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Post by Irial Keenan Black on Dec 30, 2009 18:42:56 GMT -8
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Irial Black loved the cold. Absolutely loved it. He embraced the winter with thin, pale arms. As he walked barefoot through the slush, people stared at him in his shorts and tank top. He must look insane, walking around wearing summer clothes. His hands were shoved in his pockets, his head nodding to the music that pulsed through his headphones. Classical. He smiled, his teeth looking completely normal with his glamour on. Only a few people actually saw him for what he was; a monster. He flashed one of them a toothy grin, shark-like teeth shining, making the kid flinch and cling to his mother’s skirt. So young. So innocent. The ex-king could see a few pixies in the trees, moving in on him. The ten-year-old boy wouldn’t even make it home that night. He laughed at the helplessness of the child. “The trick is to not look,” he murmured, kicking up a mound of slush. If you see them, they will see you. It was simple. That’s why Irial tried not to see anything any more. He needed to stay hidden, or those filthy royals would find him and rope him in. Even if they didn’t need him anymore, he was a threat to the Unseelie court. He still had influence there. The sooner he was dead, the better.
“Hmmm. What shall I do now?” he murmured to himself as he leaned against the door of the only tattoo shop in town. He was a regular there, even if he never got tattoos done by anyone but the owner. He pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and slipped one of the thin smokes out, then shoved the rest back in. He pressed his index finger against the end and sucked before it lit. He chuckled, blowing smoke rings into the air. “Ah, that feels nice," he purred. He closed his eyes as the snow continued to fall, melting against his bare shoulders and his hot breath. He took another drag off his smoke, then opened his eyes to an angry-looking female with green hair. “Move your fucking ass, Iri, or I’ll move it for you,” she hissed at him. He made a face and blew smoke at her. “Then fucking move me, Valetta,” he snarled, scowling. She made strangling gestures with her hands and shoved him aside, unlocking the back door to the parlour. “You’re lucky you were king, otherwise I’d incinerate your ass,” she told him, slipping through the door and slamming it behind her. He laughed. “Still a coward as always, Val!” Picking fights just wasn’t as satisfying anymore… especially when no one fought back. But… maybe he could find someone to play with.
He could only be that lucky.
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Post by Seth Torenths on Dec 30, 2009 19:19:20 GMT -8
Seth was walking down the sidewalk as he groaned from the warmth that was overwhelming to him. Naturally, as a fairy, his temperature was quite a bit higher than that of a human. It was aggravating him quite a bit and making his hair and eyes change to a very intense red color. A few eyes wandered his way as he passed and he rolled his eyes at them. “Fuck me…fuck me…fuck me..” he whispered not in the mood to get crap from all the ignorant humans around.
“Fuck it…” He said before pulling off his jacket and shirt, revealing a well toned chest and both of his tattoos. He glanced back and forth and exhaled slowly, his hair and eye color changing to his normal brown.
Seth stopped as he heard a familiar voice that made his eyes widen and excitement rush through him for a moment. Seth glanced around and could not see the figure he was hoping, but kept hearing the voice. “Irial, where the hell are you?!” He asked before turning the corner finding Irial. His heart thumped a bit out of beat as a mischievous smile grew on his lips.
“What a pleasure it is to finally find you again good looking.” He said approaching Irial and wrapping his arms around the small beautiful figure in front of him. “Oh my it has been a long time since I’ve held you in my very arms.” He said hoping to spark up some warm memories. “Oh my, you are dressed so nicely.” He teased softly with a nip at Irial’s ear.
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Post by Irial Keenan Black on Dec 30, 2009 19:43:43 GMT -8
Irial sighed, tipping his head back, looking up at the ugly gray sky. It really wasn't going to clear up any time soon. He was going to be stuck with freezing weather until March at the earliest. He puffed out rings of smoke, waving his hand in the chilly air to make them change shape to squares, triangles, pentagons. Simple magic that a brownie could pull off. He chuckled. "Winter, my love, stay longer this year. You and I both know the Summer Court don't need any more reign over the world," he told the sky, his breath creating a cloud of frozen air and smoke. The human drugs felt good in his system. And since they couldn't kill him or affect him pass calming his nerves down a bit, he could smoke his nicotine as long as he wanted. He sighed, putting the cigarette out on the door behind him, sketching a little smiley face out in the wood with the ash. Valetta was going to kill him for screwing with her door, but he didn't care. He was having fun killing time by loitering outside the tattoo parlour. “Irial, where the hell are you?!”
