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Backdrop of Canvas and Crimson
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SAHEJ HAS FALLEN asleep. I guess! Because when I saw her and her sleepy face and the way her body was resting against mine like a fluffball, I could tell she would soon fall asleep or at least take a power nap.
I feel guilty now when I picture her sleepy frame. But I was in urgent need to make her come. I had to, and not just because I did that stunt. But I longed to hear her say my name while whimpering in ecstasy. Also, we both needed it. The high dose was needed to break that strong sense of sexual urgency. This raw, vivacious, and more stimulating sexual contact was exactly what we both needed. Allow our anger, fear, and profound and intense sentiments for each other to outflow from our hearts.
And here I am.
I'm standing under a large shower head, my arms pressed against the wall, rinsing the perspiration off my body.
I am naked, completely drenched.
I lean forward, allowing the water to effortlessly glide over my back. The gushing water soaring above me has a soft white glow as the tepid rainfall seeps into every pore of the neck and shoulders. I hear the roaring sounds of rainfall as it hits the surface below, indelibly marking everything that comes in its way.
The cubicle has a clear glass wall and it's all roky and streamy, which is pumping my libido filled with all my shamelessness and unbearable desires that I can't shake off, which only wants her and her wanting-me gaze.
As I look down on my body—at my abdominal muscles—the water is making a zig-zag pattern on the shape of my abs. But what makes the view below more riveting is the apparent hardness of my length.
My erection.
It's throbbing, pulsating straight, and angled slightly upward.
As if it knows what my next move will be.
Also, it's quite desperate and screaming for attention.
This is how it behaves when she is around or in my imagination. Even my tight slacks can't keep the active muscles in place.
From the billiard table—when she was innocently pleasuring herself and I was shamelessly but benignly watching her. I love it. From using my fingers—to the way she was rocking against my virtuoso tonguing with her sweet taste. I love it. I crave the taste she has.
She has me truly addicted to her lusciousness.
So, like I said, bathrooms are great. Mine is a paradise.
Now that I have changed positions, my right hand is thrust against the wall with my fingers splayed out on the glossy black tiles. My head has left the shower, and water is dripping down on my forehead. My hair is gently swaying as my head moves here and there, up and down.
I grip tightly and stroke my massiveness until my veins cool down.
Yes! I am Leftie.
My stroking becomes more vigorous as I feel the tension building up in my body.
"Ohh, ahuh" My balls are on fire. I feel my body growing tense.
"Hmmm," fuck—this feels so good.
Hunger spikes and tingles my every sense.
"Sahej," I rasp with a passionate, husky breath as I moan her innocuous name while doing a not-so-innocuous thing.
With closed eyes, I squeeze it tightly and frantically as I get closer. All I want is to be deeply buried inside her. Spilling hotly into her until there's nothing left. I want to feel the same smooth and silky heat as my fingers did.
But I am waiting; have patience to make her all mine. In every way possible.
With a few last, strong, hard, intense strokes. My jaw widens and my throat muscles tighten. I growl as orgasm rushes in slow peaks, bursts out quickly, and explodes all over my stomach, stream after stream with intensity.
But I can't stop me. I need a few more jerks. It's still inside me. The climaxing orgasm didn't take away the need for more.
Once, twice, and three times, with thick, heavy gasps under the sound of the water splashing on my body, and finally, the spurted white mess mixes with the hot water and disappears beneath the shower head as the water flows.
I begin clearing my hands once more after drenching and quickly lathering my body.
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F L A S H B A C K
The moment I came inside the bathroom, the first thing I did was brush my teeth. I saw my reflection in the mirror with my trousers still on. I was rock hard after devouring her sensitive end for an hour, just as I had promised, and eagerly waited to taste her.
Sahej tastes like a mix of sweet and salty. It's fueling my addiction to her even more. I can't get enough of her now. I am obsessed with her. She grips my every being.
I can't imagine my life without her.
She's not just my wet dream; she probably looks like my future.
Some of the dreams are like—I'm pursuingly and restlessly chasing her and she flees away. I want to change this. Because every time she takes that one step back, it feels like poison injecting into my blood. No matter how many steps she has taken towards me, that one step always lands on my fab balls and cuts into my throat. Nothing has ever changed me the way this girl does. My dick has never been this hard. Not even my past relationships had such an effect on me. She has something. That something is what I want to find out.
