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The following is a Halloween story that I began a year ago. I've done some 
additional editing to Part 1 and added Part 2. It's intended for an adult 
audience. If you're not supposed to be reading this, then don't!

Some scenes may be too violent for sensitive readers!



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Howl at the Moon 1/2
By Desdmona

Copyright October 2002


I met Moira at an outdoor outfitter's co-op in downtown
Fayetteville. I was there to buy a birthday present for my
older brother, the real hiker in the family. It was my first
time in the place. Moira, on the other hand, appeared to be
a regular. She had on khaki shorts, a form-hugging T-shirt,
a down vest, and hiking boots. Her legs were so well defined
they would put any muscle-head at the gym to shame. She had
waist-length hair that tapped teasingly against her ass as
she browsed the cooking equipment aisle.

She caught me staring, but instead of giving me that
disgusted look women use when you appear too eager, she
smiled. The muscles in her face were also honed, causing
sharp angles at her cheekbones and jaw line. I don't
normally go for the buffed-up aerobic type. Call it my male
ego - I just prefer my women softer than I am. But something
about her really turned my crank. Her tits struggled under
her vest as she walked towards me.

She certainly wasn't shy. "Hi, I'm Moira." She looked up at
me with gray-green eyes and stuck her hand out for me to
shake.

At first, I stood frozen like a man facing a rottweiler. I'm
not usually uncomfortable with women, but I'd never been
approached so directly before. She smiled a little, and I
felt my face redden.

"I-I'm sorry," I stammered. I took her hand. "I'm Mike."

I inhaled, trying to calm my nerves, and got a deep whiff of
her earthy, musky scent. My mouth filled with saliva and I
had to swallow. My cock twitched in my pants. Her scent
affected me even more as we got closer. It should be bottled
as an aphrodisiac, if any perfumer could duplicate it.

"I'm just in town to stock up on supplies before heading
back up into the Appalachians," she said.

I could have told her this was a virginal trip to the store
for me, but I decided against it. "Are you doing some
camping up there?" I asked instead.

"Yeah, I have a campsite set up." She licked her lips
seductively and cocked her head sideways to look at me
beneath her thick, dark lashes. "It's not far away. Why
don't you join me for the night?"

Now I'm an average guy. I went to college, lived in a
fraternity, graduated with a degree in finance. I work like
any Joe Schmoe to try and get to the top. I get my share of
dates; in fact, I'm hardly ever without one. Women seem to
dig my stability or my availability - I'm not sure which.
But I'd never met a chick who was so brazen or nabbed my
attention like this one did. I couldn't believe I'd heard
her right.

"You and me? In the woods?"

"That's right."

"You're camping by yourself?"

"I'm a bit of a loner."

"Just like that? Aren't you worried about inviting someone
you don't know?"

"I don't have time for male-female, `get-to-know-you' games.
Besides, I have good instincts"

"Why me?" I had to ask.

"I need some company, and you looked interested. So I
asked." She stared unblinking like she was seeing down to
the bone. Even though I already had her invitation, it still
felt like she was sizing me up.

She was a strong woman, and I wanted to show her I wasn't
some ninety-eight-pound weakling. I tried to meet her
confidence toe-to-toe and gave her another leering look,
purposefully staring at her chest. Strands of her long hair
had fallen forward and were cascading over her nice-sized
tits like liquid charcoal. It was the shiniest black hair I
had ever seen. My pulsating dick pushed out any thought
except getting naked and bumping bellies with all that
magnificent hair pouring over me.

"Yeah, I think I'd like to spend the night with you." I did
my best to sound cocky. Luckily, this was Saturday and I
didn't have to be at work until Monday. "I'm going to have
to grab a few things though."

"No problem. We can meet at the BP station at the edge of
town. I'll see you in a couple of hours." She turned to
leave and then whipped back around, "It can get pretty cool
at night up there. Think of something to keep us warm." And
with that she scraped her fingernails down my arm, leaving a
trail of light scratch marks. She looked down at my
erection, straining in my pants. She bit her lip, smiled,
and turned for the door. I watched her leave. Oddly, she
hadn't made a single purchase. I glanced down at the red
streaks on my arm. They made me think of carnal
hieroglyphics. I wanted to growl.

