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Subject: {ASSM} "Creampie Airman" (MF MFM exhib cuck rom) by Creampie Eater
Date: Wed, 22 Aug 2001 13:10:05 -0400
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Creampie Airman
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"I'm leaving," I announced.  "I am tired of your jealousies and 
demands.  I'm sick of it, you hear?"  I continued to stuff my things 
into my suitcase.

"And where would you go Bobbie?" Clem sneered.  "It's a long way from 
Ramstein to Dubuque."

Clem always held that over me.  I had moved to be with him almost a 
year ago, and when I was safely trapped in Germany he became more 
demanding.  He had completely changed our relationship, and tried 
continually to assert his dominance.  He thought me stuck.  He thought 
wrong.

"Jeff said I could stay with him," I spat at him.  I was furious, but 
my mood brightened considerably when I saw that his haughty attitude 
disappeared.

"Jeff?  My buddy from the depot?"  Clem seemed confused.  The balance 
had shifted and he was now struggling.  I continued packing my things.  
"C'mon baby," he said, cajoling me now that I was in the stronger 
position.

I stopped and looked at him.  "What?!" I asked.  "You gonna change 
your tune now that I am able to leave?"

He walked over and took my hands, "Baby, you know I love you..." he 
said.

I ripped my hands from his grasp.  "You say you love me," I countered, 
"but I don't know if I love you."  That blow struck him hard, and I 
smiled inwardly.  "You are not the man I fell in love with.  You've 
changed ever since I came here."

"Changed?" he queried, "How?"

"Well, for one thing," I began, "we used to go out and have fun.  You 
used to let me have fun by myself.  But now you are a sorry sack of 
shit who wants to stay home all the time.  That's all right for you, 
but you also make sure I don't go out.  Its like you want to own me."  
I began packing again.

He looked at me, a hurt little boy.  Asshole.  "You used to like me 
being possessive," he whined.  "You liked me jealous."

"I liked that you wanted me, desired me.  I never said I wanted you to 
keep me like a pet in a cage."  I glared at him.  "There is a big 
difference."

"So now you're gonna walk out, just like that?"  Clem asked.  "You're 
not even going to let me try to change?"

I stopped and just looked at him.  "I don't think you can change," I 
said truthfully.  "You are rigid as hell.  That's OK for Lieutenant, 
but it sucks in a boyfriend with too much testosterone."

He sat down, watching blankly as I finished packing.  I saw that he 
was near tears, and again I felt happy inside.  However, when he 
lowered his head into his hands and sniffled, I began to feel bad 
myself.  Maybe Clem deserved another chance.

"Clem," I said, crossing over to kneel next to his chair.  "I wish we 
could work it out, because I loved the old Clem.  But since your 
promotion and my moving over here, you haven't been the same."

He looked up at me, his eyes moist.  "Bobbie, what can I do to win you 
back?"

"You can stop ordering me around like I'm a fucking soldier," I said.  
"You can take me out some evenings.  We can start having fun again."

"I know I've been a prick," he said quietly.  "I can't help it.  I 
just love you so much and I fear losing you.  It was OK in Dubuque, 
but there are so many men around now, and all of them would be crazy 
to not want you.  You might even want some of them too," he said.  "I 
get so jealous, because I don't want to lose you."

"But you are pushing me away," I explained.  "The harder you hold on, 
the more I want to escape."  I felt smothered, locked up.  I couldn't 
do what I really loved, and that made our relationship unacceptable.  
I told him that, and more.

We talked until nearly morning, and finally feel asleep holding each 
other.  I woke up in the morning with Clem casually stroking my pussy.  
I was wet, I knew, and his fingers sliding my juices over my clit made 
it a very nice way to wake up.

When Clem went down and brought me to orgasm I was reminded about why 
I had liked him.  Recently, he had asserted his dominance by driving 
his cock in and out of me, instead of tonguing me like I enjoyed. 
Maybe the old Clem, the oral Clem concerned with my satisfaction, was 
re-emerging.

The next week was wonderful.  It was like watching a onion being 
peeled, as layer after layer of BS behaviors were removed and the old 
Clem was revealed.  It culminated with a date on Saturday night.

