The next few days after the encounter with Scott were spent by Hermione in the Library researching Australian history and its indigenous peoples. She was also learning how to use the library computers for research and news. More importantly she was learning how to use the iPhone Scott had gifted her and she found it useful. Having grown up in the muggle world she did not have too much trouble adapting to the computer or the iPhone but she had been away from it for awhile and needed to refine her skills.
Evenings were spent with her parents, who were making good progress and her goal of returning them to England sometime in August seemed realistic. Their memories of her birth and early childhood were easy to recover. Apparently the obliviate spell blocked memories more than it erased them and having a young child is a particularly powerful emotional experience that creates lasting memories. Clients from their dental practice in England were not memorable. It seemed that anything that fell into the category of a repetitious routine, such as treating twelve to twenty patients a day, did not leave lasting memories. Their home in England and its furnishings were easily recovered along with their dental practice. Reviving memories of friends and family members was going to require a little more time and effort, however.
After leaving her evening sessions with her parents she would spend the night with Scott. He was a thoughtful and gentle lover and she appreciated the tender moments they shared together. A deeper understanding of a loving and caring relationship was developing. It made her wonder if her future held such a relationship in store for her and whether it might be with Harry. Speculations like this were endearing and it sometimes made her cry. Nevertheless, Hermione also loved getting railed good and proper, and the DP with Scott and Tommy was mind blowing, but a deeper and more intimate relationship provided its own unique pleasures. Maybe she just needed to maintain a stable of mares and stallions with a single alpha to rule them all.
Returning to her hotel from the library in the late afternoon she was standing in the elevator bank when she heard Scott's voice coming from around the corner. Never having been in that hall she chased the sound and was met with the glass doors of the Business Center. Scott was inside standing with three men. Proceeding through the doors she walked up to them and chirped, "Hi, Scott."
"Gentleman. This is a pleasant surprise. I'd like to introduce you to my friend, Hermione Granger. Hermione, this is Manu Clement (pointing to a large man of indeterminate ethnicity), Oliver Stewart and Luca Crozier (indicating two men of probable European ethnicity). Mister Stewart is the Chief Operating Officer of the regional New Zealand air carrier Kiwi Express, Mister Crozier is his Chief Technical Officer, and Manu is his Chief Financial Officer." So they were from New Zealand.
"My, my, Hermione. How very pleased I am to meet you," declared Oliver, the COO, and offering his handshake that she accepted. "Where have you been hiding her, Scott? Most charming." A man of approximately five‑foot ten‑inches with a full head of salt and pepper hair, he did not wear glasses. It could accurately be said that he was handsome, with brown eyes, a narrow nose, and was clean shaven. Perhaps fifty years old or a little more, she guessed. There was a little more around his middle than there might have been twenty‑years ago but his tailored suit did a lot to hide it. His manner was effusive and his Kiwi accent was just different enough from the Australian accent that he was authentic.
Luca, the CTO, was equally effusive, if more direct. "She's out of your league, Scott. I see you're going through your second adolescence. Good for you." Hermione giggled. "Very pleased to meet you young lady," and he offered his handshake. Not much taller than Oliver, he exhibited male pattern baldness and was also a little larger around the middle, though not quite as much as Oliver. Although his voice was a little lower his accent mirrored Oliver's. His glasses were wire rimmed and betrayed a hint of tint in the lenses. His eyes were brown and he sported a full beard, closely trimmed. His most striking feature was a prominent nose.
Manu was a different man altogether. Extending his hand he told her, "Lovely my dear. A true pleasure. From your accent I gather that you are British. I was educated in Accountancy at The University of London and I have a genuine fondness for the British Isles and its people." At over six feet, barrel chested might describe him best but his size did not taper down to his waist, he was barrel shaped from his neck down to his legs. Though he was hefty all over, describing him as fat would be inaccurate. The hand she shook was truly massive and the sheer masculinity of the hands gave her a little tweak in her knickers. His hair was jet black and closely cropped apart from the diminutive ponytail. His eyes were dark, almost black, and his teeth were very white. Tattoos decorated his lower neck, disappearing under his shirt collar, and he wore gold earrings along with a small gold nose ring in one nostril. Fleur had warned Hermione that her preference in men leaned toward the exotic and just the sound of Manu's deceptively powerful voice, the sheen of his dark complexion, and the depth of his dark eyes was making her pussy damp.
