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From: "Sylvia Douglas" <sylvia_douglas@hotmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Waiting (MF)
Date: Wed,  2 May 2001 19:10:02 -0400
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WAITING



   Lisa put her novel down and sighed.  She ran a hand through her long
blonde hair and glanced yet again at the clock on her apartment wall. 
Surely it must be later than 7PM?  More than an hour until Jake returned
from his trip.  Had it only been a week since he had left?  It seemed like
an eternity, but Lisa supposed that was only due to the incredibly stupid
bet she had made with him.



   They were on the phone, the night after he had left.  Jake's parents
lived in the rolling hills of far-off Virginia, so they had waited until
late when the phone rates were lower.

   "I miss you already," Lisa had said truthfully.  "Usually about now
we're getting into bed." Her thoughts drifted to the last time they had
made love.  Jake gave a mischievous little laugh.

   "Yes," he said.  "I bet I know what you are missing!"

   Lisa was a little incensed.  "Is that all you men think about?"

   "Oh, so you don't miss sex?" He chuckled again.  Lisa was getting
annoyed.

   "Sex is not that important," she said.  "It's you I miss.  Sex I can do
without."

   Jake immediately pounced.  He was always more daring and outspoken when
it came to sexual matters, always eager to try something new or different.
"Oh, really?  So I suppose you're not going to be 'taking care' of yourself
while I'm here?" Lisa was ready for this, however.  "If you mean
masturbation I'm sure you do it much more than me!" In reality she didn't
know how often and when he might do it, but she suspected someone with his
sexual appetite would get himself off more than her own three or four times
a week.

   "Well, I'm not the one who says they don't need it," he responded.  Lisa
frowned, glad Jake couldn't see her expression.  He had her trapped.  "Now
maybe you want to prove to me that you don't need to cum.  If you're right
I will apologize humbly."

   Lisa thought about this.  It sounded like another of her boyfriend's
erotic games.  Well, two could play at this.  But first she had to know the
rules.  "What do you want me to do?"

   "No, no," he replied.  "It's what I don't want you to do.  I want you to
go without a single orgasm until I get back in a week's time." She thought
she could almost see his mischievous smile.  Well, he was in for a little
surprise.

   "Hmm.  If I agree to those terms, and do it, I'm afraid a simple apology
is not going to be enough."

   Now it was Jake who sounded trapped.  "What do you mean?"

   "If I do it, you have to do something for me."

   "What's that?" He sounded a little cautious.  Good!

   "Whatever I ask!  You have to please me and go along with *anything* I
want.  You're mine for one day.  No work, no anything except me." She
giggled into the phone.  Take that!

   He seemed to think in silence for a few moments.  "Alright, I agree.  Is
it a deal?"

   Lisa hesitated for a moment.  "Let me get this straight.  All I have to
do is go a week without an orgasm and you become my slave for a whole day?"

   "Yes.  And of course if you fail you become my slave." He sounded
confident again.  Lisa loved Jake, but sometimes he could be too sure of
himself, almost arrogant.  The thought of him being her slave was
delicious. She shrugged off all hesitation.  "I agree.  You'd better
practice crawling on your knees and calling me mistress." She laughed.

   "I don't think I'll have to worry," he replied.  "Oh, and I hope you're
above lying."

   "I won't lie!" Lisa was indignant.  "It would be pathetic to do that. 
Besides, why would I need to?"

   "I have your word?"

   "Sure."

   The conversation moved on to other things, but before they hung up Jake
reminded her one more time.  Lisa grinned.  Seeing him fulfill her every
wish for a day would be so sweet!



   The next morning she awoke to an empty bed.  It was different, she and
Jake had not been apart much since they had met in University seven years
earlier.  They both had good jobs, she as an executive assistant at a
consulting firm, he as an intern with Johnson & Powell, downtown attorneys.
They usually took their vacation time together, but this year Jake's family
had announced an impromptu reunion on short notice.  Jake's father was
ailing, and Jake wanted to spend some time with him and the relatives. 
Lisa couldn't arrange to go, so here she was, alone with the sun streaming
through the window on Sunday morning.

   Usually Sunday morning was a relaxing time, when they could lie in bed,
cuddle, make love, and doze until noon.  Jake seemed to like sex in the
morning.  Lisa found herself imagining his arms around her and his mouth
gently kissing her lips and then moving slowly down her body...

