Thanks to all of you who have read and reviewed. You don't know how much that inspires me to write just for you and try to tell the best story possible. Thank you so much. No lemon in this chappie, but it's the morning after for our lemony siblings, and Gaara has to face a hard truth.
Chapter Nine
He had been watching her as he leaned against the doorway for about five minutes now while she brandished her spatula at the stove and cursed at the eggs she was trying to crack into a bowl. There was a grocery bag on the counter that let him know she had gone out earlier. She bent to look closely at the burner on the stove as she turned it on wondering why the damned thing wouldn't 'start', when suddenly the flame leapt up on the burner causing her to jump back like it had attacked her.
Ino gave the stove a scathing look, she had never liked cooking before and now she remembered why; it was because the stove was Hell's own creation. She loved food but when it came to cooking, she was terrible. The last time she had attempted it was in Home Ec class in high school when she made brownies so hard and thick the hockey team had used them as pucks. The school continued to send her letters thanking her for the pucks the team still used today. She knew she should have bought something at a restaurant, but she wanted to do something special for Kankuro, 'Like give him food poisoning or a trip to the orthodontist,' she groused.
Kankuro stepped forward to rescue her before she killed herself in a freak cooking accident or burned down the whole damned apartment complex. He wrapped his arms around her. "What are you doing?" he asked as he planted a kiss on top of her head.
Ino groaned inwardly. Now he'd know she can't cook worth a damn. "Building a rocket," she quipped.
"I thought so," he said as he took the spatula out of her hands and pulled out a chair. When she sat down, he moved to the stove and cleaned up the mess she had made. "You got a lot of experience cooking?" he asked. The eggs had egg shells in them and the pan she was cooking with was swimming in grease.
"Tons," she said miserably.
Kankuro washed off all of the counters and dishes while chatting idly. He grabbed the now clean bowl and whisk and cracked four eggs into the bowl and whisked them. He added sugar, milk, cinnamon and vanilla from a spice rack into the mixture and put it aside. He pulled out the thick cut bread that was in the grocery bag and opened it as he adjusted the flame under a clean griddle. He dipped the bread in the mixture and put it in the pan. When he was done he turned off the stove and put the French toast onto a plate and carried it to the table. He cut a piece off and held the fork out to Ino.
She took a bite and made a yummy noise and her eyes rolled back in her head. Because it was made by him it was the best French toast she ever eaten. Kankuro smiled and continued to feed her, taking his own bites in between. When they were done, he cleaned up again. After he was done he joined Ino at the table again and saw the dejected look on her face. "What's wrong?" he asked.
"I wanted to do something special for you," she explained. "I wouldn't step into a kitchen for just anybody, you know," she said.
"You can stay out of the kitchen, that would be special," he joked before pulling her out of her chair and into his lap. "I'm just kidding," he said when he saw her hurt expression. "You don't need to do anything special for me especially when it puts the lives of anyone in a fifty meter radius in danger," he laughed at her glare. "I don't want to change you; I want you to be yourself. You are my 'special'," he said as he kissed her.
Ino felt the need to tell him about her feelings again but pushed them down. "You're special to me too," she whispered. She caressed his cheek and stood up. The need to scream 'I love you' nearly choking her.
Kankuro could tell something was wrong with her, but knew she wasn't ready to tell him yet. "You know, I figured out why you're a food critic," he began as he edged down the hall towards the bedroom. He continued when Ino lifted an eyebrow at him, "You already know how the worst food tastes," he finished as he turned and ran for the bedroom.
"Oh, you'll pay for that," Ino yelled as she ran down the hall after him. He caught her around the waist and tossed her on the bed before falling on top of her. He nuzzled the side of her neck. "I'm mad at you," she huffed.
"Let me make it better," he murmured against her skin. His tongue darted out to lick at her neck. She moaned and tilted her head to give him better access and arched against him as he cupped her breast.
