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Babling
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Warnings: some nc-17 yaoi content!
BETAD by Tora-Katana.
BETAD OVER by Nimlinven.
Uh, I wanted to add more, but…. This is just what will be here in this chap.
'Dialogue'
"Thoughts"
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Chap 10
Action Sexion
'Now, tell me what you want,' Dante purred to Vergil, his fingers drawing an intricate pattern on his brother's flat stomach. "I am as good as dead. So very dead," the devil hunter thought nervously.
It was suddenly very hot in the room, a slender body was all over him, and Vergil could not but shiver at the silky low voice that enveloped him.
'I want you for myself,' whispered Vergil in the devil hunter's ear possessively.
'Before that there is one thing I need you to tell me,' Dante's eyes were very close, a fire shining from behind the lowered lashes. 'You alright with that, Vvvvergil?' At the v white teeth slowly pressed at the thin lip, bit it, then disappeared into the dark cavern of that hot mouth, leaving a red mark.
'Whatever,' Vergil's hands glided up the devil hunter's legs and gripped his thighs, bruisingly hard. "Hard. Hmm, he makes me so hard…"
"This is bad. I am in deep trouble. Abyss-deep trouble," panicked Dante, but did not show that. Vergil was on fire under him, a prominent erection against his inner thigh. That mindless bothered demon was not something Dante wanted to have for a brother. "Damn…But it might be the only chance to ask…"
'Tell me something,' the devil hunter grabbed Vergil's chin to attract his attention. 'Look me in the eye and tell me, what do you think about your brother?'
'Brother…' Vergil frowned, he was jerked out of a blissful, lustful daze. "He asked for the truth, so why not? I trust him. At least, for now I do." 'He is my most beloved friend and my bitterest rival, my confidant and my betrayer, my sustainer and my dependent, and – hmpf, - scariest of all, my equal. Why?'
'Oh. Wow. Impressive.' "Shocked me there… He is dead serious, oh Hell. Is that really what he thinks of me? Equal? How… All this time you made me think you hated me! All this time you made me think I was a worthless dirt in your way! A friend and a rival? For fuck's sake…Why didn't you ever…" Dante felt humiliated like never before.
'You fucker you could have told me at least once!' the devil hunter's hands clutched at Vergil's shoulders as he shook his brother's body violently, leaving dark bruises. 'I almost killed myself more times than you can count, and you couldn't tell me even once! Once would have been enough for a lifetime! It would have been enough for all eternity! I hate you, you self-centered asshole!'
Dante's fist smashed Vergil's cheekbone. The devil hunter tangled out of the bed and rushed for the nearest door, slamming it close behind him.
'Hate you!' a voice shouted from the bathroom. Vergil slowly sat up, rubbing his cheek. His head was still like lead and spinning.
'What in the world.' Vergil slowly mouthed the words, barely restraining his anger, speaking slowly as if calming himself down. 'Just what in the world was that, you little shit? You left me here in the middle of… Come out this very second. You bitch.' Vergil stood up gracefully, walked up to the bathroom door and hit it with the side of his fist. The wood cracked lamentably, complaining. 'Open.'
'Fuck off!' there was a loud sound of a punch and glass shattering.
'Open this very second!'
Dante was sitting on the edge of the bathtub, panting. His right hand was bleeding. The mirror was on the wall next to him, a web cracks and crimson stains, but the splintered face that looked at Dante from behind the shining surface was still the same as his brother's.
'Dante! Get out here!' Vergil was banging on the door.
Dante was cold and naked. He looked at himself. Ugly and loathsome. He reluctantly turned the water on and stuck his bleeding hand under a cold stream, the pinkish stains twirling, washed down the sink.
'Gimme some time,' a week voice said from behind the old wooden door and Vergil gave up. It did not seem like they could just go to bed and sleep peacefully after such an outburst. It was going to be a long night. As much as he appreciated being naked, he wasn't at home, so Vergil found his jeans and put them on.
A sudden thought made him stop mid-step. It scared him.
'Are you my brother's lover?' Vergil asked.
'What?' Dante lost balance and fell into the bathtub, hitting his elbow, hip and head painfully in the process. He was cold, both on the outside and on the inside.
