u/Unwell_typer

You have a girlfriend who is madly in love with you. But there's a problem: she's not actually real. She's just a persistent hallucination made up by your mentally ill brain. Tired of living in a fantasy, you go to the psychiatrist for some pills to fight yout visions. But a certain someone is not happy when she learns about your plans

CW: Mental illness, hallucinations

Hi! Feel free to change the gender of any character, or change any part of the script that you want, as long as you still give proper credit! Also, it is perfectly okay to monetize. Although, if you put it behind a paywall, please send me the audio privately. I'd love to hear it!

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The script begins here👇

[keys rattling]

(happy) Welcome home, darling! I’ve missed you so, so much! Each second that I spend without you feels like torture. Come here, let me give you a hug!

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(suspicious) Huh? What’s in that bag that you are trying to hide behind your back, darling? Come on, don’t be like that, show me.

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(annoyed sigh). Darling, please, show me what’s in that bag. I’m literally inside your mind. I could read your thoughts if I wanted to, so stop acting like this and just show me.

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Oh, they are just some pills, huh? What kind of pills, if you don’t mind me asking? You are perfectly healthy, as far as I know.

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Come on, stop stuttering! If you were brave enough to buy them, you are brave enough to tell me.

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(Furious) I knew it! I fucking knew it! I knew that you would be trying to stab me in the back! Do you think I’m an idiot, darling? Even if I choose not to read your thoughts to give you (despective) “privacy”, I know you better than you know yourself. I knew that you weren’t going to the doctor because your knees hurt.

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(heartbroken, at the verge of tears) What have I done to deserve this? Why do you hate me so much?!

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Yes you do! You’ve gone to the doctor and asked him for pills to stop seeing me! You are literally paying money to get rid of me! How can you claim that you don’t hate me? This is the equivalent of hiring a hitman to kill me! The only difference is that your hitmen are tiny white pills.

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Who cares if your doctor thinks you are mentally ill?! He doesn’t understand what we have, darling. No one does. Sometimes… sometimes I feel like not even you understand it. You have it much better than anyone else.

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You have all the advantages of having a girlfriend, and none of the inconvenient parts of being in a relationship. I love you with all my heart. I’m always here to listen to you, to care for you, to tell you how much I love you and how wonderful you are. I can change my clothes in an instant to match whatever you want to see me wearing at that moment. And you only need to buy food for yourself. Whenever we go to the cinema, or to a museum, you only need to buy one ticket. You don’t have to buy me clothes, or gifts, or to have my things all over your place. You receive more love and affection than anyone could give you, without having to spend a single penny on me. It’s the best of both worlds!

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I am even physically unable to cheat on you. I mean, I would never, for a single second, consider cheating on you, even if I had an actual, flesh and bone body, but, living inside your head, I literally cannot cheat on you.

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(impatient and hurt) Well, if you know that, why are you so adamant about getting rid of me? Am I so unbearable that you want me to disappear? Have I done anything to displease you, darling? Is my presence so disturbing that you want to lose the only person who really loves you?

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(furious) Not real?! Who cares if I’m not real! My love for you IS real, and that’s all you should care about! Have I done anything but constantly demonstrate how much I love you? If I could interact with the physical world, I would have your favourite meal ready each and every day you came home. I would even carry you in my arms around the house if I had to. And, even though I may not be able to do that, my love isn’t smaller just because of that.

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What do you want a “real” woman so badly for, huh? To hurt her and neglect her like you are doing with me? And what are you going to do when you get tired of her, kill her, like you are trying to kill me?

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Yes you are! If you take those pills, you are, for all intents and purposes, killing me. You won’t ever see me again. You won’t feel my love, my tender touch, my soothing words in bed. I will be gone, forever. Is that what you want? For me to die? To banish me from the only place where I exist?

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No, stop pretending, and just admit it. (almost crying) You have never loved, right? You only put up with me because I’m inside your head. But you don’t love me. That’s why you are trying to get rid of me. I’m just a burden.

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Stop it! Don’t try to deny it! It is obvious that you don’t love me. I’m just a fool in love, who thought that my feelings were mutual. (defeated) Maybe you are right. Maybe… maybe you’ll be better off if I don’t exist.

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No, don’t feel sorry for me. I… I just want you to be happy. And if I have to disappear to make you happy… then I won’t stop you from taking your pills.

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No, no, I insist! Just get rid of me at once and be happy without me. I’ll be fine. I don’t actually exist, so no one will get hurt if I get erased from existence, right?

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Darling… Why are you cry-(the listener hugs her, cutting her off). Hey, hey, I know that my body isn’t real, but if you hug me this tightly you are going to hurt me (giggle).

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You’ve changed your mind? You promise? Are you sure that you are not going to take those pills the next time you talk to someone “real” and they call you mentally ill again?

