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Stripped is the name of Charlie's fic. Apparently FF didnt want to post that in my last a/n so I'm doing it again! Its in my favorites and she updates a lot! Mostly because I bug her all the time to do so. I just love me some bedward.
This chapter is intense. I went through a lot of emotions writing it and I love how it came out. I hope you do as well:
This stupid fucking wall.
I hate looking at it.
There are aboslutely no good memories involved with this wall. When I'm staring at this wall it means I'm getting fucked by Max. It means I'm having to numb myself.
My mind shuts off.
My body shuts off.
I just let it happen and hope it ends soon.
He doesn't realize this, he thinks I'm into it. He thinks that I love it when he fucks me. He doesnt understand how much I hate it. How much I hate myself after we're done.
I fuck him to get things. To put myself somewhat in control of what he does, because no one is ever in control around him. He does what he wants and he gets away with it. If I fuck him at least I know I can get something out of it, maybe use it as leverage? Who knows if it would ever work that way but I like to think it would.
Hes a scary person and to be on this side of things, even if this side means fucking him, is a lot better than the other side.
When he finishes I dont move. Its his second time but I'd rather him just fuck me again, then maybe I wouldnt have to go do the damn deal.
"Get up." He demands as he zips up his pants.
I push myself off the desk and turn towards him. I'm naked and I dont even give a fuck. Hes seen me like this more times than I could even count. Most people at this club have actually.
"As much as I love to see you naked put your fucking clothes on, you have work to do. " He turns away from me and goes to his desk. I put my clothes back on, getting stuck in my tights a few times and hoping he doesnt notice. I dont like to upset him or do things wrong. It can only hurt the situation.
Sometimes I wish he was dead. I wish he'd get in too deep with something and someone more powerful would just kill him. Then I wouldnt have to deal with all of this. I would be free, finally.
"What am I doing tonight?" I asked when I finished with all my clothes. I looked at the clock and noticed its a little after seven.
"You'll be going to one of my customers houses and dropping off this." He slammed a briefcase down on the desk. I jumped. "You will get fifteen grand and you will come back here. Understand?"
"Yes." Fifteen grand? What the fuck? What could you be buying with that? What would I even be carrying? What did I do if a cop stopped me? I didnt know what I was holding? I dont want to do this. I have a horrible ,sinking feeling in my stomach and I just want to pull my hair out.
"Good. Go."He nodded to his body guard and I was escorted out. As embarassing as that was I was glad. If I had a body guard with me then maybe Neil wouldn't be brave enough to come near me.
This made me get into a whole new debate in my head, only adding to my stress. What do I do about Neil? Do I tell Tyler? I feel like I should. Neil is someone from his past. Someone he would want to know about.
Neil is dangerous though. He knows how much he can provoke Tyler just by being in the same room as him. He knows that if he uses me it will make Tyler even worse.
Tyler has a temper that I dont know how to handle. I can usually figure out when it will happen but I never know how to control it. I love it and I hate it. I love that he is so passioniate and that he care but I hate it because I dont want him to get hurt. I dont want him to get in trouble.
I dont want to lose him.
As I'm walking through the club towards the doors, with my body guard on my tail, I notice Neil sitting at the bar. He doesnt see me which is good. He has some girls all over him, this type of place is probably the only time he gets girls. Hes such a fucking creep. Although Tyler did say he used to get girls all the time.
Stupid girls who think asshole men are the way to a happy life.
I'll take my sensitive, damaged, sexy, sweetheart over an asshole any day.
I walk out into the cold night air and and immediately regretting this outfit. The coat is great for covering what I'm wearing but not so much for keeping me warm.
I'm fucking freezing.
I start walking faster.
The apartment was a thirty minute walk away from the club. I didnt like that. I hoped that I had enough money in my wallet that I could get a cab back to my apartment, back to Tyler. I couldnt call him for a ride, I would have no excuse and he would want answers.
No. I need to stop thinking about him. At least for the next section of time so that I can stay focused and get what I need.
I walked up to the apartment and it was pretty big and very nice. Obviously someone whos willing to drop fifteen thousand on whatever is in this suitcase would have money but still.
I've been trying to figure out what in the suitcase and I cant. Its an awkward weight. Not very heavy but not light either. I should probably just stop trying to guess because odds are I'll never know.
