Author's Note: Hey guys! I feel like it's been forever but I thought I'd post this before Final Exams snagged me in their deadly clutches lol! Anyways, I hope you enjoy this chapter! And be prepared for next chap, cause that's when the Mintaka comes in!

Disclaimer: I do not own "Dark Horse" by Katy Perry, "Rockets" by Ella Henderson, nor do I own Lucky Star or any of its characters.

Remember guys, listen to the songs while reading! It helps enhance the experience! 3

Chapter 5

"The hell are we waiting for? Come on!" Karen yelled before dashing into the studio. Unlike the hyper red head, Minami heaved a sigh and followed her friend inside, already regretting her decision to bring her. The mint-haired girl could only watch as Karen popped her head into each door, yelling at the occupants and asking if their class was a hip hop one. Most of them answered with scared shakes of their heads while a few bellowed an equally as cheeky "No", apparently finding her intrusions refreshing.

Minami knew she should calm Karen down but—let's be honest—her chances of doing so were slim to none. Once the mixed-race girl had her sights set on something, only a hurricane could stop her.

However, Minami began to have second thoughts as she got closer to Suda's room. She raised a hand, attempting to grab Karen's attention.

"Karen-San, hold on!" she said. Unfortunately, her plea fell on deaf ears and Karen gripped the knob, her lungs ballooning with air as she prepared to crash another session.

In the span of three seconds, Minami's inner action-star was roused from slumber. Sensing intense desperation in the air, it ordered the muscles in her legs to pump faster, clearing the distance between her and Karen instantly, duck under the cherry-blonde's extended arm, and spin around. As a result, the mint-haired girl was caught between a gaping Karen and the door, staring at her with wide eyes.

"Uh…" Karen said in surprise. "Call me crazy, Mini, but I think you just turned into a power ranger."

Minami gently pushed Karen away, forcing the girl to lose her grip on the knob. "Look, Karen-San, there're a few things you should know before you just burst in there—"

"I promise to do it gently though!"

"What? No, no, just listen to me." Minami rubbed her arm and avoided eye contact. "I…well, this is my very first session with them. I don't want to cause an uproar."

Karen quirked an eyebrow. "First session? You mean you've never even danced with them before? How the hell are you in the class then? Clarity! I need clarity, woman—"

"Alright, alright," Minami interrupted in exasperation. Honestly, Karen could be a handful at times but the mint-haired girl collected her patience and said, "At the end of my last ballet lesson, a hip hop instructor came into the studio. His class had the room reserved after me but he said he came early and asked me to dance with him. I-I'm not sure how it happened but the next thing I know we're dancing together and having fun and—"

"My Kami, this is like straight out of Dirty Dancing."

"…I'm going to act like you didn't say that," Minami said with a tired sigh. "The point is, he was supposedly impressed by my dancing and invited me to join his class."

"Hmm," Karen hummed, her facial expression unreadable. Her chin had tilted up a bit as she stared down Minami through her thick lashes.

A momentary pause.

Click.

"I still wanna start shit," Karen said as she opened the door.

Horror filled Minami. However, before either girls could do a single thing, a heavy bass pounded against their eardrums and sent their bones rattling. They cupped their ears and didn't drop them until their sights landed on the class.

In that moment, the throbbing in their ears were forgotten. Only awe could be seen on their faces. Minami instantly recognized the song—Katy Perry's Dark Horse, a single that she recently discovered. The bass was fantastic and never failed to jolt energy from the base of her diaphragm, begging her to dance and hit every beat.

A group of teenagers, three males and two females, were dancing together in perfect sync while Suda paced in front of them, watching their every move like a hawk.

I knew you were
You were gonna come to me
And here you are
But you better choose carefully
'Cause I'm capable of anything
Of anything and everything

"Convince me!" the instructor yelled over the music. "Don't just show me that power! Make me feel it! Show some ferocity!"

Each student gave hard nods in the middle of their dancing, determination practically permeating from their bodies.

In the front was one of the guys—Minami took note of his sharp, precise, yet aggressive dance moves. His shoulders and chest popped heavily, so much so that it gave more weight than what the beat had. His presence demanded power and attention but, at second glance, there was something humble about him. The power rang with wisdom trapped in a hard shell.