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He got out of bed to use the bathroom and mouthwash to freshen up and combed his tangled hair. His body was a little stiff, but it was nothing like some of the 'first-time' horror stories he had read about. 'Kakashi really knew what he was doing,' Iruka thought as the memory of the night flooded back in detail causing him to blush. Kakashi poised above him, stroking his body, thrusting into him over and over again setting him on fire with desire. It had been so good, he passed out after climaxing. Iruka blushed as he stared at his reflection in the mirror noting the love bites and swollen bruised lips. He blushed deeper when he remembered teasing Kakashi before he finally gave in. He couldn't believe he had been so forward, 'Of course the booze helped a lot,' he thought as he walked back to the bedroom.
He eased himself back into the bed and moved closer to Kakashi who suddenly pulled him on top of his body. "'Morning," he smiled as he kissed the tip of Kakashi's nose.
"I thought you were leaving," Kakashi said, his voice gruff with sleep.
"I remember someone telling me I wouldn't be allowed to regret this in the morning," Iruka said as he moved back to Kakashi's side.
Kakashi wrapped his arms around Iruka's waist and pulled his back against the curve of his body. "You don't regret it, then?" he asked as his hand caressed up and down his arm and his nose rubbed against Iruka's soft silky hair.
"Mmmmm, felt too good to regret," Iruka stated as he snuggled against Kakashi's chest. He smiled when Kakashi kissed the curve of his ear.
"Do you remember last night at all alcoholic?" Kakashi asked playfully.
"Everything up to me passing out," Iruka said truthfully. "I remember you are too possessive and made me beg for sex," he said as he glared over his shoulder.
Kakashi squeezed him tightly, "You molested me until I gave in to your wiles, besides it's all part of foreplay, 'Ruka-chan. You were so hot wriggling under me, begging breathlessly, skin flushed, body spread open for me. It took my breath away. As far as being possessive, you're right I am. I refuse to share you with anyone outside our family and you made the decision last night to belong to me," Kakashi reminded him, 'When you said you loved me,' he thought. He wanted Iruka to admit that he loved him while he was conscious and in the light of day, it was bothering him to think Iruka told him he loved him in the heat of the moment but he would be patient for now. "How's your body?" he asked.
"Fishing for compliments?" Iruka asked. He gasped when Kakashi cupped his half hard erection.
"I'll just ask your body directly since you want to be coy," Kakashi husked. He rubbed his leg between Iruka's causing him to moan and push his backside against Kakashi's groin and he pushed forward, his member beginning to harden. Kakashi rolled Iruka onto his back and stared down into his soft brown eyes. He saw love in them and it took his breath away. Iruka's full lips were still swollen from his kisses and large hickies peppered his skin. "'Ruka, I need to know if your body's okay," he rasped.
Iruka looped his arms around Kakashi's head and gripped his hair pulling him into a kiss. His hand slid to Kakashi's jaw and he looked deeply into his eyes, "Make love to me, 'Kashi. I want to feel you inside me again," he whispered as he spread his legs wide. Kakashi didn't even try to resist as Iruka pulled his body between his spread thighs and move his body sinfully against him.
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Temari floated through the house with a large grin plastered on her face that was creeping her brothers out. They had been answering the door every hour since seven o'clock in the morning for flower deliveries and with each delivery, her smile got wider as she'd take her new flowers to her room waltzing down the hallway with the vase.
"I think I preferred it when she was trying to kill us," Naruto stated.
"Kankuro never came home last night," Gaara observed.
"He probably took Ino up on what she's been throwing at him for weeks now," Deidara said.
"Nii-chan didn't come home last night either," Gaara said as Naruto scowled.
"He wouldn't drive drunk, besides you know how hard Kakashi has been romancing him these past three weeks and you both know he has feelings for Kakashi," Deidara tried to pacify them.
"Romancing, you mean he's been using his kids to trap nii-chan," Naruto scowled.
"No more than Sasuke has been using Daisuke to get into your pants. Nii-chan would never let anyone use children," Deidara said with a stern look at Naruto. "Nii-chan deserves to be happy and Kakashi and his kids make him happy."
"And I won't say anything to Kakashi until he stops making nii-chan happy," Naruto said.
Gaara was silent for a while. Deidara was right Kakashi made his brother happy even with the little things he did, but he also made Iruka miserable at times too. Iruka was a gentle loving soul who loved deeply and without restraint, he accepted things and would do anything to protect those he loved making him an easy target to take advantage of. Truthfully it scared Gaara that Iruka loved someone outside of their family; he was afraid of losing his brother. He frowned at his thoughts. "I'm going to go work on my painting," he said as he pulled his jacket on and grabbed his helmet.