I pressed the button outside the main door that alerts the client he has a guest. I get buzzed through without even speaking into the intercom, weird?
My heart is literally thumping in my chest right now, I swear everyone in a ten mile radius can hear it. I dont like this. This is making me feel trapped. The last deal was outside, in a park. I could have run. This deal is making me feel like I'm being herded into this apartment against my will.
Stairs or Elevator?
Stairs will give me more time to think.
I start walking up the stairs and end up holding the railing because I'm shaking so badly. I have the briefcase clutched so closely to me. I dont want anyone to walk by and try to grab it, not that anyone would. There isnt even anyone in the hallway with me..I'm paranoid.
I'm still dressed as a fucking prostitute. Fuck. I hope this person doestn want me to take my coat off. I dont want them getting the wrong impression of me. I dont want to fuck, I dont want to do anything with them. I just want to get my fifteen thousand and get out.
Listen to me? Get my fifteen thousand? I'm in deep fucking shit. This isnt something normal people talk about.. this isnt even something former prostitutues talk about..
I walk the final steps and pause at the top. The door I want is only feet away from me, they know I'm coming, I have to go. I want to run.
No. I need to get those over with. I dont want Max to have a reason to hurt me or Tyler. Especially Tyler.
As I walk up to the door I swear I am going to throw up, I can feel it in my stomach and in my throat. I dont even think I will be able to open my mouth without throwing up.
I lift my hand up and knock. Its a pathetic knock, no one would hear it.
I wait.
Nothing.
Damn they didnt hear me, I knew it was too quiet.
I knock again.
Footsteps.
"Come in." The door opens a crack and I hear footsteps walk away. Its a man. Of course it is.
What the fuck?
I push open the door and stand in the thresh hold. The apartment is nice.
"Hello?"
I cant see anyone. All I can see is a hallway that looks like it leads into the living room. Theres a few doors on either side along the way and they freak me out. I dont want to walk in, can't we just do this at the door?
"I said come in." The voice boomed through the apartment.
I walked down the hallway, slowly. I was trying not to make it obvious how uncomfortable I was. I wanted to look strong, confident and like someone you shouldnt fuck with. I'm sure I just looked like someone who had been fucked. Because I had. Because I'm a fucking idiot.
"You aren't Felix."
"No I'm not."
"Well?"
I didnt respond, I just looked at him. He was tall, probably a little taller than Tyler. He had very dark hair, almost black. He wasn't muscular though. He was scrawny. This made me more confident. I didnt feel like he could really overpower me. I would be able to get away if he tried anything.
"Do you have a name?"
"Does it really matter?" I held the briefcase up to my eye level. "I think we both know you only care about one thing in this room and so do I. Let's stick to that." All of my time working with men and dealing with their sneaky ways had paid off. I could still hear my heart beating like a fucking humming bird's wings but I didnt give a fuck right now. My bitch side had come out and I was hoping it would stick around until I left.
"I suppose not." He spoke and walked closer to me. I stood my ground. I wasn't backing down to this asshole. "Would you care for a drink?"
He walked past me and into the kitchen. I followed without even realizing I was.
He motioned to hand me a glass filled with a dark colored alcohol that I could smell from feet away.
"No thank you. I'm here for the money and to give you this, " I moved the briefcase upwards again " and to leave."
His face changed, his eyes grew darker. Fuck. I shouldn't have done that.
Why must everyone I deal with think that they can boss me around? Should I be less bitchy? Maybe I should just accept the drink and be nicer..get the money quicker that way? Would it be easier? Yes probably. I should start treating these deals as if I am back in the club. What was the easiest way to make money? Get the man to trust you, to want you. Get him to want the private room. In this case I need him to be comfortable around me and give me the money. I need to just think of this as me selling myself, except myself in this case happens to be a briefcase worth a lot more than a private room.
"I wouldn't mind having a drink first though." I tried using my nicer, sexy voice that I reserved for the club. I figured that would make him like me and not think I'm a huge bitch. I need to learn how to handle these situations.
No. I dont. I dont because I will never be putting myself into these situations anymore. I'm getting out of this. This is the last deal.
I need to make this one count. Make sure this man doesnt see me as a threat. I dont want any trouble.
