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An American Pervert In London part 1
"So, where do we go for lunch?" asked Jason, looking
half-heartedly in one of the hundreds of shop windows. Yet
another combination tobacconist's and news stand. The
neighborhood was rife with them. An annoyed-looking proprietor
stared at him as he pressed his nose against the glass, and he
realized he was acting like a tourist again and looked away.
The view in Flora's direction was decidedly better, anyway.
She had dressed up before leaving the hotel room, apparently to
torment him. It was working. Now she was wearing a very tight,
very short latex miniskirt in an outrageous shade of purple. The
latex was so thin, it was slightly translucent, and when the
light hit it right, he could see little bubbles in the sweat
between her ass and the skirt.
Combined with the form-fitting jacket in a matching shade
of patent leather, the total effect was staggeringly loud, but
very sexy. Besides a half-cup push-up bra of shiny black rubber,
the tight-waisted jacket was all she wore above the waist. It
revealed and exaggerated her cleavage and, combined with the
bright colors, created the impression that she was an escapee
from a local art school.
Jason shrugged his new bomber jacket around him, unwilling
to believe that this overcast day was actually "nice spring
weather," as Flora had called it. He was glad he had bought the
version with a shearling lining, because it was the only thing
keeping him warm. The pattern of chrome studs on the back he
could have done without, but it was the only version that came
with the sheepskin.
"I dunno," Flora answered absently. She was squinting in
the overcast but bright daylight, looking through a tourist's
guide book. "Something besides pub food. The locals could learn
something about good food, you know." She shifted back and forth
a bit on her stiletto heels.
"Hey," defended Jason, "that place had damn good ale. Just
because you don't like fish..."
"I LIKE fish," retorted Flora, "I just don't like what THEY
did to it. I mean, vinegar? Eeew." She took a break from her
reading to stick her tongue out petulantly at a passing gent who
was admiring the view. It was not surprising, considering
Flora's outfit- even in Carnaby Street, where punks and
art-school types seemed to abound.
"What do you mean, you're supposed to LIKE the vinegar.
YOU'RE a Brit. It's been what, twenty-four hours? And already
your accent is thickening like yesterday's chowder." He smiled at
his little witticism, but pecked Flora on the cheek to take the
sting from his words.
She grinned and appeared ready with a riposte, when
something caught her attention over Jason's shoulder.
"Mandy! Over here!" She shouted over the din of the
tourist crowd and the traffic.
Mandy hurried up to them, loaded down with shopping bags.
Looking quite fashionable in her shiny black mackintosh and
calf-high boots, she was far better prepared for the threatening
sky than either Jason or Flora. Flora looked like she ought to
be freezing in her skimpy, revealing outfit, but she showed no
sign of it. Perhaps she was just used to the climate. She had
neglected to tell her companions what the weather was like in
England, but apparently Mandy had had a better idea English
weather than Jason.
"So, did you find what you were looking for?" Asked Jason.
She frowned and said, "More or less. I have to go back to
the Ectomorph shop after the con for a second fitting. Oh, and
I've bought you each a present."
"What, What?" Flora asked, jumping up and trying to look
into Mandy's bag, like a small child.
"Oh, you'll see. Wait 'till we get back to the hotel.
Hmm. I see I'm not the only one who's been shopping. New
shoes, my dear?"
Flora smiled coyly through her hair at Mandy, who was
walking around the younger woman, inspecting her new heels.
They were sky-high, bright purple, patent leather opera pumps,
matching her skirt, with the addition of half-a-dozen straps
across the instep, and a wide cuff around the ankle, attached to
the shoe at the back. A tiny padlock dangled from the hasp of
each cuff.
"What do you think?" Asked Jason, "I picked the style, and
Flora picked the color."
Mandy smiled approvingly. "I like, I like. Anything else?"
"I've been sorely tempted," said Jason, "but I'm saving my
money for the convention. Every fetish and perve shop in Europe
will be there, and I won't have to wear out my feet. Plus, if we
see something in the dealers room we like, we can always visit
their shop next week, if they're locals."
"Well," said Flora, "there was one little thing, er, pair
of things, I just couldn't resist. They weren't very
expensive!" She added defensively.
"So? Give. Let's see!" Mandy looked expectantly at
Flora's shopping bag.
