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A/N: Waterbeds suck. Everyone I know who has ever had one, has eventually gotten rid of it. Today was another such day where a waterbed had to be drained at the very last minute of course and with only the tiniest of pumps that started smoking halfway through the process. It is not fun, waterbeds aren't cool.
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Chapter Twenty-One:
Sugar
Brenda hadn't expected Raydor to perform quite so formidably. Of course, she didn't know the woman well enough, nor had she had any other prior experience to base a theory on but being blown away like that hadn't been part of Brenda's plan.
All the more reason to prove herself.
"For heaven's sakes, hold still!" Brenda pulled on the back of Sharon's blouse, slipping it down her arms.
"I will, if you hold still first."
They glared at one another, standing in the middle of the room in various states of semi-undress. "Well, how 'bout you try 'n make me?" Brenda drawled, lifting an eyebrow while smoothing her lean body along Sharon's curves and tugged on the blouse which had ended up a sort of straitjacket for the other woman.
Sharon moved slightly in her restraints and rolled her eyes in a resigned manner. "You're an awful, awful person."
"Likewise," Brenda grinned and leaned in to kiss along the woman's neck. Feeling smug, she pulled on the zipper of Sharon's pencil skirt with deliberate slowness, the sound it produced doing the gloating for her. Nibbling and kissing along the woman's bare shoulder, savoring the taste and the feel of her skin, Brenda brushed the skirt over her hips until it fell to the floor.
She drew back a little but didn't glance down, instead she stared intently into Sharon's eyes, inhaling as the woman exhaled. Brenda twisted the blouse, being very deliberate about it, and brushed the fingertips of her right hand along Sharon's hip, the touch so fleeting and soft that it felt like the caress of a feather.
Brenda reached behind herself, a small, barely noticeable smile lifting the very corners of her mouth upwards as she pulled the zipper of her dress down the rest of the way. The blonde observed with fascination as Sharon set her jaw and lifted her chin just so, she could feel the tension in her arms and twisted the blouse a bit to test the woman.
She had her hands clenched into fists, Brenda knew without actually seeing it.
She was about to really win for the very first time.
Brenda leaned in with a cockiness that made her feel rather unlike herself yet she also felt her soft and tender side being drawn to the woman like a moth to the flame. This was her chance to truly feel what it was like to be with Sharon Raydor and even though she had gotten her first taste already, the mere idea of doing all that again blew Brenda's mind.
Being this close to the woman was arousing in itself considering how often she had denied herself even that simplest of pleasures.
The blonde leaned in, captivated by the scent that swirled around her, that seemed more alive this close, just having wafted off the woman's warm skin. She closed her eyes and brought her lips to Sharon's jaw, right by her ear where Brenda imagine she put on her perfume. It was very faint, a mere component of what the scent was made up of. Still, the blonde kissed the spot and nibbled but the woman wouldn't relax.
Of course, Brenda had expected that and she rather liked it. Raydor's pompousness, her sense of entitlement, it annoyed the blonde to no end, yet she couldn't help but be drawn to it in the hopes of taming the woman. Somewhere in the back of her mind Brenda knew that such a thing would never happen or at least not like this but she was still intent on trying.
The simple truth was that Brenda was used to getting what she wanted, having always been a daddy's girl and having manipulated a many men to bend to her will. She was a world-class interrogator, a reader of people who could get somebody to just say about anything but Raydor? She wouldn't budge, ever, and the more energy and intensity Brenda invested, the harder the woman countered.
Brenda thought that perhaps she had found her equal, at least when it came to pig-headedness.
She sighed gently, her breath ghosting over the woman's throat and kissed along her jaw. Sharon's skin was so smooth and soft and tasted very subtly; Brenda had to restrain herself in order to not be all over the woman like a hapless brute.
Oh, how she had dreamed of this. She had dreamed of tasting every inch of her Cap'n Raydor, of lying beside her just to absorb her scent, of running her hands all over the woman's body until she had memorized every peculiarity, every imperfection and every oh-so-perfect curve.
She had dreamed of running her fingers through that thick, lustrous mane and did just that, letting every silky strand register in her brain as she kissed those lips she had almost compulsively stared at sometimes when the woman had spoken. Pursed, slightly pouty, that cute thing she did and those tiny, little, barely-there smirks that drove her just mad.