   Whoa!  Lisa blinked and banished those thoughts as she realized she was
getting rather horny.  Her nipples had perked up and she had been
unconsciously grazing them with the tips of her fingers.  "Remember the
deal," She smiled to herself.  "There will be plenty of time next weekend
for fantasies.  Only I'll have the power to make them all come true!" She
slipped out of bed and went to shower and get breakfast.



   Her day was uneventful, boring.  She did some things around the
apartment, went to her favorite cafe for lunch, jogged through the park in
the afternoon, and spent the evening at her friend Jennifer's place.  She
called Jake at 10, after watching a few sitcoms and sorting some papers for
the office.  They talked for awhile about his relatives before he shifted
the conversation.

   "So how is it going?" he inquired in a tone which left no question as to
what he meant by "it".

   Lisa laughed.  "Soon you will be mine to do with as I please."

   "Don't count on it," He replied.  "Wait a few days."



   It was on Tuesday when she first began to have problems.  She was lying
in bed and couldn't get to sleep.  Jake had not called, she supposed he was
off getting drunk with his more rambunctious uncles and cousins.  Lisa had
been tense all day, and couldn't seem to relax.  She had no doubt what was
wrong: it had been three days now with not a single orgasm.  Usually she
either made love to Jake or pleased herself at least once in three days. 
Her body wasn't used to nothing at all.  Her breasts felt achy and even now
she could feel her hard nipples rubbing against her silk pajamas.  She was
lying on her back and was wishing Jake was here next to her, or preferably
on top of her!

   She moved her hands to her chest and impatiently flattened her nipples
as if to tell them to behave.  She had always liked her breasts, which were
large, firm yet very soft, and sensitive.  Jake seemed to like them too -
he would spend a great deal of time in bed giving them attention,
caressing, fondling and squeezing with his expert hands before lowering his
mouth to kiss, lick, suck, and sometimes even bite them gently.  As these
thoughts began to flow through her mind, her fingertips began to gently
imitate Jake's actions, pinching and rubbing her large nipples.  Lisa began
to get very turned on.  As she teased herself her breath came faster and
her legs began to drift apart.  Her clit began to tingle, demanding
attention.  Abruptly, she realized what was happening and pulled her hands
away.  What was she doing?  She scolded herself.  How could she let herself
slip this way, after only three days?

   She turned on her side and jammed her hand under her pillow.  Though she
was excited and frustrated she tried to put sexual thoughts out of her mind
and go to sleep.

   There was no way Jake was going to win this thing.



   After a fitful night's sleep Wednesday dawned gray and raining.  Lisa
slipped out of her PJs and went to the bathroom.  She waited naked while
the water warmed for her shower.  When it was steaming she stepped in and
sighed as the water cascaded over her body.  This was nice.  She soaped her
body with the luxurious bubbles, impatiently stopping herself when she
realized she was paying a bit more attention than was wise to her breasts
and pussy.  When she was covered in suds she glanced at the showerhead.  It
was a removable one with various settings, from hard needle spray to gentle
pulsation.  She had used it in the past to achieve wonderful orgasms, the
warm jets of water massaging her clit until she exploded with pleasure. 
She hesitated, then reached up and removed it.

   She turned the setting to pulse and began to rinse the soap off her
creamy skin.  She paused when the squirting jets reached her breasts, and
concentrated the flow there for a few moments.  God that felt nice!  Her
big pink areolas began to tighten and her nipples rose into hard little
bumps.  Lisa sighed and her eyelids slowly closed.  Her clit began to
tingle again, and she lowered the spray over her shapely stomach and down
to her eager pussy.  As the steamy water began to massage her labia and
clitoris lust surged through her.  She moaned in pleasure.  She wanted to
leave the spray there, it wouldn't take long...

   No!  She couldn't do this!

   Shaking, she replaced the showerhead and quickly washed her hair.  She
grabbed a towel and stepped out to dry off, her knees still weakened by
desire.  She was angry at herself for almost giving in to the temptation.
From now on the showerhead would stay in its holder.