'Why do you ask me a question about that person, when we were… Why do you care about him? He has nothing to do with anything, but it seems like you are really troubled by my relationship with him. I never told you anything on my own. It leaves only one option: he told you himself. It's not a matter he would discuss with a friend, which means you are not his friend. So – I ask you, are you his lover?'
'I am not gay and I am not your brother's lover,' Dante muttered, still in shock.
'Then – what was this all the fuck about?' shouted Vergil and the lamp from the nightstand smashed into the bathroom door, falling down in a mess. 'Why did you just run away?'
'Why? You have the insolence to ask why?' Dante roared angrily back. 'I will tell you, you selfish piece of shit! It was because of you! It is all your fault!' He hid his face in his hands. "You wrenched my whole life!"
'Me?' Vergil sat down on the bed, bewildered. 'What did I… I don't understand what's happening to you, Dante.'
'Shit, I should have told you when you just woke up…' whispered the devil hunter. 'I was foolish to hope this could ever work out. Things are just destined to be like this between us…'
"I can't leave him like this, no matter what," Vergil walked up the door, kicking away the broken lamp.
'Open,' he requested in a confident voice. There was no reply. 'Fine.'
Dante jerked up as the dark wooden door was hinged off, tearing the frame, and hit the floor, kicked flat against the white tiles.
'Dante,' Vergil walked in and sat onto the edge of the tub. 'Do you hate me?'
'Yes, I hate you,' Dante whispered, hiding his eyes and embracing his knees.
Words froze in Vergil's throat. "Am I one too many here? Foolish… What did I do, pushing myself onto Dante all this time, when I don't even remember what our relationship was like?.. I was so foolish…"
'Do you…' Vergil pushed himself to ask. 'Do you want to kill me?'
'Why?' Dante lowered his head to his knees and chuckled bitterly, closing his eyes. His voice was even and low, barely above whisper. 'I don't want to kill you, Vergil. I hate you because the only thing you give me is pain. You either hurt me intentionally or unintentionally… either way, the result is the same. And I hate it. I hate you because you never listen to me and you never notice me. I hate myself as well, for not being able to change anything. So, see, Verge, it is ironical. I hate both of us. But I don't want death for either of us.'
Vergil smiled inwardly to himself. "I just can't bring myself to be angry anymore. What the Hell is wrong with this world."
'Come on, idiot,' his brother's arms took Dante from the bathtub and Vergil carried him back to the room. 'Whatever it is, we'll work it out somehow.'
'Did you hit your head, man?' Dante wriggled, trying to get off his brother's hands. 'Put me down!'
'Here,' Vergil laughed and threw the devil hunter to the crumpled bed. 'Put on your jeans and get warm and comfortable in that nest of a blanket because tonight we-…'
'Sir! Sir!' someone was knocking at their door worriedly. 'I am from the staff here, is everything alright?'
'What do you want?' Vergil opened the door to the room.
Dante was very glad that he managed to throw the blanket over himself just in time.
'We received information that here…' the clerk noticed the absence of the bathroom door, the smashed lamp and the general mess in the room. 'Sir, I am afraid that the damage will have to be paid for,' tried to explain the young brown-haired boy. He looked embarrassed and somehow afraid, which Dante did not understand.
"We don't have the money, I gave it all to pay for the room and for the dinner…" Vergil frowned.
'No problem, dude!' Dante saluted the boy with a wide grin. 'Come back in a minute, I'll find my wallet.'
'All right, Sir,' the clerk closed the door and left the Sparda twins alone.
As soon as the lock clicked, Dante jerked up and started dressing faster that any soldier could ever learn to.
'Hurry! You don't want to spend the night in jail, do you?' he hissed to Vergil, trying to lace up his All Stars and falling from the bed.
'But you don't have any money!' hissed his brother back.
'Shut up and believe in me! Dress up quickly!'
In a couple of minutes they were disheveled but dressed and Dante had two blankets in his hand. Vergil could already hear steps in the corridor.
'He's coming, what are you going to do, shithead?'
'Ready?' asked Dante, smirking and going to the door.
'For what-?'
The devil hunter turned around and dashed across the room; his hand snaked around Vergil's waist and together they smashed right into the white lilies of the stained-glass. Several seconds of falling in the rain of shining droplets and splinters and Dante struck the asphalt, wincing at the impact on his legs, Vergil in utter shock and complete humiliation – a boneless package on the devil hunter's shoulder.