"Of course. I'm glad that you changed your mind. You already seem more interesting than Felix." He seemed..nice? If someone paying fifteen thousand for some mysterious briefcase from a criminal who runs a prositution ring could be nice. I still wasnt comfortable around him but I didnt feel so paranoid anymore. I took a sip of the drink he had made me and my breath was taken away.
Whiskey.
I tried so hard not to cough, I didnt want to look like a pussy. I could handle it, I know I could. I hadnt drank whiskey in forever though, making this very hard.
There was an awkward silence as we stood in the kitchen. I was still holding the briefcase because there was no way I would put that down without the money. He must have sensed something because he dug through his pockets until he produced a stack of money.
"This is what you're looking for, correct?" He put his hand out towards me. I didnt know what to do because both my hands were full. I put the drink down and grabbed the money with that hand. I couldnt really count it because I was still holding the briefcase. Oh well.
I put it all in my jacket pocket and placed the briefcase on the counter in front of the man. I'm really glad I lost the bitch face because this was going very smoothly. Everything wasn't tense and I didnt feel like I was in danger.
When he leaned towards the briefcase I thought he was going to take it but instead he opened it. I was instantly curious. He tilted it towards me and I didnt understand why?
"You didnt know what you had been carrying did you?" He said as I looked into the case. He lifted up a top layer of newspapers and revealed the pricey cargo. There were hundreds of tightly packed bags of white power. This wasn't the small baggies I had seen before, these were much larger. Holy fuck. I would have been screwed if a cop had stopped me. I would have looked like a fucking coke whore.
"No. Max didnt tell me." I reached down for my glass and took a large sip.
"He never does. Felix used to try and get me to open it before he'd leave. I never would." He was being nice to me, I dont get it. "Why have you taken over for Felix?"
"I'm only a temp. I'm sure Felix will be back for your next dealing." Another large sip. I was enjoying the burn too much. I had almost finished my glass and I was getting worried that I looked anxious. I looked over at his drink and he was finishing the last drop. Nevermind, now I feel fine.
I feel slightly drunk.
No, I feel very drunk.
There was probably five shots in the glass he gave me and I'm down to one left. Fuck. I'm a fucking lightweight here, I only weigh 110lbs.
"What's your name?" He asked me casually.
"Mallory." I told him almost instantly. I was too comfortable around him. I knew that I was but I couldnt help it. He wasn't a bad guy. He was nice. He seemed harmless. "What's yours?"
"Nicholas. You can just call me Nick if you want."
"Alright." Nick. This is how all deals should go down. I should have just always treated them as if they were a customer as the club. Its the same sort of thing except they are paying a lot more and I'm not what they get in exchange.
"You are very pretty." What? Did he just call me pretty? " I dont mean to embarass you, its just..you are. It may be the whiskey talking. "
"Thank you." What do you say to that? We just did a fifteen thousand dollar cocaine deal over whiskey and now you're calling me pretty?
"Why are you still wearing your coat? You can take it off you know, I'm not going to kick you out just because we've done our deal." I hesistated. I wasn't wearing a lot under here, but I was getting hot from the alcohol. He didnt understand my hesitation. " I wont steal the money back from you if that's what you're worried about. I know enough not to cross Max."
Well at least Nick was a smart man. I wasn't sexually attracted to him at all. That wasnt my pull to him. I think it was just having someone treat me nice knowing what I am. Not judging me. It reminded me of Tyler and how he treats me. Fuck if Tyler knew I was here right now..
"Um, alright." What? Mallory! NO! Do not take off your coat. This is your sober self telling you to keep your fucking coat on. But I'm hot. Really hot. He wont care. He wont judge me. Its just a lacey, silky dress. I could just be a really slutty person in general..right?
I pulled off my coat and placed it on the chair beside me. I could feel his eyes on me. My high heels, thigh high tights and a dress that obviously shows my black lacey bra as well. I was getting completely checked out.
I didnt like it.
I looked at him with what I hoped looked like "stop fucking staring" but I'm not sure.
"Sorry to stare I just wasn't expecting.." he waved his hands in the air "that."
"Well I work for Max. What the fuck did you expect?" I wasnt about to apologize or make a big deal of this. I looked like I came here to fuck. I look like he hired me. I look like the fucking prostitute that I am. I cant say that I'm not anymore because I'm still fucking Max.
