The Clouded Sun~ (Leif/Closed)

[Jasper Sinclair]

Jasper was an early riser from the time he was little at home, it’s just something that calmed him down before everyone else got up. He loved being able to wake up early and be by himself for awhile because that was the most calming time. When he’d gotten to Hogwarts he’d managed to keep the same schedule and get early morning classes with just enough time to jog. He had enough time to go outside to the lawns for a simple jog around the lake, then grab some toast before heading out to his first class. This was also how he kept in shape as good as he did besides quidditch, he kept a regular schedule without much change and he kept active. Of course the rain and snow often would stop him from jogging outside but some days when it wasn’t so bad he would jog in the rain but otherwise he would take a lap or two from the dungeons to the seventh floor. Jasper was just one of those big health nuts that didn’t like to gain a pound no matter what the problem, even when he was sick he took a jog because it would clear his sinus'.

The boy probably got the whole health thing from his mother who had been an avid quidditch player in her days at Hogwarts, and now she was a Tutshill Tornados seeker, something that he prided himself on. His mother was pretty famous especially in the quidditch world, sometimes people would come up and ask if they could bring his mom to a weekend in Hogsmeade but he usually declined. When she was his age she told him that she’d take a jog around the lake as well or the quidditch pitch so that she was properly stretched out for what the day held for her.

When Jasper got about three quarters around the black lake he stopped to stretch out his muscles so they didn’t cramp up. One time when he had been jogging his whole left leg cramped up and he sat in pain for an hour before he could move, than he limped his way back to the dorm looking like a bloody cripple.

After stopping to stretch out he pushed against some trees and did lunges to stretch out his legs. He pressed down so that everything felt the burn and to him it felt absolutely amazing. When he stretched after a long run it was like the most amazing feeling in the world and he would never give it up. When he finished stretching he took the path at a very brisk walk so that he could cool down, if you kept going it wasn’t good for your body to just stop. He kept his breath completely even as he did so, and he finally got to stop when he reached a little alcove with a neatly piled rock area. The rocks he stopped at were the rocks where he first began to jog during his first few years at Hogwarts. These rocks were like a milestone to him as when he first started jogging in his second year he couldn’t catch his breath for the best of him, he was always out of it. He would walk a flight or two and he’d be completely out of breath by the time he stopped, something that he wasn’t quite proud of. When Jasper was a youngin’ he was quite the chubby little thing who ate everything he could get his little grimy hands on.

After seeing just what could happen if one ate too much he decided that he needed a change in his life and become healthier. Every day he got up to jog and he wouldn’t change that for the world, even if the weather wasn’t good outside. It was worth it to run inside instead of just deciding because the weather was bad to not jog. If he didn’t do it he often felt sick because he was losing the daily activity so he didn’t usually skip a beat when it came to exercising. Jasper couldn’t live without it and if someone took it away from him he wouldn’t be able to function properly and this is why he became a quidditch player because he then had activity no matter what.

Jasper bent down at the waist and touched his fingers to the ground to stretch out his body after his jog and cool down. He needed to loosen up a bit more now so that his muscles didn’t constrict now that he wasn’t truly going to be active. He then stretched up and stretched out his arms so that his back muscles strained a bit, and the juices kept flowing. He felt amazing now.

When he was finally done with all of that lovely stuff he looked down at himself and he just knew it, he was sweaty. His tank top was soaked through pretty good and his skin shined with sweat. He loved the after feeling of running but he didn’t always love the sweat that clung to him. So now that he knew he was soaked he stripped off his tank top and laid it nicely on one of the flat rocks so that he could use his wand to dry it. After finishing that he turned his head as he heard splashes in the lake, those boys were at it again, the beautiful drumstrang boys were diving in the water.

That was something he’d wanted to try so why not now? Why not when he was sweaty? He could wash off that way.

Jasper grinned and quickly discarded the pants that hung on his hips along with his running shoes. He chucked them next to the rocks and took off towards the lake. He didn’t stop when his feet hit cold water and he didn’t stop when he was waist deep in it, he looked around once and dove in head first.

