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"So let me get this straight, you spent the entire day getting to know each other?" Bonnie asked from her position on my bed, judgment practically dripping in her tone. "And then he just left after a kiss?"
"No," I replied with a frustrated sigh as I worked my way through the clothes hanging in my closet. "I just got to know him."
As I pushed a lavender top across the pole, I mentally cursed myself for inviting Bonnie to come over when she called this afternoon and asked what I was up to. It'd been over a week since I'd seen her and, at the time, that ache over missing my best friend outshined the truth that I knew she'd never understand whatever the hell I had going on with Damon.
Now, I seriously debated why I'd let it.
"Well at least you haven't completely fallen off the deep end," she muttered from the bed at my back.
I spun around to shoot her a heated look, my pin straight locks falling over my shoulder as I asked, "What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means," she explained in a clipped tone as she focused on filing her nails, "that I'm just a little confused about why you still want to hang out with the guy. You have a gazillion others eager and ready to jump into bed with you and yet this one only leaves you with a kiss." Her cinnamon irises then drifted up to meet mine and she accused, "The Elena I know would have already moved onto the next. This one's too much work."
I couldn't deny the truth in her accusations. Normally, I would have already found myself bored with Damon. I mean, until today, I'd only seen him once since our day together and that was when he stopped by to shoot the shit and watch UFC with Ric in the living room. He'd hardly noticed when I entered the room to join them and only partook in small chit chat while I was there before leaving. He'd acted like nothing had happened between us, that we hadn't shared the very kiss that knocked my socks off.
But I knew better than to believe that. I'd felt the same connection he'd felt during the kiss, so the only thing that made sense was that he was playing some sort of game. It didn't seem to fit the character of the guy he claimed and appeared to be now, but he'd been a player before and perhaps that side of him was reappearing again with me.
He'd shown up today to hang out with Ric again, only to execute the same level of communication before quickly inviting me out tonight as he walked out of the door. I had no freaking idea where we stood nor did I feel in control of the situation or my desires.
Still, for some unknown reason, I found myself defending what was happening to Bonnie. "He's not too much work."
She raised her perfectly penciled brows into the air and countered, "Says the girl he ended the night with by referring to as his friend."
"But only because I'd insisted we stay that way from the start of the day," I reasoned and turned back towards my clothes. How the hell was I ever supposed to find something to wear if I didn't know whether I was going out with Damon on a date or as just friends? This question became even more confusingconsidering the fact that the kiss we shared felt nothing like a 'friends' kind, whatsoever.
"It sounds like you're making excuses," she accused from behind me.
"And it sounds like you're being more judgmental than helpful," I answered impatiently, not even bothering to turn around to see her reaction.
"Look, I'm just trying to understand," she argued. "It's not like you to stick around and work towards a relationship. You tend to jump into them just as quickly as you jump back out. And then there's the whole issue of you actually getting to know him, which baffles me. I'm just trying to figure out what it is about this guy that matters so much to you to switch up your game."
At that, I paused for a moment and let my hand rest on one of my favorite maroon dresses. So many reasons popped into my mind as answers to her question, but none that made any logical sense to the girl I considered myself to be.
And after a brief moment, I finally turned around to face my best friend and replied honestly, "I'm not sure."
Bonnie's eyes narrowed as she took in my answer. She appeared as downright baffled by my confusion as I was before her lids popped back open and she threw her pointer finger into the air. There was a mixture of excitement and acceptance in her tone as she proclaimed, "It's the fact that he's making you work for it, isn't it? The rush of the game, that's what it is. You find it exciting!"
Her logic seemed accurate, but I couldn't ignore the portion of my brain insisting that the challenge in claiming Damon wasn't entirely the reason behind why I was so intent on seeing him again. But instead of admitting that out loud, I simply shrugged and offered, "Maybe."
"Well then, if that's the case, then we need to find you something better than that to wear," Bonnie directed. Her eyes were on the comfortable maroon dress against my hand when she lifted herself from my bed and maneuvered her way between me and my clothes. Her movements were spastic and full of life as she got down to work and within no time, she'd pulled out a tight-fitting black mini-dress.
She then turned on me, held the piece into the air, and explained, "You want to make him aware of exactly what he's missing out on. And this one will have him eating out of the palm of your hand by the end of the night. Or, better yet, eating you out by the end of the night."