Scott spoke up. "We were just discussing where I might entertain the gentlemen for an evening meal. The gentlemen were just about to freshen up and retrieve their wives, except for Manu here. Perhaps you might consent to be Manu's date for the evening?" Turning toward the men, "I assure you gentleman that she's an intelligent and fascinating woman who would be excellent company among us." Merlin was Scott ever slick. He was going to leverage her sex appeal to advance his business relationship with these clients. Slick, Scott. Well, why not? But social convention made it necessary for Hermione to put up at least a token protest.
"That is most kind of you, Scott. But, gentlemen, I'm afraid I wouldn't deign to presume to interrupt your gathering."
"Tish‑tosh. What a load of nonsense. Of course you'll join us, young lady. That is if you do not have other plans." It was Oliver. She noticed how Luca's posture and demeanor deferred to him while Manu's personal dignity could not be more stoic; her pussy dampened a little more.
"In that case I thank you for the invitation and I only hope that my company adds to the general revelry of the evening."
"Scott, you've really outdone yourself this time," Oliver remarked. "Brava, Hermione. We'll meet in the lobby at 6:00 PM. I've hired a limousine for the occasion. Now, I must hurry off so my wife has sufficient time to prepare. I'm looking forward to the evening. Thank you again, young lady." With that they all dispersed, Manu dwelling just a moment longer to gaze directly into Hermione's eyes before he too turned to go. Fuck, he better not do that all evening.
Once they cleared the glass doors Hermione rounded on Scott. "Why you scheming little man. I should deny you access to my pussy for this."
A hearty laugh from Scott boomed off the walls and he followed it up with, "You're a little liar, girl. I saw the way you two were looking at each other. He's got a target on his back, no mistake, and you're going to reel him in." He smiled broadly a chuckled as he turned to go. "See you at six, little slut." He didn't even allow her the opportunity to challenge him over his accusation. Standing there a few moments longer she huffed and then realized she needed to put together an ensemble for the occasion. Scurrying through the doors and into the elevator she headed up to her room.
If there were only the men she would have worn the dress Koa had gifted her. But with wives being present she was sure to have attracted their disapproval and the snark and cattiness that goes along with it. She was certainly going to wear the lipstick red Louboutin pumps with four-inch heels and the stockings. In her spare time she had been shopping and she did buy a little black dress that might serve the purpose. It was black satin and strapless which hugged her cleavage, keeping it discreetly hidden. She did also buy a black strapless push up bra to go along with this minidress and she was pleased with the look. The hem line was a little short and she debated whether to wear panties. In the end she decided against it; the absence of panties afforded her more tactical options. The white gold necklace and a quick touch up of her hair and she was starting to look put together. Her Breitling, the lipstick red garter, and white gold cuff bracelets were next. Finally, the lipstick and the bright red Louboutin clutch completed the outfit.
She would be a little early but that was OK. Arriving in the lobby with seven minutes to spare, Scott was there by himself and took in her sexy vision as she approached. He leaned in close to her ear and whispered, "You're going to get fucked tonight by that big Māori little girl. Hope you can survive the assault."
"Scott, do you speak to your mother with that mouth?" She was blushing heavily.
"I have no pretensions. You know that. I do hope it's everything you hope it will be. I'm pulling for you. By the way, I'm hopping a late flight to Hawaii for the sales meeting with Tommy and the rest of his staff so I won't be here as your wingman after dinner. Of course, the way you tortured Tommy and I you really don't need a wingman, do you?"
"What's a Māori?"
"It's what the indigenous peoples of Australia call themselves. In his eyes you're a Pākehā, not one of the people. But you're sexy and supremely fuckable in any culture so he'll probably give you a pass, universal fuck toy that you are."
"Really, Scott? Are you jealous?"
"Yes, Hermione, I am. But not in a bad way. My advice is to get it while you're young. I'm your biggest fan."
"Seems to me, Scott, that you're old and getting plenty of it," she countered.
"You know, you're right. Perhaps I can find me a willing island girl while I'm in Hawaii. It would make me feel years younger, I'm sure."
"Just as long as you promise to share all the details."
"Ditto."
Instinctively they shook on it.
