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THIS CHAPTER IS PRETTY MUCH PURE STICKY/INTERFACING/MECH ON MECH SEX! IF YOU DON'T LIKE THAT, I SUGGEST YOU READ ONLY THE FIRST AND LAST SECTIONS OF THE CHAPTER!
Units of time as I use them:
Astrosecond= .273 seconds
Klik= 1 minute
Joor= 3 hours
Cycle= 1 day
Breem= 1 week
Groon= 1 month
Stellar cycle= year
Meta cycle= 5 years
Deca cycle= 10 years
Orn= century
Vorn= 5 centuries
:underline:- spark twins talking
:bold:- bonded mechs talking
:italics:- comm link
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Chapter 36
Ratchet had enjoyed spending the last three days with his mates and his creations. He hadn't had the chance to spend this much time alone with them since just after their creations were born. So, these last three days had been very enjoyable for the medic.
However, he was starting to get aggravated with them for one very good reason. He was also getting rather frustrated on a different level.
Ratchet needed to vent a bit to someone, so he made his way to his brother's lab. He knew that it was a risk just walking into his brother's lab, but at this moment, he couldn't care less. As he entered the lab, he noticed that Wheeljack was working on something. "Wheeljack."
Wheeljack stopped what he was working on before he turned to face his brother. "Hey, Ratchet. What's going on?"
Ratchet released a frustrated sigh. "What's happening is that I intend to bond to two ignorant idiots!"
Wheeljack raised an optic ridge at his brother. He wondered what Optimus and Ironhide could have done to make his brother so frustrated. "Uh, what exactly did they do?"
Ratchet growled. "How old are Solar Flare and Hot Rod?"
Wheeljack was a bit startled by the question before thinking about it. "They're two and a half groon. Why?"
"'Jack, how long is it before a carrier can interface again after giving birth?" Ratchet asked as he paced the room.
"How am I supposed to know? You're the CMO of the base, not me. You should know that a lot better than I do." Wheeljack replied.
Ratchet growled. "Just answer the slagging question!"
Seeing that his brother wasn't in a playful mood, Wheeljack came to the conclusion that it would be better for his own personal health if he just answered. Recalling the time when he had to go through the mandatory lecture on interfacing, spark merging, sparking, gestation, and birth, the inventor remembered that it was four groon. "Four groon."
Ratchet glared. "I am seriously considering making it MANDATORY for all mechs and femmes, regardless of their past faction, to take that class again! Honestly! That should be something you, as a sire, would want to know!"
Wheeljack jumped back. "Okay. So what is it?"
Ratchet growled. "It's four groon, but only for the carrier to be the bottom. If the carrier is the dominant one in the interfacing, they can interface after the first two groon. Spark merging, on the other hand, is something that should not be done for the first four groon period unless the bonded pair truly wishes to have another sparkling right off."
"So, you're upset that Optimus and Ironhide want to interface?" Wheeljack asked, a bit confused.
"No. I'm upset because neither of them has propositioned me." Ratchet replied before collapsing into a chair.
Wheeljack thought a moment before asking a question. "Can you have high grade now?"
"Yes." Ratchet muttered.
Wheeljack went to a cabinet before opening it and pulling out two cubes and a bottle of purple energon. He poured two cubes before walking over to Ratchet. "Here. This'll help."
Ratchet took the cube and took a gulp. He then started coughing at the intensity of the energon.
"Easy!" Wheeljack patted his brother on the back as Ratchet continued coughing. "You know you don't gulp down high grade, Ratchet!"
"I didn't think you'd have high grade in here!" Ratchet retorted.
"Why do you think I asked if you could have high grade?" Wheeljack asked.
"I don't know. Why do you keep any energon in here, 'Jack? For Primus sakes! You could get yourself killed when you have an explosion!" Ratchet exclaimed.
"Nah. I keep it in an explosion proof cabinet. No worries." Wheeljack retracted his blast mask before he sipped at his own high grade. "So, neither Optimus nor Ironhide have come on to you, yet?"
"No! And the worst part is that Solar Flare and Hot Rod are already recharging soundly through the night. They don't come out of recharge in the middle of the night right now." Ratchet sighed. "I just don't get it." He glanced down at the cube of high grade before he sipped at it more. "I don't know. Maybe they don't find me as appealing."