The way she spoke, the way she stood with her hands on her hips, the way she walked.
Their tongues touched gently, tentatively. There was no pushing for once, no competition, no fight over dominance and it tasted good, the prospect of mutual understanding, of respect, of peaceful coexistence but, Brenda knew, Sharon wouldn't just leave it at that which was why she launched a preemptive strike and invaded the woman's mouth.
She kissed like she had never kissed anybody before, sloppy, wet, lust pouring out and pulled Sharon against herself wishing she could crawl right into her, wishing there was something more than this, more than just plain sex. Sharon surprisingly submitted to her, at least as much as she could, but Brenda felt slightly disappointed by her small victory. She kissed harder just for good measure, willing the woman to put up a fight but there came none.
Brenda didn't want to be given permission.
She decided to tempt the woman with her freedom and let go of the blouse; the woman didn't move. Brenda pulled her closer by the hips then trailed her fingertips up and down the woman's back. She felt the small bumps of her spine, delicate and strangely beautiful, felt the hairs rise whenever she touched a particular spot, felt Sharon hum into her mouth and then…
And then the woman's blouse slipped to the floor and her hands were pulling down the straps of Brenda's dress that she had put back on somewhat after their encounter on the chaise. Sharon was sneaky, and really good at this, Brenda thought and realized at the same time that, if she wanted to divest of the dress, she would have to let go.
The blonde drew back and glanced down; Sharon had her arms around her already, holding her, her fingertips digging urgently into her back. Their breasts were pressed together, Sharon's encased in a well-fitting, alluring bra, and Brenda really wanted to know what it would feel like if she didn't wear that dress, if she could feel the woman's skin on her own, feel her breasts pressed against her own, feel the woman's hard nipples poke into her skin.
And hard they were, Brenda saw them even under all that silk and lace.
She glanced up slowly and caught Sharon do the same.
Brenda swallowed at the look she received yet refused to budge; if the woman wanted her naked so bad then she should be to one to step back. Brenda licked her lip and breathed in slowly. She smelled so good.
And she was so warm! The blonde could practically feel Sharon Raydor's heat burn through her clothes. The woman was aroused, it wasn't the first time Brenda had seen the desire in her eyes, it wasn't the first time Sharon was looking at her like that yet it was the first time she could actually, physically feel the desire coursing through the other woman and knew she wouldn't be able to resist.
The brunette narrowed her eyes slightly and Brenda took a small, tentative step back, being more deliberate about it than was necessary.
Sharon looked very pleased with herself, almost smug but she didn't gloat, she just pulled on the dress urgently, freeing Brenda of the first strap. The blonde immediately wove her fingers through thick hair and pulled the woman down, standing on the tips of her toes for leverage since her heels were somewhere under the table whereas Sharon's were not.
She maneuvered them towards the bed, kissing, until her dress pooled around her feet at the floor. The blonde stepped out of the silky material, not even sparing it a second glance as their bodies touched. Sharon's skin was warm and slightly damp, and Brenda could actually feel her breathe in and out quickly, could feel the woman's panties against herself and couldn't help but wonder what lay underneath.
Of course she knew what was there but Brenda just realized that she had no idea what she was supposed to do but then again, when did she ever do what she was supposed to anyway?
Sharon made a half-hearted attempt at steering Brenda to the bed but the blonde, never having been particularly good at dancing but knowing how to maneuver around a thing or two, walked the woman right into the bed, the back of her legs bumping into the edge so surprisingly that she stumbled backwards and landed on the bed ungracefully.
But of course, Brenda thought, the brunette had had to drag her down with her. The blonde found herself in almost the same position she had been in before, towering over Sharon. She had landed somewhat unfortunate yet couldn't help but see the benefits of her position as she leaned in, grasping one of Sharon's wrists, uncurling it from around her waist, and forcing the woman down slowly.
Her knee, planted firmly between the woman's parted legs and pressing into Sharon's crotch the closer she got to lying down, certainly helped matters.
Brenda couldn't believe how hot the woman was, she felt her against her knee, the dampness she had logically assumed would be there, startled her nonetheless. The woman was wet, for her, because of her!