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Well, then, let’s get rid of the pills, okay? If you don’t have them, you can’t be tempted to use them.

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No, no, don’t thrown them in the trash. If they are there, you may lose control of yourself and dig the box up. No, we should make sure that you cannot recover them. Dissolve all of them in water, and pour it down the sink. That way, you can never have them back.

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[water noises as the listener does what she told them]

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(satisfied) There we go. Much better. I can’t believe you almost got rid of me, darling. But I’m not gonna scold you. I think you’ve learnt your lesson, haven’t you, my dear?

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I thought so. Oh, if I had an actual body… That doctor would regret his temerity. Who does he think he is, telling you what you should do? Especially when he believes that me disappearing would benefit you. What an idiot. I love you more than anyone else has ever loved you. How could getting rid of my love possibly be helpful?

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Well, it doesn’t matter now. I’m happy that you finally listened to me. You would have regretted it your whole life if you had taken those pills. No “real” woman could ever give you the pure, unfiltered, and totally devoted kind of love that I give you. No one will ever know you as well as I do. So, if you got rid of me, you would spend the rest of your life hoping to find someone who is half as good as I am, and failing.

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But I’m happy that you came to your senses. Come here, let me kiss that cute face of yours. Mmmmwah (kiss)

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Now, why don’t you order some take out, and we watch a film or something? I may not be able to share your food, but I can give you better company than anyone else can. And, if you are good and don’t think about getting rid of me again, I may even wear that outfit you like so much after the film (giggle).

[END]

I recently watched Obsession, and I’ve decided to give my personal opinion that no one asked for, with my credentials being that I’m a random guy who writes yandere ASMR scripts from time to time. Everything from here is spoilers from the film Obsession, so unspoil at your own risk

>!First of all, I want to say that I’m not a cinephile, an art critic, or anything like that, so this is not going to be an analysis of the cinematography, or the camera work, or anything like that. Here, I’m going to talk about how good (or bad) of a yandere the female protagonist, Nikki, is.!<

>!We’ve all seen the trailer, and from it it’s evident that Nikki became obsessed with Bear (the male protagonist) thanks to a wish that he made, and that he isn’t liking the way his wish is going (which I’d say it’s a good representation of the people who say they want a yandere gf when they get one, but I digress).!<

>!I’m not going to make you wait until the end: I don’t think Nikki is a good yandere. In fact, I wouldn’t consider her a yandere at all. I don’t say this because her obsession happened because of Bear’s wish. If the wish had simply “changed something” in Nikki’s brain, I would have still called her an actual yandere. After all, most yanderes aren’t born yanderes, but they usually become one due to trauma, abuse, or things like that (e.g. Yuno Gasai, although there are many more examples), and that doesn’t make them less “yanderic” (that's a word now).!<

>!But Nikki’s brain doesn’t change. When Bear makes his wish Nikki gets possessed by some kind of spirit? Demon? who makes her act the way she does, and this is clear from the start, although, the longer into the film you are, the more evident it is that she’s possessed. In that same way, it is increasingly obvious that the real Nikki is not happy with that, and she tries to fight for control of her own body several times, which leads to her hurting herself (and freaking everyone out, understandably). In fact, if anyone still had any doubts about Nikki’s dislike of this situation, towards the end, taking advantage of the fact that the spirit is asleep, the real Nikki asks Bear to kill her.!<

>!It is left ambiguous if pre-wish Nikki liked Bear back or not (or, at least, it is ambiguous to me, that I’m a complete inept when it comes to understanding people. Maybe more intelligent people will see it more clear). But, whether Nikki liked him or not, that doesn’t change anything. It is obvious that “normal Nikki” is not even close to being a yandere. Even if she does like him, she’s just a girl with a hidden crush.!<

>!So, I think it’s pretty clear that Nikki is NOT a yandere. If anything, the spirit that possessed her may be a yandere, but the real Nikki is definitely not a yandere at any point. I don’t think that makes Obsession a bad film, but I think that people like me, who went to see the film thinking “wow, a yandere film in Western media!” will be a bit disappointed. I was hoping we could have this generation’s Future Diary, and, while I don’t deny that this film may attract some people to the yandere genre despite what I say here, we will have to wait to see an actual yandere in a popular western film.!<

>!(also, some part of me can’t help but wonder if the name Nikki was chosen on purpose as a reference to Mirai Nikki, Future Diary’s name in Japanese. It would be cool if it was).!<

You wake up tied down to a bed in a room that you don't recognise. Next to you, there's someone you don't know. They don't seem to be extremely amused by the situation, but it seems clear that they are the one who brought you here. What's going on?

CW: Somewhat explicit mentions of murder. Mentions of suicidal ideations.