The water was absolutely to die for, it made his body feel even more energized than his run did and it was bliss.

After spending a short few minutes in the lake he knew he had to get out otherwise the cool water would do him no good, he knew that. So he headed out to the rocks again to lay down, boxers and bare chest out for everyone to see.

"Ahh, such a beautiful morning." He murmured softly closing his eyes. "I love this feeling..."

( TAG ) Leif.
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[Leif Callaghan]

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"Tell me a secret. Your biggest secret. One you wouldn't tell anyone ever."

"Then, tell me that it didn't just feel so amazing to have let it all out like that."
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Curiouser and curiouser, trailing in the wake of a healthy young man. Sat in the courtyard counting ants that marched in a line, Leif saw this young man pass by from where he was crouched in the grass behind a bush. Not very often did he see other students up on the grounds at such an earlier hour. Very rarely, actually. Most, it seemed, liked to laze about as much as they could in the morning before shuffling off to first lesson.

Blushing fingertips pressed into the grass as he leaned forward for a better look at the male approaching the Black Lake. A prurient cant of his head tossed light blond hair into his eyes. Newly determined, he rose and shook his hair from his vision before proceeding to sneak after the male. He kept his distance, especially since there seemed to be excessive jogging involved. Instead, Leif silently watched as this mysterious young man circled the lake, full of comfortable determination.

A splash brought his gaze to the Drumstrang ship where the quite sculptural boys of the school had a bit of morning bravery with a dive off of the ship itself. The little Hufflepuff watched biting his lower lip with growing interesting, curiosity, anxiousness. Never before had he witness such a large ship in the lake itself and with so many visitors! He hoped to get to know these Drumstrang boys more before the end of their stay, as well as the lovely ladies of France in their carriage across the school grounds.

Splash!

Dark fox-like eyes turned to see the young man he had followed was gone with nothing but disturbed lake water in his wake. Keeping his eye on the lake surface, he made his way over to the pile of rocks where his clothes were. He found it interesting, these people with their physical morning rituals. Obviously the fruit of their labor showed! They were all such fit young men who could all probably easily break little Leif in half like a dry twig.

A gasp!

He saw a dark head of hair break the surface of the black waters and so he ducked behind the pile of rocks, trying to keep his cover to observe the male in his element in secret just a little longer. A gentler gasp was pulled into his parted lips as the male rose from the water like some strange sea god born from Poseidon's love and adoration for beauty and magnificence. Leif was biting his lower lip again, pressing against the rocks as he leaned forward for a closer look at the sea god as he touched land, cool water dripping and beading on his taught flesh, gliding over artistry of his form. He noted the boxers, fabric soggy and clinging to the flesh, causing Leif to tip his head to one direction in a moment of sudden interest and subtle appreciation. Yes, this person was worth getting to know indeed!

This boy god soon spread himself upon the grass to bath in the clear morning sun, smiling and pleased. Leif slowly approached him silently, crawling in fact until he was looking straight down at that pleased face, his plush pink lips poised for words that came out in his ever so soft Northern Irish lilt. "Are you a god?" It was a very honest question.

[Jasper Sinclair]

The weather today was probably some of the most easy to work with weather there was at Hogwarts. It wasn’t so cold that he had to run inside, not that he would anyway, and it wasn’t so warm that it was sticky out. He knew the exact weather he’d choose to run in and this would be the proper weather to jog. If he could choose a day to drag his team out for a run today would be the day that he would but he’d also wanted some time alone to rest up before class. He slung his arm over his eyes for a few moments to block the white and blue of the sky out of his eyes, the brightness was a little bit much though. He sighed softly and let his arm drift away back behind his head, ”Ahhm.” He murmured and moved a little bit to find a more comfortable position.

He hadn’t at all noticed the boy that had followed him from start to finish of his jog, he almost never noticed anyone unless they were talking to him. He liked to focus on what he was doing when he was doing it especially when he was jogging. He often didn’t even hear people calling him from behind when he was jogging as he tuned the world out. Right now though he just didn’t hear the person or feel the person slowly make their way towards him, he was too busy bringing his mind down from the adrenaline. It was only when the sun had become clouded and he could feel light breathing did he decide to open his eyes, the face and words that were in front of him startled him.