Make me your Aphrodite
Make me your one and only
But don't make me your enemy, your enemy, your enemy

In the second row, another guy was paired with his fellow female dancer. His tall, lanky form didn't hit the beats as hard but his smooth transitions and intricate locking more than made up for it. He had far more stylistic freedom than the leading dancer and his body appeared to lack bones—he was literally a mass of flesh without limitations.

His partner, a beautiful and curvaceous teen with wide ringlets of brunette hair tied into a sloppy bun, accented her every move with swaying hips and saucy body rolls. However, Minami didn't sense any flirtatiousness in her dancing—in fact, she seemed as humble as the leader, perhaps even more so. No matter how fast they danced, her expression remained serene; the self-love and confidence she had in herself was astounding.

The chorus dropped in, bringing with it a significant increase in tempo and bass.

So you wanna play with magic
Boy, you should know what'cha falling for
Baby do you dare to do this
Cause I'm coming at'cha like a dark horse

Suda began to bounce in beat and stand next to the leading dancer, apparently getting ready to join them. Clapping, he shouted, "Pick it up! 5! 6! 7! 8!"

Are you ready for, ready for
A perfect storm, perfect storm
Cause once you're mine, once you're mine
There's no going back

The song suddenly dipped into a much slower, haunting, yet playful beat. Suda and his students crouched and sauntered forward two steps, then two steps back. They repeated this move, switching between looking from left to right and beckoning an invisible audience over with waves of their fingers. The saucy dancer from earlier snuck in a wink and a slow shimmy of her hips for added effect.

Jaws still glued to the floor, Minami weakly tugged Karen along and seated themselves on a bench at the west end of the room. Without tearing her eyes from the dancers, Karen held Minami's shoulder in a death grip and whispered, "Mini…do you see that sexy piece of sex on legs in the back?"

The absolute ridiculousness of her statement was enough to snap Minami out of her daze. "What?" she said.

"The one in the black tank top with the yummy bod! How can you not see him?!" Karen said in shock. Minami narrowed her gaze, zoning in on the dancer she was talking about. Since the last row of dancers only had one guy and one girl again, she could safely assume Karen was referring to the guy.

Mark my words
This love will make you levitate
Like a bird
Like a bird without a cage
But down to earth
If you choose to walk away, don't walk away

Although Minami would never say it out loud, Karen had a point. His arms and torso were extremely chiseled and the tightness of his top brought attention to the lining of his abs. Despite the accuracy behind his moves, there was an overwhelming wildness about him. He threw far more of himself into the chest pops, stomped on the floor roughly, and flashed a grin so fiery that Karen feared she would melt. The sweat cascading down his dark skin glimmered; Karen studied those droplets, watching as they reflected fluorescent light off the curvature of his upper pectorals.

Karen slumped into Minami's side.

"Mini, it's official. I'm in love."

However, Minami did not respond—she didn't register the statement, in fact. She was busy analyzing the last dancer, who seemed to match the African-American's speed effortlessly. If she danced without music, even her footsteps wouldn't make a sound; she appeared to move like a fairy, stepping on blocks of air before her toes can touch the floor.

That's where the personality ended.

Other than the ethereal dancing, her body said nothing. She moved robotically and copied Suda's dancing in a way that reduced the passion to a withering flame. Her sky-blue eyes and pixy blonde mane lacked a natural shine; she truly seemed to be enduring the motions of life without a goal in mind.

The sight depressed Minami.

She continued to watch the soulless dancer, wondering how a human being could perform something so invigorating without cracking a smile. She became so engrossed in her thoughts, that the end of the song came around far quicker than she expected.

So you wanna play with magic
Boy, you should know what'cha falling for
Baby do you dare to do this
Cause I'm coming at'cha like a dark horse
Are you ready for, ready for
A perfect storm, perfect storm
Cause once you're mine, once you're mine
There's no going back

Suda immediately spun around to face his students and hooted, "Wooh! Yeah! Look at my dance babies go!" He threw his arms out, his smile wide and infectious. "Bring it in! Bring it in! Show uncle Suds some love!"

There was a pause.

His students shook their heads and laughed, refusing to hug the sweaty eccentric man. However, as they passed him to leave the room for a fifteen-minute break, they patted his shoulder affectionately. The leading dancer from before gave a brotherly punch to his chest, which earned him a pout.