We went to the BOC for the Saturday night dance.  I wore an old dress 
that had been gathering dust since I moved to Germany.  It was cut to 
mid thigh and was sleeveless.  My bare legs were smooth and tanned 
(unlike many of the local women), and I wore my highest heels so I 
knew my legs were very nice.  I felt lots of eyes on me when we 
entered the club, and I whispered to him "doesn't it make you feel 
good that so many men are envious of you?"

"I guess," he replied noncommittally.  I could tell he was holding 
back some sort of upset, and I decided to make public outings so fun 
for him that he couldn't stand it.

I directed us to a booth, and sat next to him on the inside to let him 
feel protective.  A waiter came by to take a drink order.  I grabbed 
his hand as we waited for the drinks, then urged him towards my bare 
thigh.  He has always liked my firm legs, and soon he was rubbing his 
hand up and down.  I saw the waiter returning, and put my hand over 
his, seeming to just be caressing.  When the waiter arrived at our 
table, Clem started to pull his hand out.  I shifted and gripped his 
wrist, keeping his hand there.  Clem froze, like he was scared 
shitless.  He hemmed and hawed a thank you to the waiter, who was too 
busy to notice anything.

"Jesus!" Clem gasped when the waiter was out of hearing.  "What the 
hell were you doing Bobbie?" he asked.

"I was having fun," I pouted.  I knew he liked a little pout.  I have 
very nice full lips and my pout is pretty.  "Do I need to remind you 
to loosen up, again?" I asked sweetly, although he saw the look I gave 
him was not quite sweet.

"No, but just remember I work with these people, and some of them are 
my superiors," he said, blushing.  I released his hand, and after a 
minute he began rubbing my leg again.

We danced a little, slow dances mostly.  I pressed my body against 
him, as we danced, murmuring about how nice it was to feel so secure 
that we were a couple again.  During a "moonlight dance," where they 
pretty much turn off the lights, I kissed him passionately.  I wanted 
him to know that while I disliked his blatantly possessing me, I was 
his and he needn't fear that.

Around midnight, a very drunk Jeff came in with a date.  His date was 
pretty enough, but she was a local girl.  Frankly, I am much better 
looking than she was.  I wasn't surprised that he cut in while Clem 
and I danced, pushing his date into Clem's arms.  Jeff and Clem were 
buddies, so Clem let him get away with it.

I decided to let him get away with more.

His hands were everywhere, and I let him roam.  I didn't stop him when 
he kissed my neck, slurring phrases like "its too bad you stayed with 
Clem" and "I could have shown you a real good time."  I just giggled a 
little, even when his clumsy hands undid my bra strap through my 
dress.  Fact is, I like being slutty and the very obvious attention 
was turning me on.

Finally, I told him I had to go to the potty, and led him to the WC.  
I saw Clem watching us go, frowning and ignoring the pawing the German 
girl was giving him.  When Jeff and I got to the pay phone outside the 
loo, I stopped him and turned us so that he was in the cul-de-sac and 
I had an escape route.

I reached in my dress top, and removed my bra as Jeff watched 
spellbound.  It was like that old movie Flashdance.  He couldn't 
believe it.  I tossed him my lacy bra, and as he looked down, amazed, 
I turned away and bent over.  Quickly, I pulled off my panties, while 
I heard him gasp.  Walking to the stunned Jeff, I gave him a quick 
smack on the lips.  I stuffed my panties into his mouth, juicy side 
first, then gave his bulge a nice quick squeeze.

Turning, I walked quickly to Clem, grabbed his hand (to his great 
relief), and we exited the building.  Clem started to walk us to his 
car, but I pulled him into the shadows.  I started to kiss him hard, 
then took his hands and placed them on my butt.  I pulled up my skirt, 
and felt the sharp intake of breath as he realized he was touching 
skin!

I felt so damn slutty!  I pressed him against the building, and was 
never so pleased when he moved his hand to the front and fingered me.  
It took just a moment of his fingers on my clit before I came all over 
his hand.  I think he was in shock at how suddenly he had stinky 
fingers!

It was time to prove he was mine again.  I dropped to my knees, aware 
of the pebbles being pressed into them.  I didn't care!  I unzipped 
his pants, and gave Clem his first public blowjob.  He came nearly as 
quickly as I did, filling my mouth with hot squirt after hot squirt.  
I continued sucking him, covering his cock with his own sperm, then 
licking it off.  He kept muttering "Bobbie... Bobbie" over and over 
while I cleaned his pecker.

