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Masterpost of Stories

New masterpost journal! With a growing amount of stories and a huge amount of chapters, I've switched to listing the first chapter of each story. Within each chapter you will find links to the following chapters. :heart:

Recent update: A section for Brothers Lost has been added, and the stories Don't You Cry No More and An Appreciation for the Sun added!



Season 1



Sam was hit with a witch’s curse when he was 10 and Dean was 14. Unable to find him or his attacker anywhere when the dust settled, John and Dean Winchester were eventually forced to give him up for dead. Unbeknownst to them, Sam was saved from the witch and adopted into a new family, and they’ve trained him to take care of himself as best he can in the world, and protected him from the witch’s gaze all these years. And now… 



After being separated for over a decade, Sam and Dean are still trying to get used to living with each other again. Four inch tall Sam is just starting to adjust to living with a gigantic human when they find something in Dean’s pocket that sets them on the road with a new case. 



After a routine salt and burn the boys decide to take the night off. Drinking with a four inch tall brother ends with
some interesting times.
 


Part 4Home

A disturbing dream drives the brothers back to the one place they never thought they’d go again… home. 



Footsteps follow a girl up the stairs in her apartment and fate hands the brothers a very strange case to solve. While on the hunt, Sam has to come to terms with his size in new ways. 


After John calls up Sam and Dean out of the blue, the boys get into a fight, resulting in Dean off on another hunt and Sam storming off… under the bench seat of the Impala. 


Part 7: Taken

The brothers are working an easy case in Hibbing, Minnesota when they’re reminded just how delicate their situation is. The reminder? A cold bucket of water in the face for Dean, and a world of trouble for Sam. 



Season 2



Part 8The Schism of Fire and Water

After two months spent waiting for Sam’s arm to heal, both brothers are getting cabin fever. An unusual string of natural disasters a state over gets them back on the road with a unique case. 


Part 9: Adventures at Bobby's

Sam is healed and the sprites are stopped. But not everything is back to normal in the life of the Winchesters. They have things to figure out and an Impala to fix before they can get back to hunting. 


Part 10A Lich of Sense
--Cowritten by the lovely PL1--

What happens when you have Winchesters in the Wellwood? A bad day for Bowman Leafwing, as an encounter with a certain hunter and his brother goes awry, and zombie wolves move into the forest.


Short stories of Brothers Apart:

Walt

Things are looking grim for Walt when he's captured by humans and trapped in a cage... what does fate hold in store for the man that stands under four inches tall?

Brothers Apart Side Story || Out of the Frying Pan

One day, the motel that Garen lived in with his family decided to call pest control. Now, no one's safe and he has to try to get everyone out of the building without being seen. What does fate have in store for them?

Brothers Apart - What is Sam?


The Characters of Brothers Apart:




Brothers Lost


brothersapart.tumblr.com

--Series cowritten by the lovely PL1--


Part 1The Road Not Taken

Saving people. Hunting things.

It was what they were supposed to
 do. Who they were supposed to be. Instead, that life was stolen from them by a witch and a curse in childhood, stripped away and replaced by one goal: 

Survival.




Short stories of Brothers Lost:

A Ghost from the Past (11 x 17)

A familiar face comes to visit Sam when he’s lying on Death’s door, only he’s looking a little… shorter than normal.



Brothers Together


brothersapart.tumblr.com


Dean Rescues Sam

What if instead of Walt and Mallory rescuing Sam when he got cursed, Dean and John were able to find him before the witch took off?


Hershey Kisses and Salt Lines
--Cowritten by the lovely PL1--

A month has passed since Sam was cursed, and there's no cure in sight. He and Dean are left on their own during one of John's hunts to go to school and do their best to get by. After all this time, Sam's no more used to being small than he was before, and when Dean catches an unexpected visitor he gets the chance to learn all about his new size.




Brothers Unexpected


brothersapart.tumblr.com


Pinky Promise 
by PL1

Sam finds someone unexpected in the motel room their dad left them in... someone who's more afraid of Sam than he is of them.


Other Supernatural GT stories:



A girl goes missing from Indiana while on the phone with her sister, screaming about giant, killer cats. Now Dean and Sam have to unravel this mystery before Dean's next on the menu! 