I came back to my present state and went for a quick shower.
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I left the door ajar in case she wanted to come inside. What if she woke up? Or worse, getting a need to pee or freshen up?
I know her. She won't step outside with that souvenir sign of my mouth between her legs and ask for help from my staff to use the other rooms' washroom. But she'll patiently wait for me to come out.
If she sees me with my ass bare, it won't bother me at all. As I've mentioned previously, I have no boundaries. I am morally tainted; I am selfish and devilish, yet when she is around, I am in serious trouble and helpless.
Because... When I was trying to puke by sticking my fingers in my mouth to get rid of the alcohol buzz, it was a problem for me to let her see me in that state. That was when I needed a little privacy.
I looked at her and she understood. I just love how she understands me.
However, it didn't really help because she was sitting there helplessly, her eyes numb from unshed tears, when I came out after throwing up.
My gut knotted at the sight of her, but it wasn't enough to make me feel any worse than I already was. She did her best to hide her body from me while donning that gorgeous outfit.
I remember how for the past two days, I hadn't met her. I was just drunk. Just a few minutes away, while drinking, I was actually scrolling through her pictures on social media. Then, the next minute, she entered the bar.
Suddenly, I found myself taken back to my world, and there it was—that lenitive, suave, and debonaire, which has the quality to soothe my pain—when it reached my ears, soon jolting me upright. I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw her.
Sahej saw me when I was the worst looking, not only from my look but also from my attire. And mostly the bar area. She didn't belong there, especially because I couldn't be that reason.
Sahej seemed to have just come out of an online post. She was wearing a black dress and having a blast at a party with her friends. She held a drink in one hand while eating her pizza, and her eyes closed in pure bliss when the picture was taken. She looked so happy, just enjoying herself with her friends. After her mother passed away, her friends meant everything to her.
I'm wondering whether Preet or her other friends know anything about that guy.
Who was he? I have no idea!
If I wanted to, I could find out in just one call, but I was and am waiting for her to tell me, just like she confessed about biting him to save herself from his filthy clutch. If I get to know who he is, I am ready, lurkingly looking out for him!
I am going to frighten and creep the living daylights out of him. I will be his nightmare and netherworld.
I'm going to make sure he never forgets what he did and watch him go pissing in his pants. Every time he sleeps on his bed, he will undoubtedly wake up from his pooping and vomit on it. I will torment him for the rest of his life.
I'm also waiting for her to tell me since I don't want to upset her if she finds out later. Even after discussing and talking about it, I'll wait for her because of those silent words I made as a promise.
But I don't think I can hold it much longer.
It's like a truly terrifying fact: my stomach feels sick whenever I think about whether this bastard touched her inappropriately or did the worst thing I don't want to think about. But if it was that bad, her father must have told me. Mr. Luthra told me everything about her.
Anyway, what matters is that even if it's just one nail cut, I do the exact thing I said I'd do. Arghhh! That's why I asked her about that uncomfortable term when we were playing that concept game.
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I immediately dress in a clean, fresh suit and make my way out the door. I am going out for important work.
Once stepping out of the bathroom and passing through the open dressing room towards the sliding wooden door to the bedroom, I take a few steps and there she is!
Awake? so soon? "Sahej, your bath is..." I start to say, but she's facing away from me, standing across the bed.
I catch my breath as I see her standing. Her body is slightly inclined to one side. Her one leg is peeking out from under the dress, and her heels have a pointed toe. I can see that she is caressing something between her legs, with her arms moving in and out of the vent.
Is she leaving? As she continues, I watch her from behind. However, my mind quickly leaves the thought of her leaving. It is a distraction from what is between her legs, as she is wiping the moisture.
Did I take too long?
The aroused dampness between her legs must have forced her up, and when she didn't find me coming out in time, she must have become agitated.
She then spins around, appearing to be crying, her eyes crimson!
Shit! Shit! Shit! What happened to her?