The determined fire was blazing in my friends eyes and I could clearly see that, no matter what I said to her, I'd still end up wearing that dress. So I conceded before even entering into a battle with her over my attire and took the thing from her hand.
As I removed my comfortable clothes and slipped into the dress, I questioned, "So what are you up to tonight?"
I shimmied the fabric over my breasts and slid my arms through the spaghetti straps. Then I felt Bonnie connect my zipper up along my back as she declared, "Let's just say that one of us is already guaranteed to be getting action tonight. And with you in this dress, both of us will be."
She then turned me around to face the mirror. The dress hugged my curves perfectly, looking more like it had been painted onto my skin than put over it. The hem came just below the cheeks of my butt and the smile that spread across my lips in my reflection only set the dress off more. I looked stunning, sexy and elegant, without appearing like a cheap prostitute and knew that Bonnie was right. There was no way in hell Damon would be able to resist me after tonight. And the best part was, it wouldn't have to be me making the move.
Quickly, I threw on some accent jewelry and makeup to set my appearance ablaze before saying goodbye to Bonnie. I'd just shut the front door when Alaric walked out from the kitchen with a spatula in his hand.
"Jenna went out to get some milk, but I threw some chicken on the grill if you want any before you…" he started, but cut off as his eyes drifted to my outfit. His eyes bugged out of their sockets and he appeared positively aghast by my appearance.
"Umm," he stuttered as his spatula-free hand scratched a section of skin behind his ear. "Are you meeting Damon looking like that?"
"Yeah, is there a problem?" I questioned with raised brows.
I thought I heard him mumble something under his breath along the lines of, "Oh, I really wish Jenna was here for this," before he finally replied, "Don't you think it's a bit revealing?"
"Ric, I'm 20 years old," I reminded in a clipped tone.
"Right," he said uncomfortably, still fumbling with the spatula in his hand. "Well, are you two at least using protection?"
I felt my jaw slag slightly because had he really just asked me that? That topic was three shades more awkward than any discussion I'd ever wanted to enter into with Ric and the fact that he was trying to take on the father role had my insides searing. But then I remembered Damon saying the man's scared shitless of you and finally took a closer look at the guy standing before me.
Alaric's hands were shaking and it was clear to see he was just as uncomfortable with this discussion as I was. Obviously, he was just doing what he thought was expected of him. So, I sighed and tried my best to keep things civilized. "My mom covered this conversation years ago, Ric, so it's really not necessary."
He let out a relieved breath of air and replied, "Okay." His hands then moved clumsily back to the skin behind his ear as he added, "Alright." The awkward essence of the moment still hadn't subsided and I wondered how long he was going to remain standing there when, thankfully, the doorbell rang.
The noise jolted Ric out of his motionless state. He nodded his head approvingly, declared, "Have fun tonight," and was out of the room within the blink of an eye. Every one of his motions had been spastic and I had to hold back the chuckle as I swung the front door open to reveal Damon.
He looked exactly as he always did; effortlessly stunning under a sea of black. The sight had my knees shaking beneath me and my heart pounding in my ears, which came as a shock. I'd never had this initial reaction to the sight of a guy on my door step before, and yet, there it was; completely unshakable. And as I swallowed down the remnants of my previous chuckle, Damon noticed the contorted expression on my face.
"What's so funny?" he asked with knitted brows.
"It was nothing," I dismissed easily.
He nodded his head, accepting my answer, before his eyes took in my carefully chosen dress. They walked their way slowly up my body; starting at the sky high pumps, lingering over my long legs, screeching to a brief halt at the curvature of my hips, before finally creeping their way up my chest and onto my face. He'd drank in my though-out elixir just as I'd planned before he finally assessed, "You look amazing."
There was a bit of awe in the consistency of his voice that I couldn't help but smile at. And as I replied, "You don't look too bad yourself, Salvatore," I realized that just maybe getting Damon to make the next move was going to be even easier than I'd thought. It certainly appeared that way since his eyes had drifted back down and hadn't been able to detach themselves from my waistline.
They lingered a few seconds longer as his tongue swept from behind his teeth to play with his bottom lip. Instinctively, my bottom lip became captured beneath my teeth as I wondered anxiously if he was going to make a move. But, to my dismay, after another second, his eyes reclaimed contact with mine as his arm extended out and Damon insisted, "Come on."
