest of their days.

    Amidst the tales of terror, there lived a quirky psychic named Madame Zelda. She had a reputation for being eccentric and claimed to have a direct line to the spirit world. Despite her bizarre antics, the townsfolk often sought her out for guidance.

    One day, a group of adventurous friends decided to test the legend and explore the haunted mansion. They recruited Madame Zelda, hoping her psychic abilities would help them communicate with any resident spirits.

    The group gathered at the mansion's creaky front gate. Moonlight filtered through the trees, casting eerie shadows on the old building's fa├žade. Madame Zelda, dressed in her colorful robes, waved her hands dramatically, pretending to sense an otherworldly presence.

    "My friends, prepare yourselves for a spooky adventure!" Madame Zelda announced with an ominous tone, trying to maintain her composure.

    As they entered the mansion, floorboards groaned beneath their feet. The air felt heavy, and the friends couldn't help but shiver in anticipation. Suddenly, a gust of wind slammed a nearby door shut, causing them all to jump. They exchanged nervous glances before bursting into laughter at their own fear.

    "Madame Zelda, are you sure you can handle this?" one of the friends teased.

    "Of course, my dear! I have faced spirits far scarier than Mr. Grumpybones," she replied, trying to sound brave.

    In the heart of the mansion, they gathered in a circle. Madame Zelda lit a collection of colorful candles and chanted mystical phrases to summon the ghost. Her theatrics amused the group, who barely managed to keep straight faces.

    Just as they were about to give up and call it a night, the room grew icy cold. A soft, eerie whisper filled the air, sending shivers down their spines. The friends exchanged wide-eyed glances, while Madame Zelda's eyes went wide with genuine surprise.

    "I-I wasn't expecting that," she stammered, her facade of confidence crumbling.

    The ghostly figure of Mr. Grumpybones appeared before them, floating with a scowl etched on his spectral face. The friends' fear turned to laughter when they noticed his comically exaggerated expressions.

    "I have come to seek vengeance!" the ghost boomed in a voice that was more funny than frightening.

    Madame Zelda, attempting to regain her composure, asked, "Mr. Grumpybones, what is it that you seek?"

    "I seek the eternal silence of this house's residents," the ghost replied, trying to sound menacing but only eliciting more laughter from the group.

    "Wait, do you mean you want peace?" one friend asked, suppressing giggles.

    The ghost seemed confused for a moment, then nodded with an exaggerated sigh. "Yes, peace! That's what I meant!"

    The friends and Madame Zelda burst into laughter, much to Mr. Grumpybones' annoyance. The laughter filled the mansion, and something magical happened—the curse of bad luck that had plagued the town for generations was lifted.

    From that day forward, Ravenwood became a place of joy and laughter. The legend of Mr. Grumpybones turned into a beloved tale, and Madame Zelda's reputation as an eccentric psychic with a heart of gold grew even more.

    And so, the haunted mansion that once inspired terror became a place of laughter and friendship, thanks to the unlikely collaboration between a ghost with a funny side and a psychic with an infectious quirkiness.

The Enchanted Locket

    Once upon a time, in a quaint little village nestled amidst lush green hills, there lived a young girl named Amelia. Amelia was known for her curiosity and adventurous spirit. One day, while exploring the woods near her home, she stumbled upon a mysterious locket hanging from a tree branch. The locket was made of silver, adorned with delicate engravings of swirling vines and tiny gemstones that sparkled like stars.

    Intrigued by the locket's enchanting beauty, Amelia decided to wear it around her neck. Little did she know that this locket held a magical secret. As soon as she put it on, a soft glow emanated from the gemstones, and a soft voice whispered in her ear, "Amelia, I am the Guardian Locket. I possess the power to grant your deepest desires, but beware, for every wish has consequences."

    Amelia's heart skipped a beat with excitement, and she couldn't resist testing the locket's power. She wished for a basket full of ripe, juicy strawberries. In an instant, the basket appeared before her, filled with the most delicious strawberries she had ever tasted.

    Over the next few days, Amelia indulged in simple wishes: a new dress, a beautiful painting, and a playful puppy. But with each wish, she noticed small changes happening around her. The once-flourishing flowers in the village started to wither, and the cheerful laughter of children was replaced by silence. It became apparent that the locket's magic was causing unintended consequences.

    Alarmed by the changes, Amelia decided to use her last wish to restore the village's happiness. She wished for joy and prosperity to return to her home. The locket shimmered, and a warm, golden light spread across the village. Soon, the flowers bloomed again, and the children's laughter echoed through the streets.

    Yet, Amelia couldn't shake the feeling of guilt. She had learned a valuable lesson: that her desires should not come at the cost of others' happiness. Determined to set things right, she sought out the village elder, a wise woman named Elara, to seek advice.

    Elara listened attentively to Amelia's tale and smiled knowingly. She explained that the locket's magic was fueled by the balance of wishes. For every wish granted, an equal and opposite reaction occurred elsewhere, affecting the world's harmony.

    "Dear Amelia," Elara said kindly, "You have discovered the true nature of magic. It is a force that should be handled with wisdom and compassion. Now that you understand the consequences, it is up to you to use the locket's power responsibly."

    Amelia nodded, realizing the weight of her actions. From that day on, she became the guardian of the locket, using its magic only in times of great need and always considering the potential consequences.

    As years passed, Amelia grew into a wise and caring woman, beloved by her village. She shared her knowledge of the locket with the villagers, teaching them to be mindful of their desires and the impact their actions might have on others. The village thrived, and harmony prevailed.

    And so, the tale of Amelia and the Enchanted Locket spread far and wide, reminding people that true magic lies not in granting wishes but in the selfless and responsible use of power, for the betterment of all.

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