"Now don't start that!" Wheeljack reached over and placed a hand on Ratchet's shoulder strut. "You know, Ratch, it could just be that they haven't realized it yet. A lot has happened in recent days, and they've probably been more relieved that this whole mess is over."
Ratchet frowned. "You think that that's it?"
"Yes. I do. We all know Ironhide's not the sharpest nail in the box, so I can see him not realizing anything. As for Optimus, with all that happened with the humans, keeping Megatron and the rest of the former Decepticons from committing murder, and dealing with the peace negotiations with Megatron and his forces, Optimus probably doesn't realize much of anything."
Ratchet thought about that and realized that his brother was probably right. "I suppose so. Things have been a bit hectic lately."
Wheeljack nodded his helm. "Go and talk to them. I'm sure once they realize that you're able to 'face now, they'll be all for it. Even if they have to be underneath you for the time being."
Ratchet chose not to mention the fact that Optimus seemed to enjoy being underneath his mates, whether it was Ratchet or Ironhide who took him. As for Ironhide, he seemed to rather enjoy being underneath the medic as well. He supposed that he could do that.
"Good. I'm glad that we have agreed on that. Now, finish that cube and go to them. Make them realize the time one way or another." Wheeljack stated.
Ratchet nodded his helm, knowing that his brother was right.
Optimus was stretched out on the berth and laying on his back. He held a datapad in his hand that he reading. He hadn't been able to read for pleasure in a long time. It was normally reading reports, legislation, and whatnot. He was grateful for the peace and quiet for him to do so.
The Prime supposed that he shouldn't have been too surprised when Starscream begged to be able to spend some time watching the twins. They were, after all, the first sparklings in quite some time. On top of that, Starscream's Seeker programming would have wanted him to be able to care for them. The Prime figured that a few joor of the sparklings being with Starscream wouldn't hurt. Of course, he was rather certain that Skywarp and Thundercracker were going to be joining the Seeker in watching them.
With Ratchet gone to see Wheeljack and Ironhide out at the shooting range with Chromia, the Prime had taken the time to do some leisure reading. He had some Earth literature he had been meaning to read, so he took the chance to do so since there was no way that he was going to be able to do that once he returned to his duties.
The Prime was so engrossed in his reading that he did not notice when Ratchet returned to their quarters.
The medic, for his part, was a bit surprised that Hot Rod and Solar Flare were not there. He was also taken aback that Ironhide was not there. He headed back to the berth room and found Optimus lying on their berth reading a datapad. "Optimus."
The Prime was brought out of his reading by Ratchet's voice. He shifted his optics from the datapad he held to the doorway, where Ratchet was. "What is it, Ratchet?" He knew Ironhide was going to have his aft if he found out Ratchet managed to sneak up on him.
"Where are Hot Rod and Solar Flare?" Ratchet asked.
"Oh. Starscream was begging me to let him watch them for a while. I saw no reason not to. I know that they're going to be in good hands with Starscream. And I don't doubt that his trine mates are watching them as well." Optimus replied.
"And Ironhide?"
"Shooting range. You know he can't go long without going to the shooting range. He and Chromia are there. He hasn't been there that long." Optimus answered.
Ratchet nodded.
"So, how was Wheeljack?" Optimus asked as he set the datapad aside. He had only averted his optics from Ratchet for a few moments, but the next thing the Prime knew, Ratchet had gotten over to the berth and climbed onto the berth before moving to straddle the Prime's waist. "Ratchet, what-humph!" His question was cut off by the sudden kiss.
Ratchet growled into the kiss before moving his hands to Optimus's shoulders, pressing down on the shoulders of the Prime and forcing him back against the berth. He easily forced his glossa inside of the Prime's mouth, roaming around the cavern roughly. It had been too long since the last time he had interfaced. He needed this badly and was glad that things had worked out where Optimus was here alone.
Optimus was shocked at the sudden way Ratchet was acting. He was being rather aggressive toward him, and it didn't take a genius to figure out just what direction Ratchet's thoughts were going in. The red and blue mech felt it as Ratchet's fingers started to trail down his arms, stroking over the sensitive sensors in his upper arms and trailing downward. Optimus groaned into the kiss as he reached up and grasped Ratchet's shoulders before brushing his glossa against Ratchet's own. He then curled his glossa around the medic's own glossa and started to fight with Ratchet before managing to force his way into Ratchet's mouth, roaming around the medic's cavern.