Bouncing back from the pseudo-rejection, Suda finally turned around to head towards the bench and felt his eyes widen in glee when they locked onto Minami and Karen.

"Minami-San! You're here! By Kami I knew you would come! I just knew it! Guys! Guys!" Suda was now beckoning his students like a madman high on sugar. Minami waved her hands, panicking from the sudden spotlight he was throwing on her. To her great misfortune, he didn't notice and continued, "Come over here and meet a friend!"

The group of dancers, who had relocated to the other side of the room and were chatting amongst each other, rolled their eyes. Nonetheless, their curiosity was tangible. Indeed, Suda was always hyperactive but to react this way because of some random mint-haired girl was unusual. Thus, they shuffled over, casual but attentive, and waited for Suda to give them an explanation.

Without preamble, Suda threw his arms out towards Minami as if he was a TV host presenting a million-dollar prize and said, "Say hello to our newest member, Minami-San! Give her a warm welcome!"

A long string of silence…

Minami gulped. Each of the members looked at her as if she was a fly on the wall—irrelevant, useless, and incompetent. Technically, three out of five of them gave off that impression; the curvy teen gazed upon Minami with worry while nibbling on her lip. She seemed to be waging war within herself.

On the other hand, the African-American dancer didn't pay Minami a single glance.

When he spoke, Karen could've sworn the slick gravel of his voice annihilated her then and there. "What about her friend, Suds? I mean, damn," he scanned Karen up and down appreciatively, "won't hurt to add one more, ya know?"

Karen's tongue tied into a knot—which she then proceeded to choke on. Blood thrumming in her veins, she scraped up as much confidence as she could (which, for the first time ever, was difficult) and stuttered, "I-I don't dance but um, I'm sure you can show me."

The dark-skinned teen's smile stretched as he dared to take a few steps closer. He was now within her space and staring down into her wide eyes, counting the freckles on her face as if they were stars in the sky. His next words rumbled in his chest. "Don't tempt me with a good time..."

Karen's eyes darkened just as much as his did.

"Sam, cool it," the boneless, lanky dancer chided. "You met the girl two minutes ago and already trying to get into her panties." He then shook his head and chuckled. "You don't even know her name, man."

"I'm getting to it, Donny," Sam drawled with a good-humored smile. His attention returned to Karen as he stretched out his hand. "What's ya name, gorgeous?"

Without hesitation, Karen held his hand and felt tingles travel down her spine upon contact. The feeling of his callouses rubbing against the softness of her palms was riveting and the gentle firmness behind his grip made her heart leap. Sam's touch was strong, yet protective and warm—everything she had a weakness for.

"Karen," she breathed.

Then, their joined hands lifted and his lips gently met her knuckles; his hazel eyes never left her face, as he wanted to watch every second of her reaction.

And dear Kami was it perfect.

Her mouth pressed together, holding back a goofy giggle, and she inhaled sharply through her nose. Her cheeks became as red as her hair; the freckles upon her face were almost camouflaged by the hue. Finally, she remembered how to breathe and managed to flash a smile she prayed didn't appear too eager.

Sam chuckled, his eyes twinkling—

"Okay, Romeo," the leading dancer said as he stood between the pair, forcing Sam to release Karen. "Pay attention. We got a crisis on our hands…" He stared twin holes through Minami, who squirmed under the malicious intent. His cobalt eyes seemed to have been plucked from a merciless tundra; they silently warned the mint-haired girl to watch her step or else risk facing the consequences.

"Now Kuzu there's no need to be so harsh." This time it was the saucy dancer who had spoken while placing a hand on their leader's shoulder. However, Kuzu didn't budge and his cold eyes continued to bore into Minami.

"I'm not being harsh, Wai. It's called honesty. You know damn well we can't just have amateurs walk up in here thinking they can roll with us." Wai heaved a sigh of defeat and stepped back, hands raised. She knew from experience how stubborn their leader could be; arguing with him only promised headaches and annoyance. The busty dancer directed Minami an apologetic look; she did what she could to lessen Kuzu's verbal thrashing but he seemed extra frigid today.

Kuzu turned to Suda. "What the hell is this, Suds?"

Suda shrugged, unfazed by the young man's anger. He was obviously used to his temper by now. "Why so serious, Kuzu? Minami-San here's got some serious talent. I saw it with my own eyes. You're not gonna give her a chance?"