"That is very true. He is very lucky to have such a stunning woman working for him." He winked. Fuck. He needs to stop It. I gave him a small smile. This is getting annoying. I want to leave. I shouldnt have taken my coat off. Hes being nice, I shouldn't be freaking out. I need to just calm down. I finished my drink. Fuck that.
He started to move closer to me and I tensed up. What was he doing? I reached down for my coat and put my right hand on it. I could feel where the money was. He couldnt get that from me.
"What are you doing?" I asked as he came closer, inches away from my body. I could feel the heat from him and it did nothing for me. I wanted him to back the fuck up.
He stroked his hand down my arm.
"You really are fucking hot." Wow. I guess the smooth, nice man I just saw is gone?
"Please back up." His hand kept tracing my arm, up and down. His other hand went to my neck and pushed the hair away. He kept his eyes on my body the entire time. He wouldnt look into my eyes.
He wanted to fuck me. He thought I planned this shit. He thought I was going to be up for a causal fuck?
Sorry Nick, no. Never. Going. To. Happen.
"Stop." I tried to sound stern. He needed to stop.
"Why baby? You're all dressed up with no where to go, you could just stay here with me."
"What happened to the man I was talking to a few minutes ago?" I asked, seriously confused.
"Look we both know what you do for a living. I was being nice, trying to make you feel comfortable. Now we can just get down to business and you can fuck me like a good little girl." He moved his lips towards my exposed neck and I snapped. I pushed him back while simultaneously grabbing my jacket.
"You fucking asshole. You think giving me drinks and sweet talking is going to get your dick wet?"
"Yes, it usually does."
"Well then go find the usuals and fuck them." I turned around to leave and he grabbed my arm. The second time tonight someone has done that to me, what the fuck?
"You're going to regret this."
"The opportunity to fuck you? No I'm good. I could go my whole life without seeing or touching your pencil dick." I pulled away from him and left. I slammed the door. Fuck his neighbors I hope they got mad and called someone to complain.
Hes a fucking asshole. He was so fucking nice to me and it was all just to get in my pants? Are you fucking kidding me?
Who the fuck does that?
I'm so riled up right now. My heart is pounding from the adrenaline pumping through me. I want to punch someone or something. I get outside and throw my coat on. I dont need people walking down the street wondering why the hooker isn't on a corner. Fuck them.
My mind is trying to wrap around what just happened.
I cant.
I put my hands in my pockets and feel the money. I need to bring that to Max. I need to be done with this. Done.
Not pretend done. Not one more job then done.
Just done.
I grab a cab because I'm not going to deal with walking there. The walk here was enough for me.
As I get out of the cab I remember that last time I was here Neil was here as well. I dont need to see him again. I dont want him to talk to me or look at me or anything. I just want to drop the damn money off.
I dont even look up as I push through the club and towards the back. Max is in his office with Clara. I can hear her. Shes loud.
Is he really getting off again?I've only been gone a little over an hour?
Whatever. Hopefully she can take over for me, not in the drug dealing business but in the fucking Max business.
I wait outside until they're done. My mind is still racing. I cant stop thinking about everything that happened tonight. I cant tell Tyler and that makes this even harder. I want to tell him. I want to be able to vent to him. I have no one to talk to though.
I guess thats how its always been. I'm a loner. I do things on my own. I like being independant. Too bad I'm not anymore because it would have been very convienent at a time like this.
I've become very dependant on Tyler recently making this situation suck.
It doenst take long for them to finish. I block out the sounds and wait for Clara to leave before heading in. She waves hi to me and smiles brightly. Why the fuck is she so happy?
I walk in before the door shuts and Max looks surprised.
"Here's your money." I throw it on the table.
"That was quick."
" I do the job and I leave. Theres no need for small talk." I know this now because the fucking asshole I just dealt with used small talk against me.
"Well you should be treating my customers nicely." He winked at me. "Have you been?"
"Nicely? Yes. Fucking them? No."
"No?" He looks fucking surprised again. What the fuck?
"No. I quit Max. Thats it. Did you know that Nicholas would want to fuck? Or were you just hoping for extra money?"
"I'll be in touch." He waved his hand and a body guard came in to get me.
So he must have known that things could possibly happen with Nick. Was this a test? I wasn't doing it anymore. He knew that. Fuck him and his mind games I wasn't playing anymore.