Ratchet moaned into the kiss before he released a feral growl that sent chills down the Prime's spinal struts. Ratchet pulled away from the kiss to lick roughly at the Prime's neck cables before nipping at the main energon line, releasing a growl as he did so.
Optimus gasped as he felt Ratchet's actions and heard the growls. He hadn't seen Ratchet like this, and it was turning him on. "Ratchet-ah-what's gotten-oh-into you?" He released a startled cry as he felt Ratchet's finger slide in between the armor in his side.
"What do you think? I have not been able to interface in the last five groon. I couldn't much in the final stage of carrying, I couldn't for the first two groon after delivery, and by Primus, I need this!" Ratchet growled, rising up to look at Optimus.
Optimus shivered at the near predatory look on the medic's face. He could also see lust, desire, and need in those optics as well. "But the time frame-" Optimus started.
"Ended three fragging breem ago!" Ratchet snapped.
Optimus's optics widened.
"At first, I thought that it was funny that you and Ironhide hadn't noticed, so I thought I'd wait to see when you realized it. But I can't wait any longer!" Ratchet snarled before he leaned down and slammed his lips against the Prime's.
Optimus gasped at that as his circuitry began heating up. How he and Ironhide hadn't noticed Ratchet could interface now the Prime would never know. After all, Ironhide had always been a mech that wanted to frag anywhere anytime, so the fact that he hadn't noticed stunned the Prime.
All thoughts left his processors as he felt Ratchet's fingers on his interface panel.
"Open!" Ratchet growled in a demanding voice.
Optimus was caught off guard at that demand and did so without a second thought.
The moment that the panel was gone, Ratchet immediately shoved two fingers into the already lubricated valve.
Optimus shrieked at that as his fingers tightened around Ratchet's shoulders. He was used to roughness after being with Ironhide for so long, and he had learned that Ratchet wasn't always so gentle. He could feel it as Ratchet started to roughly thrust his fingers in and out of his valve. The Prime soon found himself moving back against those fingers, wanting more of this. Each rough thrust of the fingers had Optimus gasping pleasure as he felt the fingers scrap over the sensors in his valve, sending streaks of pleasure straight to his neural net. "Ah! Ratchet! Please!" The Prime wanted, needed more.
Ratchet released another growl as he quickly pulled his fingers out of Optimus's valve before he leaned over and took Optimus's lips with his own again, forcing his glossa into the Prime's mouth. As he ravished the Prime's mouth, the medic retracted his own interfacing panel and allowed his spike to extend.
Optimus heard the click of the panel retracting and felt a thrill of anticipation and need rush through him as he lifted his legs and wrapped them around the smaller mech's waist.
Ratchet lined himself up with the Prime's valve before he pressed inside of his lover, making sure that he didn't accidentally hurt the red and blue mech despite the medic's own need.
Optimus gasped and moaned as his lover's spike slowly entered him, stretching out his valve as the medic sank all the way into the valve. The Prime's fingers curled tightly around the medic's shoulder as he remained still for a few moments to allow the Prime to adjust. Optimus whimpered as he felt Ratchet's length inside of him, and the Prime knew that he couldn't wait. "Ratchet, please! Move!"
Ratchet growled at that desperate cry as he pulled out until just the tip of his spike was inside of the Prime before he thrust forward fast and hard, filling the Prime once again.
Optimus gasped at the powerful thrust as his fingers tightened around Ratchet's shoulders and dented his armor. He could feel it as the spike within him scrapped over every sensor in his valve. He barely had time to feel the loss of the pulsing spike before he felt the spike return to him, causing the Prime to moan in pleasure.
Ratchet started to move faster and harder into his lover, feeling the need to take him thoroughly. He pounded into the tight, wet valve with great force and speed, not giving Optimus the chance to think about anything but the spike that was currently pounding and stretching his valve in such a wonderful way.
Not that the Prime wanted to think about anything else. His fingers slowly scrapped down Ratchet's back, scratching the paint as he did so. "Ratchet! Oh! Ah! Don't stop!"
Ratchet thrust even harder into the Prime, forcing the Prime to arch up against him as a scream escaped his vocalizer at the incredibly powerful thrust.