Stewart and his wife entered the lobby and approached them A very blonde woman, she was wearing a designer dress bejeweled with silver sequins that clung to her thin figure. Hermione guessed they were close in age. Her large bust line was lifted and displayed to full advantage with the deep décolletage and, judging from the bounce in them, it seemed she wasn't wearing a bra; breast augmentation, no doubt. The term 'trophy wife' and 'gold digger' came to mind but Hermione had no objection. She was leveraging her assets and why not? Her makeup was professionally done with expert shading and shaping that enhanced the features of her lovely face. Dripping with jewels around her neck, hanging from her ears, and dangling from her wrist she was a living and breathing advertisement for Van Cleef and Arpels. The ring she toted on her left hand was obviously a custom design with a large center diamond and three diamonds on either side in decreasing size wrapping down the wide band. Her light gray eyes looked straight into Hermione's and she smiled.
"My dear, I am so pleased to meet you. I'm Jennifer, Jennifer Stewart." It was not a Kiwi accent. Hermione guessed American.
"Pleased to meet you. I hope you don't think me an intruder."
"Not at all, my dear child. Any friend of Scott's is a friend of ours."
Dear child? Who are you kidding – bitch?
Glancing at Scott she could tell he was holding back his laugh. After giving him the stink eye she turned back to the Stewarts and noticed Manu approaching. Already a tall man, he was wearing a pair of black crocodile skin hand tooled boots with at least a two‑inch heel. His matching black crocodile skin pants were well tailored for his thick muscular legs. His belly did not hang over his belt but he was certainly a big man. The high collared white silk shirt had two buttons open at the collar and displayed more of the tattoos extending down from his neck and onto his torso. The leather jacket was a deep scarlet red calfskin, with many brass adornments, buckles, and buttons.
As he approached he nodded to Jennifer and politely told her, "Good evening Jennifer." Then he came and stood next to Hermione and said, "Good evening to you as well young lady." The brief squint in Jennifer's eyes betrayed her irritation that, perhaps, Hermione was going to be the primary object of the male gaze tonight.
Finally Luca arrived with his wife. Hermione had a double‑take moment. The woman could have been the twin sister of Cho Chang but perhaps ten to fifteen years older. She was wearing a practical cream colored pant suit but her red spike heeled shoes matched Hermione's. There was a single white gold necklace and pendant around her neck that was set off nicely by her golden brown skin tone and a modest wedding ring and band. She wore no other jewelry or adornments. Her smile was warm and inviting and she immediately hugged Hermione and performed air kisses. "So happy you're joining us. We're going to have so much fun. You must tell me how you know Scott. He's such a hunk, isn't he?"
"Yes, he is. But there's really not much to tell. But thank you for being so welcoming, uh…"
"Fong Jing. I'm sorry, I should have told you. Please, call me Jing."
"Happy to meet you Jing."
Scott glanced outside and announced, "The limo is here." Starting with Oliver they proceeded to file out. Manu offered his right arm to Hermione, which was the appropriate gesture, and she looped her left hand under his elbow and lightly grasped his forearm. Fuck, he's got thick arms." The way things were going her pussy was going to be damp all night.
"Where did you attend school in England, if I may ask," he wanted to know.
"It was a private boarding school in Scotland. No one's ever heard of it. I'm considering my higher education options. Perhaps you have an opinion you'd like to share that might help me to decide?" Hopefully the deflection would shield her from any more questions like that.
"Yes. I think you should consider any of the fine colleges in either London or Edinburgh. It's important, I think, to attend a school in a cultural center. There is more to advancing an education than libraries, books, and study assignments."
"Yes. I see what you mean. In fact I have discovered just that very same truth during my stay here this summer." My next assignment is to suck and fuck dick number five, this time a Māori dick.
Everyone had seated themselves in the limousine except the two of them and Scott, who held the door. Hermione climbed in carefully so she did not expose her pussy and slid into the back facing seat opposite the other two couples. Manu followed and Scott closed the door then got into the front seat next to the driver. Oliver was clearly the alpha‑male in the group and Hermione the new kid so it was no surprise when he focused on her.
"You have a well developed London accent, Hermione. It's charming. What brings you to Australia?"
"I here on a training mission for a couple of more senior members of our team. When I'm finished they may relocate back to England. I'm not prepared to say more," she answered.
He brushed that aside and continued with another question, "Have you been to New Zealand?"