Irial stiffened at the sound of that voice. Who the fuck was trying to find him? He knew that they were calling his name, looking for him. Who else was named Irial in the small town of Nevermore? He glanced around, suddenly nervous, his heart pounding in his chest. He saw the shirtless faery walk up and expected him to keep walking, or ask him to move like the woman had. But no. The man walked right up to him and pulled him into a tight hug, making him blush and gasp and being pressed against someone that attractive. "Um..." he mumbled, feeling small and childish compared to the man. His arms were pinned up against his sides and his heart was hammering fast, even for a faerie. He frowned as the man spoke, confused. Has he held me before? he wondered silently. The warmth and arms felt familiar, but Irial had had many lovers before and after he was king. He wasn't sure who exactly this faerie was. But he seemed to know his name. Points for that. Most people he fucked didn't even remember that, they were so drunk on him, or the wine he liked to supply to the stubborn ones. He gasped when he felt teeth on the top of his ear, blushing an even deeper red. No one bit him like that, except maybe... "Seth?" he asked softly, not daring to look up in case he was wrong.
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Post by Seth Torenths on Dec 30, 2009 20:36:13 GMT -8
A smile widened across his expression as Irial finally guessed his name correctly. “Mhm.” A smirk arose upon Seth’s lips he gently pulled back from Irial to get a full glance at him. “You haven’t changed much hun. Except for the clothing of course.” Seth spoke in a teasing voice, as he crossed his arms over his chest, a pleased sigh released from his lips. “It’s been such a long time.” He whispered a bit softly as some emotions arose from the past, something that he hadn’t ever settle with Irial, but when he was with his family, the type of relationship Irial and him would have had would have been unacceptable.
Seth tried to recall the last time he had actually seen Irial, but couldn’t quite put his finger on that moment at first. “Hmmm..really has been a long time.” He said, eyebrows furrowing as he remembered and wondered how he could forget Irial. He had an intimate night with him, but it was to say goodbye. Seth’s heart dropped before him at this thought. What he did then may have been a bit shallow and he hated himself for a moment.
Slowly, Seth moved forward again, his arms slipping around Irial in a tight hug. Seth could honestly say that he missed Irial. He hasn’t ever missed anyone that he has ever been intimate with and it’s odd that he would remember this moment, but he didn’t care. He would just have to get used to the idea. [/size][/font] |
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Post by Irial Keenan Black on Dec 30, 2009 21:39:05 GMT -8
Irial smiled up at Seth. It had been too long without seeing him. Even if he usually didn't really care where his one-night stands went off to, Seth had been a pretty good lover, even if it had been to say good by to him. He sighed when the taller faerie pulled back, looking up at him. Iri liked his smirk. It was full of promises that wouldn't be kept. "I like the cold. You knew that. Know that." He laughed, the sound shaky and nervous. "Yes, it has. Decades. I nearly forgot about you." He reached up and stroked his fingers across the taller faerie's cheek, his long, sharp nails barely scraping over his skin, tracing shapes lightly in his skin. He had a strange desire to make him bleed, to taste his blood on his fingers, just once. Irial knew that he'd get in trouble if he just started to randomly started slicing into someone he really didn't know all that well. But the idea was temping.