'Idiot!' The Dark Knight got to his feet and jerked away from Dante as if from a toxic waste. He regained his composure, drew his white wet hair back in one swift motion of his hand and straightened his shirt. 'What now?'
'Isn't it obvious?' Dante chuckled out, a total mess of a devil hunter under the heavy rain. 'Find my Jaguar and run for good!'
'Damn,' Vergil started out for the garage, water pouring on him and caressing his face with cold fingers. "And here was I thinking of having a nice evening at a hotel, in a warm luxurious bed. Not that I am complaining but I just wanted to have a rest, after months of torture. But he just has a talent for ruining my plans doesn't he?"
They flew into a shabby garage, Vergil got into the driver's seat and started the engine. Dante threw the towels into the boot and jumped into the seat pushing his body easily right over the door.
'Dante, it's your car, so make us a roof,' the Jaguar was hurrying out to the street.
'Uh, don't have one,' the devil hunter melted in his seat into a buffed up heap of evil malice.
'Are you fucking telling me that your car is a convertible without a hood?' Vergil screamed in disbelief, speeding out of the town.
'Hell yeah.'
'Oh Lord give me strength…'
'Oh Lord, give me enough luck to survive this madman driving under this downpour with the screwed eyesight of his! I myself can't frigging see anything!'
They drove under the heavy rain and in a couple of minutes everything was soaked, the two demons in the Jaguar not an exception. Dante gave up and brushed his hair back with his hand just like his brother, that way the water didn't fall from his locks into his eyes. Vergil in his turn gave up trying to evade the downpour, relaxed in his seat and drove leisurely, clothes clinging to his body unpleasantly.
"Still… Locking himself in the bathroom, breaking the mirror. To set him off like that, I must have failed at some point. But I don't understand, what exactly was wrong. He said it's my fault. Did I say something unknowingly? Was it a careless slip of a word, an unwary caress? Why all of a sudden, wasn't it he himself who was suddenly on top of me, touching me and whispering into my ear? Did he change his mind, does it mean he decided I was no good in the end? That's just ridiculous. I must have offended him at some point, otherwise he wouldn't have ran out like that. But I can't think of anything. What the Hell was wrong?"
'So,' Vergil glanced at the devil hunter then turned his glare back to the highroad leading to Oberon. 'Care to explain why you ran out? I don't like it when I don't understand the reason for accusations I receive.'
'What – did you think I was going to let you rape me?' Dante grumbled.
'I wasn't going to rape you, idiot!' Vergil felt the conversation was not going to be as smooth as he planned.
'Whatever! I am not into men and I was doing it all to make you answer that question, that's it. I don't have any other reason to let you do such disgusting stuff.'
'That's disgusting of you to use other's people trust and then throw it back at them with loathing! What exactly is your relationship with me and my brother, Dante? Tell me already, you not-into-men fucker!' Vergil was losing his temper. People holding back the information he needed irritated the Hell out of him. But even worse was being played, especially when sex was involved, it drove him wild with blinding rage.
Dante bolted up, grabbed the driver's seat and shouted, looking at his brother:
'I am your fucking'-'
"What?! Spill it already, you scum! What?!"
"I am your fucking brother, you jerk! How can you not understand!"
Vergil saw the desperation in Dante's icy eyes, then the flash of pain, that was a frequent guest in Dante's heart, it seemed, but then the devil hunter's eyes softened and he whispered, smiling:
'You are my most beloved friend and my bitterest rival, my confidant and my betrayer, my sustainer and my dependent, and scariest of all, my equal. Now, watch the road, Verge.' Dante flopped back into his seat and stared into the rainy darkness of the evening.
'Did you just quote me?' Vergil asked, his rage crumbled into light dust by the devil hunter's words.
'U-hu.'
'You are not telling me the truth anyway, right?'
'U-hu. Not telling.'
"Then, my dear Dante, you leave me no choice."
'But I wouldn't be so sure about you not being into men.'
'What?' Dante turned to Vergil immediately, in awe.
'Well, I noticed you also got exited at the hotel.'