Optimus threw his helm back at the pleasure that was racing through his circuits, unintentionally baring his throat to Ratchet.
Ratchet took advantage and leaned down, running glossa over the cables in his lover's throat, enjoying the moans of pleasure that escaped from the mech underneath him. He could feel his overload fast approaching, so he moved and began to lap at the finials on the Prime's helm.
Optimus couldn't handle the attention being given to his finials as he overloaded harshly, feeling the pleasure crash through his systems as his valve become impossibly tight around the spike within him.
Ratchet growled at just how tight the Prime had become around him and managed to thrust into him three more times as his own overload hit. He thrust inside of the Prime deeply and released his fluids into the Prime's valve, earning a loud cry from the Prime and forced yet a second overload from him as Ratchet filled the Prime's valve.
Optimus collapsed against the berth, his strength zapped from the intense interfacing session. He panted as he fought to come down from his high, vaguely aware of the fact that Ratchet had collapsed on top of him and had yet to remove his spike. The red and blue mech couldn't have cared less, far too sated at the moment.
Ratchet had really needed that. An intense interface had been just the thing he needed. He could feel just how hot the Prime's frame was underneath him and knew that he had rather enjoyed the session himself. Ratchet rose up and pulled out of the Prime gently, careful not to hurt him.
Optimus could already feel how sore his valve was this soon after the interface, but he knew that Ratchet had been rather rough with him. Not that he expected anything less from the medic. He reached up and pulled Ratchet down so that he could kiss him. It was the only way he could think of to show Ratchet just how much he had enjoyed their coupling since he didn't have the bond to do that as he did with Ironhide. He broke the kiss and stared up at Ratchet. "I must admit that that was unexpected."
"Hmm. I got tired of waiting on you two. I needed it, and I figured I might as well make the first move. It's been too long." Ratchet stated.
"I'll say." Optimus murmured.
Ratchet scoffed. "It's not like you were the one who went five groon without."
Optimus made to protest.
"Oh, don't start that! I know all too well that you and Ironhide 'faced in your office, so you weren't deprived." Ratchet snapped.
Optimus couldn't deny that. "Thought we were discreet."
"I'm a medic. My olfactory sensors are very highly tuned. I could always smell the scent of an overload." Ratchet retorted even as he sat up.
"So? My turn?"
Both turned to see that Ironhide was standing in the doorway, a lecherous grin on his faceplates.
"How long have you been there?" Optimus asked, amazed he hadn't sensed Ironhide there sooner.
Then again, his processors had been more focused on Ratchet and the spike in his valve.
"Long enough to see you howling in pure pleasure and see our medic here thoroughly fragging you into the berth. Didn't realize time was up." Ironhide stated.
"It was up three breem ago." Ratchet retorted.
Ironhide looked surprised. He hadn't realized it. He had actually been rather shocked when he felt Optimus's emotions through their bond.
At first, he had felt pure shock, which had concerned him. Then he felt surprise and finally lust and need.
It hadn't taken the Weapon's Specialist long to figure just who was in their quarters with the Prime, so he had headed back in hopes of joining in. He had watched them interface and enjoyed it. He always did love seeing Optimus get fragged into the berth.
And knowing that Ratchet could interface with them again was a very pleasant thought, even if they had to be the submissive ones for the time being.
Of course, after seeing how thoroughly Ratchet had fragged Optimus, Ironhide didn't think that being the submissive would be so bad.
Ratchet had to admit that his lust had been curbed by fragging Optimus, but that didn't mean he was going to miss out on a chance to frag Ironhide as well. He moved off of Optimus, who guessed what his intentions were and moved to the side.
Ironhide released a startled scream as he suddenly found himself dragged onto the berth by Ratchet, who easily moved to straddle him.
"Hey. He's had me, Ironhide. As you said before, it's your turn." Optimus stated, moving off the berth to sit in a chair to watch.
"Suppose so." Ironhide murmured, seeing that there was a look of lust and a predatory expression on Ratchet's face.
Optimus vaguely wondered if Ratchet would be as rough with Ironhide as he had been with him. Primus knew the Prime's valve was going to be sore for a while.