My heart jolts as if a deadly, hot arrow had been shot through it from beginning to end. My expression was complete arousal and interest in her small act. But now it has gone into complete darkness.
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(Continue from the last chapter.)
Oh, my god. He is bombarding me with facts, showing me things I am trying to ignore, as if he were able to see through my skin. Because I have started liking him in a way I never thought I would.
"What? What with washing? How can some wash their hearts? Such a dumb wit! and I'm tired, Adyanthaya; leave my hand; I am going." I exclaim, trying to sound defiant yet wanting, squirming under him, our torsos rubbing against each other intensely.
Hard and heats up.
Right now, I don't want to think about my inability to scream; I just want to know the truth behind those photographs. But I'm scared. What if he reveals the truth about his preferences? I'm not sure if I'm ready to hear it.
"Tapish, I'm not on a behavioural trail of praising bullshit so please stop it. I'm leaving." I frown. I am staring into his eyes, and damn, I want to look away, but I can't look away. My breath's coming in heavy, like each inhale is a struggle against the pull of body heat but I force myself away from his chest; I want to break this spell, so I flex my fingers, gripping onto his shirt like it's the only salvation.
Not because of anger but because of his scent pulling me into his striking abs. He smells so good, adding to my attraction and it's irritating me even more. I can't let myself drown in this, even if it's damn nearly impossible when his smell is this intoxicating, sweet poison.
I can feel his hardened nipples beneath my hands, and my breath catches.
Tapish's hands pause on my waist, gripping me tightly like a lifting belt and locking me in place. My whole body feels a warm sensation.
My skin betrays me; it's flushing the real thing between my thighs. The tingling down there likes him.
My eyes get closed for seconds and when I open them, our eyes meet. "You can't leave," he hisses, his lips tightening in disapproval and anger. This time, his tone is sharp but with a silent, intense stare, allowing me to enter his heart. I can see how angry he can get if I decide to leave. Leaving a feeling forever.
I look to give him the same dead stare but the only difference is that his is captivating.
Ugh, this guy!
I can hardly bring myself to push him away, especially since the physical contact on my torso is becoming overwhelming.
It's obvious how he expresses his emotions through body friction and touch.
Before I can say anything, his phone starts ringing, making my eyes flicker and cringe.
It's him, Sankalp. I know because when he picked up his phone, it was quite visible to me.
He moves one hand away to answer the call without looking away from me, gently shifting his other hand from my back to my waist.
I take the chance to try and break free from his hold. It weakens, and I let out a relieved sigh. But the relief is short-lived; his grip tightens again, even stronger than before, in the blink of an eye.
"Tapish—" I call out softly, almost mushy, hoping he can hear me. Also, with the mood I am in, honestly, I don't want to hear any more of Sankalp and Tapish's conversations. It's making me jealous because he knows more than I do!
Leave me, Adyanthaya. "Shh, don't move," he hushes at me. His storm-coloured eyes are framed by his stylish spiked hairstyle and unbuttoned shirt. His raspy voice pierces my ears as he lifts his head to put his phone next to his ear.
I strictly shake my head, looking at him with a wrinkled nose and pouty mouth.
He lets out a collective sigh. "Raj, no, I'll be late until then. Handle the situation; I have a delicate matter to handle," he replies empty and finishes it with tenseness, still his finger wrapped around the phone. So I try to pull myself away, but he tightens his hold on me. I raise my eyebrow in disbelief.
"3 a.m.!" he exclaims, shocked at the late hour. But his voice possessed a coldness when he shifted his tone from me to him, like it's so normal for him.
Where is he going with this hair in the late night hours?
And what did he say? Delicate? who? Me? Really?
I can show what it can really do to him.
If he won't leave me, then I know how to handle his imposing frame.
I lift my hand, twist it from its wrist, snag his formal black tie around my palm, and yank him down his towering frame closer to my level. Our noses practically touch, and I blink softly, feeling his cool breath against my face.
Still holding his phone with his arched neck, he looks at me with confused eyes that look shiny and dim.
He shifts back to being authoritative. His mouth forms a firm line as he speaks. Before he can say another word, my lips press against his refreshingly soft post-shower lips, silencing his controlling tone.