"No. Can you tell me something about it?"
"It's simply the most beautiful nation in the world. We take good care of our environment and we live quite harmoniously, small as we are." Still holding Manu's arm, she sensed a slight stiffening of his muscles. Was there tension between the indigenous Kiwis and the non‑indigenous, she wondered?
At this point Jing spoke up, "Oh, yes. Since you're so close now you must come to visit. Oliver is right, it's every bit as beautiful as Taiwan and quite vast. We'd be happy to host you and I could spend some time as your informal guide. Wouldn't that be wonderful Luca?"
Luca nodded enthusiastically. "Quite. Jing and I extend an open invitation. We'll exchange contact information later, perhaps." Luca and Jing were two warm and generous people. The patience that Jing afforded to Jennifer's self‑absorption spoke to Jing's lack of pretension and a genuine personal warmth. Jennifer was maintaining a frozen expression so it was hard to read her at the moment but Hermione assumed she did not find a visit by her terribly attractive.
Oliver continued, "If you are quite serious about visiting, we can provide a first class seat on one of our flights and accommodations in our partner hotels. We also have smaller planes that will give you the chance to see our remote and beautiful mountains and regions. Nowhere else in the world compares to what you'll see." Yes, Jennifer definitely had a sour look now.
"Your offer is so very generous, Oliver, but I'm not sure I could accept such generosity from you. We just met and we hardly know each other."
"Yes. Typical English reserve. Well played, Hermione. However, we would love to get to know you better and you may consider this offer seriously at a later date. It will stand indefinitely." Definitely the wrong thing for him to say, judging from the evil eye he was getting from Jennifer to which Oliver was oblivious. Glancing up at Manu, she thought she detected a self‑satisfied smirk. He was the only other person who was aware of Jennifer's expressions. It must be the bane of the trophy wife whenever she finds her husband in the company of someone young, fresher, and equally sexy to boil in a jealous stupor. Hermione imagined that Oliver was going to receive a world class blow job later tonight as a gesture of Jennifer's ownership. She wondered if Jennifer was the type that spit or swallowed. With boobs like that she could probably give a memorable tittie‑fuck too.
They had arrived at the restaurant and the parking Valet had opened the door. It was the same restaurant where Koa had showed her off. Scott announced their arrival and the captain prepared to lead them to their table. Before he took the lead he commented, "Welcome back, Mister McKenzie. Always a pleasure to serve you." Then, to her surprise, he turned to Hermione and said, "Nice to see you again, Miss. I trust you found our service met your exacting standards on your previous visit?"
"Yes, very much so. Quite good actually. I'm happy to be back." He then turned and led them to one of the larger tables in the center of the room. Jennifer made sure to glare at her with disdain.
The conversation now turned to the subject of appetizers, beverages, and entrée selections. Jennifer was hinting to Oliver that she'd like a bottle of the Moët & Chandon champagne. There was something about Jennifer that was triggering Hermione's competitive hackles. When Manu turned to Hermione and politely asked her if she even liked champagne, she may a point of answering in a voice loud enough for everyone to hear that she preferred the Louis Roederer Brut Premier over other champagnes, some of which she thought not worth the premium price. Louis Roederer Brut Premier it would be much to Jennifer's scorn.
As the wine arrived and they awaited the appetizers Jennifer took the initiative to complain about the shopping in Canberra. It seemed her expectations had not been satisfied with so many pedestrian brands. Jing was someone who strived to put people at ease and lamented with Jennifer. Encouraged, Jennifer began to tell stories of shopping in St. Moritz, Switzerland where whole stores were devoted to designer goods. Jing encouraged her, feigning curiosity and was regaled with descriptions of the finds she unearthed at Gucci, Boutique Hermès, Moncler Grenoble, Prada, Dolce & Gabbana, and Louis Vuitton. Hermione listened with utter fascination. Jing encouraged her and could even comment with opinions about two or three of the designers mentioned. Interspersed with all of this the men commented on the prices, the generally lower profits that had been earned this year and how it had affected their executive bonus.
By now they were halfway through their entrées when Jing pushed her chair back and told Luca that she had to excuse herself to powder her nose. Then she looked at Hermione and said, come join me Hermione and I'll touch up your lip gloss for you. Jennifer had been drinking more than the others and did not seem inclined to join them. What was she doing with her hand under the table? Glancing at the expression on Oliver's face it seemed that she was ensuring that Oliver's mind was on her.