Sharon made a breathy noise against her lips as she seemed to surrender to the experience. The blonde was fascinated and pulled on the woman's hair, tilting her head back until she could nibble on her jaw, she rather liked it there Brenda had found and heard the brunette's heels scrape against the carpeted floor as she sucked a bit of skin into her mouth.
"Oh, god," the brunette said feebly, letting go of Brenda and sinking back onto her elbow, offering up her neck and her jaw freely. The blonde released her wrist, seeing no point in restraining the woman any longer; Brenda had her where she wanted her. Sharon scooted back on the bed a bit and the blonde followed, hearing one of the black high heels drop to the floor.
How she had cursed them, their sound the only warning signal for the oncoming disaster that Captain Raydor undoubtedly would bring yet whenever Brenda heard the woman's heels click and clack toward her, she couldn't help but think of her legs.
They were amazing. Brenda had never fully understood Flynn's appreciation for her own legs but the day she had touched Sharon's knee had changed all that. Brenda trailed her hand down as it occurred to her that she could touch that knee as much as she wanted now, she could feel the silky, smooth texture of the woman's skin slide along the palm of her hand, she could feel the muscles underneath…
The sexiest legs. "You have the best legs I've ever seen…" Brenda mumbled against Sharon's neck.
"Hmm," the brunette hummed. "Thank you?"
The blonde leaned back, giving the woman a smoldering look as she let her hand wander along her calf. Her fingertips danced over the smooth skin until they slid over a delicate high heel. Brenda took it off with agonizing slowness. She didn't dare look even though she wanted to, wanted to kiss along that creamy white shin and nibble on the woman's knee. Her perfect knee.
Brenda didn't look, she would win this round, and dangled the shoe from her finger. "You're welcome," she said, pleased with her self-control and dropped the shoe; it landed on the mattress then tumbled to the floor.
Raydor just looked at her as if she had lost her mind.
Brenda quirked her eyebrow and slinked sexily along the woman's body until she sat so close to her that their breaths mingled and that their chests almost touched and that her knee had taken up permanent residence against Sharon's crotch.
She wanted to force her down but the woman wouldn't let her. It wasn't a fight she had in mind, Brenda knew that, knew Sharon that much, but it was a game, she was trying to antagonize her like Raydor often did. It was the only way she was able to get to her, Brenda was aware of her weakness and that Raydor exploited it yet couldn't help but find it arousing.
Sharon wouldn't break, she wouldn't give in just because Brenda asked her to and the blonde was glad that it wouldn't be that easy…not that she didn't find the other woman's behavior anything less than impossible!
All she wanted to do was to give back what she had been given, it was her turn now and how dare that woman try to rob her of her chance to explore the body she had had countless fantasies and daydreams about.
Brenda reached back and grasped the woman's knee, she pushed at it none-too-gently, parting the woman's legs further to accommodate her thigh and leaned in purposefully, wetness pooling in her underwear as she felt Sharon's hot center through the thin material of what she assumed to be silken panties.
She towered over the woman, tried to memorize the way she sounded at the forceful contact, how she looked like with her eyes closed and her lips parted; Brenda imagined that she looked something akin to that when she ate chocolate.
Brenda reached out, her eyes caressing the swell of Sharon's breasts encased in a beautiful piece of lingerie that was cut low and now showed a bit of the woman's nipple whenever she breathed in which she was doing a lot, to Brenda's chagrin. The blonde gently grasped Sharon's chin and the woman's eyes opened slowly at the contact, and then she increased the pressure between her legs just to see how close to insane she could drive the woman before she snapped.
Sharon stared right back at her, her skin starting to glisten in the dim light, her breathing fast but controlled and then the woman lifted her hand slowly and caressed Brenda's arm, letting her fingertips slide sensually over her skin. Brenda felt a maddening tingle in their wake.
She cupped Brenda's hand and before the blonde could wonder what that was all about, the woman kissed her wrist.
Brenda shivered and broke out into a cold sweat; she sucked her lower lip in and released a shuddering breath. She felt the very tip of Sharon's tongue against her skin, the sensation magnified by its smallness – sometimes less was more, Brenda thought nonsensically, tempted to shove Raydor's hand down her panties again to let her Captain take care of things.
But no, Brenda bit her lip, steeling her resolve, even as Sharon nibbled on her skin and grazed it with her teeth. The blonde lifted a challenging eyebrow and snatched her hand away. She didn't waste any time, which meant she only had to endure Sharon's smug expression for so long, and slid her hand into the woman's panties.