Kuzu scrutinized Minami, who straightened her posture in response. She refused to cower before him, no matter how intimidating he seemed. If Suda could stand up to him, so could she.

Kuzu scoffed. "What? Her? Man, look at her. Looks like I could snap her like a twig. All pale and skinny. She looks like one of those spoiled rich kids. Hey, little girl, your parents probably buy you anything you want right—"

"Kuzu, no need to harass her man," Donny said. There was a relaxed cock of the hips in his stance but his voice became stern. He sauntered up to Kuzu with a lazy sway, his head tilting in a challenging manner. Words barely above a whisper, he said, "Just take five, bro…Just take five."

Kuzu's jaw tightened and his hands balled into fists. For a moment, Minami thought he was about to throw a punch and her muscles went taught at the thought. However, the leader only huffed, draped a towel over his shoulder, and stormed off. He wised up to Donny's offer and took five minutes of solitude. The soulless blonde followed without a single word, her arm reaching out to cradle his own comfortingly. They were a couple—fitting.

Minami released a breath she didn't know she was holding.

Suda watched his best dancers leave, an innocent pout on his face. He then smiled at Minami, hoping to assuage any doubts the altercation created. "Don't worry about him, young grasshopper," he said. "Kuzu just gets a little touchy about new people. You're still more than welcome to join in on the next song or whenever you like!"

Minami knew that her demeanor was pitiful. Although Suda assured her that she was welcome, the dancers seemed to have differing opinions. 'It's no one's fault but my own. I should've known this would happen.'

She didn't belong in the world of hip hop—it was absurd.

Cracking a sad smile, she sat back down and said, "I didn't really come to dance, Suda-San. I'm just…here to watch." It almost broke her heart at how quickly Suda deflated. His broad physique slumped, his stormy eyes dimmed, and his toothy smile receded to a lop-sided grin.

Dear Kami, Minami felt like she kicked a puppy.

"Oh…" he uttered, "well, that's fine! Can't expect you to rush into this, ya know? I completely understand, young grasshopper! And also," he winked cheekily, "call me Suds. We're all friends here." He was looking at Minami when he said that last statement but it was clearly directed at his students. They shifted a bit but refused to say anything. The rest of their fifteen-minute break went by rather quickly, as none of the dancers paid Minami any attention. Wai and Donny migrated to the other side of the studio, chatting quietly while trading glances between a sour Kuzu and downtrodden Minami. Karen and Sam had isolated themselves in a corner, not leaving much space between them. Their faces were tantalizingly close, whispering Kami-knows-what with giddy smiles splitting their cheeks. Every now and then, Minami caught Sam playing with Karen's fingers, stroking them in the most casual yet affectionate manner she had ever seen.

Once the break was over, they were back on the floor, rolling their shoulders, stretching their legs, and stealing a few more sips of water. Karen reseated herself beside Minami—well, more like she dramatically swooned onto the bench, as she was still riding on a crush adrenaline high. The sigh that followed left no doubt in Minami's mind that Karen was absolutely smitten with Sam.

Minami expected Suda to bound onto the floor and announce their next song. However, she was surprised to the see the instructor stomp forward, his frame suddenly more muscular and intimidating than she remembered, and his eyes swirling like a hurricane. The scowl upon his face tossed everyone in the studio through a loop, especially his students.

"You know what," Suda said, "this is getting ridiculous. You guys wanna act like a bunch of rotten kids? Huh? You a bunch of playground bullies now, stealing candy like little shits and looking all proud about it?" Minami saw Wai hold back a gasp—apparently, Suda cursing was a rarity.

Karen leaned over and whispered, "Whoa, is he bipolar or something?" Minami shrugged, just as confused as her friend.

The students were so overcome with shock, that none of them had a response. Unfortunately, the silence intensified Suda's anger. He spun around to snatch his IPod off the stereo and yelled, "That's it! Everyone! Out! We're done today!" With how quickly Wai and Donny stumbled back, one could've sworn their teacher had struck them. Suda pointed at them, his finger trembling with barely suppressed rage. "Next time we're in here, I wanna see better out of you! This studio is all about diversity and acceptance and dance! I'm disappointed in all of you—fucking disappointed! Out! Get out now!"