   Wednesday night Denise and Susan, two friends from work, came over to
Lisa's apartment and they spent the evening working on paperwork and
chatting.  Lisa was grateful that she had something to occupy herself with
and take her mind off her body's desires.  Another benefit was that by the
time the two of them left, she was so exhausted that getting to sleep was
no problem.  She switched the phone to voice-mail before going to bed, she
didn't much feel like talking to Jake anyway.

   As soon as her head hit the pillow Lisa knew she would sleep well this
night.  Tomorrow was Thursday, and that meant only two days stood between
her and Saturday night, when Jake would return and become her slave.  "This
isn't so bad after all," she said to herself.



   Thursday morning she awoke and took a very brief shower, then walked
naked to the full length mirror in the bedroom.  She gazed at herself and
tried to tell if she was really gorgeous, as Jake often said.  She was five
feet, six inches tall, with long blonde hair and deep emerald eyes.  Her
tiny nose was set above a pair of very full, pouty lips and small chin. 
She thought she was pretty, but wondered if men really found her beautiful.
She looked down a bit at her large breasts with their pink nipples.  Now
there was something she was sure men liked!  She giggled and turned to the
side.  Her waist was slim and her stomach toned from her many visits to the
building health club at work.  She had long, shapely legs and small, rather
arched feet.  Between her legs lay a small triangle of blonde hair, hiding
her sex.

   Lisa had no idea why she was paying this much attention to herself, but
she turned her back on the mirror to get a view of her ass, which was small
and tight.  She went high up on tiptoe and watched the muscles contract.

   Suddenly she glanced at the clock.  8:15!  She was going to have to
hurry.  She turned away from the mirror and went to do her makeup,
surprised to see her nipples were hard again.  She sighed.  Her body was
giving her hints.  She still felt very tense and uneasy, even worse than
the day before.  It had now been five days without an orgasm, longer than
any time since she was fifteen.  Jake always joked that blondes had a high
sex drive, and Lisa now began to wonder if he was right.  She noticed her
hands shaking slightly as she applied powder and blush.  How unusual.  Her
clit was buzzing annoyingly, it almost felt like an itch.  She ignored it
and went to get dressed.

   She picked a very sexy lace bra and panties set, one that she usually
wore only on special occasions.  She loved the feel of lace, so delicate
and sensual.  She let her hand roam over her breast, feeling the cool
material rub against her still-hard nipple.  Enough of that!  She decided
to wear thigh-high stockings and a pretty white blouse.  To complete the
ensemble she chose a black skirt.  After slipping it on she frowned - it
was a bit too short for the office.  She glanced at the clock again and
shrugged.  No one would care, she supposed, and it was late.

   Lisa eyed a pair of fashionable sandals, but at the last moment slipped
her feet into a pair of black high-heeled pumps instead.  She walked back
to the mirror and examined her appearance.  She hoped she looked ok- there
really was no time to make changes.  Collecting her purse and business
attach**e9** she glanced around and left for work.



   That day at work was difficult.  First of all she couldn't concentrate
as well as usual.  She found herself asking her boss to repeat things as
her mind wandered into various fantasies.  She imagined humiliating Jake
that weekend, how she would get back at him for this torture.  But
gradually her thoughts shifted to making love to him, and finally to just
having an orgasm any way possible.  She thought of sneaking to the ladies'
room and locking herself in one of the stalls.  Then slipping her hand
inside her panties and rubbing and touching the right spots until she
finally got some relief.  She could put one leg up on the paper dispenser
for better access to her pussy.  It would have to be done quietly, but Lisa
had experience doing this at her dorm during university.  She could usually
keep her orgasmic noises to a low moan or two.  She also imagined going to
the health club at lunchtime, working out and then slipping into the shower
room and pulling the curtain.  Then she could make up for the very quick
dunk she had taken that morning with a long hot shower and some much-needed
self-pleasure.

   In reality, she did neither.  She avoided the club at lunch, and when in
the ladies room she was on guard against any unnecessary caresses and
touches.  She managed to get most of her work done despite her achy nipples
and tense, unfulfilled body.

   She also noticed she was flirting with the men in the office, and caught
herself walking with an exaggerated swaying of the hips several times.  The
guys seemed to notice her outfit as well, she saw them staring throughout
the day.  She was angry at her lapse of judgement that morning.  Was it a
case of her body sending her more urgent requests for sex?