Iri nodded when Seth said that it had been a long time again. It had. He couldn't deny it. Even if he hadn't thought about Seth in ages, he was always at the back of his mind. they were both ex-kings by now, both courtless. they were in the same boat, really. He smiled as he was pulled back into a tight hug, his thin ribs flexing between the strong chest and the warm arms. He breathed him in happily, looking up to press a quick kiss to Seth's lips. "You in the mood to play with me again, my sweet Seth?" he asked softly, his lips against his ear. He hadn't been touched in almost a full month, and he was in need of even a quick fuck. Anything to just take his mind off his troubles for a few hours. And Seth was the perfect person to help him get off his head for a while. "Please?" He knew he sounded a bit desperate, but he really wanted Seth right now. They probably wouldn't even make it to his home if Iri had his way, they'd be so caught up in each other. He giggled nervously and pressed his mouth to Seth's. "I really have missed you. You were one of my favorites. And I don't lie." He smirked.
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Post by Seth Torenths on Dec 30, 2009 21:58:35 GMT -8
Seth was caught off guard by the kiss, even if it was only a small kiss. Only to be even more surprised by how quickly Irial wanted him to take him. After a moment of silence, he nodded. “Of course, my dear.” He said as he returned the kiss the second time and smiled as Irial whispered what he did. Seth then kissed him back rather deeply, his hands gently coming to pull Irial to him, one hand on his back, the other on his neck. A deep attraction was tugging at him once more as he nipped Irial’s lower lip.
“Where did you want to go though?” He whispered huskily into the smaller fairy’s ear as his tongue played on his ear, his teeth also dragging on his skin. Part of him just wanted to ravish the little fairy before him until he couldn’t. His lips traveled down his neck as he bit into the skin teasingly, his urge to pleasure and be pleasured growing quickly. “Because as much as I would enjoy doing this right here and now, others might object to such activities.” A mischevious smirk rode on his lips as he whispered those words into his skin.
He hadn’t been this turned on in a long time and it took a special person to do that. Usually a fairy, but he settled for humans and for women even. They weren’t hard to find when you just looked and some even found him. Seth’s hips naturally grinded into Irial’s, a sense of his own desperate ways showing. He bit his lower lip, hoping there might be a place close by or even Irial’s home close by.
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Post by Irial Keenan Black on Dec 30, 2009 22:56:57 GMT -8
“Of course, my dear.” He had said yes! Irial wrapped his arms around Seth's neck as they kissed, his fingers tangling up in the other faerie's hair. Iri let out a gasp as he felt teeth on his bottom lip and he squirmed against him, loving it. He couldn't help but love the hands on his body, holding him close. You wouldn't be able to fit a piece of paper between their chests. He liked it that way. “Where did you want to go though?” Irial wasn't sure where he wanted to go, honestly. He didn't want to wait to enjoy Seth, not one damn moment. His moan as Seth kissed his neck was quiet enough not to draw any attention from anyone but the man kissing him. He liked the idea of screwing right there in the snow, but no one wanted to see that. "Valetta will kill us if we defile the parlour. She hates me already today, I don't need to be put on a hit-list, too." He gasped, shivering as the warm breath of the other faerie tickled down his bare skin. God, it felt so good to be touched like this, he thought, grinning.
As Seth's hips ground against his own, he groaned, his fingernails sinking into his shirt. "W-we could go to my place... I live in one of the factories, n-not too far from here.... or we could get a h-hotel room. Whichever you prefer," he stuttered out, feeling almost sick with desire. It had been way too long. It wasn't fair that they had to meet up after so long. Irial really did like Seth. One of the only reasons he hadn't gotten into much besides a one-night stand with him was because Seth's parents would never approve of him dating their son. It was just wrong for two faeries to date, especially if they were both males, and ex-kings to boot. "Mmm. Seth, that feels so good," he whispered into the taller faerie's ear, his hands sliding down to play with his chest. "My h-house isn't far. Just a quick... walk. That way." He pointed in the direction of the looming gray buildings with the black smoke stacks that no longer puffed any thing but cold air and dark magic at times.