Ratchet leaned down and pressed a rough kiss to the Weapon's Specialist's lips, easily forcing his glossa into the black mech's mouth. He searched around his mouth roughly even as he slid deft fingers in between the gaps in Ironhide's armor, twisting the sensitive wiring underneath.
Ironhide moaned in pleasure into the kiss as he arched up against the medic. He reached up and grabbed a hold of Ratchet's shoulders. :Ratchet, I hate to leave Orion out of this.:
:What did you have in mind?: Ratchet asked as he broke the kiss and started to nip at the energon lines in the black mech's neck.
Ironhide gasped at that, and he could feel Optimus's arousal over their bond. :Well, I can easily drag him onto the berth and frag him while you frag me.:
Ratchet had to admit that that didn't sound like a bad idea. :Fine by me.: He then moved off of Ironhide.
Optimus was more than a bit surprised by that. He had thought that Ratchet wouldn't have moved off of Ironhide until he had thoroughly fragged Ironhide through the berth.
Ironhide quickly sat up and moved to the edge of the berth before he grabbed Optimus by the arm and dragged him back to join him and Ratchet.
"Ironhide! What are you-oof!" Optimus's shout was cut off when he suddenly found himself slammed down onto his back on the berth. He then looked up into Ironhide's manically grinning faceplates. "I thought-" Optimus started.
Ratchet spoke up then. "Oh, I'm going to take Ironhide." He then ginned as well. "'Hide's just going to frag you while I frag him."
Optimus's optics widened as he realized that this was one of his fantasies, though he had to admit he had imagined it a little different. Namely with the Prime taking Ratchet while Ironhide took Optimus.
Ironhide smirked. :We can live out your version of this later. Namely, when Ratchet's able to be on the bottom.: Even as he said this, Ironhide leaned down and pressed a rough kiss to Optimus's lips, easily forcing his gloss into the Prime's mouth.
Optimus released a moan as he reached up and wrapped his arms around Ironhide's neck.
Ratchet moved in closer to Ironhide before he reached up and stroked his fingers down Ironhide's back, making sure that he stroked over the most sensitive sensors in the Weapon's Specialist's back.
Ironhide released a loud moan as he felt his circuits become even more heated by the simple touch.
Ratchet then leaned forward and licked over the back of Ironhide's neck, enjoying the shudder that went through the black mech.
Optimus groaned as Ironhide broke the kiss and leaned down to nip at the Prime's neck. Optimus found his circuits growing heated as the attention being given to him by his mates. He could feel the lubricant already trickling out of his valve.
:Ironhide, I think Optimus is more than ready for your spike.: Ratchet stated.
:Hmm. Suppose so.: Ironhide agreed. He retracted his interfacing panel and allowed his spike to extend from its housing.
Ratchet smirked as he reached forward and easily slid his finger into Ironhide's valve, earning a gasp of surprise from Ironhide. :It looks like Optimus isn't the only one ready for a spike.: He hadn't expected Ironhide to already be so wet, but he figured that he shouldn't be all that surprised.
:You'll pay for this.: Ironhide growled.
Optimus groaned, annoyed with the lack of attention. "Will you do something!"
Ironhide grinned as he easily forced two fingers into the Prime, causing Optimus to cry out in surprise. He wasn't surprised to find that Optimus was still tight, despite how thoroughly Ratchet had fragged him. The Weapon's Specialist had always liked that about Optimus. No matter how many times he was fragged, he was still extremely tight.
Ratchet couldn't stop himself from smirking at that. He pulled his finger out of the black mech's valve before he shifted forward.
Ironhide had a good idea what Ratchet intended to do, so he pulled fingers out of Optimus before he thrust deeply inside of Optimus, sinking deep in his valve.
Optimus cried out as he arched up against Ironhide, digging his fingers into the Weapon's Specialist's shoulders.
Ratchet then thrust inside of Ironhide, enjoying the loud scream that escaped from the black mech's vocalizers. He sank all the way into Ironhide's valve, feeling the valve clenching around him.
Optimus himself had cried out again as Ratchet's powerful thrust had rocked Ironhide against Optimus, causing such sweet friction that Optimus couldn't stay silent.