"No need, I'm done here." I said as I walked back into the club. I didnt hear if he said anything back and at this point I couldnt care less.
I kept my hair in front of me as I walked through, I didnt want to change Neil seeing me and approaching.
When I got outside I finally took a deep breath.
Maybe I was actually free this time. Max didnt need me for the jobs he had Felix. If he really needed a girl to do it I bet Clara would. As much as I hate to think of Clara getting into trouble I know she'd do it.
I started walking back to my apartment. Its a little after eight I think. Tyler will still be up and wondering how everything went. Damn. I just need to be vague and not lie so much. I hate lying to him.
Maybe we can just hang out tonight and do nothing. Just be us. I cant even believe I'm saying this but I just want to cuddle. I just want to tuck myself under his arm and chin and tangle my legs into his and feel his body pressed against mine. I never realized how erotic cuddling could be.
Its very personal and intensely affectionate but I love it. Its become something that I look forward to. Something that I find comfort in.
I never thought I'd hear myself say that. Ever.
I get up to the apartment and I'm nervous. The lies are building. I hate it.
I open the door to find him sleeping on the couch. The food network is on TV and it makes me smile. He watches that all the time now. I wonder why? Is it because of me or did he always do that?
I walk over and get on my knees beside the couch so that my head is at the same level as his.
"Tyler" I whisper and rub some hair away from his face. "Wake up."
He doesnt move. Hes sound asleep. I decide to have some fun and begin kissing him, moving from his neck to his lips.
As I kiss him I feel him begin to respond to me, his lips molding to mine. I keep kissing, slowly sliding our lips together. I feel his pull into a smile and his hand move and wrap around my waist, pulling me closer. Hes awake.
"What are you doing, baby?" He whispers into my mouth as he continues to kiss me.
"Waking you up." I take one of my hands and latch onto his hair.
"Please wake me up like this every day." He pulls me on the couch and on top of him.
"Alright. I can do that." I used to hate being around anyone like this, hearing people like this, thinking about being like this. Now I'm all over it. What happened? I'm not one to get attached. I dont have cute moments with a guy. Then again I said I didnt do boyfriends and here I am happily dating Tyler.
I'm changing whether I like it or not. I need to take more control, keep my emotions in check. I like Tyler and he likes me. We're good together. It works. Let's not fuck it up.
He pulls away from me and looks right into my eyes.
"I missed you." He whispers and wraps his arms around me. He's so much bigger than me that his hands touch his stomach on either side.
"I missed you too."
We start kissing again and I feel him getting harder against my stomach. He's so fucking big I still dont understand how I can walk after hes inside me.
I start to pull off my coat and realize what I'm wearing underneath. He wont like that.
"I'll be right back." I jump off him and run to my room. That was close. He would have had a lot of questions if he had seen this outfit. I had worn my coat out when I had left, he didnt know what I had on. I stripped out of everything and threw on one of his white v necks and a thong.
I turned around and he was standing in the doorway. How long had he been there?
"Why?" He asked. His voice flat. Fuck. He saw me in those clothes.
"What?" I tried to act innocent but I knew it wouldnt get me far. I just wanted to buy some time so that I could think of something to say.
"Why the fuck were you wearing that Mallory? Dont lie to me." He pointed to the floor and gave me a disgusted look. I felt cheap. I felt used. I felt like a whore. I had been fucked tonight by someone that wasnt him, he didnt know and I wasnt going to tell him.
I just needed to get myself out of this.
"I-I had to wear it. I have to fit in at the club when I go, whether or not I'm working an-and I wasnt working. I was doing random things to close out and be done completely. It was my job for a while Tyler you can't expect me to just up and leave without any warning. Usually you give a two week notice at places. I still have to help train girls to do things that I would have done." Where the fuck did all that come from? I just made that up as I went and I'm pretty sure that it sounded legitimate.
"Dressed like that?" He was still pissed off. My excuse may have worked to keep him away from asking more questions about that but he still didnt want me wearing the outfit. I understood that. Completely.
"I'm sorry."
"You are mine Mallory." He spoke loud and firm. "Do you hear me? Mine. I dont want anyone else to touch you. Ever."
My heart started racing at his words. I loved dominant, posessive Tyler because he made me instantly wet. I hated him because I was my own person and I didnt like being told what to do.