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Post by Seth Torenths on Dec 31, 2009 6:26:02 GMT -8
Irial’s moan only made Seth that much more turned on as he kissed him back. A groan escaped his lips as he slipped his tongue into Irial’s mouth, his body shivering for a moment in anticipation. “I have a better idea. My place is closer.” He mumbled against Irial’s lips, his strong arms picking Irial up in one swoop. He knew they would get a few looks, but he didn’t honestly care. All that mattered at this point was that Irial was here. Everything about Irial had turned him on that it didn’t take a second for Irial to get him into bed, if they even made it to this said bed. Most likely they probably wouldn’t, but maybe over time they would.
Seth began walking calmly towards his house which was pretty much straight shot to the right from where they were standing. “I live three minutes from here.” He whispered into the fairies ear as he tugged at the fairy’s ear with his teeth teasingly. His eagerness for this moment was growing with each step so much that it made him quiver again.
After those three minutes passed, Seth nearly buckled down the door as he closed it soon after and gently set Irial down. “Let the games begin, my little fairy.” He whispered into Irial’s ear with a smirk written across his face. His fingers wandered down to Irial’s shirt as he pressed his lips to Irial’s neck and bit down, sucking a bit hard before releasing to pull his shirt off. His fingers slipped down to slip his shorts off as he kissed Irial passionately.
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Post by Irial Keenan Black on Dec 31, 2009 12:29:48 GMT -8
Irial's mind went blank when Seth's tongue pushed into his mouth, an explosion of desire and passion making his stomach flip. His fingers dug deeper into his back, his nails almost piercing the skin. He was panting by the time Seth let him breath, shaking a little with all his pent-up desires. "Yes, yes. Closer is better," Iri whispered back eagerly. He squeaked as Seth picked him up, clinging to him tightly. He was blushing now because people were staring. He wished he wasn't so damn small. This wouldn't be as embarrassing if he was the one carrying Seth. But he really couldn't change his build at all, not even with his glamour on. Three minutes wasn't that long, he told himself silently, gasping as Seth bit down on his ear. He was the only person he'd ever met that teased him in that way. He squirmed, feeling the need to complain that Seth's teasing was completely unfair. "Y-you tease!" he told him, sounding as small and childish as he felt.
As they made it to Seth's apartment, he was practically squirming to get out of Seth's arms so he could start tearing at his clothes. When he was set down onto his feet, he grinned, big and goofy. "Yes. Let the games begin," he repeated, his arms going back around Seth tightly. His head tipped back as he felt lips, tongue, teeth against his throat, a moan breaking from his own lips as he sucked on his pale flesh. "Aaah." His sigh was shaky with want. When the fingers tugged off his shirt, he groaned. Seth was teasing and he knew it. His own hands went after Seth's shirt, nails shredding at the fabric. It was a nice shirt, but Iri knew it would look better on the floor. He tugged the shirt over the taller faerie's head, having to stand up on his tiptoes to do it, his hips grinding against his, wriggling out of his shorts, standing there in only his boxers. He bit his lip, looking up at Seth with a devilish smirk, his mouth pressing against his chest, kissing his way down, his hands undoing his pants and letting them drop. He'd missed this. He'd missed Seth. He missed being touched like this. Irial let out a laugh, his lips kissing across the other faerie's abdomen. "Mmm. Seth... I've missed this," he purred.
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Post by Seth Torenths on Dec 31, 2009 13:10:30 GMT -8
Seth feeled the nails dig into his back as he hissed softly, but he always loved those nails. He missed them even if they did draw blood. Seth laughed softly as Irial called him a tease. “Well ya know, that’s me. A big god damn tease.” He stuck his tongue out at the smaller fairy. He loved this so so much and oh how much he had missed this. He laughed a little more as Irial was squirming and so eager like a little kid who wanted candy so bad he was going to beg until he got it. The moaning and groaning made him that much more eager. The sounds seemed to make him want to press on and move faster. A groan came from his own lips as the smaller fairy grinded his hips against his. Seth closed his eyes as the fairy began stripping him of his clothing and following with kisses. A smile spread across his lips as he said those words which were so good to hear. “Me too.” He replied, anticipation growing overwhelming again.