"Weeelll, since you're going to make US wait until we get
back, I think I'll make YOU wait too." She put on her best
"mischievous child" grin.
Mandy gave her a stern look. "Fine. If that's the way you
want it. You know you'll have to pay for this little disobedience
later, don't you?"
Jason rolled his eyes skyward.
"And what are YOU looking gaga at?" Mandy gave Jason a
perturbed stare. Jason looked back, his innocent smile clearly
saying, `who me?'.
Mandy gave up. "Oh! You two! I'm starving. Let's find
something.."
"..to eat," finished Flora and Jason in unison.
Mandy peered around the block, evidently looking for a
promising eatery. "You too?" She said.
"We were just debating what to have when you walked up,"
answered Flora.
"Well, I don't see much here, and I don't fancy the hotel
food. What's your little book say?"
"Not much. Looks like a lot of tourist traps, if you ask
me."
"Flora and I passed an ice-cream shop about a block
back..." Jason offered helpfully.
Flora and Mandy looked at each other. Wide grins broke out.
"Chocolate Oblivion!" They cried in unison. They each
grabbed an arm of a bewildered looking Jason and hurried back
the way he and Flora had come.
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"Oh, God," moaned Jason, "that was wonderful." He leaned
back in the chair, holding his stomach. "...but I feel like the
Goodyear blimp," he added.
Flora and Mandy exchanged looks, and broke out in another
fit of giggles. The giggles had started about half-way through
their chocolate orgy, and they had hardly said a word since.
Jason was trying to be patient, but he kept getting the
impression that he was on the receiving end of an inside joke. It
didn't help that the giggles seemed uncharacteristic for the
usually cool Mandy.
"Oh Jesus, this is good fudge," Mandy finally said clearly.
She and Flora had been devouring a mound of Rocky Road under
rivers of hot fudge. "Not Hot Fudge Topping," Mandy had read off
the shops sign, "but real melted fudge! These people definitely
have the right idea!"
The two soda jerks, one a boy, the other a young woman and
apparently the manager, had been ogling the trio since they had
sat down, the boy trying not to be obvious as he alternately
stared at Flora and Mandy. When Mandy had doffed her mac,
revealing her tightly-laced, metallic silver, kid leather body
suit, you could almost hear the boy's jaw crack as it hit the
counter. Jason had watched in curious amusement when Flora had
gone up to ask the woman for a glass of water, and a long
whispered conversation had ensued between her and the young lady
at the end of the counter.
"So what was that all about," Jason asked when she got back.
"She wanted to know where she could find a skirt just like
this one," replied Flora, looking quite satisfied with herself.
"Not in purple, I hope," said Mandy.
"What's wrong with purple?" Countered Flora.
"Aside from the incredibly loud shade you picked," replied
Mandy, "nothing... but you never seemed to want bright colors
before- black used to be good enough until now..." She was
regarding Flora with thoughtful eyes.
"That's because I never bought something just for wearing
out in public before," Flora said. "I mean, EVERYONE wears
black rubber or leather at the convention, right? I just wanted
to be... different, that's all."
"You want to be different, eh?" asked Mandy in an odd tone,
staring intently into Flora's eyes. "But you ARE different, my
little slut, and you know it, don't you?" She had lowered her
voice to a deep and throaty purr, and Jason doubted that the two
behind the counter could hear. It would probably have been too
much for their perspiring young minds anyhow, he thought. Mandy
was still talking in low tones to Flora. "You are better than
they are, aren't you? You are more... valuable, because you are
mine."
Flora's eyes grew a little wider, but she didn't break
Mandy's gaze. She licked her lips. She began to look distracted,
as if listening to Mandy's little speech was the most important
thing in the world. Mandy's voice continued in a softly spoken,
unbroken torrent of words.
"You have experienced both heaven and hell, while they
fumble through their dreary lives like mice in a maze." Her voice
had taken on a monotonous, almost hypnotic quality. Jason had
never heard her speak this way before. The hair rose on the back
of his neck. Something's happening here, he thought. He had the
good sense not to interrupt with any questions.
"You live your life for pleasure, because you wish to,
isn't that right?" Flora's eyelids were drooping, Jason noticed.