Soon, we were back at his quarters, fucking like bunnies while I 
remained clothed.  I felt so totally hot, riding him like a horse, 
bouncing up and down in my street clothes.  Before we came, I climbed 
off and we 69'd.  I sucked my pussy flavor off  his cock, while he 
tongued my open and flowing hole.  I then rode him again, pulling my 
dress over my head to his appreciative whistle.

"Oh God Bobbie," he panted.  "You are so sexy!"

"Hold still," I panted, settling him deep inside me.  "Pinch my 
nipples," I moaned, rubbing my clit while he did.  I felt so good, 
having his cock filling me, his hands on me, his eyes lit up with such 
desire.  I came, feeling my entire lower torso clenching.

"Cum Clem," I panted, the waves of pleasure overtaking me.  I didn't 
feel it, but I knew by his face that he was filling me with cum.

Afterwards, I laid on my side with a leg stretched over him, feeling 
my pussy leaking his seed.  I needed to be fucked again.  I was still 
not done.  I reached down, and wet my finger with our combined juices, 
then I ran it over his nipple until it began harden.  My full lips 
suckled him while I savored the flavor.  He groaned, telling me he 
loved me but that he wasn't sure he could get it up again so soon.

I was unwilling to let it go at that, and kept trying.  I scooped out 
three fingers of cream, and wiped it on his pecker.  Then I went down 
and cleaned him off again.

"Oh shit, Bobbie," he moaned, his dick growing ever so much.  "I can't 
believe your eating our fuckjuices..." he explained.

"I love them," I told him.  "They taste so gooooooddd!"  I took his 
entire flaccid dick in my mouth, nursing at him.

"It's so nasty," he panted.  There was an odd ring to his voice, like 
he loved the fact they were 'nasty'.  I felt myself wetten at a 
certain thought I had.

"They taste so good," I repeated, reaching down to gather some more.  
This went on his nipple again, and it tasted great when I nibbled and 
pulled at his little male bump.  It hardened between my lips.  The 
little slut liked it!

I kissed up again, stopping at his neck.  I coated my finger, and wet 
his Adam's apple with them, licking off the tangy flavor.  His five 
o'clock shadow felt bristly, delightfully masculine.  I felt so 
fucking feminine!  Especially as I realized how wet I felt.  I was 
leaking cum, but I was getting juicier by the minute!

It was time to try it.  I reached down and coated my index finger.  
Looking him in the eye, I traced around his lips with the creampie.  
He looked like he was both shocked and horribly aroused.  I kissed him 
wetly, knowing his was tasting the goo with the kiss.  I felt him moan 
from his deepest soul.  I knew I had stumbled onto a secret fantasy of 
his, and wondered how far it went.

I reached down again, finger fucking myself with two fingers, 
desperately searching for the slime.  Then I fed them to him, and he 
sucked them like a piglet on a sow.  He was hungry for it.  When his 
eyes opened, they were mad with lust.

"Do you like it Clem?" I asked.

"Yes," he croaked, tonguing the last morsel from my fingers.

"How much?" I asked, intensely curious.  Clem had surprised me tonite 
as much as I had surprised him.

"Feel," he panted, glancing down.  A quick look confirmed he had a 
raging hard on!

We fucked for forty-five minutes, each of us pointing out how sloppy I 
was inside.  I loved the thought of his cock being bathed in cum.  He 
loved it too, and he whispered a secret fantasy he had of being last 
at a gangbang.  It was a fantasy from his youth, when he had stumbled 
onto a porn film.  He had carried guilt since then, but also a desire 
that was finally being unleashed.  My cunt was sore from the 
unaccustomed hard fucking, but I loved it.

Finally, with a deep shriek, he came again inside me.  It was a primal 
orgasm, the kind you wait years for.  This time I fancied I could feel 
him splashing his load into me.  The thought made me hot as well.

I hadn't cum in thirty minutes, and needed to.  I turned to suck his 
cock, hoping that the flavor of the creampie, the nastiness, and the 
full mouth would make me cum.  Clem surprised the hell out of me, by 
pulling me into a 69.  "Let me eat it!" he groaned as he pulled my 
hips down and fastened his mouth over my oozing pussy.  I was so 
surprised that I just came and came.  His tongue, always an excellent 
tool, slobbered over me and removed the soreness from my sex, while 
probing for cum.