Seth knew they were both in boxers and Irial would probably remove his soon or, well, vise versa. A groan came from the idea of how close they were to pleasuring each other and it made him that much closer to ravishing Irial. The soft lips on his abdomen made him smile even more. “Someone else teases, even if they weren’t trying to.” He said with a smirk as he peaked open one eye down at Irial.
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Post by Irial Keenan Black on Dec 31, 2009 14:58:31 GMT -8
Irial never intentionally teased anyone. He just did what he wanted and if you liked it, then great. If you thought it was too unfair, he'd tell you to suck it up. But he couldn't tell Seth that. Never. He liked teasing him, too. He glanced up at him through his lashes, his chlorophyll green eyes seeming to smile. "You don't like it?" he asked innocently as he ran his tongue across his navel, intentionally trying to get the man to squirm. He laughed a little, kissing his stomach one more time before his mouth was back against Seth's, pushing him up against the door roughly. He growled softly, playfully, as he started to tug off Seth's boxers; he'd let the brunette take off his. Once he heard the sound of fabric fluttering to the floor. He smirked against Seth's lips. He was having fun, he couldn't deny that. Irial's lips parted and he slid his tongue into his mouth. He loved this. Loved being near Seth. If only his parents weren't so scared of their son being with a man. Their relationship could have gotten so much farther than that one night of sex.
"It's sad that the only time we ever touched was when I said goodbye," he murmured against Seth's lips softly, frowning. Irial slowly pulled back from him to breathe, his breath coming out in pants still. He looped an arm around Seth's shoulders, his other one around his waist as he pulled his naked body away from the door and toward the living room. When he found the room, he stepped out of his boxers and pulled Seth down onto the floor on top of him. "Mmm. Take me, Seth. I'm yours," he whispered softly, kissing his lips.
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Post by Seth Torenths on Dec 31, 2009 16:09:06 GMT -8
Seth smirked down at Irial more as a bit of happiness filled his eyes. “Of course I do.” He smiled while sticking his tongue out. A shiver ran through him as he felt a tongue over his navel. “Irial…” He groaned out softly as he heard the innocent laugh before his boxers fall, completely exposed to Seth as he reached up, snagging Irial’s boxers, yet pulling him closer and let them fall after he felt himself thrusted into the door. Another groan left his mouth, this time against Irial’s lip, a soft growl incorporated into it. His tongue now danced with Irial’s as Seth’s hair slowly changed to a dark blood red, pleasure from each moment creeping in. Irial’s next words made him hesitate for a moment as guilt set in a little, his hair changing to green along with his eyes as he stared into his partner’s eyes. “Very much so.” He whispered before returning the kiss as he came to rest over Irial, the small fairy below him whispering the small words he did. His hair and eyes changed to a dark red again that depicted his feelings all too well. He found his heart pulling at more than just a physical attraction and he couldn’t resist this anymore.
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Seth lay staring at the crackling fire as he was layed on his side in bed, the warmth radiating against his body as a small content smile rested on his face. For once, he felt content again, more so than he had so many nights ago when he last slept with Irial. This night was so much more enjoyable unlike that night so long ago. Seth rolled over, feeling Irial’s hands for a moment before Seth slipped his arms around the fairy before him and brought him close. “Mmmm…feel better?” he whispered with a small smirk on his lips. “I hope you won’t be running away. Even though you have the right because I did that to you so long ago.” He whispered softly along with a sigh following.
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Post by Irial Keenan Black on Dec 31, 2009 17:52:19 GMT -8
The warmth of the room was choking, the heat of the fire making his skin prickle painfully. He needed to get outside. And soon. But he couldn't just leave. That would be wrong, and unfair to both of them. He'd managed to kick off the blankets, so at least he was getting a small chill from the winter air. Iri opened his eyes when he felt something brush his hand. Seth was still there. He smiled. But of course he hadn't left, it was his own damn house. Irial giggled as he felt the arm tighten around his waist, pulling his skinny body close against Seth's. He purred, pressing a kiss to the brunette's chest. He liked the way Seth held him, as protective as ever. "Yes. I feel much better. Thank you," he whispered, closing his eyes, resting his head on Seth's shoulder. "You're better at this than you were last time we met. You've had practice, haven't you?" Laughing without meaning to, he snuggled closer up to him.