His students didn't need to hear him twice. Some of them literally sprinted out of the studio; Kuzu and the mysterious blonde didn't run but they didn't take their time to leave either. He followed behind the group, the anger rolling off him like waves.

The next thing Minami and Karen knew, they were alone.

They exchanged looks, silently asking the same question: "What the hell just happened?"

"Damn," Karen sighed, "they left already? I wanted to talk with them some more…"

Heaving a sigh of her own, Minami stood up and began gathering her things, depressed at the unexpected turn of events. "You mean you wanted to talk with Sam more," the mint-haired girl countered. Her expression was tired but the amusement could be heard in her voice.

Pink tinted Karen's cheeks. "You're not wrong…" she admitted.

"I figured I wasn't."

Karen's suddenly shot to her feet, a rather annoyed pout on her freckled face. "Now the hell up! I never got to see you bust a move, Mini!"

Minami shrunk into herself and avoided eye contact, feeling shyness bubble up within. Her response was a mumble. "It's not that big of a deal—"

"Lies. I still wanna see. Come on, Mini! Show me some hip hop moves!"

Karen then resorted to continuously poking Minami in the shoulder and repeated mischievously, "Do it. Do it. Do it. Do it. Do it! Do it! DO IT—"

"Please stop!" Minami blurted, her left eye twitching a bit. Karen obeyed and clasped her hands behind her back, fluttering eyelashes and flashing an innocent smile.

In Minami's eyes, that was Karen's "shit-eating grin". Running a hand down her pale face, she conceded and rushed out, "Fine but only for one song. Got it?"

"Got it!" Karen said.

Minami pinched her mouth, blocking her next words—playing verbal war with Karen was pointless, as the girl's mouth had stamina beyond the average human being. Instead, the mint-haired girl searched through her bag, retrieved her IPod, and hooked it up to the stereo. She scrolled through her "Favorites" playlist until a song caught her fancy. She bit her lip, worried for a moment; this song was indeed one of her absolute favorites but she had a hunch Karen would have a field day teasing her about it afterwards.

Was it worth Karen's teasing?

…

Yes—considering she constantly teased Minami already. Things wouldn't be any different. With that in mind, Minami clicked play and slowly walked to the center of the floor. The song opened up gently with the artist's vocals, whose singing sounded unique yet eloquent as it slightly echoed over a simple chime.

Oh, nobody knows but you
How to make me come alive

She casted a nervous glance at Karen and felt herself gulp at the stunned realization crossing the strawberry-blonde's face. It seemed that she definitely heard this song before, especially when her surprise morphed into disbelief…and then into the "shit-eating grin". Rockets by Ella Henderson—Karen never would've thought Minami knew of the English singer.

And no, my heart explodes
Kaboom, like rockets in the sky

Minami wouldn't hear the end of it now.

And then the beat picked up—it was lighter and more upbeat with a hop-hop vibe. The best way to describe the sound was fun and rhythmic. Running on instinct, Minami's body lightly bounced on beat, feeling that undeniable thrill blossom in her gut.

Wooh, yeah, ooh
Are you some kind of mind reader
'Cause you know all the things you say
You brighten up my darkest days, days yeah

If Suda's gape from last time had been catching flies, then Karen's own was catching seagulls. The mixed teen watched as Minami—shy, quiet, timid, polite, and stiff Minami—slid into moves and footwork that screamed of confidence and…dare she said it…swag.

"Swag…" she breathed unconsciously.

There, she said it—sue her.

I'm not afraid to say that I need you
And I know it sounds insane
But boy I never felt this way, way yeah

At first glance, one would think that Minami's somewhat slow movements would appear awkward but they melded perfectly with the song's rhythm while also telling the story in her subtle moves.

3, 2, 1 Look where we are

She had popped and locked along her arm in tandem with "3, 2, 1" before tossing the imaginary move into the air and hopping back from where it landed upon "where we are", her right foot crossing behind her left leg for style.

Got me launching to the stars
Oh, let's go

Karen's awe tripled once the chorus finally came in.

And no, nobody knows but you
How to make me come alive
And no, my heart explodes
Kaboom, like rockets in the sky

Just like the song, Minami's dancing shifted into something with far more energy and cockiness. A smile managed to fight its way onto her features and Karen couldn't help but grin as well. She tapped her foot as the mint-haired girl's infectious dancing continued.