"Mm-hmm," answered Flora. The air between the three of
them was charged with energy, and Jason shivered, despite the
warm jacket he still wore. Flora seemed fascinated with Mandy's
face in a dreamy sort of way, while at the same time, she
appeared distracted, as if listening to unheard music.
"What do you live for?" asked Mandy.
"Pleasure," murmured Flora.
"Why do you live this way?" insisted Mandy.
"Because I wish to," replied Flora, her voice sounding
almost drugged with happiness now. Jason was entranced.
Mandy's voice took on a more insistent tone. "Your pleasure
is my pleasure," Pause.
"My pleasure is your pleasure," came the answer.
"Your will is my will." Mandy stated it as a fact. Pause.
"My will is your will." Flora's eyes were closed now.
Shit, thought Jason, she's hypnotizing her! Where the hell
did she learn this? He snuck a glance at the two soda jerks.
They were oblivious to what was happening, quietly cleaning up,
only occasionally glancing at the three of them.
He realized Mandy hadn't said anything in a while. She was
watching Flora intently. Flora's head nodded slightly, as if she
were falling asleep. "Flora? Can you hear me?" asked Mandy.
"Mm-hmm."
"Flora, you know you are in a deep trance, don't you?"
"Mm-hmm."
"You will listen only to the sound of my voice. You will
not hear anyone or anything else, do you understand?"
"Mm-hmm."
Mandy looked at Jason, who appeared ready to burst with
questions. She grinned at him and leaned over to whisper in his
ear. "Later," she said quietly to him, "Right now I want to enjoy
this. You are going to go up and order a popcicle. I am going
to go to the bathroom with Flora. Wait a minute, then follow us.
Bring the popcicle with you."
"But..."
"No buts. We'll be in the men's room. Don't keep us
waiting."
Jason could only wonder what Mandy had in mind. She stared
at him expectantly. He headed for the counter. "Um, I'd like a
popcicle, if you have any," he asked the woman. She looked a
little less interested in her customers now, although her helper
was still obviously fascinated with Mandy.
"What flavor?"
"Um." He wondered for a moment whether the flavor mattered.
He looked at the boxes in the freezer display. "Orange, I
guess."
"25 cents." She rang it up, and went back to washing a
fountain mixer.
He took his popcicle back to their table, leaving it
wrapped. Mandy had already got up. Jason watched as she spoke
to the boy, then headed through the indicated door with Flora in
tow. Jason and the boy watched them appreciatively, Mandy's
small and muscular leather-encased ass and legs flexing with
muscle, followed by Flora's more ample, tightly- rubbered bottom
and hips wiggling and swaying with abandon.
Jason hit the bathroom door precisely a minute later,
without glancing at the two behind the counter, for fear they'd
be staring at him. They had to be suspicious now. He felt
distinctly self-conscious sucking the popcicle while he walked
into the "loo". To his relief, there were two rest room doors on
the other side of the outer door. Maybe they won't realize we're
in the same room, he thought.
At first, he saw no-one in the room. He was surprised how
large the bathroom was- most "water closets" he had seen so far
were literally closets. There were soft moans coming from one of
the stalls. He looked in. Flora was bent over the commode,
facing the wall, with her arms folded on the tank and her legs
astride the toilet. Her latex skirt was pulled way up, stretched
tightly around her waist and over her breasts. The leather jacket
and her bra were nowhere to be seen. Mandy stood behind her, one
hand cupping a breast, the other buried to the knuckles in
Flora's vagina. She motioned with her head for Jason to join
them. It was cramped, and he and Mandy had to squeeze beside
Flora to get the door closed, but once they had, there was little
more room to move around in. He discovered Flora's jacket and
bra hanging on the back of the door.
"Stop staring like a virgin," chided Mandy, "I want you to
do something." She turned to her slave. "Flora," she said
softly, "are you listening to me?"
"Mm-hmm."
"I am going to put a leather helmet on you, do you
understand?"
"Mm. Yes." Flora's voice was still a little dreamy, but
she sounded more alert.
"The helmet is very thick. It has a big gag and it fits
tightly. Once I put it on you, you won't be able to hear
anything, or speak at all, do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress." Jason could hear the excitement in her
voice now.
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No helmet was in sight. He began to become more than
a little excited himself.