On a missing persons case in PA, Sam finds more than he bargained for. In the meantime, Dean has to find a way to get his brother back to normal.


Short Stories


The Dollhouse

Sam and Dean are on a regular salt and burn to find a missing girl when they discover a haunted dollhouse - and Sam's about to become one of the dolls!

Afraid

After being attacked in her own room, Erin wakes up to everything different. With nowhere safe to run, what will become of her?

A Ghost from the Past (11 x 17)

A familiar face comes to visit Sam when he’s lying on Death’s door, only he’s looking a little… shorter than normal.

Don't You Cry No More

Sam inherited the Impala after Dean's death and finds that for some people, death isn't the end.



Prompts


Walt
Things are looking grim for Walt when he's captured by humans and trapped in a cage... what does fate hold in store for the man that stands under four inches tall?

Dean Rescues Sam
What if instead of Walt and Mallory rescuing Sam when he got cursed, Dean and John were able to find him before the witch took off?

Cursed Dean
What would happen if Dean had been the one to get cursed when Sam was attacked in that motel room?

Playtime
I love how Dean interacts with the kids! How about a short story about the kids using sleeping Dean as a playground.

The Incredible Shrinking Winchester
What if a new stage of the curse set in and Sam shrunk even more? How would he and Dean deal with that?

A Dwindling Perspective by the wonderful TorchMLP
Sam's shrinking doesn't end when Bobby and Dean lose sight of him...

The Climbing Bet
I always thought for a fun idea, have Sam try to climb up a bookshelf or vanity to show off to Dean.

Walt vs. Dean
So Dean keeps worrying about what would've happened if it hadn't been Sam he found in that motel room, but had been some other little person. What *would* have happened if it had been someone else - Krissy, or Walt, or Mallory?

The Cat
Will Sam ever face a cat? That won't be a good experience!

Family Movie Night
You know what would be really cute? Dean hosting a movie night for Sam and the family, complete with freshly made popcorn for the kids and a big pillow for them to relax on.

Ant Man
Yo how about Sam being pumped to see Ant Man!!!




Co-Written Stories




The Comeback Kid
--Cowritten by the lovely Obsess-Confess--

On a case out in California, troubles afoot when Sam falls asleep in the Impala and Dean comes out to find his baby - and his baby brother - a little... different.

An Appreciation for the Sun
--Cowritten by the lovely PL1--

Castiel finds himself wandering the earth after the events surrounding Samhain's resurrection, and finds someone he didn't expect.

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A bit of excitement over the weekend on tumblr...

Journal Entry: Mon Jun 20, 2016, 2:59 PM
For anyone that missed it, over the weekend everyone that visited Brothers Apart was trying to guess a new story that PL1 and I are writing. It's a Supernatural gt story that has no relation to Brothers Apart, and this time, we're on a GIANT plot! Since the story was guessed yesterday afternoon, I'll post the sneak peek here for my non-tumblr watchers. :heart:

Sneak Peek



Coming soon!

Out in the natural beauty of the Sylvan Lake State Park, a camper’s gone missing and is presumed dead at the same time as rumors about a honest to god giant appearing in the forest to stalk hikers and hunters crop up. Sam and Dean will need to unravel the mystery and keep their wits about them to solve this case. 


By silent agreement, both brothers crept forward, keeping an eye on the strange sights around them. Dean hopped into a deep depression in the ground, almost slipping on a hidden mudbank. Sam glanced to the side and saw that a tiny stream trickled through the underbrush.

It ended at the depression, and as Sam looked behind them, it restarted. Sam grabbed Dean’s jacket, hauling him out and pointing. Dean sucked in a gasp, spotting the familiar mark of a gigantic boot in the soft ground.

Crap.

“C’mon, let’s go.”

This time, Dean took point as they edged to the clearing. Once they got there, Dean froze again in disbelief.

“Bigger guns my ass,” he said weakly, reaching behind his jacket to pull out his colt. “We might need the damn military.

The boots that made the huge print in the ground were planted in the earth across the clearing, weighed down by their truly colossal owner. Even crouched, the creature loomed well overhead, and some of the smaller trees in the forest would be cast in that shadow.

