Meeting your child’s significant other can be nerve-wracking, but for these parents, the first encounters took unexpected and shocking turns. From hidden secrets to surprising revelations, these stories prove that family ties are sometimes tested in the most unbelievable ways.
Every parent hopes their child finds happiness, but what happens when meeting their partner brings more questions than answers? Scroll down to read three stories where things took an unexpected turn the day these parents met their children’s significant others.
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1. My Only Daughter Terrified Me When She Revealed the Rare Habit Her Boyfriend Had
After our Sunday dinner, my daughter Susan brought the last dishes to the sink. She had this look on her face that signaled something important was coming.
“Mom,” she began, “you know I’ve been seeing someone new, right?”
“Yes!” I replied. “What about him?”
Susan rarely shared much about her relationships. At 24, she kept her love life close to her chest, so I was always ready to listen when she did open up.
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“His name’s Jack,” she said. “He’s quirky, and maybe it’s because of the age difference, but he has this strange habit.”
“Oh?” I asked, curious.
“He only eats the top of the muffin! Says it’s the best part,” she giggled.
My hands froze, the plate slipping from my grasp and shattering on the floor. That habit was too familiar.
“Mom! Are you okay?” Susan rushed to clean up the broken pieces.
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“I’m fine, sweetheart,” I said, though my mind was spinning.
The memory of my Jack and his habit of eating just the muffin tops flooded back. Could it really be the same person?
Later that night, I lay in bed, thinking about him.
Jack was the man who had once been the center of my world. We parted ways years ago when life pulled us in different directions. He went abroad to study, while I stayed behind to care for my father.
Eventually, I married Phil and had Susan. However, my marriage with Phil ended in divorce a few years later.
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At that point, Jack was still in my heart.
Could Susan’s Jack be the same Jack? I thought, but I was too afraid to ask my daughter.
Months passed, and every time Susan mentioned Jack, the unease grew. I avoided meeting him because I was too terrified to confront the possibility.
Then came the day Susan called me.
“Mom, Jack proposed!” she exclaimed. “We’re getting married!”
A few minutes later, she sent a photo of her ring, and it was beautiful. But Jack wasn’t in sight.
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As Susan prepared for the wedding, she often asked if she could come to my place with Jack. I came up with a new excuse every time, trying my best to avoid meeting him.
However, as the wedding day approached, I couldn’t avoid meeting him any longer.
I prepared myself for the worst at my daughter’s wedding.
As I stepped inside the venue, my gaze landed on the groom.
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“Thank God,” I whispered to myself.
The man standing next to my daughter wasn’t my Jack. Feeling relaxed, I began talking to the guests.
A few minutes later, I heard a voice behind me.
“Elizabeth?”
I turned, and there he was. My Jack, standing with his son, Susan’s fiancé.
The world seemed to stop as we locked eyes. He looked as stunned as I felt.
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“Susan’s your daughter? I had no idea!” Jack exclaimed.
We spoke briefly during the reception, catching up on the years that had passed. He had lived a life parallel to mine.
He got married, parted ways with his wife, and now had children who meant everything to him.
I felt so happy watching Susan walk down the aisle that day. This was her moment, her future, and the love in her eyes told me everything I needed to know.
Later, as Jack handed me a glass of champagne, he said softly, “I came back for you, but you were gone.”
“I had to leave after my father passed,” I whispered.
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“I’m sorry,” he said, and I knew he meant it.
While dancing with Susan that night, I realized this wasn’t just her new beginning. It was a moment of healing for me too.
Jack and I had come full circle, but this time, it wasn’t about us. It was about my daughter’s happiness and that was all that mattered.
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2. Woman Humiliated Me at a Restaurant, but the Next Day, She Appeared at My Door as My DIL
I’ve always lived simply, saving everything for my son, John. I raised him alone, and now he is a hardworking business owner.
One day, I decided to visit his new restaurant to surprise him. I wore my usual modest clothes and took a bus.
Upon reaching there, I walked in and found a quiet table by the window. The waiter greeted me, and I asked him to bring me a cup of tea.