"Your voice will not work at all, you will be unable to
moan, unable to make a sound, do you understand?"
"Yes."
"When I take it off, I will pinch your nose. Then you will
be able to hear and speak again, do you understand?"
"Mm-hmm."
"I am putting the helmet on you now, can you feel it?"
Mandy had her hands around Flora's head, and was stroking them
down around her ears.
"Yes."
"When I am finished lacing up the helmet, you will feel a
pinch on the back of your neck, and you will no longer be able
to hear or make a sound, do you understand?"
"Mm-hmm"
She pressed her hands against Flora's head and face. "I am
lacing it up now, and it is getting tighter." Flora moaned
softly. Mandy pushed her fingers into Flora's mouth momentarily.
"The gag is pushing past your lips, filling your mouth. Soon you
will be completely deaf and dumb." Flora moaned again, very
softly, hardly more than a breath, though her mouth had formed a
round `O'.
Jason realized suddenly that he had been holding his
breath, and started breathing again, heavily.
Mandy pinched the back of Flora's neck. Flora jerked
slightly, but remained silent. "Flora, I want you to sit down,"
she said. Flora remained standing. "Flora, I'm talking to you!"
she hissed. "Flora, can you hear me? Just nod your head if you
can hear me." Nothing happened. Mandy grinned at Jason. Without
warning, she drew her hand back and gave Flora a tremendous swat
on the bottom. Flora jerked, and her buttocks tensed and
squirmed a bit, but she made no sound. As Jason watched, the
colored outline of Mandy's hand appeared faintly on Flora's
beautiful bottom.
"Run your popcicle over her cunt," commanded Mandy.
Jason's eyes grew wide, but he did as he was told.
"Is she really deaf?" he asked. Flora jerked when he
touched the icy popcicle to her, and bounced up and down several
times, as if unable to tolerate it's touch, but unwilling to let
it leave her for very long. Orange colored juice began dripping
down one leg.
"Looks like it," replied Mandy. She moved to one side, and
massaged Flora's breasts through the thin rubber of the skirt.
"Put it in," she added after a few moments.
"Waitaminute," said Jason, flustered, "it's frozen! Won't
she... I mean..."
"Just keep it moving, don't let it stay in one place. Put
it in now! I know what I'm doing." Her eyes flashed sternly at
him, and he knew he would be hearing about his hesitation later,
under less comfortable circumstances.
Jason plunged the icy confection into Flora's already
dripping sex. Flora tensed all over, as if she were being
electrocuted. She didn't change position however, she stood
frozen in place, stooped over, her muscles quivering, her entire
torso shaking.
"Keep it moving!" commanded Mandy, "fuck her with it!"
Jason plunged the fat popcicle in and out of Flora, while
Mandy viciously tugged, twisted, and squeezed Flora's breasts and
nipple rings. Flora was actually humping the ice-cold popcicle
now- Jason had only to hold it in one position. He noticed
suddenly, to his surprise, that he had developed a tremendous
erection.
"Enough," said Mandy, "take it out." Flora squirmed her ass
a little as he did. Mandy grabbed her shoulders and pulled her
upright, then forcibly turned her around, facing the door. She
pointed to the toilet seat. "Sit," she commanded. It took Jason
a second to realize she meant him. He squeezed past Flora, and
sat down on the closed lid. Mandy pushed him back against the
tank, made him scrunch down a little on the seat. She maneuvered
Flora backwards, until her legs were astride the toilet again. In
her stiletto heels, her ass was as high as Jason's face. Mandy
stood in front of her, pulled her shoulders down until she was
bent over, her hands now resting on Jason's knees.
Mandy looked at Jason over Flora's back. "Well, what are
you waiting for? Clean her up!"
Jason was happy to oblige, and buried his face in Flora's
crotch. The combination of orange flavored juice and her own
natural taste was bizarre, but he decided that he liked it. There
was something intoxicating, unnaturally arousing, about her
scent, her taste. He had read once somewhere, that humans didn't
really have pheromones, those chemicals that involuntarily
excited moths and other animals. If that was really true, then
perhaps Flora was a freak of nature, for her taste somehow
excited him terrifically, like no-one else's, including Mandy.