"Don't you want breakfast? Gaara…" Deidara called after him. When Naruto started after him, Dei caught his arm, "He needs to work it out. Let's give him time." They sat silently as they heard Gaara's bike speed away.
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Gaara pulled up in front of the hotel and got off of his motorcycle having parked in the spot Neji had reserved for him. He pulled off his helmet and shook his hair free. He looked into the sky as a raindrop splat on his forehead and cheek. He gritted his teeth and cursed. He should have paid attention before leaving the house, now his baby was going to get wet.
"Gaara-san," the hotel manager called as he spied Gaara standing by his bike debating with himself whether he should go home now or not. "You must like my company since you work every day I do," the man said jovially.
Gaara gazed at the man blankly as he approached. He had black hair, blue eyes with a build slightly larger than Gaara's. He would be considered handsome by many people, but Gaara wasn't one of them. The man always found a reason to try and touch him even though he made it clear he had no interest in him. He couldn't even remember his name. "I work when it's convenient for me manager-san," Gaara said in a tone devoid of all emotion.
The hotel manager bit back a groan at the way the ruby haired beauty referred to him. He made it sound like he wanted to role play. The hotel manager licked his lips as he gave Gaara a once over. He knew the little redhead was interested in him because lately his leather pants were getting tighter every time they worked together and the little jade bent over to show his luscious backside to him frequently while he 'worked'. Many days he stood by and watched the rouge beauty suffer the company of their boss, but he knew the beauty's heart belonged to him.
Gaara dismissed the man from his thoughts. He turned his attention back to the issue at hand. Should he leave his baby out here and go to work or go home. He stiffened when he felt hands on his hips. Cursing silently, he told himself he never should have taken his eyes off of the son-of-a-bitch. The shuddered in disgust as the manager tightened his hold.
The hotel manager felt Gaara shiver and leaned in to kiss the nape of his neck. "Gaara…" the man moaned as he thrust his erection against him.
Gaara dropped his helmet and swung his body using his fist to strike the man's jaw. He swept the man off of his feet and sprung over his body pinning the man's arms and grinding his knee into the man's erect penis and testicles levering his weight to incapacitate his attacker.
Neji came out of the hotel as soon as his secretary informed him Gaara had arrived. He sensed something was wrong because Gaara never came to the hotel on Sundays, they were family days. He saw his manager and Gaara standing by the motorcycle and was about to call out a greeting when suddenly his manager was on the ground with Gaara leaning over him. "What's going on here?" he asked.
Gaara released his grip on the man. "Nothing, just a misunderstanding, Hyuga-san," Gaara said in his gravelly voice.
Neji didn't believe him at all. He turned to his manager who refused to meet his eyes. "What are you doing out here?" he asked coldly.
"Gaara-san's motorcycle, sir, I was telling him it should be put in the garage," the manager lied still refusing to look at Neji.
Neji knew the man was lying and he looked to Gaara for confirmation, but Gaara's expression was blank. "Have the doorman put it in the garage and get back to your desk," Neji said.
"Yes, Hyuga-san," the man bowed as he left. 'Gaara-san saved my job, he does care for me. I shouldn't have touched him without permission that's why he got angry. Gaara-san will let me have him, but he's not done teasing me yet,' he thought. He patted the vial in his pocket. 'I can't wait too much longer, my love, your teasing drives me wild. I need to be one with you soon.'
"Are you okay?" Neji asked as the doorman made his way over to move Gaara's bike.
"I'm fine," Gaara said as he walked away. "I should be done with your mural today."
"Gaara don't shut me out, we're friends aren't we? Let's go to my suite and have some breakfast, we can talk," Neji offered when they reached the lobby.
Gaara wanted to run away but Neji had him in a gravitational pull that was impossible to get out of. He was powerless to resist and it scared him. He gave a short nod and followed behind Neji as he crossed the lobby. He threw a glance at the manager who kept his gaze averted and got into Neji's private elevator after he activated it with his key. When the elevator opened to Neji's suite, they stepped off.