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As I waited, a young woman dressed in designer clothes approached me with a smug expression.
“Excuse me,” she said condescendingly, “This table is reserved for my boyfriend and me. You’ll have to move.”
I was startled. “Oh, I didn’t realize. There wasn’t a reservation sign.”
“Doesn’t matter. This table is for someone dressed more… appropriately. You wouldn’t want to embarrass yourself.”
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Her words made me angry, but I didn’t want to cause a scene. I quietly gathered my things and left without even meeting John.
I felt extremely humiliated but didn’t tell my son about it because I thought that would spoil our meeting the next day.
Little did I know that things would only get worse.
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The following day, I was preparing lunch at home, eager to meet John’s girlfriend. I was so excited when the doorbell rang, but it immediately faded away when I opened the door.
The same woman who had humiliated me at the restaurant was now standing on my doorstep. She was John’s girlfriend.
Her eyebrows furrowed as she recognized me, but then she just smiled. She pretended like she was meeting me for the first time.
“Mom, meet Sarah,” John said.
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“Hi, Sarah,” I said, forcing a smile. “Please come in.”
As we sat down to eat, John began talking about their plans. Then, he dropped a bombshell.
“Mom, Sarah has a great idea. She wants to buy a café, and we were hoping you could lend us some money to help get it started.”
“A café?” I asked, looking at her with wide eyes. “That’s a lot of money, John.”
Before John could respond, Sarah stood abruptly and excused herself to use the restroom.
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I immediately turned to John once she left. “Are you sure about this? I don’t trust her, John. She treated me poorly yesterday at your restaurant.”
“What are you talking about?” John asked, confused.
Then, I told him everything that happened yesterday.
“Why didn’t you tell me before?”
Before I could say more, Sarah returned and sensed the tension.
“What’s going on?” she asked sweetly.
“Mom says she won’t give us the money,” John replied, clearly upset.
Sarah’s eyes narrowed. “Why not?”
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“I don’t trust you, Sarah,” I said. “You treated me terribly yesterday at the restaurant.”
She feigned innocence at first, but when that didn’t work, her tone changed.
“If your mom doesn’t accept me, our relationship is over,” she spat, turning around to leave.
I thought my son would stay back, but he didn’t. He stood up, held her hand, and left me alone.
At that point, I knew Sarah wasn’t the right woman for John. I felt helpless because I couldn’t do anything to make him realize that.
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A month later, I received an invitation to the café’s opening. John told me he had arranged the money for Sarah through a few friends.
“I’ll be there, sweetheart,” I told John as a plan brewed in my mind. “I’ll definitely be there.”
On the day of the opening, I wore my best dress and took a bus to the café.
“Mom! How are you?” John greeted me at the entrance. “Come in, the celebrations are about to begin.”
I smiled and made my way inside.
A few minutes later, I asked Sarah to step out with me for a short conversation. Before leaving, I discreetly nodded to the bartender, signaling to set my plan into motion.
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“So, Sarah, I’m curious about your plans for the café. How do you see its future?” I asked casually.
Sarah smiled, confident in her victory. “Oh, it’s going to be a great success. I’ve got big plans.”
“Really? And what about the money John arranged for you? How are you planning to use it?”
I quietly watched as she rolled her eyes.
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“Oh, that? It’ll help with the expansion and a few personal investments,” she said before looking around to ensure we were alone. “You see, I need John only for the financial benefits. Love is nice, but security is better.”
I couldn’t believe my ears.
“Your son loves me so much. He’s never gonna realize he’s being manipulated. And we all saw how he refused to believe you the other day,” she chuckled.
After a few more minutes of her revealing her true intentions, I decided it was time to return inside.
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Everyone was silent when we stepped inside.
“What’s up, babe?” Sarah asked, but John just looked at her with wide eyes.
“Mom was right about you,” he said. “I heard everything you said outside.”
Sarah had no idea I had connected my phone to the Bluetooth speaker in the café, and everyone had heard our conversation. Everyone in the room knew Sarah didn’t love John.
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“John, it’s not what you think!” she pleaded, but it was too late.