I grabbed a book for my brother about twenty hiking spots to
take your kids in the New River Gorge and hurried home.

I couldn't believe I'd agreed to go camping. My family would
think I was joking. I was probably the only home grown boy
in the state of West Virginia that wasn't the camping type.
It wasn't like I hadn't camped at all. I'd been a Boy Scout,
and I had hiked a couple of times with my brother before he
got married and started having babies. But that had been ten
years ago.

I rushed home and was ready to go in thirty minutes. I paced
the floor in anticipation. I wasn't this excited as a kid on
Christmas morning. My erection had settled, but I was wired.
I didn't question what I was doing. All I could think about
was Moira's muscled thighs clenched around my hips as we
rode a hard fuck.

I glanced at my watch. Minutes had slugged by. I hung around
for an hour, and then decided to go and wait it out at the
gas station.

Moira was already there, standing by a ten-year-old Land
Cruiser with muddy tires. Her hair glistened like mirrored
sequins in the late afternoon sun. She saw me in my Honda
Civic and waved. I pulled in beside her and hopped out of my
car.

"Do you want to drive?" I asked.

"It might be better if you have your own car, just in case
things don't work out," she said bluntly.

I nodded. "Uh, there's something you should know before we
go." I thought it was only fair to be upfront with her about
my camping skills. "I'm not much of a camper."

She smiled. "I know."

"You do?"

"You're wearing loafers."

She spun on the heels of her boots and headed to her car,
calling over her shoulder for me to follow. The seesaw sway
of her hips hypnotized me. I stood glued to the spot, She
climbed into her truck, and I watched the muscles in her
calves bunch. Her door closed, breaking the spell, and I
hustled to my car.

The drive up the gorge was a familiar one, but it never
ceased to amaze me, especially in the fall. The leaves were
bright orange mixed with yellow and blood red. Since joining
the corporate world, this was one of the things I missed - I
didn't get to ride up the gorge as often as I liked anymore.

The drive was beautiful, but I still had a few niggling
doubts. Could this be some kind of con game? What if we got
all the way out here and she didn't want to fuck? I supposed
I could back out any time, turn around and drive home and
forget I'd ever met her. Or I could ride it out and have a
fantastic experience to remember for a lifetime. She drove
ahead of me with her window down, and the wind blew her hair
back like silky fingers motioning me to follow.

I decided to ride it out. After all, I had instincts too.
Granted they may have been clouded with lust, but an inner
voice nudged me to give it a chance.

We pulled into a parking area at the trailhead and began to
unload. I had my old backpack with a change of clothes, my
hiking boots, and some beer. Moira had a couple bags of
groceries. I hadn't even thought about food. Like I said, I
wasn't much of an outdoorsman. She smiled when she saw me
lacing up my old boots.

"Nice boots. I guess you're not a complete idiot," she said.

"Would you have still wanted me to come if I was?"

She laughed out loud. She had a deep husky laugh, the kind
of laugh that promised sex. Damn! This chick was a
firebrand. If this turned out to be strictly a `camping'
trip, I didn't know how I was going to keep from jumping her
bones

Moira packed her groceries into her over-sized backpack.
"Everything else is already up at my campsite." She looked
at me from head to toe and said, "It looks like you're in
pretty decent shape. It should only take us an hour to get
there."

I tried to keep from groaning. A trek uphill didn't thrill
me, but an hour delay was unbearable. But once we got going,
something changed. I began to enjoy it. Yeah, it had a lot
to do with Moira leading and having her ass as my focal
point as we climbed, but it was more than that. It was
exhilarating to feel the cool breeze blowing against my face
and hear it rustle through the trees around us. The higher
we climbed, the harder I breathed, and the warmer I became.
But even that felt good. I had this weird cathartic notion
that life was pumping through me, and I was connecting with
nature.

I felt so euphoric that I didn't notice when we entered a
clearing until Moira spoke.

"You can lean your backpack against one of those trees."

A small two-man tent was pitched about ten feet away from a
fire pit. The pit had logs, ready to be burned, criss-
crossed over it. There was a beat-up lounge chair with a
sleeping bag laid over it sitting close to the fire pit. A
clothesline dangled between two trees with a white T-shirt
and three pairs of panties hanging on it. The panties were
also white and cotton. Practical.