The giant, if it stood, would reach a lofty 120 feet, at least.

Its dirty clothes were worn and those car-sized boots caked in enough mud that entire small tree branches could be seen stuck to the side of the huge sole. One light step for the monster would prove devastating to either brother, and the giant might never even know it had successfully taken out a hunter.

Massive lungs hidden within that muscular torso drew in and released breaths, the source of the breeze Sam heard. The trees nearest the giant all waved their branches from the air.

Before more of a plan could be made or more details assessed, that breathing paused, and the giant lifted its huge head. As if in slow motion, it turned to look over its shoulder for the source of the disturbance in whatever it was doing. One of its massive hands came into view and braced against one bent knee, and it was a startling realization to note that each finger was the size of a person.

The brothers were outsized by fingers.

Then, the face angled towards them, and eyes the size of their heads locked on them.




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"Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey!"

The words might as well have been spoken in Russian for all the good they did. Jacob, though he felt himself working towards wakefulness, scrunched his eyes shut tighter. His brain tried to parse the sounds that had woken him.

Needless to say, it was a bit soon for him to be able to process any words.

While he squinted his eyes open in an attempt to remind his brain that he needed to actually see things, Jacob reached a sluggish hand towards the source of the sound. He didn't remember setting an alarm clock. Hell, in the first few minutes after waking, in the clumsy moments between sleep and alertness, Jacob hardly remembered his own name.

Dean let out a curse, dodging back out of the way of the huge hand. Unfortunately for him, his dodge didn’t go according to plan. The hand alone was big enough to eclipse his escape route without any extra work needed for the sleep-addled human, and he found himself swept off Jacob’s chest in a light but secure grip.

Grumbling, Dean tried to push the huge digits wrapped around him enough to slip between them. He heard Sam cracking up to the side and glared in his general direction. “Goddammit, gigantor,” he said snippishly, “what did we say about being all hands?”

Sam bounced off of the alarm clock he was sitting on. The bold red letters showed a time of 06:15 a.m., and the light outside was just beginning to creep up over the horizon to display the landscape of junked cars and scattered parts to the world. The dusty Impala sat on her own, waiting patiently for her owner to come out to her.

Her owner, who was currently closed in a sleepy teen’s fist. Jacob clearly had no idea what was going on and hadn’t expected to be woken up by two guys the size of his fingers.

Sam snickered. “I told you!” he called over the gap to his disgruntled brother. “Let sleeping giants lie!”

Dean managed to free one of his arms from the lazy grip enough to flip Sam off. “And I told you. You got the expression wrong! It’s let sleeping dogs lie, and I didn’t bother Rumsfeld at all!”

He gestured vaguely towards the bookshelf, where Rumsfeld was still sprawled out protectively in front of the hideaway they’d chosen. His chocolate eyes were tiredly watching the brothers’ antics as they attempted to wake up the human and he heaved a noncommittal sigh.

While the increasingly-familiar bickering continued, Jacob propped himself up on one elbow, finally blinking his eyes open. He knew those voices, though he certainly hadn't expected to hear them so close by and so early. Their words started to make it through his sleepy daze, and he focused on his hand with shock growing on his face.

He hadn't even felt anyone walking on him. And yet here he was, mere seconds after grabbing one of them off of his chest without even knowing right away.

Dean, struggling fruitlessly and glaring daggers, was trapped in his fist. Jacob paled and released the tiny man onto the nightstand next to Sam. Dean dropped down and caught himself before he fell over as Jacob pulled back his hand. He moved quickly, as if worried he might knock them over with his proximity alone.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't realize ..." Jacob stammered, running a hand over his eyes to scrub the sleepiness from them. He turned his head aside and hid a yawn behind his arm before looking back at the pair.

"I'm really sorry," Jacob echoed, his last conversation with Dean fresh in his mind. He'd pissed Dean off before, and just now he'd probably made it even worse. "I didn't know you were there, or I wouldn't have grabbed, I swear."