She was crazy hot and slick, puffy, soft and silky wet, as ready as a woman could possibly be. Brenda throbbed as she guided the tip of a finger along the outer lips. It was fairly easy, she realized now that she was actually doing it and she had no idea why she had worried in the beginning.
She pushed her middle finger inside, slowly, very slowly and cupped the woman's center carefully, waiting, breathlessly, in poised anticipation for some sort of reaction.
Sharon just looked at her scathingly, her fingers digging into the bedding. Brenda felt her tremble, or maybe she was trembling, it was hard to tell then Sharon said, "Fine. Have it your way."
Her way? Brenda entered the woman fully, pushing her finger inside as far as it would go.
Then Raydor's eyes rolled back in her head.
She won, Brenda moved forward, forcing the woman onto her back, although she went rather willingly and pushed a second finger inside.
"Mmm, yes," Sharon purred and met her thrust.
Immediately she took a hold of Raydor's hand, pinning it to the mattress as well but couldn't control the other; Sharon was brushing Brenda's blonde hair back, a rather nice gesture.
Brenda bit her lip, she was on edge somehow, adrenaline tunneling her vision as she breathed harshly and pushed her fingers inside as deeply as she could. Sharon's hips met her hand, once, twice and then they had already fallen into the perfect rhythm, Brenda's wet palm sliding silkily against the woman's clit.
It was all she wanted apparently, not that Brenda minded, she was too focused on pushing her fingers inside that wet, molten heat, too focused on downright forcing the pleasure onto the woman, that she couldn't have paid attention to much else. Now that she had her, Brenda wanted to greedily have more, be deeper inside, make the woman come many, many, many times until she couldn't move anymore; she couldn't get enough of Sharon Raydor.
Looking down, breathing the air that was harshly expelled from both of them, smelling the woman's delicious scent as well as her arousal, Brenda couldn't help but marvel at her. The Wicked Witch was gone, beneath her lay a soft-looking woman that had given herself over completely to the sea of pleasure. Brenda couldn't help but want even that for herself.
She lowered her lips to the woman's neck again and kissed her all over, bit her, making sure that it did hurt a little bit.
"Oh, god, Chief," Sharon said without realizing that she had done so. She moaned into Brenda's ear and hooked her leg over the blonde's hip. "Oh, Brenda…faster…"
Faster? Brenda rolled her eyes inwardly and decided to go with 'harder' instead. The woman met her thrust, her back arching at the surprising force behind it.
"Oh, god," Sharon moaned feebly, breathily, dragging her nails down Brenda's back in an attempt to somehow release some of that frustration, moving her hips more vigorously. Brenda just hoped that the woman wasn't marking her but couldn't make herself care enough to stop her.
She kissed wetly along Sharon's jaw, humming at the taste and the smell of the woman. Why had it taken her this long to get to this point? Brenda pushed her fingers inside, feeling the softness of Sharon's skin against her fingertips.
If she had done this earlier, she might not have worked herself up like this and would be satisfied with what she had but no, Brenda had had to dance around it, play the game, and now she paid for it with her insatiable desire for the woman.
"Mmm, yes, right there…" The brunette drew out hoarsely into her ear and arched her back.
To hell with that, Brenda thought, kissing the woman's upper lip languidly; how she adored the shape of it. She moved her fingers, in and out just so, and Sharon moved in sync with her, against her, angling her hips and just taking what she needed.
"Yes," the brunette mumbled against her lips. "Oh, yes…" She had wrestled her hand free, Brenda hadn't even noticed until Sharon was fisting her hair and clutching at her back.
Raydor was trying to hurry her along and Brenda was tempted to give in, she couldn't help but counter the woman's forcefulness with her own. She tore her lips away, a bit angry at being played like that and pushed her fingers deeper inside, increasing the pressure of her wet palm. She felt the woman throb in her hand, she felt the pulsing of that little nub, felt her heartbeat and it drove her crazy.
Brenda leaned down again and sucked on Sharon's pulse point; she had to make her come now or else Brenda herself might explode.