John, humiliated and heartbroken, ended their relationship. He later apologized to me over a quiet dinner.
3. I Met My Fiancé’s Parents, Only to Find Another Woman Posing as Me at Dinner
I’ll never forget the first time Mark and I met. It wasn’t love at first sight or any kind of sight, actually. We worked at the same company for three years without ever crossing paths. But one day, Mark emailed me about a sales issue, and that’s how it all began.
He called me to discuss the email, and soon our work-related conversations turned into something else. I found myself looking forward to his calls.
Eventually, he asked me out on a date.
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“Are you sure, Mark? I might not be what you expect,” I told him.
After all, I wasn’t the slim, polished woman someone like Mark might typically go for.
“Anna,” he said, “I love tea, and you’re my cup of tea.”
I laughed and agreed to the date.
When we finally met in person, I could see the surprise in Mark’s eyes. I wasn’t blind. I knew I was plus-size, and that wasn’t always what people expected.
But by the end of that lunch, we had hit it off. I thought we were perfect together.
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Six months later, Mark proposed. It was a dream come true, but something always felt off.
He kept me away from his friends and family, and I could tell he was embarrassed about my size.
Still, I thought love could overcome anything. I didn’t know how wrong I was.
One day, Mark’s parents were hosting their 40th wedding anniversary. He told me we’d drive up to Connecticut and spend the weekend with them.
I was excited to finally meet his family.
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But then, just two days before the event, Mark called with some bad news.
“I’m flying to Colorado for a work emergency,” he said. “I’ll meet you in Connecticut on Saturday, but you can’t come with me.”
I was disappointed, but I wanted to surprise him. So, I decided to deliver the anniversary gift to his parents myself. Wrong decision.
I knocked on the door, and an older woman answered a few minutes later.
“Yes?” she asked with a smile.
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“Hi, I’m Anna, Mark’s fiancée,” I introduced myself. “This is an anniversary gift for his parents.”
Her smile vanished.
“Is this a joke?” she asked, stunned. “Mark’s fiancée is inside having dinner with us right now.”
Confused and horrified, I pushed past her and into the dining room. There, sitting next to Mark, was a beautiful, slim woman clinging to his arm.
“Mark! What’s going on?” I demanded.
I still remember the look on his face.
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“Anna, this isn’t what you think. She’s an actress. I—”
“I don’t understand,” I cut him off. “If you didn’t love me, why did you propose?”
“I do love you!” he insisted. “I just… I was afraid. You know, you’re so… big.”
His words broke my heart. I immediately took off my engagement ring and placed it on the table.
“If you loved me, you wouldn’t be ashamed of me,” I said quietly and walked out.
Mark tried calling me for days, but I didn’t pick up. I couldn’t. I was heartbroken. How could someone who claimed to love me be so ashamed of who I was?
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A few days later, I arrived at work and saw a crowd gathered outside the building. Everyone was pointing at a huge billboard across the street. I gasped when I saw it.
There was a picture of Mark and me with the words, “I LOVE ANNA AND I WANT TO MARRY HER!”
Before I could process it, Mark appeared, dropping to one knee.
“Anna, I’m an idiot,” he said. “But I love you. Please marry me.”
I stood there for a moment as tears streamed down my cheeks.
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“You ARE an idiot,” I finally said. “But I still love you.”
Now, we’re planning our winter wedding in Connecticut. I never thought I’d forgive him, but love, it turns out, is bigger than any fear.
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This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.
We Paid for My Stepdaughter’s Honeymoon, but She Called Us ‘Cheap’ — So We Taught Her a Lesson in Respect
What happens when a dream honeymoon isn’t dreamy enough? One shocking phone call from my stepdaughter set the stage for a lesson in gratitude she never saw coming.
Life has a way of surprising you, often when you least expect it. I never imagined myself becoming a stepmother at 45, let alone to a young woman like Brooke. When I married Gary ten years ago, it wasn’t just him I fell in love with; it was the idea of family.
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Brooke was thirteen then, and while we didn’t always see eye to eye, I poured my heart into making her feel cared for.