So that he didn’t slam his forehead into the person he started sideways, jerking from them. Was he a god? What? Jasper sat up and turned his head towards the… beautiful male face in front of him. He hadn’t been able to tell right away whether the student in front of him had been a boy or girl, but now that he got a closer look, yes, it was another male. That face though was very beautiful and nice to look at he’d have to say, that thought made his lips tug upwards slightly.

”Uhm… I-I don’t t-think so.” He murmured softly with a bit of his usual nervous stutter coming through as it always did in front of a pretty boy. Jasper tilted his head slightly and sucked in his lip to chew on it, not completely knowing what to say. The male in front of him reminded him of a certain Lazarus child that he had his sights on but it was almost like he was… over shadowing Mihail immediately. The boy had the same feminine appearance but had a twist of something more exotic to him and it was severely attractive. The pink pouty lips and beautifully tilted eyes were doing something to him that he hadn’t felt in quite awhile.

Jasper couldn’t help but blush and grab at his clothing behind him to cover up, he always felt completely embarrassed when in front of such differently built males. He felt so large compared to them because he was more muscular than he was thin and sometimes it was odd being different.

”H-Hi, I-I’m Jasper.” He spoke gently before looking away, his ears brightly red and cheeks blazing hot.

What was he to do in these situations? They were awkward especially when the feeling of desire and want came over you swiftly.

Oh boy, he was in for it now wasn’t he?

( TAG ) Leif
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[Leif Callaghan]

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"Tell me a secret. Your biggest secret. One you wouldn't tell anyone ever."

"Then, tell me that it didn't just feel so amazing to have let it all out like that."
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Lashes brushed his cheeks as he blinked, head tilted to one side as he examined the surprise that shaped the sea god's perfect features. He sat back on the heels of hiss feet when the male rose, groping for his clothing for coverage. He seemed quite bashful, shyly hiding himself behind his clothing as he stammered his reply to the question given.

Not a god? Interesting. Leif had been sure, but perhaps there were such people in this world. He is quite astonishing, thought the honest Hufflepuff.

Enthralled, he reached out to the male to touch his reddened cheeks, fingers brushing slowly over the smooth, damp flesh to feel the one he thought to be son of a god. He was quite mortal after all. Warm and alive. A smile, small and delicate carved gently through Leif's lips as his fingers trailed down the length of the male's neck and splayed out along his chest over his heart.

"You are not a god at all," came his soft voice and he leaned in, turning his head enough to press his ear to that heartbeat, his next words spoken even softer as if to have only been meant for himself, "It's beautiful..."

Before a moment too long, he pulled back and looked into the male's eyes, both hands now resting in his own lap. "It's nice to meet you, Jasper. I am Leif. Your form is really wonderful. You shouldn't be afraid and hide it."

Producing his wand from his robes, Leif turned over his empty palm and gave his wand a flick. In the clear air a shape was formed in an intricate fashion, twisting and curling into that of an ornate glass goblet. With another flick, water filled it, clear and cool. Putting his wand away, Leif held the goblet out to Jasper, offering it to him.

"Thirsty?"

[Jasper Sinclair]

Jasper didn’t quite know what to do at the moment besides have his clothes sit bunched in his hands over his lower half. He wasn’t so sure what was going on either right this second, what with the other so close and him being so… well, feeling good. He wanted to curl up under a rock and hide from this wonderful and beautiful sight in front of him. His eyes flicked around him, anywhere but at his face, because if he did he knew he’d be hiding more than that blush. It was right after his run and he tended to sometimes get a little bit excited way too quickly after that. It was one of the things he’d managed to hide when he had jogging partners but sometimes it was hard.

And this was when Jasper wanted to keel over and die, the other touched him, it was exhilarating. He’d never felt such a shock from being touched before by anyone, even Mihail. The boy had reached over casually and slid his fingers across his face, down his neck, and then down to his chest which had made Jasper seize up a bit. He could feel his own muscles flexing at the touch like they were inviting him to touch him but he had no control over that, he couldn’t help it!