   That night Jake called early.  It was 7 O'clock and Lisa was still
finishing up loose ends from the day's business, glad for the opportunity
to take her mind off other things.

   "How's everything?" he asked immediately.  "Do you have anything to tell
me?"

   Lisa's anger flared.  "No!  I'm doing fine."

   "Oh really?" He sounded as if he was doubting her.  "No problems at all
with that hot, sexy body of yours?" He laughed.

   "No," she lied.  "You shouldn't have made the bet.  I'm going to make
you regret it!"

   "We'll see, honey.  You still have until Saturday night to slip up and
cum."

   Lisa changed the subject by asking about Jake's relatives and how he was
enjoying the get-together.  In reality she had no real desire to talk to
him.  She was frustrated and irritable, and angry with him for tricking her
into agreeing to this stupid bargain.

   When she hung up the phone she decided she needed to relax.  She went to
the bathroom and began to fill the tub.  She undressed and added some of
the rich, aromatic bubblebath Jake had given her for her last birthday. 
When the tub was filled she tested it with pointed toes and then sunk into
the hot steamy water.  Yes!  This is what she needed.  Lisa felt tension
flow out of her muscles as the warmth penetrated her.  She gently soaped
herself up and lay back.

   After a few minutes she began to feel very sexy.  Usually she would have
two or three orgasms in the bath, and it was only natural for her body to
expect it now, but she had to refuse it.  She sighed softly in frustration.
She was a sexy blonde with a great body, in a tub full of luxurious
bubbles, yet she couldn't touch herself.

   Wait a minute, Lisa thought suddenly, I can touch, as long as I don't
cum!

   She paused.  Should she do it?  This was dangerous...

   After a few moments' thought, Lisa decided that she could definitely
handle it.  She placed her hands on her large breasts, slippery with soap,
and began to squeeze and fondle them.  Any man would kill for a chance to
be able to do this, she thought.  Her nipples were very hard now.  She
raised one leg out of the water and admired it, pointing her toes again. 
She placed her heel on the rim of the bathtub.  Her pussy was now demanding
attention.  She hesitated, biting her lip in momentary restraint.  Slowly,
one hand slid off her breast, fingertips coming to rest cautiously very
near her tingling clitoris.

   This was very dangerous, she decided, but she thought if she just
touched a bit and then stopped it would be okay.  Her fingers found her
love-button and she stroked it gently for the first time in five days.  She
was shocked at her response.  She was getting close to orgasm already.  Her
back arched as she continued to rub in rhythmic circles around her clit and
inner lips.  Gasping with pleasure, she felt weak and incredibly aroused.
Her eyes were drifting closed but she forced them open.  Slowly she stopped
her hand.  If she went much further she would be past the point of no
return.  She needed to switch to something else to avoid an orgasm. 
Reluctantly, she moved her fingers off her clit and down to her vaginal
opening.  She slid one and then two fingers into her wet, slippery hole. 
She moaned softly.  It felt just enough like sex to be teasing, without
being satisfying.  She opened her legs farther by hanging her foot over the
side of the tub.  Water and suds dripped onto the floor from her toes, but
she didn't care.

   With one hand she pinched and pulled at her nipple while her other hand
worked into her pussy, in and out.  Her sex-deprived body was incredibly
horny.  Slowly, almost against her will her hand slid once more to her
clit, Lisa feeling helpless to stop it.  Oh my God, I need it so much, she
thought.

   Just then the phone rang.  The loud beeping shocked her lust-clouded
mind back into focus.  Fuck, she had almost blown it!!  She used the
phone's insistent ringing as a convenient excuse to climb weakly out of the
bath and out of danger.  She grabbed a towel and made it to the phone to
find it was Denise, calling to clarify a few things for her boss's
presentation the next morning.  By the time they had finished their
conversation Lisa was back in control.  She was angry with herself for
allowing the bath to get out of hand.  She donned a satin teddy and decided
to retire early.

   Getting to sleep was a problem with her irritated clit, but she managed
to keep her hands away and eventually she drifted off.  She dreamed of
making love to Jake and awoke just as horny the next morning.