He smiled as he heard Seth ask if he would leave. He could. He should. Just to make him feel as miserable as he'd made Irial feel when he left that morning. But he found himself whispering back, "No, I'm not going to leave. It would make me... sad." He sighed, too, being almost too honest. He knew he cared about Seth, but he couldn't admit that, not when he was so scared of getting into any sort of relationship. Iri groaned in annoyance and kissed Seth's soft, warm lips. "Tell me that I'm more than just a quick fuck. Tell me that I'm more than just someone you can take pleasure in. Please, Seth," he whispered, his tone almost desperate. "Even if your parents think it's wrong, please... just tell me I'm more than a whore to you." He blushed a deep red, pressing his face into Seth's chest, breathing in his sweaty, salty smell. So comforting.
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Post by Seth Torenths on Dec 31, 2009 20:15:57 GMT -8
Seth smiled, keeping Irial, the one person that meant most to him, encased in his arms. He hadn't had anyone to hold in a long time and it had taken a toll on him. For the last few years, he had been on his own, especially after being rejected by his family. He felt Irial curl into his chest softly as Seth laughed at his words. "Well, between a few men and women, there had ought to have been an improvement." He remarked as he nuzzled Irial's temple.
Seth felt an uncomfortable silence arise as he glanced down at Irial, rubbing his back gently and soothingly. Finally, Irial gave the reason for the uncomfortable silence between them. Seth layed there quietly for a moment before tightening his arms around the one fairy he'd do anything for. "Hun, I believe I love you. You will always be more to me than that." He paused, his eyes starting to tear up because they both were on the same boat here. "I don't think my family is even cares that I'm gone. They certainly aren't looking for me, so, therefore, their rules don't apply and I don't care. I'm not letting you go this time unless you want to leave."
A sigh came from Seth as he lifted Irial's head to look into his eyes. "The reason I left was more because I didn't want you to get hurt. My family threatened you and I wasn't about to let you get hurt or die." He whispered before brushing his lips against Irial's in a gentle kiss. Truth be told, he had never cared for someone as much as he did now. And as much as Irial was scared, it sure sounded like he needed someone who would want him for more than just sex.
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Post by Irial Keenan Black on Jan 1, 2010 0:33:34 GMT -8
"You... you love me?" Irial asked, confusion and horror spreading across his face. No one had ever loved him, not since he'd left his court. He closed his eyes, letting his words settle over him like a blanket, warm and choking. He loves me? Oh god. He shouldn't. Seth shouldn't be in love with someone like me! His mind was going into a panic, remembering the last time he'd had someone fall in love with him, how his sons had been killed. He choked back on a sob, burying his face against Seth's chest. Don't love me! he wanted to yell. You'll only get hurt. But he didn't. He couldn't. This is what he'd wanted, right? To be more than just something to have fun with every-so-often. "W-what if they come back for you? They don't want me near you. Not even looking at you." He gritted his teeth, knowing that if Seth's parents found out about him, he'd be punished severely. They had no right to harm him, but he knew that they would.
"The reason I left was more because I didn't want you to get hurt. My family threatened you and I wasn't about to let you get hurt or die." Irial frowned at that statement. He didn't like being protected. He liked being his own protector. "You broke my heart when you left that night. I'd already lost two people I loved, and then you disappeared. I thought the universe was trying to torture me." His voice was a mere whisper as he spoke, his stomach twisting painfully as he admitted that. "You shouldn't love me. Anyone who does just gets hurt." He didn't pull away though. He loved this too much. Even if he wasn't sure he was in love with Seth or not, he still cared about him. And he didn't want to give him up. "I want you to hold me and not let go. I don't like being alone. I get scared." He really did want someone to want him for more than just his body, and he seemed to have that now, but Irial could make someone drunk on pleasure easily. "How do you know... that you love me? Why do you? I don't understand." He frowned.
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