What happened next pretty much put Jasper over the edge and he dropped his head back, squeezing his eyes shut. ”I’m not… S-sorry t-to disap-p-point.” He muttered through a tight lipped mouth, he didn’t know what to do at all at this point. He was stuck with this pretty thing leaning against his chest, his beautiful blonde hair tickling every which way as he did, it was… weird, different, and amazing at the same time. His whispering took Jasper off guard a bit more but he didn’t say anything and kept his mouth shut tight.

When had he ever had another male so close to him besides Mihail? Never. He’d never learned how to control himself very much around the others because he’d never found many of them attractive but this one… oh, he was gorgeous.

When he finally pulled his head away Jasper leaned his head back up slowly, his eyes opening at the same pace to gaze at the boy next to him. He seemed to be sitting more proper than he was, leaning over Jasper and leaning on him, with his hands in his lap. This time when his mouth opened to speak it was about himself, his name was Leif, an adorable name for such a male. Leif, Leif, Leif. He liked the sound of that name as it was different just like his own and it was exotic sounding to him.

”N-Nice t-to meet y-y—Mmf!” He was murmuring until it turned into a bit of a squeak at the compliment, he didn’t like to hear compliments that much as they embarrassed him but it would be rude not to thank him. ”I-I… t-thank you. I-Iam a-a bit self c-conscious a-around other males. He spoke gently, than he brought his hand up to his face and shook. Why had he just admitted that to him? He had absolutely no idea at that point but he might as well finish why.

”I-I f-feel so b-big c-compared to s-some of y-ou guys.” He murmured from behind his hand, his eyes once again closed. ”I-I m-mean you g-guys a-are… so, h-handsome a-and pretty. I-I’m just big” He squeaked. He hadn’t noticed anything going on next to him, what with Leif pulling his wand out and such. He just kind of sat there a bit embarrassed with what had just happened. He was such a blabber mouth!

When Leif spoke again Jasper peeked through his fingers at him to see him holding a little goblet filled with…? Water. Yes. Water. Jasper slowly dropped his hand and eyed Leif for a few moments before gently taking the goblet from him, his hand grazing Leif’s skin as he did. Electric. Again.

Jasper lifted the goblet to his lips and gently tilted it back so he could swallow some of the water, it was a bit embarrassing when someone watched him while he ate or drank so he blushed more. As his ears began to burn red he bit his lip and went to hand back the goblet to Leif, ”T-Thank you.” He murmured gently. The boy gazed at Leif for a second or two before opening his mouth to speak again, ”D-Did you f-follow me?” He questioned slightly and shifted so that he was now facing Leif completely.

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[Leif Callaghan]

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"Then, tell me that it didn't just feel so amazing to have let it all out like that."
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The air of shyness that exuded from Jasper was quite intriguing, nothing to be expected of such a fit, handsome male such as himself. Leif found himself gazing at him, observing the way his lips tumbled over words, the guarded way he held himself, the way his blue eyes shifted nervously. His words were a bit astonishing, a contrast to his godly form. Curious...

"Strange," he said softly, looking Jasper over completely before meeting his cautious gaze, "You are beautiful, but you don't seem to believe so..." He gazed deep into those eyes as if to find the reason for such strangeness within them, the windows to the soul. Surely there must have been a reason, and perhaps this could be why he spent the morning jogging around the lake?

"Ah," he nodded and smiled softly to confess, "I did follow you. You called to me." It was said as if it were as simple as that. Perhaps it was simply how Leif was? He often acted before thinking, going with the flow of life, guided by the current. It was in this philosophy that caused him to lean forward until his lips were all but lightly pressed to the male's trembling bottom lip. It was cold from the water, from the late autumn air, cold against his own warm lips yet soft and in need of comfort. And in that instant, the need for comfort became quite apparent to him. Dearest Jasper needed comforting. Often times such things became a slow realization to Leif and where someone would usually be able to look at Jasper and see how he felt, it took Leif a bit of time, but he would realize it as well just as he did.