Neji poured him a drink he requested and handed it over watching him down it in one gulp, now certain now that something was wrong with Gaara. He ordered breakfast and sat on the couch waiting for Gaara to decide what he was going to do.
Gaara sat on the chair opposite of the couch and crossed his legs. "Have you ever lost anything precious to you?" he asked.
Neji thought of Hinata for a moment. "Yes," he replied.
"I've never lost anything precious to me that I can remember," Gaara said quietly. "How did you deal with it?"
"I felt empty for a long time. But she left a piece of herself behind in Daisuke. My younger cousin Hinata was raised as my imouto after my father died. She was gentle and weak, but stronger than anyone I've ever met in some ways. When her otou-san tried to marry her off to a shady businessman Sasuke and I arranged for her to marry him, even though he prefers men, and get pregnant with Daisuke. We thought we were saving her, but we signed her death warrant instead. She died of complications after Daisuke was born. He has her gentle nature," Neji said hoping his story helped Gaara.
"I feel like I'm losing my family," Gaara said. "Everyone is falling in love and it just feels like we will lose each other as more people come into our lives. We have been together since we were in the orphanage."
Neji sat forward on the couch. "You were in an orphanage?" he asked gently.
Gaara nodded, "I don't remember anything before the orphanage. Kankuro and Temari told me about our mother who died giving birth to me and the father who sold us to his friend and his wife two weeks after I was born. Kankuro said the man who bought us tattooed my face when I was three because he thought I was too pretty and he thought face tattoos would make me and Kankuro look manlier but I don't remember any of it, I don't even remembering the man dying. I do remember that for a long time after the tattooing, I hated it when anyone touched me; Temari said I would scream and cry when anyone other than she or Kankuro would touch me and I still have trouble with physical contact if someone else initiates it. Iruka nii-chan, Deidara, and Naruto are different though. I guess we all felt a kinship with one another; we could sense each other's damaged souls and we were drawn by the shared pain. Once you've felt pain and despair, you never want to feel it again," Gaara said in a toneless voice.
"Are you afraid that if they fall in love, they'll leave you behind?" Neji asked. He tried to focus on Gaara's needs at the moment and put aside his outrage about his past.
Gaara ran a hand through his hair in frustration, "I'm afraid they'll be hurt. The deeper you let someone into your heart the worse they can hurt you and if you love the wrong person, they can destroy you. How can you know who the right person is?" he said bitterly.
"You know when it feels right," Neji said.
"What's right? How can you be sure when it's right?" Gaara muttered. "How much does a person have to change to make it right?"
"You know it's right when you don't have to ask those questions, Gaara. You know you don't have to change for a person who loves you," Neji said quietly. "Love isn't a perfect emotion at all. It makes you feel like you can fly one minute and the next it slams you to the ground. It isn't about hearts and roses and living like every day is Valentine's Day, sometimes it's messy and painful and you have to fight your way through the muck to get to the happiness. There are no guarantees in love either, you can never be sure of the other person's feelings and that causes anxiety and distrust. You can only put yourself out there to the person you love and trust that they won't break your heart."
"That's not much of a comfort," Gaara said. "I would prefer if my family would step back and assess their lovers. I guess I'm selfish."
"You love your family and want to protect them, that's not being selfish. You're not standing in the way of their happiness…" Neji started.
"But I want to. I want to lock my family away so no one can hurt them, I'm a monster" Gaara said.
"You're not a monster, Gaara, and you know Kakashi, Sasuke, Ino, and Shikamaru run just as much risk of getting their hearts broken by your family," Neji said reasonably. "Anyone who falls in love is vulnerable to heartbreak that's why it's a leap of faith." Neji took a breath and put his hand on Gaara's knee noticing how he flinched but didn't pull away. "If I know anything about your family, it's that nothing will ever be able to come between you; you will always be there for one another. You'll never be alone Gaara, trust me," Neji said gently getting to the heart of the problem.
Gaara's lips twitched in a semblance of a smile. He felt better after talking to Neji. "I do trust you, Hyuga-san," he said quietly surprised that it was the truth. "Thank you, I feel better after talking to you."
Neji gave a small smile and moved is hand away. "When you fall in love, you will know how they feel," he predicted. He stood up, refusing to meet Gaara's eyes and answered the door when room service arrived. They waited until the table was set before sitting down to eat.