Hit me like a crash of thunder
Yeah you knock me off my feet
Promise that you'll never leave, leave, yeah
And this must be a spell I'm under
'Cause if I'm dreaming let me sleep
'Cause I don't ever want to break free, no

At some point in the song, Minami peeked at Karen with a momentary pinch of her eyebrows—she was obviously worried about her friend's reaction. However, the concern subsided once she gathered an eyeful of the strawberry-blonde jamming along with her; her moves were nowhere near as complex as Minami's but she had a good sense of rhythm and followed the song just fine. She wore a wide smile of pride and abandonment.

3, 2, 1 Look where we are
Got me launching to the stars
Woah, let's go

And no, nobody knows but you
How to make me come alive
And no, my heart explodes
Kaboom, like rockets in the sky

It took Minami a moment to realize that the pride was directed at her. When she did, she could've sworn a massive weight had been lifted off her shoulders. She suddenly stopped dancing and approached Karen, who was far too absorbed in the song to notice. That changed once Minami began to drag her onto the floor; Karen's protests were easy to ignore since it was muffled by the music.

"What're ya doing, Mini?!" Karen shouted. Her pout soured when Minami had let her go, the pair of friends now in the center of the studio, and slowly began dancing again.

Like rockets, can't stop us
Our love is hotter than flames
We're shooting over this place, yeah
Like rockets, we progress
And I know we won't ever change
'Cause we're shooting over this place, no

"Think you can keep up?" Minami taunted, her grin just a tiny bit on the "shit-eating" side. Karen didn't immediately react because her brain was struggling to function in that moment; Minami never openly challenged her before, certainly not in a spectacle like dancing.

And no, nobody knows but you (Nobody knows)
How to make me come alive
And no, my heart explodes (My heart explodes)
Kaboom, like rockets in the sky

However, there was no way in hell she would admit to defeat—not to Minami. Karen scoffed playfully. "Child's play!" she said and began dancing with her friend, her expression pinched with determination.

The sight unfolding was comical, to say the least. Minami, as calm and collected as ever, was dancing along with Karen, who appeared to be enduring the effects of a severe constipation. Nonetheless, they were enjoying themselves immensely.

Boy, are you some kind of mind reader
I'm not afraid to say that I need you
No, no, no (Make me come alive)

Besides, nobody was there to see them.

Hit me like a crash of thunder
This must be a spell that I'm under
Ooh, like rockets in the sky
Like rockets in the sky, no, yeah

With the song winding down, Minami tossed her head back to release a low giggle while Karen leaned forward to place her weight on her friend's shoulder, exhausted but satisfied. The pair spent the next few seconds huffing and trying to catch their breath; one of the two was just patiently waiting for her high to pass while the other was conjuring up a list of teasing-material that could last weeks. Just as Karen straightened her posture to toss out a quirky insult, clapping scared them—shitless.

The clapping originated from Suda, who was smiling so widely that the girls feared his face would break. The dance students entered with him, all of them expressing varying levels of admiration. Kuzu and his girlfriend's admiration carried a hefty grudge but they couldn't deny the talent they just witnessed.

"Awesome! What did tell you guys?! Just awesome," Suda gushed.

Minami grew rock still, her jaw literally meeting the floor.

Wai and Donny were applauding as well, a mixture of relief and joy infecting their features; they may not have vocalized it but they truly did feel guilty for not integrating her into the group. Kuzu was their appointed leader and denying him was begging for trouble. Donny had a sway on the grumpy teen but it came and went; his reactions to the lanky dancer's rebellions were unpredictable. Sam was clapping as well but it was entirely directed at Karen, who blushed and bowed over-dramatically.

"Thank you! Thank you! We're be here all week—"

Thump!

…

Minami had fainted, her face a lovely shade of burgundy.

…

"Oh shit," Karen said.

"Um," Suda uttered nervously, "d-do we call somebody or—"

"Naw, don't worry about it. Give her like ten minutes," Karen reassured with a wave of her hand.

On that day, Karen became the "water jockey", in which she was now responsible for keeping the members hydrated. In reality, she was just Sam's personal cheerleader and practice partner.

As for Minami, she officially became Suda's student.

Author's Note: Alrighty then, that's a wrap! Minami has finally met the group and earned a spot with them! Stay tuned for the next chapter! But, until then, if you would please...

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