Dean brushed his jacket off, making a show of appearing more annoyed than he actually was. Complaints aside, he and Sam both knew they were getting themselves into more than they could handle alone by being out in the human world. Jacob’s size was no more his fault than their size was theirs. “Yeah, whatever. We can’t have you sleeping the day away, can we?”

Sam smirked. “You have it easier than I do,” he told Jacob. “The last time Dean woke up before me, he dumped the last of our water over my head. And then he made me take the thimble and get it refilled, soaked shirt and all.”

“There was only a drop left in the bottom!” Dean complained. “It needed to be refilled no matter what. I just made sure you did it before everyone started waking up and using the hot water, that way the pipes down there were cool enough.” He turned to Jacob. “Besides. You don’t want to miss breakfast, do you?” The familiar smell of bacon was in the air, making his mouth water at the thought that they actually might be able to have one of his favorite foods for the first time in so many years.

Of course, they’d need Jacob’s help to get down there before it got cold.

Jacob, still surprised by his very unusual alarm for the morning, nodded slowly. "I guess not," he mumbled, sitting up all the way and swinging his legs off the side of the bed. He had to stretch his arms and roll his stiff shoulders before anything else. It was only a few days ago that he'd been hauling around heavy feed bags at his last job.

Fixing a car for someone less than four inches tall was going to be the most interesting work he ever managed to find. At least he'd have a place to stay and, from the aroma in the air, decent food to eat. That wasn't always such an easy thing to secure for himself. It all depended on the boss, and this time his boss was small enough to fit in his hand. As he'd demonstrated himself moments ago.

The mattress creaked as Jacob shifted, and he heard the dog grumbling sleepily from over by the bookshelf. Before standing up and probably waking Rumsfeld for real, Jacob paused to consider the pair on the nightstand.

"You guys want a ride to the kitchen, or were you gonna go yourselves?" he asked hesitantly, offering a hand in spite of his uncertainty. After Dean's outburst the night before, Jacob didn't want to come off as patronizing.

Sam took the hand instantly, sending an easy smile up at the human. “We could use a lift, if you don’t mind. Otherwise we might not get down there in time.” He didn’t mind admitting they’d need help for that. It was one thing to accept help when there was a time limit for the food. It would be completely different if Jacob had implied that they needed the help. The brothers had proven that they’d be able to get around the house find just by getting to his room.

Dean followed a few steps behind. The edge of the key to the Impala was sticking out of the leather duffel he had around his shoulders. It hadn’t left his side yet, not even when he was asleep, but it was definitely too long to fit comfortably in his bag. A good half inch of the metal was visible. “We can’t get started on the car until we have a good meal,” he declared, internally shocked by the thought of food waiting for them, a guarantee he hadn’t had in so long. He did his best not to show it.

Jacob couldn't hold back a grin, and some of his worry fell away. At least for now, they were back to having pretty normal conversation. Jacob was better at that, and as he carefully lifted them away from the nightstand and stood to his considerable height, he replied "Good point. It is the most important meal of the day." Jacob had a feeling he'd need all the energy he could get just to keep up with Dean's ambitions for the car.

He barely took two steps before he heard a snuffling and a groan as Rumsfeld woke up and noticed where Sam and Dean were. The dog trotted over to Jacob and he chuckled faintly. It was amazing the bacon smell hadn't woken the canine already.

Jacob led the way back out of the room, with Rumsfeld loyally following to make sure his small friends were okay. For the trip down the stairs, Jacob made sure his hand was held closer to his chest. The descent probably looked like a mountain to Sam and Dean; he wondered what it must be like to see such familiar things on such a scale.

On the main floor, Jacob found his way back to the kitchen and peered around the door. "Good morning," he greeted their host. "Want help with anything?"

Bobby glanced over from where he was cooking the last of the food he had around the house (that wasn’t canned and questionably old). He’d have to run out in the afternoon to grab more. With the Winchesters back from the dead and looking too thin to be healthy, he didn’t want them to have to worry about food.

He was definitely curious about where they’d gotten off to the night before. The two tiny guys had vanished without a trace, yet here they were. Just like Sam had promised. If they didn’t want to be seen, the house had more than enough nooks and crannies to make that a reality.