Wanting to stabilize himself, he went to place a hand upon the male's thigh so he wouldn't topple over, but he missed by a few good inches and his hand sunk into Jasper's lap, palm boldly rested upon a hidden crotch area that made Leif pull in a bit of a gasp, very small and startled, as he pulled back, removing his hand with his eyes to where it had been.

"Oh, my..." he said first, then added, "I'm sorry. My hand slipped. But..." He looked up into Jasper's eyes before shuffling forward to wrap his arms fully around him, encompassing his great body in a warm hug. "You are handsome and beautiful and magnificent, too, you know. You needn't feel so self-conscious. You are wonderful."

[Jasper Sinclair]

Now this was one of those days that you had to write about in a journal later on, it was something that was one of a kind. Never had Jasper thought that he would be so bashful or shy around another male like this besides Mihail. It was definitely something that didn’t come to him often as he generally wasn’t attracted to all the other smaller built males. There were a few here and there but never one besides that one boy that ever did this to him in seconds, but this new male… he did.

Jasper tilted his head slightly when the boys words slipped from his mouth, he thought he was beautiful and strange at the same time. An interesting combination definitely but Jasper couldn’t exactly deny it, many other males his size often flaunted it, he did not. He liked having a fit body mostly because of how his mother is and how he used to look, never because he wanted to be like everyone else. He just wanted to have a more healthy life than he did when he was younger which is exactly what he did. ”I-I… I’ve always been like this…” Jasper murmured gently.

Leif seemed to be one of those comforting types that wanted everyone to feel better. Jasper definitely did like that in someone and it was quite refreshing from the everyday person who just told him to suck it up if something upset him. He wasn’t exactly the most out there student, he was more of a softy, a student who would come to aid another in a time of need but he would be shy about it.

Some things Leif said confused him though, he called to him?, Now what exactly did that mean?

”I—What?” He questioned softly before Leif started to tilt towards him, coming in close. Jasper wanted to lean away, to make himself scarce from the situation but he didn’t. The moment Leif’s lips touched his he nearly melted, his body becoming like jelly, that was unexpected.

The second he pulled away Jasper could feel the air on his lips again, not the warmth and softness that were Leif’s lips against his own. The boy sucked his lip into his mouth and began to chew on it due to his nerves sky rocketing. What had just happened? It was nice but… WHAT HAD JUST HAPPENED?.

Then it wasn’t bad enough that he was already getting excited because Leif was so close to him, but now he was nearly on top of him. He was putting his hand down to not fall, his hand did not touch his leg, it fell right to where Jasper had been trying to hide away. ”O-Oh… M-My… G-God” He cried just as Leif apologized and wrapped himself around his body.

Jasper just wanted to crawl back to his dorm and crawl underneath his covers at this point; he hadn’t had such an embarrassing day in a long time. He hadn’t felt need for someone like this in quite a while so feeling it happen so quickly was a little embarrassing.

The words Leif spoke were lost to him in a jumble of nice words, all he could do was sit there, place one hand on Leif’s hip and try not to cry.

Nice? Yes. Shy? Yes. Emotional? Hell yes.

”I-I’m sorry… I-I didn’t m-mean to.” He cried softly, trying to make whatever tears that were threatening to spill out from his eyes stop. ”I-It just h-happened.” He whispered.

Everything that his body did was embarrassing now, especially in front of someone as sweet as Leif. He didn't want him to dislike him. But he felt that now this had happened he might... even if he was trying to comfort him.

( TAG ) Leif
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[Leif Callaghan]

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"Then, tell me that it didn't just feel so amazing to have let it all out like that."
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Leif blinked as the male began to cry, mind rattling in a mad search for reason. As he held the larger male, his fingers brushed through dampened hair soothingly, his other hand stroking his back warmly. His mind ticked away in this moment in the quest to find reason for these tears before he arrived at a suitable resolution, causing him to pull back and look down upon the other's lap as he reached out to gingerly rest his hand upon his crotch.

"Did I hurt you?" he asked, soft of the gentle Irish breeze. Brown hues were molten with sincerity as they gazed upon those tears, tears that coaxed him forward until his lips were pressed to the corner of his eye, lashes tickling the flesh, the very tip of his tongue brushing saltine drops into his mouth to taste the male's worry and sorrow.