By the time she was twenty-three, Brooke had blossomed into an ambitious, sharp, and, let’s be honest, a bit spoiled young woman. She had big dreams, and Gary and I always did our best to support her. From her college tuition to her dream wedding, we were there. But nothing prepared me for the events that unfolded after her wedding.
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Gary and I had spared no expense for Brooke and Mason’s wedding. The venue was a sprawling vineyard with twinkling fairy lights, the kind you’d see on the cover of a bridal magazine. It cost a fortune, but it was worth it to see Brooke’s radiant smile as she walked down the aisle.
After the wedding, we wanted to gift them something truly special: a honeymoon to remember. Gary and I spent weeks scouring travel sites until we found the perfect villa in the Dominican Republic.
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It had everything: a private pool, stunning views of the ocean, and enough space to rival a boutique resort. It cost more than we planned, but we figured it was our way of sending Brooke into her new life with love.
The morning after they arrived, my phone buzzed just as I was pouring my coffee. Seeing Brooke’s name pop up, I smiled and answered cheerfully, “Hey, sweetheart! How’s paradise?”
Her tone was sharp, almost accusatory. “Dad’s there too, right? Put me on speaker.”
I frowned but obliged. “Sure. What’s going on?”
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Gary leaned over the table, mouthing, “What’s wrong?” I shrugged and tapped the speaker button.
“What’s wrong?” Brooke’s voice rose, dripping with indignation. “I’ll tell you what’s wrong, Dad. This villa. It’s tiny!”
Gary blinked. “Tiny? It’s over eight hundred square meters, Brooke.”
She scoffed. “Exactly. Barely. I mean, Mason and I were expecting something more… spacious. And the pool? It’s a joke. I can only do like three strokes before hitting the edge.”
I exchanged a glance with Gary, his face slowly turning crimson. I held up a hand to calm him.
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“And don’t even get me started on the beach!” Brooke continued, her voice rising with every word. “It’s a whole five-minute walk! Who does that to newlyweds? You couldn’t find a place with direct beach access? Honestly, Dad, it’s like you don’t care.”
Gary’s jaw tightened, but I gently squeezed his arm. “Brooke,” I said, keeping my voice steady, “we spent a lot of time picking this villa. It has great reviews. I thought you’d love it.”
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“Well, you thought wrong. And the sun here? It’s not even as golden as it looked on Instagram. Everything feels… underwhelming. I can’t believe you guys are so cheap.”
Gary exploded, slamming his hand on the table. “Cheap? Do you have any idea how much we spent on this trip? Not to mention your wedding! You’re being ungrateful, Brooke!”
She huffed on the other end of the line. “You know what, Dad? Forget it. Clearly, you don’t understand.”
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The call ended abruptly, leaving a stunned silence in its wake. Gary paced the kitchen, muttering under his breath, his fists clenched. “I can’t believe her. After everything we’ve done—her wedding, her honeymoon—this is how she treats us?”
“Hon,” I interrupted softly, placing a hand on his shoulder. “It’s not worth losing our cool over. I have an idea.”
He stopped pacing and stared at me. “What are you thinking?”
I gave him a small, knowing smile. “Trust me. Let’s show her that gratitude is a two-way street.”
And with that, I began to plan.
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If Brooke wanted to play the “cheap” card, I was about to show her what that actually looked like.
I picked up my phone and dialed the villa’s management. When the receptionist answered, I explained the situation. “Hi, this is Marianne. My husband and I booked a premium villa for a honeymoon stay. Unfortunately, there’s been a change of plans. I need to cancel the remainder of the stay and downgrade the reservation.”
The woman on the other end sounded confused. “Downgrade, ma’am? I don’t follow. Could you clarify?”
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“Yes,” I said firmly. “Please find the most modest, no-frills room you have—no private pool, no chef, and absolutely no ocean view. Do you understand?”
She hesitated before saying, “Yes, of course. We have a basic standard room in the adjoining hotel. Would that work?”
“That’s perfect,” I replied, a smirk spreading across my face. “One more thing. I’d like to be notified when the guests are informed of the change.”
