Hey lovely lovers outside, the next dare:
-supper fluffy but leads to smut
-alternative purple hair Tattooed Jane or maura, your choice
-one is a tattoo artist the other is getting a tattoo.
-person getting tattoo allows the artist to do whatever they want
-tattoo that is given has to have a deep meaning
by WeeklyWriter
I totally can't see any of them having purple hair but well...
Special thanks to all the guests x3
I own nothing but my misspellings and my twisted brain.
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She works across the street, I found her watching me through the window the first day I went outside to pick up one of the boxes, containing antiquate books, realising my little-girl's dream. I had studied medicine but my only true love belongs to written words.
That was nine month ago.
I am standing in front of my body-length mirror, stark naked. My head turns over my shoulder, my hands on my own butt.
for stony limits cannot hold love out
and what love can do, that dares love attempt
I look at the words, gracing the small of my back, in her beautiful script. My glance shifts a little higher and I smile at the sight of her suntanned skin, in a crass contrast to the pearly-white sheets.
I have to bite my lip, remembering how I ended up right here in this place, in this moment.
Here's the story:
I didn't see her at first, bending down to pick up one of the boxes but as I lift myself again our eyes meet. It is a small, dreamily street. An old street. Rough cobblestones interspersed with moss, delivery vehicles only.
There are small café's, boutiques, a small fountain, Japanese flowering cherry's lining the street. And there is the small tattoo-shop vis-à-vis. It looks a little out of place in this picture-perfect-landscape but having a closer look at it at night, well after closing time, it doesn't anymore.
This is an art-shop, a gallery. The only difference is that the canvas have legs or maybe not, but I don't want to bore you with my propensity of being too literal most of the times.
She was not as far away from me as it would seem when you say 'across the street'. Her gaze was piercing and I would still have stood there hours later if she wouldn't have broken the contact rather quickly.
This happened every day since then. For some seconds our eyes would met, nothing more and find it stupid or not, on Sunday's and Monday's when I didn't work I missed it, the rest of the week my whole day would spin around the fragile moment when it would happen again. I don't know why, or I didn't know then, it made me all giddy and excited.
Tuesday morning, six weeks after it first happened, I overslept. This hadn't happened in my whole life for once. I rushed out of the house, down the street and as I turned around the corner I crashed into someone. The books I carried spilled all over the floor. I went down to gather them and as I looked up I found myself inches away from those beautiful eyes. Kneeling in front of me she held a book, offering it back to me I heard her whispering.
"For stony limits cannot hold love out and what love can do, that dares love attempt."
I stopped breathing in this moment. Still cowered I stared in front of me until I realized that I was alone. Blinking I looked for her, but she was nowhere to be seen.
I looked down at the book. Romeo and Juliet.
You crave the most what you can not have... I never learned a lesson this hard.
It was like a spell I was bound to. At ten in the morning our eyes would meet, for five seconds. I never saw her coming, never saw her going.
This woman was a mystery and she reminded me a little of Erik, Le Fantôme de l'Opéra.
That was until Monday, four weeks after our crash. I am giving lectures at BCU every Monday and arriving I got told that there was a prank played on Friday and it was impossible to use one of the lecture halls. Butanoic acid. The malodour is gruesome and nauseating, smelling like someone vomited into the ventilation.
I decided to go to the bookstore and get some work done that usually would be left behind. With Simon, a nice, young freshman from the last semester, in the front I would get some paperwork done in the office.
As I rounded the corner I saw her coming out of the bookstore, rushing over the street, vanishing into her own shop.
I stopped dead in my tracks and must have been standing there for a long while, because it was Simon, coming over and asking me if I was okay. I didn't dare to ask him.
She never came back into the store or I thought so. That was until semester break and I came to witness the exactly same scene again. I don't know why, being honest, but the next two following Monday's I watched her entering the store at nine in the morning and leaving an hour later. That was when I asked Simon.
He told me that she would come every Monday, at exactly nine a.m. She would put a twenty dollar bill into the donation can on the counter, sitting down in one of the armchairs and always read the same book.
As I whispered 'Romeo and Juliet' he looked at me like he had seen a ghost.
He told me that he had asked her why she not just bought the book and she had just smiled at him, she obviously never talked.
Maybe I should have been afraid, her behaviour was strange, you could say at least.