I could feel the flexing of his forearm through the fabric of his black button down as we walked down the steps of my front porch. And as we reached the end of the walkway and stepped onto the familiar asphalt of my driveway, I realized this was the exact location of our kiss a week before. Suddenly, the faint wind from the night air brushed against my lips and I became very aware of how much I wished they'd just connect with Damon's again. It had seemed like such a defining moment for us before, but now Damon was acting like it never happened.
"No motorcycle tonight?" I asked, pushing my thoughts aside, as we approached a blue vehicle.
"I figured we'd take the Camaro," he replied coolly. Then his hand reached back to play with a few strands of my chestnut locks as he teased, "Didn't want to mess up your hair."
I trembled at the touch, happy for any form of contact my body was obviously craving, even if it was just my hair, as I turned to face him. Pushing my desires aside and choosing to ignore his too easy girl jab, I instead asked, "Exactly how rich are you?"
He shrugged and answered, "Moderately."
"We're back to deflection I see," I accused through narrowed eyes.
"No," he countered with a chuckle. "I just try to keep modest about these sorts of things. Running around and screaming that I'm a millionaire at the top of my lungs might make me look like an ass."
Secretly, the word millionaire blasted throughout my brain, but I kept my cool and instead teased, "That's not an issue, you already do."
"Ouch," he declared dramatically through another chuckle with an emphatic clasp over his heart. "I guess I'm going to have to work on that. I'll start by getting your door."
There was a conniving smirk pulling the corner of his lips upward as he lowered his hand to open the car door. It had me feeling wary when a familiar voice screamed, "Surprise!"
"Caroline?" I asked in shock as my friend's blonde curl's bounced up between the front two seats. "What's going on?"
Her white teeth were gleaming in the back seat when her arm extended around a brown-eyed, muddy-haired boy sitting next to her. "I'd like you to meet the guy I've been seeing. Tyler this is Elena. Elena this is Tyler; Damon's roommate."
Caroline giggled as my mind processed the information she'd just thrown at me. I'd spoken on the phone with her almost every night this week about her new boy toy and not once had she brought up the important fact that he was Damon's roommate.
"Are you serious right now?" I asked incredulously. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"Because I just found out when Damon picked me up tonight," she explained before nuzzling herself into Tyler's side. "How cool is this, though? We're both dating guys that live under the same roof!"
"Actually, we're just friends," Damon chimed in from outside of the car, which felt exactly like a kick in the ass.
I quickly rolled my eyes at his comment and asked Caroline, "Can you give me a minute?"
She nodded her head enthusiastically before I pulled back out of the car and shut the door. It was then I turned back to Damon with my arms crossed defensively over my chest and accused through a whisper, "Why didn't you tell me Caroline and your roommate were coming along?"
His head shot backwards, imitating how taken aback he must have been by my heated tone. Then his eyes narrowed in that way that revealed the thought wheels processing in his head. "I didn't think it mattered."
I didn't like the way he was looking at me now because it made me feel vulnerable, like he knew how disappointed I was that we weren't going to be alone tonight. I hated that sense that I wasn't in control and found myself instinctively declaring, "I'm not saying it does."
Then it happened, the all-revealing confident smirk slide across his face, as he refuted, "Your tone seems to suggest you do."
"My tone doesn't suggest anything," I dismissed. "I just thought you and I were going out, that's all," I reasoned with nonchalance.
"Is that what you wanted tonight to be?" he asked with a spark of light appearing in those impeccably blue eyes of his. He then took a step forward and gently swept a strand of hair behind my ear, as his voice lowered slightly. "Just you and me?"
I briefly wondered how it was possible for someone's eyes to shine as brightly as his did, before I shook my head and lied, "No."
And just like that, the light in his eyes diminished. "Then what's the problem?"
The problem was that I wanted, no scratch that, needed him to give into me because I was finding it impossible to resist him. And now it wasn't going to happen. I didn't mind Caroline being there any other night, I really didn't, but tonight I just needed it to be me and Damon. Otherwise, how else was I going to get him to give in to me?
That's what went through my mind, but instead I muttered, "Nothing. Let's just go."