Instead, they were out in the open, standing on a hand that could close around them both without a problem. Jacob might have had a rough start with the brothers, but they had given him a second chance. Bobby hadn’t had much time to get to know the kid, but he seemed very softspoken and mellow, a good combination considering how easy it was to rile Dean up. Sam was the only person in the world that could weather his older brother’s moods without a problem.

Bobby would have to wish Jacob luck with that, especially after the outburst the night before.

He waved off the help. “Things are coming along and you’ve got your hands full.”

Of Winchesters.

Jacob smirked as he entered the room, glancing down at his two passengers. They only took up space on one of his hands, and even then they didn't take that much room. They could probably both lie down without crowding each other. It was little wonder that they'd been able to completely evade notice the night before when they went off on their own.

"Here we go," Jacob muttered, ferrying his hand to the table to let the brothers step down while he sat in the same chair as before. It felt a little strange, not helping with the food at all, but that was just leftover from his last job; he'd stayed in the farmhouse while he wasn't working, but he had pulled a lot of his own weight to keep the burden off the aging couple that owned the place.

New job, new environment, new rules. Probably lots of new rules.

He folded his arms on the table while he waited, leaning down a little so he wasn't looming. As much. He was beginning to notice that "not looming" was a lost cause with Sam and Dean. Hopefully it didn't bother them too much.

"So, Sam, what're you gonna do while Dean and I work on the car?" he asked, simple curiosity on his face.

As Dean made his way over to a book to sit on, Sam warmed right to the subject. “Bobby has the biggest library out of all the hunters we used to know,” he said brightly, sending a quick glance at the few books scattered on the table, one of which Dean was sitting on with his boots propped up. “I figure I can catch up on some reading.” He stared down at the table under his boots. “If Bobby doesn't mind, of course,” he finished lamely. It was still hard to imagine being able to plan something other than going out and hunting for food because the stores were low again.

Bobby came over with a plate that had a small amount of bacon and eggs on it - small for him, at least. For the two it was meant for, it was way more than enough.

“Get yer boots off that,” he said to Dean, making the older Winchester jump in surprise. “That's for readin,’ not for steppin’ on.” He watched Dean with a stern eye until he begrudgingly took his feet off the edge, dangling them off instead.

“I don't mind at all,” Bobby continued smoothly once Dean was sitting proper. “You can keep me company until I have to run out. There's some new additions you might want to check out.” He arched his eyebrows. “Like The Key of Solomon. I got hold of the real deal. Sucker has everythin’ you need to take care of the average demon.”

Sam was practically itching to bolt to the library even as the plate of food was lowered between him and Dean. “I think I'll check that one out first,” he said with his eyes practically glowing.

Bobby dropped off the last two plates, one for him and one for Jacob, before he sat down in his own spot.

'The average demon.' There are average demons. Jacob was suitably impressed with the idea, though he had a feeling that the very Catholic folk in his family would not approve of that kind of reading material. Good thing they'd never find out. He'd have a hard time explaining how he ended up working with a bunch of guys who knew how to exorcise demons. When he thought about it, he wouldn’t be able to safely reveal much of anything about what he was doing now.

Pushing that aside, Jacob observed that Sam was practically bouncing at the idea of getting at Bobby's book collection. Jacob wasn't an avid book reader, but it didn't take one to recognize one in Sam. And Sam had gone without regular access to books for over a decade. He had a lot of catching up to do.

"You guys'll be ready for anything, if you get all that stuff memorized," he mused. They could already climb well and hide like nobody's business. It just figured that they'd also end up with the knowledge to fight monsters, even if they didn't have a way to do the fighting themselves.

"I'm guessing Rumsfeld will keep you busy, too, he was looking for you guys everywhere yesterday," Jacob added.

Dean rolled his eyes. “Damn dog,” he muttered, hopping down from the book. He grabbed a piece of bacon before anything else. The grease that covered it didn’t dissuade him at all. It had been years since they’d had such good food available on command like this and he wasn’t going to waste the opportunity. Especially if this was all just some fever dream that he’d made up in a particularly bad bout of hunger, and he’d find himself back in the motel, searching for scraps.