But it was exactly her behaviour what pulled me so much towards her. You could have shot me and I could not have told you what her intention was. It felt like she was searching proximity without meeting me. I really know I should have been afraid in some kind of way.
Fear was the last thing hunting me at night when I tossed and turned in my bed. It was her hunting me in my dreams. Though hunting only because I felt like prey, looking up into her hungry eyes just before she dipped two of her beautiful and long fingers into me and I was more than willing to be her feast.
No one had ever made me come this hard, not even when I had touched myself before and I knew nothing about her, she wasn't even near.
Though I would swear I saw her sitting on the window ledge in my bedroom, one night. Completely clothed in black, her reddish-purple colored locks glistening in the moonlight, her left leg on the floor and the right one bend, foot flat on the white wood. She was looking down to the street, her temple leaning against the frame and as my vision cleared there was nothing but my half opened sliding window and the white silk-curtain dancing in the wind.
It must have been my imagination, wishful thinking. I wished she had sat there at my window, witnessing what she did to me in my sleep. Climaxing from the simple thought of her lips on my skin, her fingertips mapping my body. I wished she would be not able to resist, crawling into my bed, cherishing every single second of the darkness until I would beg for mercy.
The touch of our bodies had been brief and it had happened too fast, but at night it kept coming back. I had gripped her, subconsciously. My right hand had grasped her side and my left pressed flat to her abdomen. What my hands had felt underneath the black button down did nothing but fuelling my imagination.
Her body was hard like steel and question I used to muse about, changed. I was always weird, in some kind of way. Different. As a nine year old girl I experimented for month, desperately trying to find a solution to alleviate world hunger. Finding the key for plants to grow under the worst conditions there was. I didn't find it.
Science was always one of my passions but realising that humans are their own worst enemies made me surrender. That was when I found love and passion in other things. In books. It didn't make the world a better place, but it could make the heart a better place and realising that all the world truly needed was a little more love and respect set me free.
Now the only thing I ever mused about was how I could clarify if I had touched a six or eight pack and how it would feel to draw my tongue along the edges.
Probably it was just far too long that I had someone in my bed able to satisfy me. Like any other thing in my life I had also questioned my love-life at some point. Love-life; it would be nice to call it something like that.
Non of the men I took home with me had the ability to be Mr. Right. The sex was okay, some where better than others, but it was the prospect of not having to sleep alone once a while what moved me. Sex I can do on my own, the orgasms are better anyway but I can't hold myself. I can't provide a little body warmth on my own.
It didn't happen that often, sometimes I didn't need it for month but it would come. The night when my bed was freezing cold and so was my soul. That was when I would go hunting and let's be no fools; you have to sleep with them. No man is willing to be your cuddle-buddy if he gets not something in return.
The hardest part only was when you paid and got nothing in return. When they left once they were finished with me. Those were the nights I would cry myself into sleep. Being used and used only.
Maybe it was the hopeless romantic in me giving so much of my soul into this. I had more than once the chance to take another woman home with me and maybe it would have been ecstatic regarding the sex-part but the risks were to inestimable. However willingly I spend the night in my lover's arms, the next morning I always wished they had already left. In the bright daylight everything is different.
Now everything was different. Whatever this woman's game was I would take it, take it all for a tiny moment of happiness. I know I sound like a desperate housewife or something but you probably have no idea how it is to be lonely.
Not alone but lonely. When you realize there is not one single soul waiting for you, caring for you. I am an only child and my parents passed away in a distance of three month. They loved each other till death and above. If there was such a thing my mother had died of a broken heart. They loved me, there is no question, but they loved each other more and I always felt like I kept them from each other. They never let me feel it but I did nonetheless.
It wasn't their fault and I always adored them for the gift of endless love. I envy them. Maybe that is the reason for me to grab this thin twine of hope. Whatever her motivation is I want her to keep going, I want her to pursue me, to hunt me. I don't need to even know what she is doing as long as she keeps going because I feel noticed, for the first time in my life.
However hard I tried just to let her be I couldn't. I couldn't let go of the chance to make her fall for me like I had for her. I waited hours for her to leave her shop, she never did. I waited the whole night for her to leave or not to miss her coming in the morning. I waited in vain. I walked over only to find the door locked, any time I tried. I saw people walk in and out but whenever I tried, the door was locked. Though our morning rite of glances never stopped, regular as clockwork.