His lips tremble against mine the moment they touch. He takes a sharp breath, but he quickly composes himself and tries to pull away from the primal contact. There is no kiss right now, but he behaves as if we had just had a powerful kiss.
Then I'll do what he denies but secretly desires. I hold him by his tie, savouring his satisfying crux of sweet taste. Gently kissing him, I glide my lips over his skin until they feel feather light under my lips.
I stop just in time to leave him wanting more and feeling his grumpy breath before the kiss develops into a powerful exchange that leads to something more.
When I take a moment to see, I find he's pressing his phone down beside his thigh.
I stand on my toe, leaning in close to his ear, and whisper, "See, I still want you, Tapish. So much so that I don't mind if you take me now without knowing what those photographs mean at this moment. I'm not leaving you. So please, loosen your grip on me. You're holding me too tight." I whisper so softly that only he can hear me. I am mapping for his soft gaze, feeling too exposed about expression my true feeling at this moment that I won't mind stepping into the last phase of our intimate relationship without knowing his true identity—feeling him deep inside me. That's why my cheeks are heating up, and that kiss just added a whole new shade to my blush.
But one thing's for sure: even though he might be holding back for his own reasons, I want him to know what my body wants—an amazing sex before we...
All the tension in his muscles dissipates instantly as he exhales deeply, surrendering to the moment. The fight drains from his body. He presses his lips firmly against mine, then pulls back, locking eyes with me, full of drive.
"I'm trusting you on this," he murmurs, leaving me standing there. He walks towards the room, facing a large window. Removing the curtains, he gazes outside, continuing his conversation on the phone.
"Send someone experienced; no newly recruited members," he says, hanging up, his final words lingering in the air.
When he turns to face me, his dark brown eyes pierce mine with an intense stare. I stand still, meeting his gaze.
His intense gaze steals my breath, and I blink, caught in the moment."Those photographs—that doesn't mean anything, Sahej, trust me." He says, standing in the same position, correcting his tie.
My heart races as I learn something new. I glance at his hands, feeling the seriousness of his words.
I nod. Trusting him.
"What does it mean that you took those photos?" I whisper, my eyes fixed on the grey tiles below, then shift to his shiny shoes as he approaches me, my heart skipping a beat. But this time, I don't back away; instead, I watch him come closer.
Just one more step and he'll be close again. He steps closer until there's no space between us, just our torsos touching. Again!
He tilts his head down slightly and whispers, "Work related," driving his hands down to intertwine our fingers loosely. Then he glides towards my lips and places a gentle kiss, his eyes locked with mine.
Ohh, no!
" And no, but I do have photographers lined up as a team," he says, holding my hands against his chest. I automatically put my other hand there, feeling his soft nature against me as his hands gently caress my back.
"A team?" I'm shocked.
"You'll see what I mean. Tomorrow. But for now, you need to take a bath."
He bends down, his hands sliding up my legs and around my waist as he scoops me up so tenderly that my heart skips a beat.
He starts walking towards the bathroom.
"Wait, I'm still mad, and I need my panties," I protest. "They're in the bathroom; I washed them," he says casually.
"You did what?" I'm shocked. I'm not even his girlfriend, not his wife, or anything, but he washed my panties? Seriously, who does that?
As we pass through the bathroom, he sets me down near the bathtub and goes to grab something. "They're not fully dry; I'll give them to the laundry," he says as he walks back to me.
"No, don't give them to anyone. Since you washed them without my knowing, you better take care of them. Remember what you said?" Our eyes meet, and he seems to understand how serious I am. He nods, showing he's listening to every word I say.
The thought itself is so weird; other than that, I don't know much about Tapish's house. And what would his staff think? While I'm not too concerned about their opinions, I won't let my dirty laundry be aired out for everyone to see.
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As I take the first step inside the bathroom, I drop my clothes and plunge into the water. As soon as that lukewarm water hits my super sensitive and tender area, my eyes automatically close, and I exhale a big sigh of relief as all the tension just melts away.
His restroom is just so exquisite. I wish I had more time to take a nice bath. I close my eyes and let the beautiful scent consume me.
After finishing my bath, I get dressed, and I decide to walk out of the bathroom, feeling relaxed and refreshed.