"Why do you apologize?" he asked with a small cant of his head. He decided then to rise upon his knees, fingers brushed through the other's hair as he brought Jasper's head to his chest, petting him slowly like his mother did whenever he had become upset.

"There, there. There's no need to cry and nothing to apologize for. As long as you are not hurt, everything is fine." He smiled warmly, looking down upon the male as he repeated assuredly, "Everything is fine."

He stayed like this a moment until the cool breeze softly caressed them, making his fingers tingle with chill within Jasper's cooling hair. He looked around to see that nearly everyone had gone completely from the area as the hour for class was approaching and everyone was preparing for the day. He was sure if Jasper stayed here in his condition, he would catch ill and also be late.

"Come," Leif said as he took the male's hands, slowly standing up upon his feet. "Let's get you warmed up." He smiled for he knew exactly the place. The Prefect's Bathroom.

[Jasper Sinclair]

The moment this boy walked into his vision, or, crawled into his life he had made Jasper nervous. It hadn’t changed in the few minutes they’d spent together nor would it probably change unless they truly got to know each other. Jasper didn’t know whether or not Leif was one of those boys who would slip in and out when he blinked. However Jasper could certainly try to keep him within his sights whether or not he sat here crying in front of him.

He blinked his eyes forcing the tears the spill over his lashes instead of keep them in and it made him feel a little better. Getting them out instead of keeping them in seemed to be a relief but the next thing that almost forced him over the edge was Leif’s hand. His hand had quietly slipped back to his lap which forced Jasper to suck in a breath. How had he missed his hand slipping towards him? How?

Jasper’s eyes fluttered closed and he shook his head when Leif asked him if he’d hurt him. Of course he hadn’t hurt him, he’d done the complete opposite. The boy just didn’t know how to exactly handle a situation like his even when someone was practically feeding him the answers. ”N-no, you didn’t h-hurt me.” He murmured as he felt Leif move closer to him and press his lips to his face. They were soft just like before but they were in a different area this time, they were not pressed upon his own. Was it bad that he wished they were?

The boy allowed his eyes to finally open when Leif sat back from him with another question, how was he going to explain that? Could he just outright say it to him without scaring him away? He didn’t know. But maybe honesty was the best thing to do in a situation like this. Jasper sucked in a short breath and opened his mouth to say it, ”I-I-I um, well. Y-you didn’t h-hurt me. I-It was t-the opposite. I-I uh… Y-You’re s-so handsome. I-I um, g-got excited.” He whispered it as Leif pulled his head to his chest.

The feeling of Leif’s fingers through his hair made him want to just sit like his with him forever even with his face burning red. All while he had said what he had his face was turning redder and he could feel the heat rising in it. He’d never outright told someone that he’d been excited due to their touch and it made him even more embarrassed. He just kept his face hidden as Leif spoke to him and nodded, it was the easiest thing to do because if he spoke he might cry again.

The tears had managed to dry but the embarrassment was still fresh in his mind and he didn’t know if he could completely face Leif at the moment. Even with him being so gentle and sweet with Jasper he didn’t know how to react. No one before Leif had ever acted this way with him and it was something so new that he un-nerved him, even if it was in a good way.

He wanted to get to know the beautiful boy in front of him but not in the way that he was getting to know him now.

When Leif finally began to move again Jasper moved with him, careful to hide his face from view. ”O-okay. W-Where?” He murmured to the boy, only flicking his eyes to his face for a moment before looking away again.

”I-I must s-seem like a-a baby to y-you.” He stutter-chuckled, ”I-I’m s-so emotional” He attempted a small smile which turned into a slight frown again. He knew sometimes he acted like an upset girl but it was just who he was and he didn’t know how else to act. His sister was more of a brave person than he was and she could do things he couldn’t.

She never cried as much as him but she also couldn’t do things he could. It seems they got a few of their traits mixed up, he should cry less, and she should cook more… right?

No, no, Jasper was who he was and he knew he couldn’t think like that but sometimes it was difficult

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[Leif Callaghan]

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