The drive had lightened my mood a bit thanks to Caroline's effervescent chatter. She hadn't been able to keep her mouth shut during the entire 30 minute trip, which I learned was due to the pre-gaming her and Tyler partook in before Damon picked them up at her house. I sat in the front seat next to Damon, whose mood seemed to be relatively cheerful as well, as the three of us fell into comfortable chatter.
And when we stepped through the front doors of the nightclub Bolt, the hypnotic beats blasting from the sound system were enough to lift my spirits immensely. Because this was something I loved to do; I was a certified master at dancing the night away. But as we settled into an open booth along the side of the dance floor and the night started to trickle down, it became all apparent that Damon wasn't as happy as I was with Caroline's choice of bar. Nor was he as inclined to dance as I was.
As a matter of fact, we spent most of the night sitting in the booth while Tyler and Damon discussed cars. I'd heard the numbers and letters C5 Z06 and S7 be shouted, but had absolutely no idea what they meant. All I knew was that the side of Damon's leg occasionally brushed against mine, the fabric rubbing just right against my freshly shaven skin to shoot tingles down my spine.
When the boys stood up to get another round of drinks from the bar, Damon placed his hand on the small of my back and asked me what I wanted. Normally, I hated this action because it represented his possession over me, but with him I didn't mind. I actually preferred it because the warmth of his skin through the thin fabric of my dress sent fervor over my entire body and all I wanted was to feel more of that sensation.
So I leaned slightly into him, loving the way his torso seemed to mold against mine as I told him to get me a sea breeze. Then the boys left and I sat back down only to have Caroline jump into her interrogation.
"You two are definitely not just friends," she leaned across the table and declared.
I scoffed, understanding all too well how much I wished this were true at the moment, and muttered, "Tell him that."
But she raised her brows accusingly and insisted, "Maybe you should."
"Caroline," I sighed, "that's the problem. I can't. It would go against my own rule." You never told a guy how much you wanted him and you certainly always made him ache for you. That was just the way things went.
But she rolled her eyes and countered, "You can't even use that as an argument with me, you know I find your rules absurd."
"I know you do, but I don't," I reasoned, wishing that for once my friend would consider why I'd established my rules in the first place. "They're important to me, but he's making it so difficult to stick with them."
I really didn't expect my reasoning to sink in because, obviously, Caroline thought I was being ridiculous. I had to admit, a portion of myself did as well, but if I gave in and told Damon that I wanted him; he could use it against me in the long run. He'd know how vulnerable I'd become, already.
But to my surprise, Caroline sighed and complied, "Fine, then we'll make him crack, but only because your sexual tension is getting to me."
And at that I let out a massive squeal that I didn't even know I was capable of producing. Elation pumped through my veins as I felt my lips slip up into a conniving smile. "Just get us on the dance floor and I can do the rest," I directed.
"Done," she said before she mimicked my smile and declared, "Now tell me how much you love me."
I rolled my eyes and sang out, "Caroline Forbes, I love you."
"I know," she proclaimed and as we both released a round of giggles, Tyler and Damon returned with our drinks. Tyler had just lowered himself to slide into the both, when Caroline scooted herself out and proclaimed, "Time to dance!"
"But I'm not really a great," Tyler tried to protest, but Caroline simply ignored him. She wrapped her fingers around his wrist and dragged him into the crowd, shooting a wink back in my direction as she did.
I then focused my attention back up to Damon, who was waiting for me to stand up so he could reclaim his proper spot in the booth, and suggested, "We could probably join them."
He slowly lowered the drinks in his hand and set them on the table before he turned to look at me. His face was inches away from mine and in the neon lighting of the club, the hue of his eyes looked almost unnatural, beautiful.
I momentarily wondered if there was any form of lighting that dimmed the radiance of them when he inched forward. His face rested against mine as he breathed into my ear, "Do you want me to ask you to dance?"
I wasn't sure if he did this to get closer to me like I wanted him to or because the intensity of the stereo made it difficult to hear each other. Regardless of the reason, it sent those familiar mind-numbing tingles shooting straight down my legs and out through my tip toes as I fought to keep control and responded cheekily, "I thought you'd never ask."