Hi! It feels so good to be back. As always, feel free to change the gender of any character, or change any part of the script that you want, as long as you still give proper credit! Also, it is perfectly okay to monetize. Although, if you put it behind a paywall, please send me the audio privately. I'd love to hear it!

Scriptbin link if you prefer it: https://scriptbin.works/s/nhpwh

The script begins here👇

(with a tone of voice like they are tired of living) Oh, you are waking up. Hello

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(tired sigh) Stop trashing around, please. I have more experience than I would like tying people up. You are not breaking free.

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(angrier) I said stop (small pause) trashing (small pause) around! You are tied to that bed. I could torture you for hours on end and you couldn’t do anything to stop it. So, if you don’t want that to happen, stop making me angry.

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(back to her tired tone) Much better.

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Now, I know that you’ll have lots of questions. Everyone always does. And I could remove your gag to let you ask whatever may be troubling your mind. But you all always ask the same questions: (mocking) “Who are you? Where am I? Are you going to hurt me? Why did you kidnap me?”

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Well, darling. I am (insert name of your choice). My name won’t probably ring any bells, though. You never notice me. I… I don’t think I can call myself a coworker, but I work in the place as you. I am part of the cleaning stuff of the building. People always act like we are invisible, so I can’t even blame you for not recognising me.

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As for where you are… Well, you are in my guest room. I know it’s not very big, but with my salary it’s all I can afford. If I had finished my degree, I could have had a better place to live. But destiny had something different in store for me.

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Now, continuing with the third question. It’s probably the one you are most worried about, right? Will I hurt you? Will I make you suffer, bleed, and scream in pain through your gag? Well, maybe. It depends on you, really. If you do what I want you to do, I’ll treat you better than anyone has ever treated you before. But if you don’t do what I want… I don’t have much left to lose, to be honest. Make of that what you want.

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And I guess that takes us to our last question: why did I kidnap you? Well, would it make sense to you if I said it was because I love you?

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(sigh) Yeah, I thought so. So the long explanation it is. Okay, buckle up.

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(deep breath) You see, I have something called Obsessive Love Disorder. Some psychologists say that it’s a subtype of OCD, some say that it’s not a real thing… (dismissive) but that doesn’t matter now. You probably don’t want to hear me rant about the DSM-5. The important thing to you is what it entails.

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You see, due to my disorder, when I fall in love with someone, I don’t just fall in love like regular people. I get **insanely obsessed** with that person, to a completely unhealthy degree. They turn into my entire world. I can only think about them. I forget to eat, because I’m busy thinking about the person I love. I stop sleeping, because every second asleep is a second that my darling isn’t on my mind. It is like if you took the good and bad things of being in loved, and multiplied both of them by a thousand.

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But you see, I don’t only spend the whole time thinking about the person I love. I also get extremely possessive and jealous of them, even if we aren’t dating,...or if they don’t even know that I exist. I can’t stand the idea of them being with anyone else, talking with anyone else, or even **thinking** about anyone else. I want them to be as obsessed with me as I am with them. And that’s when things begin to get dangerous for everyone one.

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I start stalking them, memorising their tastes and routines, I bug their phone, break into their home… And, eventually, I end up kidnapping them. And this time, my darling, it was you who I fell in love with.

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(sad sigh) As you’ve probably gathered, you are not the first person that I kidnap. You are, in fact, the fourth one. But you are going to be the last. I **will** make you love me. And if this time I still can’t make my darling fall in love with me…that would mean that I truly am unlovable, and so I will erase myself from existance.

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(a bit surprised) Huh? What’s that look in your eyes, my darling? Is that compassion that I see, or is it just wishful thinking on my part? I mean, you are such a kind person… I wouldn’t be surprised if you felt sorry for the person who has kidnapped you and who threatened to torture you just a few minutes ago. But I wouldn’t be so fast to feel sympathy, my love. The three others that came before you are dead now.

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I don’t plan on killing you. Although… I didn’t plan to kill the others, either. It just… happened. They forced my hand, my darling. I didn’t want to. I just wanted them to love me. That’s all I’ve ever wanted. Love.

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I kidnapped my first darling when I was in high school. Them and I were friends since elementary school. As kids, we were inseparable. I was convinced that we were going to get married and have a happy life together, but, unfortunately, they had a different idea. Once we began high school, they began spending less and less time with me. “High school is hard. They will just be studying.” I said to myself, like the idiot blinded by love that I was. Then I saw them flirting with another person, but I told myself that they were just being nice. They were a very charismatic person, after all.

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(with anger under her apathy) But a few days later, I saw them kissing that same person, and the veil that covered my eyes disappeared. I waited for my traitorous friend after class, knocked them out, and took them to my home.

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Do you know how stressful it is to have someone unwillingly tied down to your bed when you still live with your parents? Unfortunately for my friend, my parents never cared a lot about me, and they didn’t enter my room since… an incident that I will tell you about another day, so they didn’t notice what was going on.