   It was Friday, and the horrible ordeal was almost over.  Only a day and
a half left.  Lisa was on a sort of cruise control as she dressed and drove
to work.  She went through the motions all day, unable to really focus her
mind on any of the multitude of tasks she was assigned.  Mr.  Renford, her
boss, even asked her if she was feeling ok because she looked "peaked". 
She laughed and assured him nothing was wrong.

   Nothing that a good four or five orgasms couldn't fix, anyway!  She had
never imagined that going a week without one would be this difficult.  Her
sexy body was practically begging her to break her promise to Jake and give
it what it wanted.

   After work Lisa went home.  She changed from her work clothes to a
sweater and jeans and sunk into the sofa.  She checked her voice mail and
found Jake had left a message: he wasn't going to be able to call that
night, but he would be arriving back in the city at seven PM Saturday. 
There was no need for her to meet him, he already had arranged a ride to
their apartment from the airport.  He loved her and looked forward to
learning the outcome of their little game.  He wished her luck.

   That jerk!  He had no idea what it was like for her!  She fidgeted with
the remote and attempted to lose herself in the TV screen.  Her clit was
tingling again and she could feel the wetness of her panties.  Her thoughts
were full of naughty images and ideas.  She tried to push them out, telling
herself she was being silly.  She was a grown woman, not a hormone-filled
teenage girl.  She should be able to deny herself without this much
trouble. What was wrong with her?  People didn't need sex like they did
food and water.  She wasn't going to die if she didn't cum in a week. 
Hell, two weeks should be no problem.

   Lisa laughed.  Yeah, right.  The idea of waiting another week was
totally ridiculous.  There was no way she could hold out one day past
Saturday.  But she didn't have to, did she?  As soon as Jake got home he
would screw her brains out.  He'd better, anyway, if he knew what was good
for him!  Plus, she would get the added pleasure of making him her slave on
Sunday, and she already had plans for that day.

   She spread her legs apart and undid her jeans.  She slipped a hand into
her panties and felt the moisture gathering there.  She should change them,
but a fresh pair would get just as wet in moments.  As she examined herself
her fingertips brushed her clit and she caught her breath.  It was so
sensitive!  Little electric tingles seemed to radiate outward from it.  Her
fingers rested against it and pressed gently.  Slowly she began to rub.  It
felt fantastic, and she moaned.  An orgasm began to build, deep inside
her...

   Quickly, Lisa pulled her hand out of there and buttoned her pants.  She
knew she couldn't jeopardize her plans by giving in, but she had never
denied herself for anywhere near this long.  She crossed her legs to
decrease temptation and tried to lose herself in a movie.  The love scenes
made her breasts ache to be touched.  Maybe Jake hed been right - was this
impossible for her?

   It was Friday and only 9 o'clock, but Lisa decided to go to sleep.  She
knew Susan or Denise might want to go dancing or to a comedy club, but she
just didn't feel up to it and didn't call them.

   The only thing she wanted was for Saturday night to arrive, as quickly
as possible.



   She awoke with a start from a fantastic erotic dream.  Jake had been
there with her, under the covers and slowly eating her pussy.  She had
writhed in pleasure, moaning and twisting as his expert tongue licked and
teased.  Just as she was sure she would climax her eyes shot open and she
was alone in the dark, sweaty and hot and frustrated.  The red digits on
her alarm radio informed her it was 3:37 AM.

   Her nipples were rock-hard, so she rubbed them a bit and sighed.  The
night wasn't over yet.  Still four hours until dawn, and she didn't much
feel like sleeping.  Lisa knew it was dangerous to tease herself in the
condition she was in, but she couldn't resist.  She gently cupped her
breasts and rubbed her palms against her nipples.  The lace camisole she
wore brushed her areolas, causing them to tighten even further.  Under the
sheets, her legs moved apart.  A wet spot was growing on her sexy white
panties.

   Lisa paused.  She didn't want to accidentally climax, so she decided she
would only play with her breasts, and keep her hands far away from her
moist pussy.  She pinched her nipples, twisting gently and then flicking
them with her fingertips.  She moaned softly.  This was too much...she was
so hot, damn it her body needed to cum!  Her hand slowly crept downward. 
She stopped at her stomach for a moment, but her nipples were sending
electric pulses of desire to her clit.  Her hand continued its journey. 
Her legs were now far apart and her toes touched the bed as her hand
arrived at her soaked pussy.  She bit her lip in resistance, mustering her
self-control.  Her fingertips ran through her blonde pubic hair and reached
her swollen clit.  She had to stop this.