Good God!  I think I passed out with pleasure.  I was next conscious 
of Clem licking my entire dirty pussy clean of cum and my juices and 
the mixture.  It was like heaven after the screwing we did.  I decided 
I liked it quite a lot.

The next Friday night was essentially a repeat of the same thing, but 
it was at an off-base club.  One of Clem's lech friends came on to me, 
and I led him on.  This time though, I wore a stretch dress so when I 
took off my bra and panties you could see my breasts very clearly.  My 
nipples have very dark areolae, and they were obvious, especially with 
my nipples sticking out so far they hurt.  Clem though, was prepared 
this time and took me to the dance floor first.

It was a popular slow song, and he took advantage of the crowd to lift 
my dress and rub my bare ass in public.  I could feel my pussy juices 
running down my inside thighs, and thought the heads turning to look 
could see it.  I was pinched many times, and I felt a long female 
fingernail slide up between my cheeks to tickle my backdoor.  I about 
came on the dance floor!  Clem held me tight, and I could feel his 
arousal pressing against me.

I felt like such a tramp.  It was awesome!

I barely got my lips around Clem's head before he blew his wad into my 
mouth.  We were not even out of the parking lot!  As Clem came, he 
stopped the car (thank God!).  I lifted off him and pressed my tongue 
into his mouth.  I shoved his sperm back into his mouth, right there 
in the club's parking lot.  We sped home, me leaning against the door 
so I could show him my pussy as I masturbated.

This time, it was Clem who made the move to clean my flowing hole 
after a rousing fuck.  I cooed at him encouragingly, mostly because it 
felt so good.  I ran my hands over his bristly short hair, and worked 
myself up to a nice hard cum.  I think I pussy burped on his face!  At 
least there was plenty of goo to lick off when he came up smiling to 
kiss me.

Saturday night we went to a small porn theatre.  We were both feeling 
hot, and by agreement I left my undies in the car.  It was crowded, 
and an American sat next to me.  He became aware that I was fondling 
Clem, who was watching the movie with rapt attention.  I opened and 
closed my legs, working my skirt higher and higher until it was 
obvious I wasn't wearing underwear.  Clem continued to stare at the 
screen, pretending not to notice what was going on.

This seemed to imply the man had permission to touch me.  I started 
when I felt his hand sliding over my thigh.  I was so scared and 
aroused at the same time.  I unzipped Clem's fly even as I spread my 
thighs apart to give the guy access.  His fingers wasted no time in 
moving to my pussy, which was fine with me!

I looked at the guy, and he turned to look me in the eyes.  Wow.  He 
leaned over and pressed his lips to mine, flipping his finger over my 
hard clitoris.  I sat back, enjoying it, opening closing my thighs on 
this stranger's fingers.  It was so friggin' naughty!

When I looked at him again, I saw him glance at his own lap.  His cock 
was out!  Covered by a condom, but it was out!  Daringly, I reached 
over and gripped his member.  I was jacking off two guys in a porn 
theatre!

I felt a hand on my cheek, and Clem turned my face to his.  I drew 
near, and he mouthed "I love you Bobbie."  Wow!  I felt so fucking 
free!  I kissed him as I felt both men begin to pump my fists.

The stranger was really aroused.  He was leaking precum like crazy, 
and his condom was sliding up and down like a sloppy rubber pussy.  He 
grunted a couple times, quietly but loud enough for a couple guys in 
front of us to become aware something was going on.  You can imagine 
how hot I felt then, being fingered and jacking off Clem and this 
stranger while being watched by two other strangers.  One of them 
reached down and I knew he was whacking off too.

The stranger came first, pulling my mouth to his.  He gasped his 
orgasm into my mouth, his eyes wild as he spurted into the receptacle 
end.  Then he slumped down, his adrenaline giving out.

Me, I was never hornier.  Throwing caution to the wind, I moved over 
and sat on Clem's lap.  His cock slid home, and it was my turn to 
gasp.  Clem reached around and fingered me while I bounced up and 
down, seeking a nice hump.  One of the guys watching whispered "let me 
see your tits".  I reached down and pulled my dress up over my head, 
baring it all to anyone who cared to watch.  I'll say now that for 
many men, the movie was ignored.