Mandy was doing something that made Flora's ass sway. He
took a break to see what it was. Mandy had hold of Flora's
skirt. "What are you looking at?" she said, "get back to work."
As soon as he did, he felt Mandy pulling the thin latex skirt
down over Flora's hips, and then his head! He had to move
forward a bit, but Mandy pulled it down, until his head was
trapped between Flora's crotch and the tightly stretched rubber.
It was more or less the situation Mandy had put him in when they
had first made love, when he was still an innocent teen.
In no time, the space under the skirt became hot and humid,
and he occasionally had to pause from his licking and sucking to
take huge gasps of Flora- and rubber-scented air.
Before long, he felt Flora swaying and bucking against his
face, though she made no sound at all. He started humming, on a
low note, while his mouth was pressed to her sex. She pressed
even harder back against his face, and he became hard-pressed to
breathe at all. Though he was becoming light-headed, he could
feel she was close to orgasm, and didn't want to spoil it. Just
when he thought he would pass out from lack of oxygen, he felt
her shudder and buck violently, her cunt spasming and literally
trying to suck in his nose when she shifted position.
Desperately, he reached down, grabbed the toilet bowl rim, and
pulling backwards and down, extracted his head from her skirt.
He looked up to see Mandy grinning down at him.
"You're lucky you brought her off before you `pulled out',"
she said, "or I might have had to punish you."
"Oof!" sighed Jason, "Ahh, isn't someone out there going
to- phew! -get suspicious soon?"
"Probably. Let's get her dressed. No, wait- I have an
idea." She rummaged in her purse. "I was going to wait 'til we
got back to the hotel, but..." She showed him a long box, covered
with fancy embroidery. "I picked these up at a shop called
Trash," she said, opening the lid. Inside were four very large,
highly polished ball bearings, maybe two inches in diameter.
Jason took one out and turned it in his hand. It was NOT a ball
bearing. It weighed far less than it ought to judging from it's
size, but it also quivered and shook in his hand as if alive.
"Ben Wa balls," he breathed, "jeezus they're huge! And
they don't rattle?" He looked quizzically at Mandy.
"They're the real thing- there's mercury inside instead of
a solid ball. Don't worry- The shells are welded stainless steel,
and leak tested, so no-one's going to get poisoned. They cost an
arm and a leg, too," she added.
Jason grinned back at her, and rubbed the cold ball against
Flora's still-moist pussy. She jumped slightly, but didn't
retreat. He licked it all over, then put it back against her,
pushed gently. Almost at once, Flora shoved her ass backwards,
and it disappeared inside. He heard a zipper. He looked up,
took another ball from the box Mandy had set down on Flora's
back. The other two were now gone. He looked at Mandy. She
looked nonchalantly back, then turned to rummage in her purse
again. Puzzled, he turned back to the job at hand. He moistened
and pushed in the other ball.
"What if they fall out?" he asked.
"We'll take care of that in a minute," replied Mandy.
"Aha!" she said softly, producing a small tube from her purse.
"K-Y jelly?" asked Jason, "I don't think she needs..."
"Lube her ass, smart boy," ordered Mandy, with a wry smile
on her face. Obediently he put a gob around her asshole, lubed
his finger, and pushed it in, wiggling it around. She responded
silently, pushing back at him slightly. `Oink-oink', he thought
at her.
"That's right, get her good and loose," urged Mandy. He
felt Flora relax her sphincter, and pushed in another gob, then
another finger. He felt her twitch around him, but she didn't
seem uncomfortable. He rotated his fingers, and had just put his
pinky in when he heard the zipper again. He looked up. Mandy
had the front of her leather jump suit unzipped, and was handing
him another ball. It was nicely warm. A light went on in his
head. He lubed it up with some trepidation and presented it two
Flora's rear. To his surprise, it took very little pressure
before it popped inside. He looked back at Mandy. She reached
into her suit, removed the other ball from her other armpit and
handed it to him.
"Tell me," she said, zipping up, "do you prefer to look at
me naked, or dressed in leather?"
"You know the answer to that one," he said sheepishly. He
pushed on the second, now slippery, sphere carefully.
"No. That's not what I mean. I know you love rubber as
much as I do. I'm talking about leather. You said once that it
didn't excite you nearly as much as latex. So, what I want to
know is, is leather more exciting than plain skin?"