Gaara took the time to reflect as he occasionally glanced at Neji. The dark haired man ate in silence allowing Gaara to observe him without interruption. When he first saw the Hyuga he thought he was a pretty face with no substance until he showed his wit which peaked his interest and he became attracted to Neji physically as a result. Never intending to get serious about him, he flirted with Neji to keep him at arm's length and to keep the attraction harmless and fun. He spent more time with Neji as the weeks passed, finding comfort in the company not realizing how close they had gotten but sitting here watching him now, Gaara realized he was in trouble.
Neji caused his heart to race and breathing to speed up with just a look. During their conversation he had been able to look into Gaara and see the underlying insecurity there, the fear of being alone. He had touched Neji many times during dance class, but today was the first time Neji had initiated a touch, and it wasn't just a handshake or dance hold. When Neji had touched him he flinched not because he was scared that he would hurt him, Gaara was shocked by the spark that ran through his body and he wanted more. Neji made him feel like he could talk to him about anything and everything. He made Gaara feel desire, need, hunger, trust, safe, and secure; he wanted to be his most important person and that scared the shit out of Gaara. His eyes widened as he realized Neji had slipped past all of his defenses and claimed his heart. 'You'll know how they feel when you fall in love,' Neji's words tumbled around in his head as panic rose.
"Gaara, are you okay?" Neji asked when he noticed Gaara's skin color had paled and he put his napkin over his plate.
Gaara recovered himself as his blank mask smoothed out his features, "I was just thinking about our conversation," he replied half truthfully.
Neji smiled gently. "I think you would feel better if you went home and had your traditional Sunday family day," he said.
Gaara could feel his heart rate soar through the roof as panic choked him. Thoughtful and mature could be added to the list of Neji's attributes. Gaara pushed out his chair and stood quickly, "Thank you Hyuga-san, for everything. I'll be back tomorrow to finish the painting," he promised. 'Then I'll only see you in class until you get a new partner,' he thought bitterly.
"No rush, Gaara," he pulled out his car keys and handed them to the petit beauty. "Take my car, you can't ride your motorcycle in this and I won't be responsible for you catching a cold either," he said when he saw Gaara was ready to argue. "Your bike is in my private garage and no one will be able to mess with it and if they do, I'll buy two new ones to replace it," Neji said.
"Always excessive, Hyuga-san," Gaara said as he accepted the keys.
"Nothing's too excessive when it comes to you, Gaara," he sighed. When he saw jade eyes widen he folded his hands on the table top to keep from reaching for him. "Sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable," Neji said. He stood and walked Gaara to the elevator, "Drive safe," he said.
Gaara nodded not trusting himself to speak. He needed to get out of here, needed to put some distance between him and Neji so he could think. When the door closed on the elevator, he could breathe normally again.
He went to the front desk when the elevator stopped in the lobby and told the manager he would be back some other day to finish the painting. The doorman showed him to the private garage while the manager scowled at his back as he walked away.
Gaara saw his bike where Neji said it would be before he slid into the BMW and adjusted the seat and mirrors. He pulled out of the garage and started for home. He tried to think clearly, but the car smelled like Neji and soon his brain was consumed with the man.
When had he wormed his way into his heart? Gaara's heart was defensible, or at least he thought it was. His walls were still intact, so how had this man breached them? Gaara took a deep breath to calm his nerves and backed his foot off of the gas pedal when he realized he was going eighty in a forty-five. He needed to finish the painting and get through the dance classes and beg Temari to find a new student, and then he'd be free of temptation. Neji would fade out of his life, and he could go back to hiding his heart behind high walls and be normal again. Normal and alone while his family leaves him one at a time to find love. 'Would it be so bad to love Neji?' his mind nagged him as he pulled into the driveway. He ignored the question and walked into the house.
"Nice car otouto," Deidara said.
"Tell Itachi-san you'll blow him for one," Gaara said savagely. 'No, this is not how this is supposed to go!' Gaara thought. "Sorry, nii-chan I'm a brat," he said miserably.
"I know you are squirt," Dei said as he tousled his hair.
Gaara could feel prickling in his eyes at the nickname. "I think I'm tired," he said. "I'm gonna go lay down for a while."
