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Subject: {ASSM} Song of the South: School Daze 6--Parent/Teacher Conference
Date: Sun, 10 Nov 2002 18:10:05 -0500
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This is a very nasty story.  If that offends you, leave.

Author would love to know what you think of the story.

Song of the South
School Daze 6: Parent/Teacher Conference
by
Manny Gotrocks

Interr(WM/BF), oral, nc, humil, ws, rimming, choke


Ray Dembro swiveled back and forth in his chair like a little kid. 
While he loved screwing his students, he was about to partake of an
even more satisfying pleasure-fucking one of their mothers.  Shemae
Parker was in eighth grade, but she had been held back a year, which
made her fifteen.  The girl was in constant trouble and she was about
to run out of chances at Ambrosia Middle School.  She was a disruptive
loudmouth, but Dembrow wasn't too concerned about that.  After all,
she was just slightly smarter than a bag of rocks.  The only college
Shemae might ever step foot in would have 'Beauty' in the title, and
even then she wouldn't make it.  Dembrow had worked all his contacts
in the DFS and the court and legal systems to get a picture of her
background and what he found made him think he'd struck gold.  He had
immediately called the girl's mother to schedule an appointment.

Delisha Gamble was none too happy to hear from the school counselor
and wouldn't give him the time of day until he mentioned that the end
result could be expulsion.  That had caught her ear.  She wasn't about
to lose her free baby-sitting and she'd agreed to come in.  Dembrow
had scheduled the meeting during the lunch break.  He wanted the
office and hallways nice and empty.  Only Mrs. Burden was around and
she would leave the minute Delisha was in his inner office.

He had figured she'd be late and he was right.  The meeting was for
11:30 but it was 11:48 when she wiggled her butt through the door of
the outer office.  He heard her strident voice through the door,
followed by Mrs. Burden's soothing tones.  His phone buzzed, he
responded, and the door opened and Mrs. Burden ushered the woman in. 
"I'll be going to lunch now," Mrs. Burden said.  Dembrow nodded.  His
secretary closed the door and the counselor turned his attention to
the other woman.

Delisha Gamble was about what Dembrow had expected.  Five-eight or so,
long-legged, with a round, high ass that she worked hard and titties
that were a more than a handful.  Her hair was straightened, streaked
with red and held back by a scarlet elastic band.  It matched her
fingernails.  Multiple rings pierced each ear and gold glittered on
her fingers.  A tight red top with a scoop neck emphasized her tits,
which were pushed up and out by some kind of Wonderbra.  The tops of
her mounds jiggled with each step like jello on a skateboard.  Faded
jeans so tight they looked like a coat of light-blue paint over her
muscular thighs, riding so low on her hips that the counselor was sure
he would see a pubic hair or two curling over the waistband if he
cared to look.  Strategic rips criss-crossed the front of the jeans,
baring strips of caramel skin.  Dembrow wagered that similar rips
festooned the back, probably right up to the bottom of her asscheeks. 
Red pumps finished the outfit.  Dembrow almost laughed.  The top was
clearly polyester, the jeans some kind of off-brand discount label. 
He was willing to bet the shoes were vinyl, certainly not leather. 
Everything about her screamed cheap; he was sure her name was even an
attempt at a variation on 'delicious.'  At least it was close to
right; she did look delicious, in a tawdry, trashy sort of way. 
Shemae had been born when her mother was fifteen, so Delisha was only
thirty.  She had another daughter, Varnay Suarez, who was twelve.

Dembrow was usually a shirt-sleeves-and-khakis sort of guy, but today
he wore a dark suit and white shirt with a dark-red tie.  He stood and
gestured toward the hard plastic visitor's chair.  "Would you have a
seat?"

"Sorry I's late," Delisha said, her tone underlining the fact that she
didn't give a rat's ass about her lateness.  She sat down in the
chair.  Dembrow noted that she leaned slightly forward and moved her
shoulders in.  This posture pushed her tits out and squeezed them
together, presenting him with an ample view of her deep cleavage.  He
almost laughed.  Delisha was accustomed to shaking her ass or
flaunting her boobs and getting out of trouble.  She had no idea how
ineffective her usual tactics would be.

As she looked at him with sleepy and (he had to admit) sexy eyes,
Dembrow smiled.  "Thank you for coming," he said.  "I wanted to talk
with you about Shemae's behavior."

"Mmmm-hm.  Girl's wild, but what can you do?"  Delisha shook her head
and leaned back in her chair, lips pursed in disapproval.

"Well, we have to do something."  Dembrow held up his clipboard. 
"We've had reports that she's staying with your mother quite
frequently."

"Hey, girl love to stay with her grandmama and grandmama loves to keep
her."  Delisha shrugged.