I had to do something. So I left a paper cup of coffee on her steps one morning only to find a cup of my favorite tea on my steps the next morning. This became a new rite for shy about a week before I got bold.
"You should stay away from me," she whispered into my ear.
"Why?"
"Because I am not strong enough to stay away from you," the ghost of her lips burning on my skin, my heart pounding like a drum, as I turned around I was alone.
I had not heard the bell ringing, I had not heard her coming but I knew she was there as every hair on my body stood attention, in the split of a second before I felt her body against my back, her lips next to my ear.
I had left another cup of coffee on her steps, but this time I left a message.
for stony limits cannot hold love out
and what love can do, that dares love attempt
Did she really think after this I would stay away from her? My body had reacted stronger to her voice than to the most gently touch of any of my lover's.
In hell!
The next cup on her stairs carried another message. 'I want you to tattoo me' her answer was a plain 'NO' on the tea I found the next morning. We played this game for nearly a month. Same request, same answer.
Somehow I must have gotten on her nerves, because on night while locking the door she was suddenly pressed up against me.
"You want to know why it is not a good idea to be near me?" she whispered into my neck and before I could answer we moved faster than I have every seen anything. The next thing that is not blurred is we standing on a hill, looking completely over Boston, my legs are weak and shaky and she is holding me from behind.
A sharp breath of mine made her take her hands away and I turn my head looking up in those beautiful brown eyes. I try to reach out for her but she moves away, this time in a perfectly normal pace, she shoved a gigantic tree, probably ripped out by a storm. She just shoved it like some guys shoving their friends, laughing, and it rushes down the bank like she had kicked a small twig.
"You find some kind of truth in nearly every movie or story about vampires," she said without turning around. "I am dangerous Maura, you should not want to be near me."
"Can… can you bring me home," I ask her whispering. She picks me up bridal style and before I can breathe she sets me down in front of my door. Looking down at me I grabbed her hand. "I said nothing about you leaving."
"You should want me to leave."
"I should be working as a doctor, I should probably be married already, but that is not what I want and I don't want you to leave."
Honestly? I thought I was in my bed dreaming. I may probably have read one too many books, because the scientist deep down told me that vampires didn't exist.
Still holding her hand, seeing the fear in her eyes… "If I would let you go now would you promise me the chance to get to know you?"
She lifted both of our hands, pressing a soft kiss to the pads of my fingers. "Promise," and she was gone. Standing in the entrance to my house, leaning against the wall, smiling like a fool I noticed I still didn't know her name.
Waking up the next morning, still thinking it had been a vividly dream I was shocked, turning around and saw her sitting in the armchair in my bookstore, around nine.
"So… you want to know me?" she asked smiling, obviously amused by the look on my face. I turned the sign in the window and locked the door and she laughed loudly. "It's not that you can hold me hostage with a locked door. I showed you what I can do," the last part was whispered directly into my ear, seconds before the blow of her fast movement was felt in the air.
"True, but maybe I don't want to share my attention."
Her left index came up and moved my hair over my shoulder. "You don't have an idea what you are doing, do you?" And you don't have an idea what you damn voice does to me.
"I know what I want."
"Is that so?" she breathed.
"I want to know your name," I heard her chuckle behind me.
"Well in this case… I am Jane. Jane Rizzoli."
My store remained close for the rest of the day while we sat on the floor between the book shelves and talked. We spent a lot of nights there, talking, sharing the stories of our lives. What may have been a sexual attraction at first had turned into something different, something more. She had warned me though, she had warned me that she was made to seduce, that her kind was comparable to a peacock. Beautiful, powerful and irresistible, perfectly equipped to hunt and kill.
She may be a peacock on the outside but she is a lamb on the inside and I had fallen for the lamb.
A frustrating 'lamb' nonetheless. How many steps forward we made she walked them doubled backwards. There were many moments we were so close to kiss and nothing happened. She stopped every time, sitting back, keeping her distance.
"It's not that we are insatiable animals, at least not for blood. I am hungry like you are and I also can satisfy it like you do but the less blood I drink the slower any kind of injury is going to heal and I would lose any fight to another vampire, fed with blood. I don't run around and crave blood at any second of my being. I don't pulverize in contact with sunlight and I also don't start to glitter," she chuckled at the last part.