"I'm not kidding. I dont want other men to see you in this." He leaned down and picked up the dress. "This isnt even fucking clothing. I want to be the only one to see your beautiful body. I will be the only one from now on, right?"
"Yes." I was intimidated by him, turned on by him, frustrated with him and liking this side of him all at the same time.
He walked closer to me and my breathing got heavier. He pulled off my shirt and his eyes went directly to my boobs. He leaned down and whispered into my ear, "I dont want anyone else to ever touch you. No one can touch you the way I do. No one can make you feel the way I do."
His fingers began to pull and twist my nipples, it was hard and rough. I loved it. I stood there and closed my eyes, absorbing the sensations. His mouth stayed at my ear and I heard his breathing increase. I wanted to reach out and touch him, see what I was doing to him. I could feel myself soaking my thong.
He pulled his face away from me and stopped touching my nipples, I shook from the loss of contact. I wanted him to touch me.
"Spread your legs apart." He demanded. I did instantly.
He took one finger and began to drag it down my stomach and past my belly button. When he reached the lace of my thong I shivered. He continued down that path and traveled over my swollen clit and towards all the hot wetness.
"So fucking wet. You feel what I'm doing to do?" He dragged his finger back and forth over my center while keeping eye contact with me. "I'm going to make you cum so hard."
Without warning his finger slid behind my thong and slid inside of me. I shuddered and my eyes closed. He began swirling his finger around, just one finger. It was driving me insane. I was soaking wet and he just kept going. It wasn't enough to get me off, just to drive me insane.
"More." I barely whispered. "Please Tyler."
"You like what I do to you?"
I could barely respond so I nodded and hummed. I opened my eyes to watch him go down on his knees and pull my thong off. Yes. He's going to give me more.
"You have the prettiest pussy Mallory, have I ever told you that? Its so bare and tiny and pink. And mine." I felt myself become impossibly wetter.
"Yes, yours." In a way it was, because in a way I was his. I wasn't sure what that way was yet but it didnt matter.
He began dragging his finger back and forth from my clit to my opening but never going fully in either direction, it felt amazing and made me want more. I reached down to grab his hand and move it where I wanted it and he grabbed my wrist.
"No." He let go of my wrist and I heard him taking off his clothes. "I just want to bury myself inside you so that you could never forget me. I want to fuck you so good you never want anyone else. "
I walked towards the bed and laid down on the edge , keeping my feet on the floor. I wanted him to take me right now. He walked towards me and put the head of his dick against my clit and rubbed. I could feel my wetness coating his dick with every stroke. I pulled my legs up bending my knees and resting my feet on the edge. I couldnt control the moans and whimpers that were escaping my mouth.
"I just want to fuck you so hard." He spoke before thrusting into me. I screamed out in pleasure as he filled me. He slid back and forth in a steady motion. He grabbed onto my knees and spread them apart opening me wider for him and changing the sensations. I was moaning uncontrollably. He was fucking me hard and I loved it. I loved when he lost control and did this. I could hear the growls coming from his mouth as he pushed deeper and deeper.
My walls began to tighten and I could feel myself coming close. I wanted it, I craved it. Tyler made orgasms the best thing in the entire world.
"Do not cum Mallory." He yelled at me and my eyes flew open. "You are mine. Tell me." He demanded.
"I'm yours."
"Again."
"I'm yours. I'm always yours." I wanted to cum so badly. He knew this and slowed down his pace, I was so close. "Its only you." I said and reached up to grab his hair.
"Mine." He said again before picking up and pace and rubbing my clit with his thumb. Holy fuck. That brought me right back to the edge, ready to fall.
"Cum for me Mallory, come on baby. I want to hear you." He bent down and began sucking on one of my nipples and pinching the other with his free hand. I couldn't hold it any longer. There were too many things being rubbed, pinched and fucked.
My climax hit hard and I screamed out his name. I could feel my walls milking his dick inside me as he kept pounding into me. He pulled his head up to watch my face as I lost it. I could feel my whole body vibrating with my orgasm. My vision blurred so I shut my eyes tight.
As I was coming down I felt him slow as he burst inside me. His moans kept my orgasm alive and I gripped onto him tightly. I didnt want him to leave. I didnt want him to go anywhere
I wanted to keep him here with me.
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