When I open the door, I see him standing, grinning, and holding up my panties as his charming eyes meet mine. "It's completely dry," he boasts proudly, as if it took some great effort to dry such a thin piece of fabric. He offers it to me, but then gently pulls his hand back when my fingertips touch his skin and smiles mischievously.
"Let me help you get dressed," he explains plainly.
"I am already dressed."
Dress? I am confused.
He mutters, "I know, I'm talking about this," and raises my panites.
Before I can even think of saying no or responding, he surprises me by kneeling down and gently pulling the waistline of my panties into view. Without any hesitation, I go along with it. His unexpected gestures make me feel cherished and comfortable. I follow his lead, smoothly guiding each leg through the openings of the panties. Once they're on, he delicately pulls the soft lace up my legs and over my hips, adjusting it snugly around my waist. His hands move under my dress, wrapping around me, and then he firmly grips my buttcheeks as he pulls me closer, pressing his lips against the side of my panties.
I can feel myself getting turned on, a cold down my hips as they twitched in response to the sensation.
After he finishes, he stands back up and leans against the wall, facing me. "How does it feel?" he asks, a smirk playing on his lips. I feel a sudden rush of nerves and quickly gulp down my saliva, avoiding his gaze by adjusting my dress.
"All...dry," I stutter nervously, knowing he is asking about the dry panties.
"Well then, how about this?" He leans in closer and brushes his lips against mine in an agony but it is alluring.
"Dry," I reply uncertainty, knowing my core clench and wanting him again there.
Like a powerful addiction, I want to be sheathed by him, rippling with a breathless cry.
Without another word, he presses his lips against mine.
He leans forward and cradles my head with his fingers under my hair, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. . .
At first, the kiss is gentle and tentative, but as it continues, it becomes more passionate and intense. Harder, wetter, and wilder make my heart skip a beat, raising my body temperature. My tongue boldly explores his mouth as I deepen the kiss, experiencing immediate need to get enough of him.
His tongue tries to force itself inside me in seconds.
No, no, he can't. Even though I love it.
I spin him around so that his back is pressed against the wall. And I can control him. For the last moment. Last kiss—Our last kiss.
Breaking away from his lips, I start kissing on his only skin, which is exposed— his face, neck, and chest-eliciting a low growl from him.
It's a damn suit on him.
So I sink to the ground, kneeling in front of him. My hand lingers on his swelling arousal, enjoying the feeling of power as I stroke it through the fabric of his pants.
The beautiful sounds locked under his throat escape. I love it.
Oh, he is...he is...hell, he is so hard and huge, and my palm tightens around him and begins to massage him harder, only to release how my palm feels so good sealed around his thick shaft.
Also, I can feel how my palm falls short compared to his size.
But it's payback for what he did to me earlier. And for that, I don't need a screen. If I'll make a list, fears are limited. Count from one to two.
Suddenly, he gently pulls away and whispers, "Wait. Baby, slow. oh!"
I take a deep breath, realising that I have let myself get carried away in the heat of the moment. But I don't want to stop. I am mesmerised by the sound coming out of his lips.
It is stimulating, deep-breathing, and appealing to the ears.
My fingers automatically speed up on the belt, and the sound of clicking boosts my confidence, building more sweet presses down on me.
I unzip his pants and see the skin there for the first time.
"Sahej, please, I think...we..."
I can't hear what he is saying.
I tug my fingers under his waistband, pull down his tight brief and start pulling down the smooth fabric, revealing just the half of his hips. First. And gently kiss the beautiful inky tattoo of an unknown design just above his groin, where his pubic hair begins.
So dark and thick against his pale skin.
I can see glistering marks of my lips there. He has the clearest skin I have ever seen, without a spot. The tight muscles add to the beauty. He responds by gently pushing into my lips. I keep lowering his pants, exposing more of his semi hard erection. Perfect!
As he licks his lips to hold back a groan and his breath quickens, I notice how soft and glistening they look. I go further down, feeling his body tense with anticipation.
"Wait Sahej... Ahh..no... We can't," he moans in frustration.