'I- I had to make you believe me, didn't you say so yourself? The only way to get rid of you is to give you what you want. Or to make you think you are getting it. So I made sure you believed… I had to think of… Nevan and it helped.' Dante was stumbling over words and he was not sure he could make it through such a topic. "Uh, in reality, I was kinda… exited… I mean, it's Vergil! He is always gorgeous and no one can withstand him…Am I finding excuses now?"
'You did not mind what happened that morning.' Vergil's voice became steel-cold and dripping with rage. "How dare you think of that lowlife bitch when I was there! I am going to exorcise her out of your thoughts, once and for all. Don't you ever dare even look at her! When I want something, I always get it. And this time, I want you. And I'll get you. I swear." Vergil's fingers squeezed the wheel so hard that his knuckles turned white and the leather squeaked under his grip. 'You even admitted you could dream of that.'
'Shut up!' "Fuck, how do you counter that? Damn, Vergil, why are you so bloody irritated?" 'I wasn't myself! I was right after death, so I did not understand what was going on!'
'No, Dante. You understood everything very well. You even presented me with that small hilarious confrontation.'
'Stop making fun of me! I am helping you and the only thing you do is either torture me or make me a laughing stock. Now again- whaaaa?'
"It's just you, so difficult to get to. I am being serious, idiot!"
Vergil braked suddenly and Dante hit the dashboard with his head. Before he could start bitching Vergil dragged him across the car until he was sitting in his brother's lap, straddling him. The devil hunter automatically set his hands against the driver's seat, trying to push away, but Vergil grabbed hold of his shirt front with his one hand while the other pushed Dante's head down, until they were face to face, both panting after the sudden movement. Their breath mingled as soon as it escaped their mouths, lips so close that they were almost touching.
'Listen, Dante,' whispered Vergil and the raindrops from his cheek and nose slid to the devil hunter's skin. Dante shivered both at the sensation and at the sound of his name and almost blushed, realizing shamefully that his brother's voice sliced through him and shot a wave of pleasure right to his groin.
'Listen,' continued Vergil, looking at the devil hunter intently. 'I understand that I owe you a lot. I would probably be dead if you didn't take me out of the hospital. You fed me, healed me and gave me a place under your roof.
I am just not used to be nice to people. They never gave me a chance to learn. So I am very awkward at thanking you, but I really appreciate everything you have done so far. And what scares me a little is that judging by your fidelity and kindness you wouldn't think twice before helping me anytime in the future.
Dante, I am not used to this. What I believed in – is that people like you do not exist. I learned not to trust anyone and not to let anyone into my heart. This is how I am. I truly am sorry if I hurt you unintentionally.'
'Okay, never mind,' snickered Dante and relaxed, his hands falling down on Vergil's shoulders. The devil hunter leaned in and their foreheads touched, wet hair of both demons falling down.
'Just like that?' asked Vergil, amazed.
'Just like that,' whispered Dante back. 'We are sitting in a car without a roof under a terrible rain this dark evening in the middle of a highway. Don't you think we should be on our way?'
'It's an old rarely-used highway. No cars here until the hot summer days,' retorted Vergil. His right hand cautiously lay on Dante's chest and moved lower along the wet fabric, until his fingers found a button. He pedantically undid it, removing the small obstacle out of his way.
The slender form before Vergil had white hair and a handsome face. It was clad in a pair of old jeans and a white shirt…
But that was not really what Vergil saw. The wet fabric became semitransparent and clung greedily to the trained body of the devil hunter like a light blue hazy frame. Where the shirt touched the skin, it showed the lines and curves of steel-hard muscles, knit together to form a flexible yet strong creature that was now peacefully calm in Vergil's embrace.
Forget the buttons. Two hands slid along Dante's sides, an erotically tender caress.
'Stop that, Verge!' his eyes flung open in shock. 'Why are you at it again? Didn't I tell you to cut that out?'
'Shut up. It's raining and nowhere for us to go. We need heat,' Vergil's hands completed the embrace at Dante's back and pushed the devil hunter close, so that their stomachs and chests touched.
'Sounds fishy,' Dante raised an eyebrow.
'It is supposed to,' Vergil tilted his head and sucked at the devil hunter's neck right below his ear, moist lips following the trails of the raindrops, sliding with ease on the wet skin.