   She pulled her hand away and moved the left one off her breast.  She
clenched her fists and tried to think of something, anything but her
desire. It was no use, within moments her fingers were resting against her
soft breasts again, kneading and squeezing the sensitive orbs of soft
female flesh.  She knew if she stayed in the bed she would cum. 
Desperately, she swung her legs off and put her small feet on the floor. 
She rose unsteadily and went to the kitchen.  She was so tense, so aroused.
She started coffee and sat at the table.  This was absolutely the hardest
thing she had ever done.

   Lisa was angry, full of tension, and completely horny.  But now that she
was out of bed she found she could control herself at least a little while
longer.  She tossed her blonde hair and spat a curse at Jake.  Wait until I
get him!!



   Saturday morning!  Lisa felt tired after the few short hours of sleep
she had managed during the night, but that was ok.  If she was tired maybe
she wouldn't be so tempted to reach down there between her legs, slide her
hand under the lacy band of her panties, part her pink, wet lips and...

   "Stop it!" she snapped at herself.  Why did every thought seem to turn
to her sex-starved body?

   Methodically, she showered and dressed.  She wore a black mini, black
silk bra and panties, and her sexiest black slingback heels.  She wanted to
look really good when Jake came home.

   The day passed uneventfully.  Lisa managed to keep her hands off herself
and her mind off sex.  She ordered Chinese food, watched television, and
called a few friends.  By late afternoon she was so tense, however, that
she paced the floor of the apartment, waiting for her soon-to-be-enslaved
boyfriend to walk through the door.



   And now it was 7PM, her wait almost over.  She had been trying to read a
junky sci-fi novel, but she gave up and tossed it on the coffee table.  Why
wasn't he here yet?  She was going crazy.  A week without an orgasm!  Her
body had not been designed for that.  She was incredibly horny.

   Lisa squirmed in the soft chair, trying in vain to get comfortable.  Her
panties were drenched and her face was flushed.  Her breasts felt heavy and
sore, and her pussy was hotter than she could ever remember it being.  Her
hands wanted to drift down there, but she held back.  Soon this would be
over!

   Minutes passed.  The urge to at least tease herself became irresistible.
Lisa placed one leg over the arm of her chair, shoe dangling from her foot.
She hiked up her skirt and pressed her hand against her panties directly
over her pussy.  She needed to wait to win the contest, but she felt like
she would explode if she didn't orgasm soon.  Seven o'clock seemed like an
eternity ago, where was Jake?  Her fingers slipped, almost uncontrollably,
under her panties and to her hot cleft.  It had been so long, so very long.
She rubbed her thumb against her clit, sliding one finger down and inside
her wet vagina at the same time.  I'm only teasing...just teasing, she
thought desperately.  Her body tensed as she entered, and she let out a
long sigh which turned into a moan of pure pleasure.  She was shaking now,
there was no way her sexy blonde pussy could wait much longer.  Her hand
was soaked from the juices flowing down there after the weeklong cum-fast.
Her remaining willpower began to evaporate as she fingered her G-spot,
feminine weakness running through her body like wildfire.  But Jake!  The
bet!  Despite her frantic efforts to resist, she began to stroke her clit,
feeling desire begin to overcome all her defenses...

   A car pulled up at the house.

   Lisa pulled her dress down quickly.  He was here, thank fuck!  She had
to hurry.

   Rising on very unsteady legs, Lisa made it to the bedroom.  She had
purchased a little surprise Friday, one which she now retrieved.  She was
very weak in the knees, but managed to stagger back to the living room just
as keys jangled in the door lock.  She hoped she looked okay, with her
rock-hard nipples poking through her blouse, flushed face and hair that had
been completely messed in the throes of passion.

   The door opened and Jake walked in, a look of smug satisfaction on his
handsome face.  Although Lisa's body wanted to collapse, she forced herself
to remain standing and smile.  She held up her little surprise.

   Jake's expression changed from self-assured grin to bewilderment and
finally shock as he recognized both Lisa's unfulfilled state and the object
she held in her hand.

   "Welcome back, honey," Lisa said happily, still holding the studded
collar and leash.

   "I've been waiting for you!"



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