I ditched the backpack. Moira stowed the food in nylon bags
and hung them from a tree branch.

"Can I help?" I asked.

"I'm done." She said as she unzipped her vest. "Pretty warm
for this time of year, huh?"

She took off her vest and laid it across her backpack. She
wore a white T-shirt underneath, which was damp and wrinkled
from her sweat. She peeled the shirt off over her head, and
she was bare from the waist up. I got a solid look at two
orange-sized knockers tipped with dark, puffy areola. She
walked over to the clothesline, her tits bobbing like buoys,
and plucked the clean shirt off the line. So Moira was the
braless type. I tried not to stand with my jaw hanging open.

She pulled the shirt down over her breasts, the points of
her nipples beading up against the cotton. Perspiration
dripped down my back. "Yeah, it's pretty warm."

"Do you need a rest after the hike up, or are you hungry or
something?" Moira acted as if flashing me had been a natural
thing to do, but unabashed titty shows weren't common for
me.

"No, I feel great. Is there anything I can do to help?" I
asked. "Get a fire going or something?"

"Got a match?" she smirked.

"Uh, no. Does this mean I'm going to have to rub two sticks
together?"

"You're in luck. I have matches." She dug around into her
pocket and threw a box of matches my way. A pile of kindling
was already near the pit, and I was able to start a fire
easily.

"How long have you been camping here?" I asked, admiring my
handiwork. I found a stick and poked at the growing flames.

"Just a week. I'll be moving upward after you leave."

"Where do you live when you're not camping?"

"Oh here and there. Mostly I like to stay outdoors. It suits
me better."

"By yourself? How do you survive?"

"I get by." She paused and fiddled with the sleeping bag.
"Occasionally, I get lonely."

"Like now?"

"Yeah, like now."

The wind shifted and Moira's scent wafted over to me. It was
her same intoxicating smell I remembered from the store,
only a little stronger and mixed with sweat and smoke. My
mouth watered. I hoped Moira was as willing to fuck as I
was. There were a few minutes of silence as we both stared
into the fire. I watched as the flames flicked at the larger
logs. I saw a curious image in my mind, where I was in the
fire and the flames were licking me. I felt perspiration on
my forehead. And incredible heat in my gut.

When I turned to look at Moira again, she was spread out
nude on the open sleeping bag. She stared at me, her fingers
playing absently with her dark pubic hair. How could I have
not seen or heard her undress? Had I dozed off? But I didn't
care enough to wonder long. Moira was nude. She was
gorgeous. And she was waiting.

With the sun setting behind her and the fire burning in
front of her, she was cast in an orangish glow. She
stretched like a feline and her muscles rippled in a wave.
I'd admired her tits earlier, but I still enjoyed a
lingering look. I let my eyes trail down to the vee of her
legs. Her bush was the same coal color as her hair and just
as shiny.

She opened her legs as I approached. Her mound was
completely covered in thick hair, but as she lifted her legs
up and out, I saw through to her inner cunt. It was the
deepest crimson I had ever seen, and the smell - damn! I
felt dizzy with it. With every breath, I inhaled more of her
aroma. I jerked my clothes off and dropped to my knees
between her widened legs. Moira closed her eyes as she
scraped her fingernails over her body. She scratched hard,
leaving long, welted marks on her skin. She scratched down
over her stomach and up the insides of her thighs. They
looked like arrows, all pointing the way towards her pussy.

My throat was tight and my mouth watered. I was dying to get
a taste of her snatch. And she held herself open. Small
opalescent beads of moisture dotted her inner lips in a
connect-the-dots line that led to her inner core. I bent
closer. She radiated heat like a loaf of bread fresh from
the oven, and I got my first taste.

It was hot and heady. I pressed my face up into her soft
flesh and lapped her up. I was wild for it. I licked along
her cunny lips like a starved man. Usually, I do a soft
little A-B-C number on a woman's pussy, to tease her. But I
was too greedy. Her hole puddled with juice, and I wormed my
tongue in. I couldn't get enough.

Moira closed her legs tightly around my head and trapped me.
I grabbed her hips and shoved my tongue in deeper, madly
trying to get at her insides. I no longer cared if I was
pleasing her, although with her hips raising and her thighs
squeezing, I supposed I was. I had a bigger need - I was
ravenous for the taste of her.