"You know the most important difference between us and the vampires in stories is that we don't change. When your soul was evil it will stay evil. That's probably the reason we are infamous. Vlad better known as Count Dracula is one of them. One of the most evil souls that ever existed, he just killed for fun and he didn't bother to be seen. They feared him to death."
Of course I had read stories about vampires, watched some movies, mostly out of boredom but nothing about her presents was like words describing her kind. She was suntanned, warm and she actually sleeps. She explained that she didn't need to sleep but she can, when she wants.
"There is one thing about us that nobody knows. We only can turn one single soul into our kind. It is difficult to explain. I can chose to bite, I yet can taste blood and not turn into a slave of bloodlust but once I bite I am going to kill. We only can change our true love into a vampire, the one who love's you more than life itself. You can say it works like in Beauty and the Beast, only true love is going to save you from dying."
I know my face fell in this moment. "Who… who did turn you into a vampire?" and my heart froze as I saw her bright smile, thinking she was smiling because of her soul-mate. She never told me anything about that and I truly believed she felt something for me.
At first I even didn't register what she had said, my own mind preventing me from being crushed. I had never once in my life felt such a connection and now it was going to slip through my fingers.
"What?"
"I am born this way. You truly think a figment of hell like Vlad was ever lovable? No. His father was like him and his mother was his first victim."
"You are confusing me."
She laughed dearly. "I hope so. I am telling you since weeks that there are vampires, killers out there and I would be surprised if I didn't confuse you."
"How can his mother be his first victim?"
"Because she was human and Vladi-baby sucked the life out of her."
"Oh."
"Oh?" she laughed again. I leaned forward, never letting my gaze slip and nearly kissed her. Nearly… if there wasn't her index, stopping me. "I can't Maura."
"Why?"
"Because I like you."
"That is the reason why people kiss."
"I know."
"Then kiss me."
"I can't because I like you and I am going to kill you."
"You won't!"
"You don't know!"
"You won't!"
"Okay let me rephrase that. You have no idea."
"You are confusing me again."
"It's not that easy Maura."
"Explain it to me."
She looked down into her lap. Putting my index under her chin I met her gaze. She looked at me for a long while. "I told you that we are not insatiable animals. At least not for blood," she paused a moment. "If… if I kiss you… god… You remember what I told you after you left the message on the coffee cup?"
"That you are not strong enough to stay away from me," I whispered.
"Yes. I… I fell under your spell the first time our eyes met."
I bit my lower lips, scooting even closer. "An even better reason for you to kiss me, and for me to kiss you back."
"Ok this is going to be embarrassing," she pulled at her shirt, like people do feeling uncomfortable or hot. "If I kiss you I don't know if I can stop."
"Maybe I don't want you to stop."
"Yes and that is the whole problem. I can't stand your smell Maura. It is like… burned into my soul, like it calls out for me. When I let myself slip I am going to kill you. Okay…okay let me explain it differently. You are smart, you know what happens to mating partners of a Mantis religiosa, don't you?"
"So you are telling me that you are going to eat me…," I giggle but the serious look on her face told me that this was not designated to be funny.
"Maybe not eating… but we are different. My breed tends to turn into an animal and usually it ends with someone's body being bloodless or crushed. Look Maura it is too dangerous. It is a primal instinct and I can barely think when you are this close."
I tried to process her words. I bit my lip and the first thought in my mind was that she was worth to die for. I moved my face until our lips were nearly touching. "If you feel only the half of what I feel you are not going to hurt me." Closing the distance I felt her lips against mine, finally.
She didn't touch me though, she leaned back on her hands while I scooted onto her lap, cupping her face, never breaking the kiss. She moaned into my mouth as my fingers slid down her neck.
"Stop," she whispered. "Stop Maura!"
"Please Jane, I want you to touch me."
"It's not that I don't want you Maura. Believe me, I want, but I am going to hurt you or worse," her gaze moves away from me. "I have never done this and far more experienced of us killed their sexual partners."
I grabbed her face, forcing her to look at me. "You love me, don't you?" I barely can hear the shy 'yes' she whispers. "I love you too and I refuse to believe that you feel this way because I smell delicious to you. Non of the men I was with ever treat me like you do. We can learn, together. I trust you with my life."