It was out of control then, too many hands clutching and holding on, too many legs tangled, hips moving; it was sloppy and urgent and more like fucking than like sex but Brenda couldn't care less, in fact, she quite liked the idea of fucking a woman who obviously had a stick up her ass…it made the whole thing arousingly improper.
Then Sharon stopped moving and she wasn't breathing harshly anymore, she was just gasping and Brenda looked down at her, wide-eyed, only to be glared at.
"Don't stop! For god's sake, don't you dare stop!"
Well, then…
Brenda trembled in anticipation, her desire to make the woman come so overwhelming, she couldn't look at anything else or listen to anything but Sharon's gasps as she lay beneath her, her legs parted obscenely wide and her hands clutching at Brenda's skin.
"Ah," Sharon made that small noise as she tensed and froze. She hovered on the edge, the very brink for the longest time, her muscles locked around Brenda's fingers that the blonde refused to still – she wasn't supposed to stop, or was she? Sharon's lips were parted in a silent, breathless moan and then her eyes closed and she came wetly around Brenda's fingers.
The blonde stared at the woman, biting her lip, she even counted the contractions.
At that moment Brenda wanted nothing more than to have Sharon inside of her again, have the woman screw her into the next week. Her panties were so wet, she would have to get rid of them and then they could—
God, she hoped it wasn't over yet!
Was it supposed to be?
It was a one-night-stand which basically meant that one stayed the night, so, technically-
"Stop that and get the hell off me."
Brenda glared down at the woman yet couldn't help the smirk. Raydor smirked right back at her, obviously quite pleased with her own performance. She withdrew her fingers, they were sticky, wet and hot and she couldn't help but trail them along the woman's thigh with a pointed look as a payback for that jab she had just received then Brenda slid off the woman and flopped onto her back, grinning from ear to ear.
Beside her, Raydor sighed languidly. "I hate to say this," Sharon began slowly, her voice gravelly, "but you are really, really good at this."
Brenda smiled, glowed, and reached over to pat the woman's thigh. "Likewise." She fell silent and nibbled on her lower lip; the entire room smelled of sex and for heaven's sakes was she turned on! But how to broach the subject? She glanced down at herself then over at Sharon whom she couldn't believe she wanted this much again already. "Look at us," the blonde drawled conversationally, leaning onto her elbows. "We didn't even undress all the way-"
"-which means that we're clearly not finished," Sharon said matter-of-factly.
"I was just thinkin' the same thing," Brenda said as if they were discussing the weather. "Which you would've known if you hadn't interrupted me."
Raydor scoffed next to her, letting out a little laugh. "You want to argue? Now?"
"No," Brenda screeched and sat up. "I'm just sayin', you're pretty rude."
"Says the woman who walks right over everyone."
"That is not true!"
"It is so true!"
Brenda scoffed and struggled to get onto her knees. "I can't believe I managed to stay in the same room with you for this long."
"And I can't believe I even contemplated getting naked with you a minute ago."
"Well, maybe we should be gettin' dressed then," Brenda responded contritely, putting on her best poker face.
"Or maybe," Sharon said, coming closer on her knees. "Maybe we should just…"
The blonde blinked. "Yes?"
"Get naked?"
"Um…"
"Since we're already here-"
"—and almost naked anyway—"
"Exactly."
They stared at one another and it occurred to Brenda that they were animals.
Plain and simple.
Brenda's thoughts drifted back to that very first kiss in her kitchen, how she had almost lost her mind as she had tasted the woman, had felt her warm lips against her own and the softness of her breasts.
The blonde held still as Sharon reached for her, having seen in her eyes that she was miles away. The woman laid her hand on her cheek, an unexpectedly tender gesture, her eyes gleaming, shining, as she traced Brenda's upper lip with her thumb.
She smiled somewhat and came closer as if she had read Brenda's mind and kissed her gently. The blonde wondered if Raydor truly knew her that well, after all, the woman had known that her advances hadn't been unwelcome, she had known that Brenda wanted her as much as she did, Sharon had known that they would end up in a hotel room together and that it had all been a mere matter of time.
Was she that transparent?
Brenda hummed into the kiss as her Captain nibbled on her bottom lip and cupped the woman's cheek as well, melting into the kiss. Her mouth was warm and she knew how to create a sensual experience, she was quite adept, not like that first time they had kissed.