Then I felt the chill that came with the separation of his face from mine only to have it replaced along my wrist. His fingers adhered themselves to my skin as he pulled me from the booth and guided me through the sea of bodies along the dance floor. Random body parts rubbed against my arms as everyone swayed to the tune of Usher. But then the beats abruptly silenced themselves and the lights went out, setting a vast sheet of black over everything.
I could see nothing, which accentuated my other senses and allowed me to feel every inch of skin Damon passed over as his arm wrapped its way around the side of my waist and behind my back. I could smell the faint trace of whiskey on his breath as it mixed with his delightful aftershave and the aroma sent my body into an uncontrollable tizzy.
Then yellow lights streaked their way throughout the club like razors in tune to the new beat. I recognized it instantly as Rihanna's new hit, and began to sway myself to the rhythm, eager to show Damon what I was capable of accomplishing with my hips.
His leg maneuvered itself between my thighs as he pulled me closer towards him. My arm slipped up along his chest, the divots of his toned muscles only accentuating as he swayed to the movement of mine, and landed on top of his shoulder. It gave me the proper balance I needed to slowly start grinded myself up and down his thigh.
It's the way I'm feeling I just can't deny.
I felt his fingertips dig further into the fabric on my back as I started rocking my hips back and forth in slow fashion. Every motion of his jeans against the inside of my thighs had my insides sparking in desire, but that was because he was keeping up with me perfectly. Every time I moved slightly to the left he followed and vice versa, locking the section of his thigh that met with pelvis into my center.
"You're good at this," I admitted as I turned myself around in his hold. His hand was now settled in the center of my tiny waist as I lowered myself to the ground and rose back up, imitating the beat building in the song for the refrain.
I pushed my ass against his front and swirled it around slowly, loving the way I could feel him through the fabric of his jeans as his hand slid up my side and along my arm. It wrapped around the back of his neck as I let my head fall onto his shoulder.
We found love in a hopeless place.
My entire back side was flush against his as he turned his head and whispered seductively, "I've got moves you've never seen before." And a tremble rocked through my body as I considered whether he was strictly referring to his skills on the dance floor.
His lips brushed against my ear as his breath danced along the inside. There was warmth sizzling in the bottom of my tummy making its way between my thighs because every inch of his body was sliding against the back side of mine, causing a friction I was finding difficult to endure. There was so much heat radiating from the two of us that if someone lit a match, the entire club would go up in flames.
Feel the heartbeat in my mind.
So, I turned around again, needing just a moment of separation, only to find myself immediately pulled back against him. His leg repositioned itself between mine and one of his hands pulled my body towards his while the other latched around the back of my neck. Electrical currents shot from the portion where his fingertips made contact with the skin just below my hair and I felt my breathing accelerate.
My chest rose and fell against his to the rhythm of the music and instinctively I felt my nipples pebble at the sensation of his heart beating just as rapidly as mine. I vaguely wondered if he could feel them as my nose made contact with his, that's how close our bodies were. Perspiration had started developing on the top layer of my skin as his fingers started to play with the fabric at the hem of my dress. He slid his fingertips underneath, lifting it slightly to reveal a bit more skin, and instinctively I arched myself further into him. Because he was so close to the base of my ass and the portion of my body that craved his touch the most that I just wished he'd go for it. At that moment, I didn't give a shit about everyone else surrounding us; instead it was simply just me and him.
We found love in a hopeless place.
But he didn't. His fingertips just continued to tease the portion of my thigh that met with fabric and it had my inside's boiling with lust. Plus, his lips were millimeters from mine so all he had to do was edge slightly forward to capture what we both knew he wanted. So why the hell wasn't he going for it?
My longing must have made its way from my center and onto my expression, because Damon's smirk appeared across his lips and he mused, "If you want something, Elena, all you have to do is ask for it."
"Why do I have to ask for anything?" I replied seductively, pushing my lips slightly forward so they brushed against his as I spoke. "We both know you want it too."
"Because," he started as his lips lightly grazed the surface of mine, "you were the one that insisted you don't get involved with anyone and I can't keep coming at you like I have been without some reciprocation. I'd start looking like a creep and forcing myself onto someone who doesn't want it, frankly, was never my style."
"So, that's why you've been so distant lately," I said, pulling my head back slightly so I could look at his eyes.
"I wanted to give you your space to figure out what you wanted," he answer in earnest. "But then I saw you this morning and got a bit impatient."