I didn't wait for an answer or remark. I took both of her hands and put them on my hips, wrapping my own arms around her neck, moving in to kiss her again. I felt her fisting my blouse and I heard the fabric tearing, loudly.
"Sorry," she breathed and I giggled.
"Tear as many clothes as you want as long as you don't stop kissing me."
I woke on the floor next morning, lying on my back to the feather-light caress of her index, drawing along my face.
"I want you to ink me."
"You only want to get out of your clothes so you can take my remaining resistance," she scooted on top of me. "You have no idea how much I want you Maura but I could never live with the outcome and I can't just jump in front of a train."
"Ink me."
It never was about a tattoo in particular. At first I just wanted her to notice me, to spend times with her. Now it was about trust, to show her how tender she was even if she would hurt me.
The simile was not far to seek; while carving into my skin would definitively hurt it was also and act of caring, of tenderness.
She may grab me a little too hard, she may leave bruises when she would love me but I was never surer about anything as that she was never going to hurt me or worse.
"What do you want?"
I didn't answer right away. I disrobed my blouse slowly, back turned to her. Lying down on my front I looked up to her.
"I want something to remind me of you, something that has a meaning for you," I whispered.
Our glances stayed locked, like she was searching for something in my eyes. The only thing I felt were her lips pressing a kiss into the small of my back before she held a different, intact garment of mine for me to take. Feeling her kiss burning on my skin, though never wanted to have missed this feeling I was rather disappointed she had rejected me.
Lifting myself up I felt a soft sting on my back, turning around to the mirror a bright smile lit on my face.
for stony limits cannot hold love out
and what love can do, that dares love attempt
The first words I had ever heard falling from her lips. In all their glory…
…
In the first weeks I think I tried every trick to lure her into my bed or more precisely to make love to me because she was already in my bed. The clothes I wore at night became shorter and shorter and then thinner and thinner and I played every card of seduction. She did falter but not break. It was never that I wasn't thankful because I already had what I always missed. Someone just being there because of me. It wasn't either about pleasure but I wanted to show how I feel. To let her feel, how I feel.
Time would make it. So I simple enjoyed spending time with her. Reading books together, cooking, hours of walking along the Charles, visiting carnivals and museums, kissing and snuggling. We took each other out for dates and I fell more for her each day.
We watched the summer go and the fall come, we snuggled in front of the window for the first snowflakes tumbling through the air. We watched the Tree-Lightening in Boston Common and took a long walk only accompanied by the crushing sound under our feet. We stood kissing at the frog pond while the city slowly drifted into sleep.
"Take me home Jane," I whispered against her lips and she picked me up, seconds later I found myself in my bedroom. She helped me out of my winter-coat and brought it along with hers and both our boots in a 'human-pace' over to the wardrobe. Giving me time to dress for bed. Standing in my closet my heard hammered wildly, I know she can hear it. I dressed myself down, commanding all the courage and step out of it, in only my robe. She is standing at the foot of my bed, watching me, rooted to the place, walking up to her.
I wrap my arms around her neck and kiss her softly. "I want to feel your skin on mine," I whispered against her lips.
She swallowed hard, following my hands with her eyes, reaching for the belt of my robe. I let it fall open, skimming it over my shoulders and slowly gliding along my arms until it pooled around my feed. She closed her eyes and I felt the light shiver rushing over her.
"You do trust me, don't you?" I didn't wait for her to reply. "We don't need to go further but I want to feel you."
"We both know that there will be no stopping this time."
"If you want we can stop wherever you ask me to."
She snorted. "As if I would want you to stop."
Cupping her face I just kissed her, moving my hands down I went for her belt, hearing her soft moan as both my thumbs hooked into her waistband, sending her slacks down and all the rest followed soon. Slowly I circled around her, slowly, letting my right index sliding over her skin. Pressing a kiss between her shoulders. "You are so beautiful."
Barely finished the last word I found myself in her arms, wrapping my legs around her I hiss loudly at the first fully contact of our skin.
"Remember what I told you about me and mother-nature. You are beautiful Maura. Stunningly beautiful," she whispers against my lips before kissing me again. Sensing her kneeling down I am gently lowered on my back, followed by her.
This can't be real; I am going to wake up soon and it is June again and we are back to our coffee cups and none of this happened.