I grab his hips and begin kissing his stunning and strenuous base with wide, open lips. I raise my head to look at his reaction. And our eyes met for seconds and his eyes and face have provoked me to do more. His back thrust tight against the wall.
Then he relaxes and slants his back forward to place his fingers on my head and give my scalp a little massage.
He groans angrily. I don't know why. But he starts rocking and rolling his hips against my face once more as I give him a warm lick over there, but he pulls himself more against the wall, taking his well-deserved pleasure away, leaving us both breathless.
His eyes narrow.
Then he grabs my wrists, stopping my motions to reveal him more. I look up at him, desire still burning in my eyes, but he's firm in his decision. Confusion clouds my mind as I try to understand his sudden change of heart.
"Why?" I ask, kissing the tip area over his tight slacks and taking in his scent for the first time, realising that I'm the reason for his hardness.
"Fuck! Stop, Sahej," he says firmly, moving away from me and surprising me. My neck cranes up to meet his eyes.
My throat tightens. "I just want to make you feel the way you make me feel. I want to explore every inch of you like you did for me. I want to..." My voice falters, and hot tears threaten to spill down my cheeks.
"I can't do this to you," he whispers as his eyes are streamy like daylight, taken aback by my wild move and hurt by a well known reason.
"Because you don't want to do it," he tells me, shushing his harder voice.
Confusion fills my eyes as I strain my neck to look up at him. His body language says he wants me to continue, but his eyes say another.
"But I thought you wanted this," I say softly, uncertainty creeping into my voice. He sighs, loosening his grip slightly.
"It's not about what I want,"
"But I can do it. I want to do it, for you..." I reply, looking back with my numb eyes.
And they quickly pulls up his briefs and zip his pant up. He lowers himself down and sits beside me."No, it's not you," he tells me, and he catches me by my waist before doing anything.
"But I wanted to," I tell him roughly and irritatingly,
I clutch onto his coat, trying to convey my desire.
"What if tomorrow I see something that goes against my morals, and then I will never see you? It hurts. Because I know that no matter how much I have started liking you, I know I can't compromise on my belief system, and for that, I wanted you to remember our last meeting." I admit, tears are streaming down my face. I realise the weight of the decision ahead. It's painful to think that we might never meet again, but my beliefs are non-negotiable.
My throat tightens as I think...
How can I betray what my mom taught me? She always taught me the difference between right and wrong. The beautiful memories I have and the bad memories are those in which I used to see my parents fighting because she didn't like what my father did.
"No, for that, you don't have to do all this. Because you are always going to be in my heart for the way you make me feel." He tells me as his arm comes around my back and tries to snooth me."Promise me that you will not do anything that goes against what you believe. Okay, I like you the way you are and these things make you what you are; you are Sahej Luthra! Are you listening?" He says there is a spark of determination.
He pulls me in for a tight hug, running his fingers through my hair and planting soft kisses. Lifting me onto his lap, he showers kisses on my eyes, nose, and chin before landing on my lips. His kiss lingers, and when I lean back, I return the affection by sliding my lips between him tightly, feeling the warmth of his skin against my lips
"You know perfection doesn't find humans, but humans do find perfection in their own way, and your way is perfect, unique, and courageous, and your system is unbreakable." he whispers, hugging me tightly. "Don't stress about tomorrow," he adds, breaking away but leaving a kiss close to my lips and starting to kiss me like he wants to promise me so many things.
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First, about my trip— I went on a trip to Jaisalmer, and it was just amazing, even in the summer. But we went. I came back with a lot of tanning, even though I applied expensive sunscreen. You can't escape India's summer, can you?
About the chapter— This is the last chapter of the night; the next chapter will be about the next morning, where Tapish's identity will be revealed. I've dropped a hint about it already.
Regarding chapter length, I've noticed readers skipping my chapters due to their length. I can't help it; if chapters demands that I write in such lengths, I'll do it because I focus on new scenes and days for each chapter. I also have to figure out how to divide scenes, so bear with my chapter length, and thanks a lot to those who read every line. You guys are amazing.
As for the sex— Well, I'm not planning for the couple to just jump into it. I need it to happen naturally within the storyline. Until then, let them enjoy each other's bodies. Besides, there are other things besides sex that I'll write about for now.
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