Clem came before I did, but his gasping out my name over and over took 
me there.  He gasped it, and it became a chant for the other guys, who 
urged "cum Bobbie, cum for us".  Holy shit!  I just about fainted 
after cumming, but revived when one of the guys waved his cock and 
pleaded for relief.

He came fast, and after he did, I turned to snowball a shocked Clem.  
As I turned, I slipped on the cream that had dripped from my pussy 
onto the floor.  I went down, cracking a knee on the seat.  I about 
choked then on the cum in my mouth, but managed to force Clem to take 
it all.  He whimpered a little, but the slut loved it.

My knee really began to hurt.  I struggled to pull my dress back on 
and then limped out quickly with Clem.  Going home, we fucked like 
bunnies.  At Clem's request, we 69'd afterwards so I could smother him 
with my gooey pussy.

The next morning, I could barely walk.  The other damage we discovered 
was to Clem's pants.  When I lifted off, my pussy was overflowing with 
my juices and his.  We stained his slacks.  Oh well.  Nastier was the 
seat to his car, which would forever have a dark stain on it from 
oozing creampie.

We didn't go out much for the next month, because my knee hurt like 
hell.  Instead, we watched a lot of porn videos, taking turns 
describing them as the other gave oral sex.  It seemed that other than 
my knee injury, our new sex life was as good as it could get.  Wrong.

I started getting calls from Jeff, who wanted to know if I was a tease 
or what.  I was indignant, telling him Clem could vouch for me.  "So, 
if you aren't a tease, let me fuck you," Jeff said.

I told Clem about it, and Clem turned all shades of red.  It seems 
that he couldn't be content with just screwing me, but had bragged 
about our adventures to Jeff and others.  I was pissed!  I hated being 
the butt of gossip, and I determined that I would show Clem.

Jeff was my first outing.  Actually, he was an "ining", in that he 
came over an hour before Clem came home from work.  I met him at the 
door, totally nude.  His eyes popped, and my worries disappeared.  
Jeff was naked two minutes later, and a minute after that his condom-
sheated cock split my lips and pressed into my pussy.

Despite his bawdy talk, Jeff was a considerate lover.  He stopped 
midway to eat me, lathering up my pussy with his tongue.  It felt 
mighty good, and his oral took me pretty close to orgasm.  When he 
pushed back into me, I was on the verge of cumming.  He kept pushing 
in and out of my clenching pussy, bringing stars to my eyes.

I guess that felt mighty good to him too, because he began to cum and 
cum.  He laid on top of me, and kissed me tenderly as he softened.  
When he went to pull out, his shriveled dick pulled out of the condom.  
The damn rubber was still inside me, with just the opening hanging out 
and dripping cream.  "Leave it," I told Jeff, thinking of the nasty 
surprise I'd give Clem.  I cleaned his cum-covered pecker, and shooed 
him out the door.

Ten minutes later, Clem came home to find me laying nude on the bed.  
I was carefully massaging my clit, which was hard and throbbing with 
need.  Clem's jaw went slack as he saw my red, freshly fucked pussy 
with the condom hanging out.  I could tell he was trying to decide 
whether to be aroused or furious.

"Fuck it," he said, and he crawled onto the bed and began kissing 
around my pussy.  He was avoiding the obvious, I knew.

I pulled the steaming condom out, and told him to suck my juices off.  
He whimpered a little as he did, feeling the squishy bag of goo in his 
mouth.  With a smile, I upended it over my pussy, and poured the 
contents over my clit and through my lips.  Then I told him to "clean 
my pussy," and he did.

I was so aroused I could barely speak.  My boyfriend was cleaning 
another man's sperm from my pussy!  He was moaning like crazy... he was 
loving it!  I had a sperm-sucking boyfriend!  I came with a gasp, and 
while I did Clem pulled down his pants and pushed into me.  I was 
tender and getting fucked wasn't physically appealing, but Clem needed 
my pussy... needed to feel secure in me.  He needed to cum and that made 
it so worth while.

Especially since after dumping his load he slid down to lovingly bathe 
my pussy in saliva.  It was heaven!