The manager hesitated again. “That’s… unusual, but I’ll see what I can do.”
Gary shook his head as I hung up. “You’re ruthless.”
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“Just tired of being taken for granted,” I said with a shrug.
A few hours later, the call I’d been waiting for came in. I put the phone on speaker so Gary could hear.
“This is the villa management,” the voice began. “We regret to inform you that your current reservation has been modified. You’ll need to relocate to a standard room at the hotel next door.”
“What?!” Brooke’s voice shrieked through the phone. “There must be some mistake! We’re in the honeymoon suite. My dad and stepmom paid for this!”
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“I’m afraid there’s no mistake,” the manager said politely. “The new booking reflects their updated request.”
Brooke’s tone turned icy. “Updated request? What are you talking about?”
I stifled a laugh, covering my mouth. Gary was shaking his head, grinning ear to ear.
Moments later, my phone buzzed, and I saw Brooke’s name flashing on the screen. I answered calmly. “Hi, Brooke.”
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“Marianne!” she screeched. “What is going on? We just got a call saying we’re being moved from our villa to some awful little hotel room! Fix this right now!”
“Oh, that,” I said, feigning surprise. “Firstly, it’s not your villa, sweetheart—it was booked for you. And since you thought it was too ‘cheap,’ I figured a more modest place might better suit your expectations. After all, your dad and I wouldn’t want to embarrass you with our low standards, now would we?”
“You can’t be serious!” she yelled, her voice cracking with frustration. “This place is a dump!”
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“Is it?” I replied, keeping my tone light. “Oh, I’m so sorry. Well, maybe now you’ll appreciate what you had. Gratitude, Brooke. It’s an important lesson.”
Her screeches could be heard across the ocean. “I can’t believe you’re doing this to me, Marianne! Mason and I are stuck here. Where’s Dad?”
Gary, who had been listening quietly, leaned toward the phone. “Brooke, enough. We’ve spent years supporting you, giving you the best of everything. And this is how you repay us? By complaining about the brightness of the sun and the size of a pool? Grow up.”
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“I don’t need a lecture, Dad. I’m not a little girl anymore!” Brooke snapped.
“No,” Gary said firmly. “What you need is a reality check. And your stepmom just gave you one.”
She let out an exasperated groan. “You’re ruining my honeymoon!”
“I think you ruined it yourself,” I said evenly. “When you decide to be grateful for what you have, maybe things will start looking brighter—even that ‘meh’ sun.”
With that, I hung up. I glanced at Gary, who was staring at me in stunned silence.
“What?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
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“Remind me never to get on your bad side,” he said with a laugh.
We didn’t hear from Brooke for the rest of the week, and honestly, it was a relief. When she finally called again, her tone was subdued.
“Hi, Marianne. Hi, Dad.”
“Brooke,” Gary said cautiously. “How are you?”
There was a pause before she replied. “I… I just wanted to say I’m sorry. For how I acted. The hotel room was awful, but… it made me realize how much effort you both put into everything you’ve done for me. I guess I’ve been a little… ungrateful.”
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Gary softened, his voice kind but firm. “A little?”
“Okay, a lot,” she admitted, her voice small. “I’ll do better. I promise.”
I smiled, glancing at Gary, who nodded. “We appreciate that, Brooke,” I said gently. “We just want you to understand the value of what you have—and the people who love you.”
“I do now,” she said quietly. “Thanks for everything. Really.”
When the call ended, Gary wrapped his arm around my shoulder, his expression a combination of relief and pride. “Well,” he said softly, “you did it. I think she finally gets it.”
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“We did it,” I said with a smile, leaning into him. “Sometimes, people just need a wake-up call—a little taste of their own medicine. Even our kids.”
Gary chuckled, his tone lighter now. “I’m just glad it didn’t blow up into something worse.”
“Me too,” I murmured, resting my head against his shoulder. For the first time in days, the tension lifted, and I allowed myself to breathe.
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What do you think? Was my approach a wise lesson in gratitude, or did I take things a step too far?
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This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.
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