Deidara watched him go, worry evident in his face. Out of all of them, Gaara was the most resistant to change. Deidara thought that by spending time with Neji, Gaara would find someone he could fall in love with but Gaara was resisting it. He knew Gaara was afraid of two things opening his heart to someone, and the other was that he will be left alone. With everyone going on dates, falling in love, and his attraction to Neji, Gaara's fears were surfacing and confronting the littlest brother head on. Deidara pulled out his phone and texted his brothers.
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Kankuro pulled Ino into his arms and kissed her again as he stood at the door. Ino clung to him like she didn't want to let him go. "Do you have to go?" she asked.
"Yeah," he said as he embraced her.
"I wish you didn't have to," she said.
"I know. We'll do this again, it's not like we'll never see each other again," Kankuro said. "As a matter of fact next time, I think you should come to my house and spend the weekend with me."
Ino's head snapped up when she realized what he was offering. "You're inviting me into your home, your room?" she asked unbelieving.
He smoothed his knuckles down her cheek, "Is that so hard to believe?" he asked.
Ino shook her head. She loved this man so much. She ran her hands down his chest smoothing down his shirt. She tugged at the waist band of his pants and smiled. "I don't know. It's too good to be real," she said.
"You're too good to be real," he said as he kissed her. "Plan to come to my house next weekend. I'll call you tomorrow and we can get together for lunch if you want to," he said.
"Are you kidding? I want to spend as much time with you as I can," she said. She kissed him again before he left.
"I'll see you later," he said tenderly before he walked away.
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Kakashi killed his engine when he parked. He turned to Iruka and cupped his cheek pulling him into a heated kiss. "What would your brothers do if I kidnapped you?" he asked breathing hard.
"I think they would skin you alive," Iruka said before running his tongue over Kakashi's lips and kissing him again. He brushed his hand over Kakashi's shoulder. "I have to go inside," he said.
"Come back home with me," Kakashi whispered.
Iruka shuddered and shook his head. "I'll see you tomorrow," he promised. He brushed his lips across Kakashi's before grabbing his lower lip with his teeth. He nipped the pale pink flesh gently before lapping at it with his tongue.
Kakashi let him have control of the kiss until he felt Iruka's tongue brush his mouth. He tilted Iruka's head for better access and kissed him deeply. He felt Iruka surrender and knew he had to quit before he took him again in the car. He pulled back gently nibbling his lips. "Go inside. I'll see you at the bakery in the morning," he said.
Iruka got out of the car and waved goodbye before stepping into the house. Deidara gaped at his brother's appearance. His lips were bruised and swollen, his neck was littered with hickies, and there was a dazed look in his eyes. "Rough night?" he asked.
"Great night," he said dreamily. "Kakashi is such a great lover, so generous and kind."
Deidara smiled at his brother, "So I see," he said feeling a little jealous.
"Where's Gaara?" Kankuro asked as he entered the house. He was in the same state as Iruka. His shirt was opened three buttons and his neck was covered in hickies and his hair was a mess.
"Looks like Ino put it on you," Naruto said while Temari blushed.
Kankuro snorted. He fixed shirt and ran a hand through his hair as Gaara came into the kitchen. "What happened to you?" he asked as he pulled open the refrigerator door.
"Got caught in a fight with a wild cat," Kankuro said.
Gaara smiled. "Why are you guys here? I thought you were with Ino and Kakashi."
They all looked at Gaara as if he'd lost his mind. "Family Sunday, remember?" Iruka said. "I don't care who we fall in love with, family Sundays will always happen. I hope we can include our lovers but if they don't want to, we're still family and nothing will ever change that." He went over to Gaara and slung his arm across his shoulder. "We will always be there for one another no matter what." He hugged Gaara tightly.
Gaara felt his eyes sting and felt his chest tighten. He knew that he wouldn't be abandoned by his family; he just didn't know how badly he needed to hear it. "I hope they want to be a part of it too," he said quietly.
"Aw, otouto is so kawaii!" Deidara said as he hugged his brothers.
Naruto, Temari, and Kankuro joined in the group hug. "Come on, brats," Iruka said as he pulled back. "Let's go!" He ruffled Gaara's hair before going out to enjoy their day.
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