Our relationship permanently changed after that.  Jeff would call and 
inquire if I were free at certain times.  I'd make Clem stay away for 
the agreed time, and then he'd come home to find a condom in me.  
Once, he found a condom in both my pussy and my ass.  Clem shot in his 
pants at that.

Once, Jeff called late at night, asking if I could come to his house 
for a little house call.  I discussed it with Clem, who was nervous 
for me and worried for me.  He was also excited, so he offered to 
drive me and wait in the car.  We left the house, me wearing nothing 
but a raincoat and heels.

Clem didn't know who I was seeing, and he was agitated to learn it was 
Jeff.  Jeff had been describing to Clem his exploits with a new tramp, 
and now Clem knew I was the tramp.  Clem was more surprised to see 
several vehicles in Jeff's driveway.  It was a party.  I think he was 
about to change his mind, and I offered to not go in.  To my great 
surprise, Clem decided I had better make sure Jeff was taken care of.

When I knocked on the door, Jeff waved at Clem.  Clem about shit his 
pants, I'm sure.  Then Jeff explained that it was Clem's superior 
officer's bachelor party, but that the 'dancer' hadn't shown.  Would I 
do it?

I did, even though I didn't have much to strip off.  My 'act' 
consisted of pulling off the robe and letting Clem's coworkers fondle 
me.  It got out of hand when Jeff pulled a condom out and offered 
Captain Wallace, Clem's boss, the use of my 'fuckhole'.

Captain Wallace was drunk as hell, so it took a while for him to cum.  
In the meantime, most of the guys took turns at my mouth.  At my 
urging, they sprayed me when they came.  My body, hair, and especially 
my face was covered with cum.  What a slut I was!

Finally, Captain Wallace came inside the condom.  I pulled it off and 
tied the end to preserve the contents.  Then I got on all fours to 
clean Captain Wallace's dick.  He was laying on his back, groaning.  
Jeff took the opportunity to put his sheathed dick inside me.

By the time I left, I had four trophy condoms and one sore pussy.  I 
matter-of-factly told Clem he was going to eat the leftovers, but that 
he had better put the idea of fucking right out of his mind.  No big 
deal.  Clem came hard when I poured the contents of three condoms over 
my pussy.  I came after I untied Captain Wallace's condom and told 
Clem to drink it.  The sight of Clem's erection did it for me.  He was 
eating his bosses' sperm, and loving it!  (Of course, he might not 
have loved it so much if he knew it was his bosses'.)

The next day we attended the wedding, and I about cracked up when 
Captain Wallace greeted us in the reception line, not able to place 
me.  Kissing him chastely on the cheek, I whispered "I had fun last 
night, lover" into his ear.  He blanched first, then got a sly grin on 
his face.  "Clem--Lieutenant--come to my office when I get back from 
my honeymoon, and we'll discuss how we can get you promoted."  I got 
wet when he winked at me!

A few hours later, everyone was ripped.  Clem was enjoying himself 
when I sat next to him and stealthily guided his hand to my crotch.  I 
smiled as he felt the sticky goo leaking from my box.  He lifted his 
fingers to his lips, tasting the creamy load leaking from me.

"Is that cream?" he whispered.  I nodded.  "You let a guy cum inside 
you?" he wanted to know.  I had decided it was about time.  "Can you 
get another one up there and then we can go home?"

Happily, Jeff was available to get sloppy seconds, adding his jism to 
the stranger I had let fuck me.  He described it as fucking pudding, I 
was so wet inside.  I smiled, knowing Clem would be pleased.

Clem in fact added a third big load to my canal, then lowered his face 
to my pussy.  It felt marvelous to drain and be eating at the same 
time.  I loved it like this.  I loved Clem more than anything for 
giving me this gift.

I came while sitting astride his face, letting gravity assist while I 
jacked him to his second orgasm.  I knew he ate a huge load of cream, 
and I knew he adored me for it.  I was so happy, so content with our 
life.  It couldn't get better.  Wrong.

It was not more than three minutes later that I got even happier.  
"Call me a romantic," Clem said, nuzzling into my neck, "but weddings 
always make me think."  My pulse stopped.  "This one made me think 
maybe we should get married.  What do you think Bobbie?"

**** THE END ****

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