Ironhide then pulled out of Optimus, and Ratchet pulled out of Ironhide at the same time. Both thrust back in simultaneously. Optimus released a loud cry as Ironhide's thrust was twice as powerful given how roughly Ratchet had thrust into him, forcing Ironhide forward into Optimus harder and deeper. Ironhide also released a loud cry at his valve being stretched do far. Ratchet had released his own pleasured moan at being inside of Ironhide and at seeing the expression on Optimus's faceplates.
After the next thrust, Optimus started moving back against Ironhide, needing more than this.
Soon, the three had found a steady rhythm to move at as the continued to frag each other.
Optimus started to drag his fingers down Ironhide's back, scratching the paint of his back in his pleasure. Ironhide's fingers were curled tightly around Optimus's shoulders, putting dents into his shoulders at his own pleasure of being buried inside of the tight, wet valve and of having a large spike buried inside of him. Ratchet's own finger put dents into Ironhide's hips from where he was holding on to the Weapon's Specialist even as he pounded into him.
Each of their overloads continued to build with each powerful thrust. The passion and need only rose in all three of them as they were pushed toward their climaxes. The only sounds in the room were the gasps, moans, groans, and cries of pleasure as the three mates took pleasure in each other.
Another powerful thrust into him and Optimus was pushed over the edge. He arched up against Ironhide and dug his fingers into the black mech's shoulders as his overload hit him hard, his valve clamping tightly around Ironhide's spike.
Between the valve that had become so tight and the thick spike that was pounding into him, Ironhide didn't last long before he was thrown over the edge as well. He thrust forward into Optimus once more as he spilled his fluids into the Prime while his own valve became tight around Ratchet's spike.
Ratchet groaned at just how tight Ironhide's valve became. He thrust forward twice more before he overloaded as well, filling Ironhide's valve with his own fluids.
His strength gone, Ironhide collapsed on top of Optimus, still buried deep inside him.
Ratchet felt like he could collapse as well, but managed to remain up. He pulled out of Ironhide before sitting back. He looked at his two lovers who were still trying to recover from their overloads. He had to admit that that had been enjoyable. Between fragging Ironhide and watching as Ironhide fragged Optimus, it was an excellent interface session added to the initial frag of Optimus.
Ironhide groaned as he pushed himself up onto his hands before he pulled out of Optimus and sat back, leaning slightly against Ratchet. "That was fun."
Optimus sighed. "And I was bottom twice."
"As if you care." Ironhide snorted. "You love being on the bottom, and you know it."
"Oh, shut up." Optimus retorted.
Ratchet shook his helm at their antics. He was tired after the rough interfacing and knew that he needed to rest. "How long is Starscream watching the twins?"
"He's only had them a few joor." Optimus replied.
"In other words, we have time for some rest." Ratchet murmured.
"Yes." Optimus agreed.
"Sounds good to me." Ironhide then moved to the side before pulling Ratchet between him and Optimus.
Ratchet had grown used to recharging between the two of them. He simply lay down so that he was facing Ironhide. He felt it as Optimus would an arm around his waist while Ironhide also wrapped an arm around him.
The three were soon in recharge.
That night, Optimus and Ironhide were both in the floor playing with their sparklings while Ratchet was sitting on the couch looking through datapads.
Hot Rod and Solar Flare were busy playing with blocks that Wheeljack had made based off of humans play blocks, though he had made them sturdy so that the sparklings wouldn't accidentally break them. The two were building a type of fort.
"Wow. They're really building something." Ironhide remarked.
Ratchet glanced up and saw what they were building. "It's a good thing. Shows that they are learning."
Optimus smiled. "At least we know they didn't inherit Ironhide's one-track processors."
"Hey!" Ironhide glared at Optimus.
"I'm sorry. Two-track." Optimus stated.
Ratchet chuckled. "Yes. There are only two things that Ironhide thinks about."
Ironhide glared back at Ratchet. "You, too?"
Ratchet shrugged. "When he's right, he's right."
"At least we know that they are developing the way they are supposed to." Optimus stated.
The two sparklings had soon finished their structure and started clicking at their creators.
All three mechs looked to see that they had built what looked to be a replica of a part of the base.
"Certainly are smart. Good builders, too." Ironhide stated.
"As long as they don't turn out like Wheeljack." Ratchet muttered.
Optimus and Ironhide couldn't imagine just how their mate would feel if the two ended up having explosions the way Wheeljack did. Maybe neither of them would end up Wheeljack.
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