She scooted beside me, lips still locked with each others the tips of her fingers softly explored my skin. Wherever she touched me it felt like my body was on fire. I felt like some teenager being kissed for the first time. I smiled; truth is that the woman making me feel like one is the inexperienced of us; a hundred and twenty-one year old teenager.
I cupped her face, slowly letting my index sliding along her contours, jaw, neck, shoulder, side, hip. I was stunned to feel goose bumps rising on her skin. If I hadn't seen her speed or strength I would bet she was nothing but human. I knew she could feel but reading a lot about it; whatever came between my fingers it always read that vampires were incapable for their body to change. Though if I had used my brain for once; she couldn't have possible been born as an adult.
Rolling onto my side and further I scooted on top of her. Bending my knees, coming to rest on my shins I am more likely in a sitting position though my upper body still pressed up to hers. Our kiss still not broken for once I lose my lips from her, kissing up her jaw to her ear.
"I love you Jane," I whispered, kissing down her neck slowly, softly nipping her skin. Moving down to her collar bones, between her breasts, down her stomach I let my fingers follow the path of my mouth. Reaching her belly button she suddenly snaps up, coming to sit. Hugging me tightly she kisses me fiercely.
"Smooth there; you are driving me crazy," she breathed against my lips.
"I hope so," I whispered back. She caressed my face and smiled. "You have no idea how much Maura." Pulling my face back to her we resumed to kissing, caressing each others back.
"I know you don't want to hear it but you have an amazing body Jane. Your musculature is divine."
She linked both our hands and leaned me back. Bending down starting to kiss and lick my skin I squirmed in her arms. Searching for more contact I arched my back, feeling her smile against my ribs. A sharp hiss left my mouth as her lips touched my nipple for the first time, her fingertips softly gliding over my skin, up and down from my shoulders to my abs.
Hot and cold shivers were running through my body and for the first time in my life I moaned the name of one of my lovers. Moving her hands to the small of my back she pulled me up to her, smashing my lips forcefully to hers. Kissing her until my lungs were burning.
Jane turned us around and I came back to lie onto the mattress, she braced herself onto her left lower arm beside my head her index returned to my face, stroking from my forehead over my nose and lips, down to my chin. Her intense gaze made me shivering.
"Whenever I am moving to fast you have to stop me Maura," she kissed me once on my lips and the kiss on my neck let me moan instead of assuring her my trust.
My whole body was humming and my skin tingled.
My hand grabbed forcefully into her hair as Jane mad contact with my clit. I barely ever made noises during sex…
"God Jane…," surely waking my neighbours.
Overwhelmed. I couldn't even absorb so many senses even if I wanted. I hadn't even noticed I was this wet.
"Jane…," I grabbed her hands.
"Did I hurt you?" She looked at me, shame and pain in her gaze.
I bit my lip and shook my head. "No… I… Can you stay with me?"
"Whatever you want beautiful."
Kissing and caressing, I never got so much attention, affection from anyone.
Softly roaming hands, tenderly exploring fingers, warm, wanting lips. Skin moving against skin, whispers of sweat, hitched breathes, hoarse voices, gentle noises. The air around us electrically charged, thick like fog. My fingers and nails frantically searching for grip, exploding into white bliss as the divine spark inflamed the room.
We clink to each other, shivering. A feeling so strong, seeming endless. I love you seemed suddenly not enough anymore. Shy to an hour later I can gather enough brain cells to formulate a whole sentence.
"If this is you withholding I can't even imagine what you can make me feel."
Irony; she thought she was going to hurt me, yet she was the most tender lover I ever had.
Nothing of ordinary, plain love, Armageddon and Big Bang at once…
"Bite me."
…
I am standing in front of my body-length mirror, stark naked. My head turns over my shoulder, my hands on my own butt.
for stony limits cannot hold love out
and what love can do, that dares love attempt
I look at the words, gracing the small of my back, in her beautiful script. My glance shifts a little higher and I smile at the sight of her suntanned skin, in a crass contrast to the pearly-white sheets.
I have to bite my lip, remembering how I ended up right here in this place, in this moment.
Maura, the human may have died last night, but I never felt more alive.
I couldn't picture one of them with purple hair and it obviously was important, so I had a look and I could picture this pretty well for Jane.
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