The ball plopped inside. "I guess..." replied Jason
thoughtfully, leaning back against the tank, "I guess I like
leather better with a little skin showing- I like the contrast.
But completely concealing leather is better than bare skin, I
suppose, if it fits tightly. And you know I love the way THAT
suit fits."
"Yeah, I know," said Mandy. She straightened Flora up, and
pulled the tight rubber skirt back up over her hips. "I'll be
right back." She opened the stall door, winked at a dumbfounded
Jason, and waltzed out. She was back in less than thirty seconds
with one of her shopping bags. "They're suspicious alright," she
said when she had re-entered the stall, "but I don't think
they'll be any trouble." She grinned slightly. "That boy was
sitting, absolutely wide-eyed, at one of the tables, and the girl
watched me the whole way to our table and back. I think she
might be bi; she kept licking her lips, when she thought I wasn't
looking. Okay, here we go."
She pulled out a black rubber panty sort of thing from the
bag. At Mandy's request, Jason helped her put it on Flora,
holding up one foot then the other, while Mandy pulled it up
Flora's legs. It was like a wide g-string, but the crotch piece
was wider than usual, starting out an inch wide at the back, and
except for the waist belt, was completely covered with tall,
bulbous rubber knobs on the inside. It fit very tightly, and it
was obvious to Jason that it would keep the metal balls in,
although he didn't think she'd be able to walk very far in it.
Then a thought struck him.
"You know lover, that skirt is nearly transparent in
sunlight."
Mandy stared at him as if he had just announced that
gravity made things fall down. "I have eyes, you know. She'll
deal with it." She pulled Flora's skirt the rest of the way down
over her ass.
Even in the less-than-adequate light of the bathroom, Jason
could make out the darker outline of the black g-string through
the translucent purple rubber. He shook his head.
"We'd better get out of here," he said.
"Go ahead," replied Mandy, "meet us at the corner. I have
something I want to do first."
Jason left the bathroom, shaking his head, and smiling to
himself. On his way out of the shop, he summoned the guts to
wink at the boy, still sitting at an empty table. The boy
blushed to his hairline.
Back in the stall, Mandy caressed Flora's head and face
firmly, as if sliding something over her skin, then tweaked her
nose. Flora worked her mouth silently, as if un-cramping her jaw,
then sighed silently.
"Flora, can you hear me?" Mandy asked softly.
"Yes my love."
Mandy grabbed both of Flora's earlobes and pulled down
gently. "Flora, can you feel this?"
"Mm-hmm."
"Remember that. When I pull on your ears again, you will
wake up completely, but you will not remember anything that has
happened, or anything that has been said. You will obey all of
the instructions that have been given to you, without thinking
about them. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Now Flora, I want you to listen very carefully. You are
wearing Ben Wa balls and grope panties. Can you feel them?"
Flora moved a hand against her skirt, squirmed her legs
together slightly. She hummed softly. "Yes, Mistress. Oh,
yes."
"Flora, in a little while, I will wake you up and we will
walk back to the hotel. You know what will happen. You will
become very excited by the balls bouncing inside you and by the
panties rubbing your clit. But you will not be able to come.
This is very important Flora, so I will say it again. No matter
how much you are excited, no matter how good it feels, the
sensations will not be quite enough stimulation for you to
climax. You won't be able to come until you hear me say a
certain word. When I say that word, your stimulation will be
complete, and only then will you be able to come. Do you
understand, Flora?"
"Yes, my love." Her expression was one of peace, of
satisfaction.
"Now Flora, what will happen after you wake up?"
"We'll walk back to the hotel, with the balls inside me,"
here she gave a little shudder, "but I won't come until you
say... some word." Her brow furrowed as, at some deep level, she
realized she didn't know what the word was.
"Flora, would you like to know what the word will be?"
"Yes please, Mistress." She looked genuinely anxious now.
"I will not say it now. When you are awake, the word will
be... `autoeroticism'. The word WILL be `autoeroticism'. Now, I
haven't said it yet. You may not come until you are awake and
you hear me say it, do you understand?"
"Mm-hmm." A faint look of relief crossed Flora's face.
Mandy smiled, opened the stall door and backed up. Leaning
forward, she pulled down on each of Flora's ears.
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