'Ver-Vergil! Stop that!' complained Dante, gasping for air, trying to push away again.
'Not letting you go,' the whisper burnt his ear, hands tight around his waist. Vergil moved his hips once for emphasis, grinding against the devil hunter teasingly.
'Fuck!' Dante fisted his brother's hair in an attempt to hold onto something and threw his head back as the rough wet cloth of the jeans pushed against his length.
'Like that?' teased a low husky voice and Dante shivered. 'I guess, it's pure luck that if you like something you can't bring yourself to stop it, right, Dante?'
'You shitty manipulator…'
Vergil smiled and resumed his work of licking away the rain from the devil hunter's neck. When he met the collar of the shirt he just yanked it away, successfully tearing off several buttons and exposing a nice shoulder to the shower of water falling down from the sky and the kisses.
'I feel like I will never get enough of you,' murmured Vergil and groped the devil hunter's ass shamelessly, fingers touching inner thighs possessively, earning a 'Stop that!-' from the heavily panting Dante.
"You drive me insane."
Dante sat, his eyes closed, the rain beating his face and falling into his open mouth. Breathing was so difficult. Vergil was squeezing his ass and kissing his shoulder, but he did not care anymore, drowned in the strange feeling of being needed. The feeling he craved so much. Ever since… the green grass.
When Vergil wanted to switch from one shoulder to the other, Dante just turned his head into the opposite direction, allowing his brother the access to the already abused and reddening flesh.
"I don't care anymore… Why and why you… whatever, just don't stop… Don't let go of me. How can you be doing all this? It's hard to believe, wouldn't you want to just forget what happened to you? But where did you get so good at it?" the pangs of jealousy were painful in his chest.
Vergil's hands grabbed Dante's legs and spread his thighs further. The devil hunter could feel his brother's erect sex against his balls and the lower part of his own hard member, even through the cloth.
Dante moaned and rocked his hips, pressing his body into everything that was Vergil.
"Finally, giving in. I hate your sharp tongue and your idiotic brain! You should have agreed earlier, why did you have to refrain from this? This bliss…" Vergil got hold of Dante's buttocks and set a steady rhythm, pushing the devil hunter against himself, faking what they could have really been doing. "Why the hell, I never thought I would agree to just this little contact…We should be having sex now, not just grinding against each other like virgin teenagers…"
Dante stopped and looked down at his brother's face and tugged the shirt off Vergil's shoulders, cutting off any thoughts the Dark Knight could have had. The wet cloth slid down, revealing Vergil's chest and flat stomach to the licks of water.
'I wish I could be the rain,' whispered Dante, drawing with raindrops on his brother's skin, letting his nails scratch from time to time, his tender hands on Vergil's front, the touch tool light to stand the tempting.
'You had me thinking you were never going to take an active part,' smirked Vergil and toppled the devil hunter down onto the steering-wheel.
'Hey!' Dante clutched at his brother's neck.
'Ever had sex in a cool car?'
'I am Not. Having. Sex. With you.' Warned Dante, eyes wide.
'Okay. No sex.' The smile that twisted Vergil's features and the glint in his darkened eyes promised some cunning plan.
'You know, the steering-wheel is not exactly my idea of a comfortable surface.'
'I had to pin you down in case you wanted to run,' Vergil was hovering over Dante with a foxy grin, still holding the devil hunter's ass firmly. 'You are not planning to, are you?'
'No. Now, let me back up.'
Vergil pulled the lean body up, so that they were sitting in the driver's seat again, and whispered smugly. 'Undo your jeans.'
'What for?' Dante was embarrassed and too caught up in the moment to be able to hide it.
'Just do it. My hands are full and I am pretty happy this way.'
'Uh.' Dante undid the button, pulled the zipper down and took his aching member out. 'Hell,' he gasped as the cold air and rain hit the sensitive flesh and made him shiver. The devil hunter bit his lip and let his head fall into the crook of his brother's neck.
Vergil tilted his head to look at the freed sex that was glistening with water and pre-cum, Dante's right hand holding it lightly. His other hand was embracing Vergil at the shoulders and supporting the devil hunter's shivering body.
'Stroke it,' tempted Vergil and a shiver shook Dante's body at his low voice.