Sharon reached for her bra then but the blonde batted her hand away, grinning as she drew back a little. "Nuh uh…I'll be goin' first today, Cap'n."
"Is that so, Chief?"
The blonde leaned back in, her lips sliding across the woman's cheek to her ear. "That's so…" Her breath hitched as she suddenly felt her bra give way.
Brenda drew back slowly and met Raydor's twinkling eyes; the woman had opened the clasp almost unnoticed and with one hand. "How…how'd…" The blonde closed her mouth, the question superfluous.
"You sure you're supposed to go first, Chief Johnson? Because to me it looks like you're practically begging to be undressed."
Sharon reached for the bra strap, too confident in her victory that Brenda had no difficulty getting a hold of her wrist. Leaning in provocatively, Brenda let her breath ghost over the woman's skin and said, "I never beg…Captain."
"Nnnn-" Brenda tore her lips away as her spine curled and arched. "No, no, no, nnn-" A sharp gasp escaped her when Sharon's mouth covered the vein on her neck and sucked on the skin; she would leave a mark, Brenda just knew it but was beyond caring. "Not yet, wait—wait, no, no, no-"
Her mouth said no, the tight grasp she had on a fistful of Sharon's hair said yes.
Brenda tilted her head further to the side, offering herself up, a gasp escaping her lips as Sharon bit her none too gently. Then her eyes rolled back in her head quite involuntarily.
"Oh, nooo," she wailed and felt the first bit of the expected euphoria. "Oh, nnn-yes! Oh, yes!"
With the first contraction all her senses expanded while hot and cold blurred into a single thing. Her body shook, trembled, against the other woman and then an intense feeling of exhilaration washed over Brenda when Sharon gasped into her neck as her own pleasure crashed down upon her like a tidal wave.
True to her word, Sharon prolonged it, drew it out, basked in it and greedily drank it all up until her body trembled in exhaustion. She pulled her hand out from between them, as did the blonde, and then she just laid down and buried her face in Brenda's neck and hair.
The blonde stared up at the ceiling as her vision cleared, trying to get her breathing under control. She squeezed her eyes shut, calming herself by softly caressing the woman's back with her fingertips. Sharon hummed lazily into her neck, kissing a spot here and there, and pulled on the blanket they had somehow ended up under and somewhat twisted up in.
This was the moment everything would sink in, Brenda thought and worried her bottom lip. Was she supposed to get out of bed now and leave? Was she supposed to stay?
Was she supposed to go home and pretend all this hadn't happened?
This was the moment she would regret this, regret Sharon, regret that very first moment she had looked the woman in the eye.
Sharon shifted slowly, nibbling on her jaw, and Brenda couldn't help that little sigh, couldn't help the goose bumps, couldn't keep her nipples from turning hard instantly as the arousal the woman seemed to induce so easily in her curled along her spine.
Maybe Raydor would get out of bed and leave, perhaps she was that kind of type but Brenda wouldn't know, in fact, she had no idea with whom she had just slept with.
With whom she had cheated on her husband.
She didn't know who this woman was that seemed to be worth all this.
Or perhaps it wasn't about Sharon.
Perhaps Brenda was just a really, really selfish person.
"Wait, wait! What are you doin'?"
Sharon blinked up at her, having meandered to the blonde's collar bone and on her way to a very pointy, achingly hard nipple. "Oral sex…" She said evenly. "I do hope that you're at least familiar with the concept."
Brenda scoffed and wanted to cross her arms but kept herself from doing so. "I know what oral sex is," she said indignantly, "I just don't feel that it's the right-"
"Shut up."
Brenda recoiled slightly; she was so stunned that she couldn't have been bothered to protest as Sharon pulled the sheet over her head and disappeared under it. "I am not the one who's loud!" She protested while feeling the woman's breath ghost over her inner thigh. Brenda waited in poised anticipation and then there was Sharon's warm, soft tongue slithering wetly over her clit.
The blonde's muscles went slack and she had difficulty keeping her eyes open or to breathe for that matter when the woman's warm lips sucked her into her mouth.
"Oh, dear Lord…"
What followed were almost three hours of uninterrupted, hot, sweaty, wild, animalistic and overwhelmingly amazing sex.
It was then that Brenda realized what Sharon Raydor had really meant when she had declared the blonde her latest indulgence.
~TBC~
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