Her thighs clenched tightly over my ears, but I could still
hear her howl as her climax approached. Her cunt tightened
on my tongue and nearly jerked it out of my mouth. I'd never
heard of a woman with such strong vaginal muscles! When she
started to spasm, there was a gush of liquid. I swallowed
and gulped and felt all her sweet juice blaze a path down
the back of my throat.

Her legs relaxed their grip on my head, but I kept licking.
With each swallow, I could feel my cock getting tighter and
tighter, as if her juice was filling it up. I was so stiff
it was uncomfortable, like a balloon about to pop. But I
still licked until I'd gotten every drop. Only then did I
move to fuck her.

She was tight. I pushed hard to get my cock up inside her.
When I did, Moira went nuts. She wrapped her legs around my
hips and began pounding her feet against my ass. She pulled
me close and raked her nails down my back. Her howling was
ear piercing. Her head thrashed from side to side. I tried
to move, but she was the one doing the fucking. Her hips
slammed up into me over and over.

She was clamped around my cock like a vise or a cock ring. I
was ready to come but couldn't because she was so tight. She
pulled me closer; digging her nails deeper into my back, and
then began biting my chest. The first couple of bites were
tiny, and instead of hurting, they invigorated me. I
pummeled into her. A couple of strokes later, her teeth
clamped down below my left nipple and punctured my skin.

And then I exploded. Hot spurts of jism cannoned out of me.
I nearly collapsed on top of her when the waves died down,
but some how I managed to fall to the side.

"Damn, woman! You're an animal," I puffed out, trying to
catch my breath.

"I've been told that before," she whispered.

"Must be all this outdoor living."

I looked over at Moira; she wasn't winded in the least.
There was no sheen of sweat covering her. The scratch marks
she'd left on herself were all gone. If I hadn't been a
party to the fuck, by the looks of her, I could have
believed it never happened.

She hopped up and walked over to a bucket sitting by a tree.
The light of day was nearly gone, but I had enough firelight
to see the glistening between her thighs as she bent over.
She showed no sign of modesty as she rinsed herself off. I
sat motionless watching the erotic show of her hand, cupping
water and patting it against her hairy crotch. When she
finished, she walked back to me and stood towering above me.

"Are you hungry now?" she asked.

How could she think of food at a time like this? I tried to
look up at her, but I couldn't take my eyes off of her
freshly cleansed pussy. I hadn't noticed how hairy she was.
Her bush extended up nearly to her navel, and instead of
kinky, tight-curled pubes, the hair was longer and sleeker.
I guess outdoor life doesn't lend itself to shaving and
grooming pubic hair. "Hungry? Why do you ask?"

"I'm famished. I could eat just about anything right now."
She glanced down at my limp dick and grinned. "Well, almost
anything."

"Hey, give me a second of recovery." Even as I was talking
my dick perked up. Moira gave a throaty laugh and walked
away.

"I'll be back in a few minutes." I blinked rapidly, and she
disappeared, as if the darkness swallowed up her naked form.
I shivered.

The bites on my chest began to sting. There were teeth
impressions in several places that had barely broken the
skin, but the bite below my left nipple was bleeding. I went
to the bucket and dabbed a little water on it. It wasn't all
that bad, and I honestly felt a little pride about the
bites. I had been so good that I had driven this sexy woman
to biting me!

Moira was gone for a long time. With the sun down and away
from the fire, I got chilly. I slipped back into my jeans
and tossed on a sweatshirt. I popped open a beer, sat down
in the lounge chair, and waited.

I must have dozed off because I awoke in a panic. My skin
felt on fire. In my haze I assumed the campfire was out of
control and I was literally engulfed in flames. Except it
was dark, and when my eyes adjusted, I could see the fire
dwindling down in front of me.

But my body was burning up. It felt like thousands of tiny
missiles, tipped in fire, were hurling through my skin. My
heart galloped, causing blood to roar through my veins. I
tried to catch my breath. My clothes were constricting, no
strangling me, and I ripped them off. They were wringing
wet.