Jing hugged Hermione's arm and they skipped into the ladies room. Pulling her into one of the stalls with her, Jing pulled down her pants and panties and sat on the toilet. Holding Hermione's hand she asked, "Have you slept with him yet?"
"You're certainly direct," she said, taken aback. "You must mean Manu. No, I just met him today."
"I've had a hunger for that man since the first time I saw him. I'd love to know what's in his pants."
"Aren't you married, Jing? I mean…""
"Can I trust you to keep a secret, Hermione?"
"I think so. I have no reason to betray you."
"Luca can't get it up. I love him dearly but I miss getting properly fucked by a real dick. He understands perfectly. He wants me to be happy and he loves it when I come home disheveled and glowing with that 'just got fucked' blush on my face. He'll eat me for an hour, sucking the spunk from my pussy while I share all the details. Does that shock you?"
"It isn't my place to judge you. You two seem to have made an arrangement you're both happy with, and you're not lying to each other."
"Yes we have," she answered with enthusiasm. She wiped herself then stood up and pulled up her pants up. "Do you need to go?"
"No, I'm fine."
Exiting the stall Jing washed her hands and then turned back to Hermione. "And I wouldn't say no to you either. Do you like pussy?"
"Since we're in each other's confidence, yes I do. Funny you should ask."
"Have you ever eaten an Asian cunt?"
"No. Just one with a red bush." Hermione began to giggle and Jing joined her. The giggle turned to laughter and Jing put her hands on Hermione's shoulders as they laughed. The next thing Hermione knew Jing had pulled her into a deep, passionate kiss. Her lips were impossibly soft and she knew just how to tease, and lick, and explore. Hermione's juices were leaking down her legs now, since she hadn't worn knickers.
"What's your room number? I'm going to pay you a visit tomorrow morning." Hermione shared the room number along with her cell phone number and asked her to text before she came over. Then they headed back to their table. By the time they had returned things were wrapping up and Scott had left to settle the tab. When he returned he thanked everyone and told them that he hoped they had all enjoyed their evening.
"I'll have the limousine brought around in ten minutes. I apologize, but I won't be returning with you. I'm taking a taxi to the airport because I'm departing tonight for a sales meeting in Hawaii. I very much enjoyed everyone's company tonight so Au Revoir to all of you." Giving one last knowing glance to Hermione (was that a wink?) he went to talk to the Valets.
Manu spoke to Hermione. "Would you care to end the evening with a digestif in the bar? We can return to your hotel by taxi when you're ready."
"That's a wonderful idea, Manu. Thank you. So kind," she answered.
Then he announced, "Hermione and I are going to retire to the bar and return later to the hotel. It was a good evening. I'll see you all tomorrow." Jing gave Hermione a knowing smirk and gave her a little thumbs‑up close to her abdomen where it wouldn't be noticed by the others. As they entered the bar he asked her, "Table or bar?"
"Table I think," she replied. "And may I ask what you recommend as a digestif?"
"I prefer a Le Mont Corbier but I recommend an amaretto for the lady," he answered.
"I'm sure that will be fine, Manu. Thank you." Her pussy had been damp all night and her brief kiss with Jing had got her going beyond damp. She was calculating her next move when he returned with the drinks. While she was waiting she took a moment to use the ladies room. Oddly enough the toilets in the bar were single occupancy and unisex. There were four of them, clean and fresh smelling compartments as was befitting a four star establishment. Her next move was beginning to take shape in her mind. When she returned he was at the table with their drinks. She pulled her chair around and sat closer to him.
Manu began the conversation, "Do you have a history with Jennifer?"
Taking as sip of the amaretto the smooth almond flavor liqueur snuck down her throat and settled in her stomach with a gentle warmth. She found it most pleasant. "No, I met her in the lobby. Why do you ask?"
For the first time he laughed. His laugh was mirthful and unforced. She thought it sexy and she spread her leg over to rest against his. "Because you had her steaming all night. I thought you two maybe had a history together; maybe you had dated Oliver before her. Did you know Oliver?"
"No, just met the both of them. But I think I see it from her point of view. She's close to my age but I'm younger. She's a trophy wife and she knows that she'll age out eventually. If a man his age went after her he'll go after others once she's no longer young and fresh. I'm competition. Worse, Oliver made a play with the offer of free flights and lodging if I wanted it. That really set her off."