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As for my friend…. (sad) I tried to make them love me, I really tried. I sneaked food from the kitchen to feed them every day. I told them time and time again how much I loved them, and reminisced with them stories of our childhood. Because they were tied to my bed, we had to sleep together, and I always wrapped my arms around them, hoping that they would feel my love through the drugs. I had to drug them, because, otherwise, they would began trashing around as soon as I touched them. But I promise you that, despite that, I never forced myself on them. I may be a monster, but I’m not that kind of monster.

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And one day… My parents weren’t home, so I took their gag off to have a conversation. But that conversation quickly turned into screaming. They began shouting that I was crazy, that they hated me and… and they told me to either kill them or set them free, because they… (voice trembling) they would never love me.

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(deep, trembling breath) And I followed their advice, my darling. I did what they told me. I took my pillow, and suffocated them to death with it. And once they stopped moving, and the weight of what I had done dawned upon me, I hugged their corpse as hard as I could and I cried for hours on end.

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Don’t look at me like that, darling, because the second one is even more disturbing. This time I was at college. They were a classmate of mine, beautiful as the sun itself. As you can probably imagine, I got obsessed with them and kidnapped them too. This time, at least, I no longer lived with my parents.

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I will spare you the boring details: The weeks trying to make them love me in anyway I could think of, the tears and threats, the desperation, the heartache… I could go on for an hours, but I don’t want to bore you. I know what you want to know: how it ended.

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Well, like my friend, they… they refused to love me. But they went further. They tried to escape. They tried to escape from the person who loved them the most, from the person who breathed for them, who lived from them. But I caught them in the act. Oh, my darling, I saw red like never before. I didn’t even know that I was capable of such rage.

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I threw them to the ground and slapped them with tears in my eyes, enraged and extremely hurt. That slap turned into a furious punch to their face. And then another. And then another one. And I kept punching and punching, until their face stopped being hard, and turned soft and squishy.

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There it is. That look. Honestly, it took you long enough. I was expecting to see that horror in your eyes way sooner. Maybe we still have a chance. Maybe.

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But let me tell you about the last one, my darling. In a way, they were the one who hurt me the most. When I kidnapped them, they were scared and confused at first, like the other before, and like you. But once I told them what was going on, they acted very differently to the rest of them.

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Just a few days after I kidnapped them, they were acting like everything was perfectly normal. They smiled at me, talked to me, and said nice things to me. I began to grow hopeful. Maybe third time truly was the charm. And only a few weeks after I kidnapped them, they told me they loved me to. They said that they just couldn’t resist someone who loved them as intensely as I did. And, for some time, everything was wonderful. I really thought I had found the one.

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But, of course, I was destined to be miserable. And after a couple of wonderful months in which we lived like an actual couple, one day I woke up tied to my bed, and with my partner nowhere to be seen. And a couple of hours later, I was in handcuffs.

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(with fury in her voice) That rat didn’t just pretend to love me to then escape when I lowered my guard, but they also went and stabbed me in the back by turning me in. In the trial, I was deemed clinically insane, and I spent the next two years of my life locked up in a mental hospital. Thankfully, they didn’t know about my two previous… guests. But that rat didn’t escape from me.

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Once I finally got out of that horrible place, I tracked them down. It was easier than you would expect: nowadays, people don’t care about their privacy nearly as much as they should. I figured out where they lived, and I discovered that, while I was locked up, they had gotten married.

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I went to their house in the middle of the night, and I blocked all the doors. Then, I broke one of the windows, and firebombed the place. I sat at a prudential distance and watched while that house burned to the ground with that rat and their loving spouse inside. And, unlike with the two other, this time I didn’t feel then slightest bit of remorse. I didn’t cry or wish I was different. I just felt… at peace.

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That was around a year ago. Some part of me hoped that the treason I had gone through had put an end to the obsession running through my veins. But you are here, so it is clear that my hopes were in vain.

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(sad sigh) I… I just want someone to love me, my darling. Well, not someone. I want **you** to love me. I want you and I to be happy together. I want you to smile at me, to hold me at night, and to say that you love me as much as I love you. I want to give you my full, unconditional, and everlasting love. I want to make you feel more loved that you’ve ever been.

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Look at you, so beautiful and perfect despite being tied down and gagged. If you just loved me, I would be happy for the rest of my life.

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We are going to die together, my darling. That’s a fact. The only thing left to decide is if we are going to die today, or once we are old, after having spent a happy life together.

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(sigh) But that’s up to you to decide. Now that you know who I am, how I am, and what I’ve done, who will you be, my darling? Will you be the one who ask for their death, like my childhood friend? The one who makes me see red, like my classmate? Or the one who thinks that they can get away from me, like that treasonous rat? Or… maybe you will be the one who loves me, and you’ll save us both.

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