Nakedness only partly squelched the panic inside me. My mind
was in a flurry. Images darted through my head, trying to
keep pace with my rapid heartbeat. I was inundated with
pictures of blood and gore. I saw torn flesh, and bare bone,
and hair. And hundreds of eyes, all filled with fear. My
cock was absurdly huge, jutting out like a weapon, as I
scrambled around the clearing. I had to get away from the
fire and the burning and the images. I ran to the bucket and
poured the water over my head. Steam rose from my naked body
as the cool water mixed with my hot skin. I touched my
penis, but the heat from it burned my hand. I screamed, but
the burning continued.

My head was pounding. I tried to slow my thinking. Was I
dying? I thought I screamed again, but all I could hear was
Moira's howl as she climaxed. But it came from me, didn't
it? I was confused and sweating and breathing so hard I was
panting.

"Wake up!"

I was awake, wasn't I?

"MIKE, WAKE UP!"

I could hear Moira's voice. She had yelled. My heart started
to slow. The fire inside flickered and died out. The
pictures faded. My breathing began to return to normal. I
opened my eyes again. Moira stood over me.

"I think you had a nightmare." Her gray-green eyes looked at
me with concern. "Are you OK?"

"I don't know," I answered honestly.

"What happened?"

"I was sitting by the fire, waiting for you to come back,
and I must have fallen asleep." I sat up and realized I was
nude. "How did I get naked?"

"You were naked when I left to get us something to eat."

"Yeah, but I got dressed." I was really confused. "I
remember getting dressed," I added weakly.

"All I know is when I got back, you were sacked out on the
lounge chair. I ate and tried to wake you, but you were out.
So I went to bed." She nodded toward the tent.

I looked around, the sky was beginning to lighten. The
nearly full moon was visible but translucent. In another
half hour, the sun would be completely up. Had I really
slept all night? I must have, there could be no other
explanation. I shook my head to clear the cobwebs of
confusion.

"I'm really sorry, Moira. I've never slept like that before.
I've never had a nightmare like that either."

"Don't worry about it," she said, shrugging her shoulders.

She straightened her body and arched in a long stretch. I
hadn't noticed Moira was naked too. Her heavy tits lifted
up, and I saw the white, half-moon spots under each one - a
place where the sun couldn't shine. Her armpits were
unshaven, covered in the same sleek hair that donned her
pussy. Instead of being repulsed, I found it wildly
enticing. And it showed.

Moira stared at my swelling cock and wiggled her eyebrows.
It was all the encouragement I needed.

"C'mere," I snarled.

I leaned back in the lounge chair, and my dick bobbed
straight up. Moira moved to straddle me, using the chair
arms for support. She teased the head of my cock with her
spread pussy, allowing just the glans to enter, and then she
let go of the chair, causing her bodyweight to drop down,
impaling herself on my cock. It was a snug fit, like forcing
an arm through a tight sleeve. She was wet. She was taut.
She was hot. I could have come right then, but somehow, I
held off.

She used her powerful legs to rise up, and then let her body
slam back down. Three times she rose and dropped, and then
she humped me in earnest. She swung her head, and her hair
whipped against my skin like a cat-o'-nine tails. Her nails
clawed into my belly. I couldn't contain my orgasm any
longer. As my semen burst from me, Moira reached down and
grabbed my dick and rested it against the outside of her
cunt. My dick spit cum in wave after wave against her
clitoris. She threw her head back and wailed. I watched in
amazement as her whole body shuddered. Through it all she
maintained her position, propped up on her muscular legs.

Seconds passed. She let go of my cock and relaxed down on my
lap, letting her sopping pussy nestle against my shriveling
cock.

"You're amazing!" I couldn't keep the star-struck quality
out of my voice.

"You're pretty good, yourself," she said as she snuggled
against my chest.

I expected to feel the sting of her bite wounds or where
she'd dug her nails into me, but I didn't feel a thing.

"Careful, you might start that bite mark on my chest to
bleeding again."

"What bite mark?"

Moira rose to look at my chest. I looked down to point out
the mark, only there wasn't one. My chest was unblemished.
No little tiny nips, no teeth impressions of any sort, and
no spots where her fingernails had dug in my belly.

"I could've sworn I had a pretty deep bite under my left
nipple." I fingered my chest like I was digging in sand to
uncover a treasure.

"I don't see a thing," Moira said.

"I can't believe I dreamed that too. Man! This outdoor
mountain air is playing tricks on my mind." It was the only
feasible explanation I could come up with, but it sounded
lame even to my ears.