"Crazy fucker," the devil hunter inhaled sharply, his suddenly dry lips parted, but the slender fingers obediently moved after his brother's command, playing with the hardness.
'Shit, get me out, too…' Vergil whispered, his hands went roaming over Dante's body impatiently, finally tearing the shirt off and throwing it away.
The devil hunter undid his brother's jeans and cold slick fingers took Vergil's rigid cock and freed it of its confinement. Their flesh connected, a velvety hot sensation ripped throaty moans from their lips.
'Dante,' Vergil almost pleaded, unable to stop gazing at their connected shafts. The devil hunter took both of them in his hand and pumped slowly.
'More,' Vergil was breathing through his mouth, every intake of air – a great accomplishment. 'Ah!' The speed of Dante's ministrations went up, both of the Sparda twins completely on fire.
'Ver – ah! I'm…' His brother's hands were gliding along Dante's body, outlining every curve with insatiable precision. They were massaging his shoulders, caressing his ribs, brushing his nipples teasingly and palming his chest, as if to imprint an eternal sign on him. The devil hunter was shaking, his uneven breath on Vergil's neck, his lips against Vergil's jaw line.
Every slide of Dante's hand brought their cocks together, skin to skin. Occasionally Dante was spreading the rain water over the heads, brushing them together, pushing them against each other, making both bodies of the Sparda twins shudder.
'Can't take it any more…' coughed Vergil out as Dante's fingers were handling him mercilessly. The dark tips of their cocks disappearing into those cold strong fingers, covering them with the mix of water and pre-cum. Vergil finally lost himself in pleasure and unconsciously quickly pushed Dante flat against himself, leaned in and bit hard where the neck met the shoulder, as the white locks tickled his cheek.
'Verge!' Dante cried out in pleasure and, as pain struck him suddenly, he let go of their hard members and threw his head back. Their cocks stayed trapped between their bodies and pushed too close against each other. The light ribbons of hot cum were smeared over their stomachs.
Dante pushed himself back, the sticky white threads connecting his body to his brother's.
'Hm,' smiled Vergil lazily, leaning against the back of the seat, and put his hand in the middle of the mess. He covered it in cum and spread the white pattern up Dante's body, painting up along his abs to Dante's chest. Vergil laughed out and dirtied one pert nipple with cum, then started circling around it with his fingers.
'What are you doing you pervert!' Dante cried out, slapping his brother's hands away.
'You are no fun,' pouted Vergil, pursing his lips.
'Better think of cleaning this mess!' Dante jerked the shirt from behind Vergil and started wiping their cum away.
'Clean me, too,' ordered Vergil and put his hands behind his head, presenting Dante with a rather seducing picture of his bare upper body.
'Hm,' noted the devil hunter and finished up with the cleaning. 'What now, smartass? It's still raining and we lost two shirts.'
'Forget the shirts. We are not cold anymore, are we? It was your fault anyway for…'
'Don't' even go there,' Dante pointed his finger at Vergil to emphasize his words. 'You knocked the door down!'
'Well you didn't come out!'
'Shut up!'
'Shut up!'
They silently tugged themselves into their soaked jeans and looked at each other.
'Fine,' Vergil spread out his hands. 'Come here. Let's sleep.'
'Aren't we gonna catch a cold or something? Come on, I don't want to sleep half-naked under the rain!'
'Wait,' Vergil threw Dante off his lap and back to his seat and went searching for something in the boot. 'Here they are,' he came back with the blankets, and slipped elegantly back into the driver's seat. 'I don't know what you wanted with them, but they proved to be useful.'
Dante took his brother's invitation and sat back on his lap, this time his side to Vergil's chest, and waited patiently as Vergil covered him with two thick blankets.
'You are a demon just like myself. We'll be fine even if the rain doesn't stop for the next three days,' Vergil embraced Dante, pushing the devil hunter to rest his head on his brother's shoulder.
'If you say so,' Dante closed his eyes. 'But what about the car? We stopped in the middle of the highway and my Jaguar is right halfway across the centre strip.'
'Everything that is not a tram can find its way around.'
'Damn right,' Dante smiled and hugged his brother at the waist. It was warm.
In a couple of minutes they were asleep.
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Yes, the only reason they got to it was Tears, my dear N1 reader) Thanx girl)))
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