His hand slid over my ribcage and along the side of my breast as we dipped to the ground, resulting in another rush between my thighs. I realized then that I enjoyed the thrill his contact supplied entirely too much for safety. The fear seeped through me and although it hardly seemed like the case anymore, I couldn't help myself from asking, "So you're not playing your games on me like you did with all of those other women?"
His hand gripped tighter onto my back as his other lifted to play with the skin under my hairline. "No, this is me making the right move so you know it's not a game," he stressed. "So if anything's going to happen here, you're gonna have to let me know it's because that's what you want. And not just because I do."
How we're standing side by side.
My heart ran a relay race in my chest at the irony behind this entire situation because Damon was asking for the one thing that I normally didn't give. Physical confirmations had always been enough in the past, but he was asking me to break my rule. I'd already somewhat broken one at the bonfire and here I was, about to break a second. What the hell was going on with me?
"You need a verbal acknowledgement of my attraction to you?" I asked in disbelief, feeling slightly dizzy from the rush of physical contact and the emotional circles he was spinning around my head.
He nodded his head in confirmation, the tip of his nose grazing along mine as he did. "That would work, even admitting you wanted to spend tonight with only me, would. Just give me the truth."
Internally, I heard the voice screaming not to give in, to stand strong. I didn't want to break my rule because I'd established it for a reason. If I told him the truth, then ultimately he'd know how vulnerable I was when it came to his hold over me. But his body felt warm against mine, not just from the enticing physical fire, but a comfortably safe emotional blaze as well. Plus, his eyes were still glowing that unnaturally bright shade that took my breath away.
And before I knew what was happening, I released a sigh and broke the rule. "Fine, I was disappointed that Caroline and Tyler came with us tonight. I wanted it to be just you and me."
We found love in a hopeless place.
A smile stretched across his lips this time, not a smirk as he whispered, "I know." The statement had been completely devoid of arrogance that would have been appropriate considering I'd just admitted I had feelings for Damon and I internally begged that it meant I wouldn't regret the decision later on.
Then his head cocked slightly to the side as we dipped towards the ground in unison, and he suggested, "But they don't have to join us tomorrow night if you want to come over for dinner."
At that, I felt my cheeks plump up for a smile because the offer had been so darn cute. "Damon Salvatore, are you asking me out?" I asked and teased, "How old-fashion of you."
"Depends," he replied in a low, raspy voice as our bodies drifted back up from the floor, "Are you saying yes?"
I was completely aware of the fact that he was requiring a verbal acknowledgement from me yet again, but this time, I didn't hesitate before answering, "I am."
"Well then," he whispered against the side of my face, "I no longer feel like a creep doing this." Then his lips played with the edge of my ear, nipping slightly at the lobe before trailing their way along my jaw line. He placed soft butterfly kisses along the skin where my neck met with my face and teased the pulse point with his tongue, resulting in tingles shooting through all the right places of my body. Then his lips finally dragged their way up towards mine.
They didn't press harshly like I'd expected after our built-up tension. Instead they hovered just beyond my touch, executing a form of restraint I felt incapable of reciprocating at the moment. And when I inched my face forward to make contact, Damon moved his lips ever so slightly open so that his tongue could glide along the surface of mine. At the touch, my lips parted responsively, eager to allow him entry, but then two things happened simultaneously.
The music transitioned into another set of beats and I felt Damon's hand reach up to take hold of my wrist as he whipped me out into a spin. I twirled out, elegant and fast, before he twirled me back in. And when my hand settled over his heart to steady myself, we'd already started to sway to the rhythm of the new song.
Still, I wasn't nearly finished with what we started and I lifted my face up towards his to ask seductively, "Is that all I get?"
"For now," he answered in a deep voice, my own disappointment nowhere to be found in the reflection of his eyes. Instead they were simply a few shades darker beneath his heavy lines of lashes, obvious signs that he was just as turned on as I was. Then his fingertips feathered the skin of my cheek and I instinctively leaned into his palm. There was nothing quite like the sensation I got when his flesh was against my flesh and I knew I was in way over my head.
Miraculously though, I felt no fear, no worries about the state of my heart. I only felt desire, because as he once again spun me out and back against his chest, the next words that left his lips held hope I could hold on to. And those words were, "But you never know what can happen tomorrow."
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