"Maybe you just need a good meal. Feel like eating?"

I almost gave a flippant remark, but I wasn't quite ready
for another round of sex. "Yeah, what's for breakfast?"

"I'll fry some eggs if you'll go get some fresh water."

"Sure, uh, where do I get it?"

"There's a spring about thirty yards down that way."

Moira pointed to a well-marked path that led away from the
campsite. I slipped into my jeans and boots. I grabbed the
bucket. It was empty. In my nightmare, I had emptied the
bucket over my head, but that was just a dream, wasn't it?
Moira must have emptied it for some reason.

The spring was right where Moira had said it would be. The
early morning sun peeked through some overhead trees and
shone down against the rocks that surrounded it. Another
postcard perfect scene. I decided to wash up while I was
there. After the hike up here, and a couple rounds of rowdy
sex, I was sure I was starting to reek.

I slipped back out of my pants and began rinsing off,
cupping water like I had watched Moira do last night. The
memory caused a stirring in my cock. I splattered water
under my arms, down my chest, and then cupped my balls and
cock to clean around them. I thought about masturbating. The
desire to rub my stiffening dick was incredible. But I
figured I should save it for later, with Moira. I still
whacked off a couple firm strokes, just for shits and
giggles. My fingers got tangled in my pubic hair.

I looked down and couldn't believe what I saw. My pubic hair
had grown to double the length that it had been! The short,
kinky curls had lengthened to strands. Just like Moira's.

I really looked at my body. I'd never had much chest hair,
still didn't, but there was a bushy path of hair that led
from my navel to my dick. My underarm hair was thicker. I
rubbed my face. Instead of morning stubble, I nearly had a
full-grown beard. What the hell was going on? I jerked my
pants back up and ran back to the camp. I wanted some
answers from Moira.

But she was gone.

I searched the entire clearing, but there was no sign of
her. I decided to wait for her at the campsite. There on the
lounge chair, was my backpack with a note attached to it. It
read:
     
     Mike,
     
     I'm sorry to have to leave this way, but in two days,
     when the moon is full, you'll understand.
     
     Moira

What the hell did it mean? When the moon is full? And then
it dawned on me what it might mean. But I didn't want to
believe it. I couldn't believe it. There had to be another
explanation for everything.

"MOIRA!" I yelled, but her name only echoed back at me.

I ran down the path that Moira had led us up the day before,
half expecting my car to be gone. I was fast coming to the
conclusion that I'd been conned.

My car was still where I had left it, but Moira's Land
Cruiser was gone.

By the time I got home, I'd wracked my brain for reasons for
everything that had happened. So I'd grown a little more
hair. I figured the altitude could account for that. And the
bite marks were probably part of the dream I had.

There was no need to explain Moira. She was an outdoor type.
Of course she would be strong, and I'd heard lots of stories
from buddies about wild women. I just hadn't met one before.

I tried to go through the day in my usual Sunday routine,
but I couldn't sit still for even a quarter of a football
game. I paced the rooms, looking for things to occupy my
mind. I tried reading, but ended up throwing the book across
the room. I started a crossword puzzle, but shredded the
paper when I couldn't think of an answer. I rummaged through
my CD's and finally threw them against the wall when the one
I wanted was missing.

Every time I was still, visions of Moira would crop into my
head, and I'd get hard as a rock. Moira, changing into a T-
shirt. Moira, laying spread eagle on a sleeping bag. Moira,
underneath me. Moira, with her thick, black hair whipping my
skin. Moira, biting me. Moira, riding me in a great fuck.
Moira, howling in climax.

I jerked off my pants and grabbed my cock in a full fist. I
stroked as hard and fast as I could while I thought of
Moira. I stroked until I blew my wad all over my hand. But
it did very little to release me from the grip Moira had on
me.

I stormed through the apartment like a rabid dog. My muscles
tensed and veins popped up on my skin like a relief map.
What was wrong with me? I was afraid to go outside. I
couldn't call anyone. How could I explain what was going on?
I grabbed Moira's note and read it again and again. The
words "full moon" jumped off the page and squeezed around my
brain like a leather belt, until I couldn't stand it any
longer.

I sat down at my computer, logged on, pulled up a search
engine, and typed in the word:

"Werewolf"


                              
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