"You're very perceptive. You're very close to the truth of it all."
"Feminine instinct. It wasn't brain surgery and, anyway, Oliver couldn't have been more obvious."
He laughed again. Manu's laugh was unforced and full of joy. It was one of those things that impressed her without any conscious effort on his part and made her pussy damp. She laughed too and in a gesture of connection she put her hand over his on the table. Another sip of the amaretto increased the warm glow in her stomach, and her pussy.
"You don't know the half of it. Can I trust you to keep this between us?" Hermione nodded. "Jennifer is Oliver's third wife. He's never been with anyone over the age of thirty in all the years I've known him. Before she married him she needed to sign an iron‑clad prenuptial agreement. If he decides to divorce her she will be awarded a golden parachute of one‑hundred thousand New Zealand Dollars. She's an American so by the time she gets back to Los Angeles and converts the payout to US dollars she'll have maybe fifty‑thousand US and that might last her six weeks in Los Angeles. At twenty‑five she knows she's starting to age out and, you're right, Oliver couldn't have been more obvious that he was preparing the ground work to go after you."
"What about all those jewels, the ring, all the diamonds?"
"Cubit zirconium, basically costume jewelry. But she's not sophisticated enough to know that."
"Manu, how do you know all this?"
"I'm the Chief Financial Officer and I manage Oliver's personal and corporate expenditures as well as his taxes. Our corporate legal department reports to me as well so I'm familiar with the terms of the prenuptial agreement, and the previous agreements."
"Is there a Misses Manu Clement."
"No. A few hoa wahine but nothing serious. My family holds some prestige so there are many kotiro haikai that take an interest in me."
"Hoa wahine? Kotiro haikai?"
"Hoa wahine in your language is girlfriend but my meaning here is closer to fuck buddy. More to the point, kotiro haikai would translate to hungry girl but my meaning is really horny girl. No pākehā though."
Hermione moved her hand off his hand and under the table to rest on his thigh. His fucking thighs are fucking thick! "Don't like pākehās, Māori man?"
"I'll tell you after I have one."
Hermione downed the rest of her drink and stood up. Taking his hand she pulled him up out of his seat. "Come here, Māori man, I want to you to see something." She pulled him into one of the bathrooms, locked the door, and got down on her knees. "The truth is, I want to see something." Opening his pants she pulled them down and his dick sprang loose.
It was a formidable weapon. Not as long as Koa, perhaps less than five inches, but like his legs and arms its girth was impressive, very impressive, scary. She was surprised and her pussy immediately got wetter. How was such a thing possible? Wrapping her hand around it she then wrapped her hand around her forearm and it settled closer to her elbow than her wrist. Stroking it gently she slipped back the foreskin to reveal a cockhead as girthy as the base of the rod. It will never fit!
"Like what you see, pākehā slut?"
"I'll tell you after I have one." She immediately went to work on it, licking and slurping, teasing and sucking. A cock this thick required caution not to graze it with her teeth but she was going to figure it out if was the last thing she did. She was going to suck this man dry. He groaned. Looking up into his eyes she knew she had him right where she wanted him, on the edge already. She began to bob and wank the base with her hand, spreading her saliva down the shaft. Her tongue focused on the sensitive spot under the crown. With her free hand she hefted his heavy sack and began to massage the secret spot underneath.
"Whanoke (fuck!), Ka whakakiia e ahau to waha (I'm going to flood your mouth). Horomia, he huaora (swallow it, it's got vitamins)." His orgasm rose quickly and he flooded her mouth with cum. Each spurt must have been twice the volume of any other man's ejaculation. And he pumped away eight times in a seemingly endless stream. Hermione backed off and closed her lips around the cock and swallowed as fast as she could as much as she could. "Wahine kairau (slutty bitch)." By the end her pussy was dripping and he staggered back to sit on the edge of the sink.
"Your first blow job from a pākehā slut big guy? How was it?"
"Pai ake I taku I tumanako ai."
"Meaning?"
"Better than I expected."
"Pull up your pants, Māori man. Let's blow this popsicle stand. Take me into your bed tonight and show me how a Māori man fucks a pākehā slut, your first pākehā slut."
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