Rumsfeld had certainly been determined the night before. He’d sought them out more than once, only leaving them be when Sam dissuaded him from his search. That had never lasted long. All too soon the dog would be back sniffing around. Dean had found a wet nose nudging his arm repeatedly throughout the night, trying to get him to pay as much attention to the dog as Sam did. He’d had to give in once, after Sam wouldn’t stop snickering at the wet spot on his jacket.

Even when they were sleeping, the dog had stayed determined in his job to watch after them. Dean had discovered him outside their hideaway in the bookshelf, watching the bed Jacob slept on with a wary eye. He had ended up sitting with the dog for an hour, joining in the nightly watch.

Sam grinned. “He can keep me company,” he said. “That way he doesn’t go knocking Dean off his feet while he’s trying to work on the car.” He’d been greatly entertained by the way Rumsfeld was determined to get scritches from his older brother. It was hard to say no to a dog that outweighed you… by a few hundred times, if not more.

Jacob smirked at that, starting in on his own breakfast for a few seconds. "I'm pretty sure Rumsfeld would knock me over if he didn't think you guys would go flying," he admitted, glancing over at the dog as he spoke. Rumsfeld might not be able to barrel Jacob over like most humans, but he could certainly knock him off balance if he caught him by surprise. That'd spell disaster for any passengers.

As he thought about how protective the dog had been, suddenly Jacob wondered about Rumsfeld's choice to sleep in his room. He had to have comfortable places to settle down that were better than the floor in front of the bookshelf.

Either Jacob was still on probation as far as the dog was concerned, or the brothers had found a place to rest right in the same room. That was a little strange to think about; two of the residents of the house could go almost entirely unnoticed if they wanted.

He glanced over to Dean, who had claimed some bacon and was working on it with the kind of vigor that suggested he hadn't had it in a long time. Poor guy. Bacon was no fun to miss out on. "I suppose you'll wanna get right to it after breakfast?" Jacob asked, already knowing the answer.

“No time like the present, right?” Dean said as he ate through his food. Sam opted for the eggs instead, picking at the fluffy yellow food. They were easier to manage at their size than the bacon. Not that Dean would change his choice anytime soon. “Hey, the longer it takes, the longer you’re stuck with me.” He doubted any human would enjoy having a person the size of their fingers in charge. It was hard to imagine Jacob even taking orders. The kid was frickin’ huge.

Dean gazed out the window, watching the light from the sun starting to creep in from the horizon. “And maybe I’ll get to see my baby the way she belongs again. Not covered in dust and forgotten.”

Like me and Sam...
The Road Not Taken 19
CHAPTER 19: Wakey Wakey

So file that under how not to wake a giant, and everyone got to have a yummy breakfast! :la:

Artwork for the chapter commissioned from the wonderful caycowa

Commission - SPN - Sam, Dean and Rumsfeld by caycowa 




If you have any questions or ideas about the new series, or if you're just curious about what we're up to right now, hit up brothersapart.tumblr.com!

kimstaticchild has deigned to be our beta reader for this fun series :heart:


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For all Supernatural stories by yours truly, please visit my Masterpost of Stories! If you still want more after that, the story tumblr is always open with fanart and you can ask about anything in the stories and see what we're currently up to! Visit Brothers Apart and give it a follow!

For anyone interested, my wonderful cowriter PL1 has several other collaborative works that she has worked on, along with a few great stories in her gallery. If you're in need of some good gt, give her gallery a check! And she's got all her cowritten stories listed together so they're easy to find: Collaborative Works by PL1

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Jacob Andris and his family © PL1

I do not own Sam, Dean, Bobby, John or any part of Supernatural. The storyline is the property of PL1 and nightmares06. Please do not repost. 

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nightmares06 Featured By Owner May 7, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
Oh, wow, thank you so much! I plan on continuing on with them in the future, once I get my desktop all replaced. It is one of my favorite art forms to dabble in.

Thanks for the favs! :hug:
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GoldFox20 Featured By Owner Apr 30, 2016
Thanks for the :+fav:!
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nightmares06 Featured By Owner May 1, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
You're welcome!
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nightmares06 Featured By Owner May 1, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
You're welcome!
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