"You're on public assistance, aren't you Ms. Gamble?"  Dembrow peeked
over the top of the clipboard.  Delisha Gamble sat up straight, an
insolent look on her face.

"Yeah, but las' time I checked it wasn't no crime to be on welfare,"
she said.

"True, but it is a crime to leave your daughters with your mother
while you work an undocumented shift at the garment factory."  He
looked at her.  Her mouth dropped open then snapped shut.  She
swallowed hard.

"What you talkin' about?" she asked, trying to brazen it out.

He looked up from the clipboard.  "You are leaving your daughters with
their grandmother so you can make money off the books, although you
must work some awfully long shifts based on our reports.  The girls
are sometimes with their grandmother three, four nights a week."

Delisha looked uncertain now.  Dembrow could almost see the wheels
turning as she tried to think of her next move.  "What you gonna do?"
she asked.

"Well, I should turn you in to DFS, the county attorney, and the
welfare department," he said, tapping his pen on the clipboard.  Her
eyes grew round and her breath came in short, shallow gasps.  Then a
cunning look came into her eyes and her breathing regulated.

"I don't think you really have to do all that," she said as she leaned
forward.  Her hand rested on his thigh, then moved up toward his
groin.  One crimson nail scratched over the bulge in his pants.  Her
hand moved up, massaging his cock through the fabric.  Dembrow
smothered a smile.  She was so predictable he could forecast her next
move.  Sensing no resistance, Delisha tugged down his zipper and
reached into his pants, deftly freeing his cock and balls.  He was
already pretty turgid, so it only took a couple of strokes to bring
him to full erection.  She continued to jerk him off, sliding her hand
along his throbbing shaft, rubbing her palm over the exposed,
glistening head of his prick.  With a sly smile, Delisha took him into
her mouth.  Dembrow stifled a groan.  She could suck a watermelon
through a garden hose.  He focused on his clipboard and tried to
concentrate on the dry bureaucratic language on the form in front of
him, anything to prolong this sublime blowjob.  He couldn't resist for
long; soon the warm attentions of her mouth and tongue on his knob
caused him to empty the contents of his bloated balls.  He bit his lip
as she swallowed his seed and continued to suck on his prick as it
softened.  When it was completely limp Delisha tucked it back in his
pants and wiped the corners of her mouth as she picked up her purse
and stood.  "I guess that takes care of Shemae's problems," she said
as she turned toward the door.

Dembrow swallowed, trying to moisten his throat.  "Not really.  In
fact, it's your situation I'm concerned about."

She turned back.  "What you talkin' about?"

"Simply that drawing state aid while working is fraud.  That's a class
A misdemeanor.  You could get up to a year in jail."  Dembrow shook
his head.  "Kids would go into foster care."

"Hey," she said sharply.  "What about what I just did?"

"Oh, that."  He shrugged.  "I assumed that you just wanted to give me
a blow job.  I appreciate it, but I certainly didn't demand it in
payment for any services."  He watched her struggle with that idea. 
"But, since it seems like you really want to resolve Shemae's
situation, maybe we could meet after hours."  He scribbled an address
on a Post-It.  "This is a motel on the highway.  Why don't we meet
there about, what, seven?"

A sly cat's smile dawned on Delisha's face.  "Sure thang," she said,
slipping the paper into her purse.

"By the way," Dembrow said, "wear something nice, you know, special."

"Fo' sure," she said and winked at him as she left the office.

***

Dembrow sat in the front seat of his Lincoln Town Car and watched the
motel's outdoor lighting flicker in the dark.  A Saturn with a
primered front quarter panel and missing one wheel cover pulled into
the parking lot.  The passenger door opened and Delisha Gamble got out
of the passenger's side.  The driver's door opened and a hulking black
man climbed out.  Dembrow shook his head and smiled.  This was so
predictable.  What Delisha didn't know was that Dembrow had an
agreement, a very lucrative agreement, with Mr. Lee, the Korean who
owned the motel.  Dembrow had a permanent room with state-of-the-art
hidden video and audio.  Mr. Lee marketed the resulting tapes via the
Web; Dembrow took a small cut, leaving the lion's share for Mr. Lee. 
Dembrow's percentage was still a very nice piece of change.  It seemed
that there was an audience that couldn't get enough of Ray Dembrow
fucking and humiliating girls and their moms.  That was why Mr. Lee
was more than willing to call Dembrow and tell him about the man and
woman sitting in the car that afternoon, staring at the motel. 
Dembrow had made a couple of phone calls of his own, which were about
to pay off.

Delisha had at least worn something special-a pair of faded Daisy
Dukes that crawled up the crack of her ass and a cut-off burnt orange
T-shirt.  Dembrow was disappointed.  He'd had visions of a red
minidress, or maybe an evening gown with the front down to here and
slit up to there, covering a stockings, thong and garter belt
ensemble.  The shoes were really unsatisfactory-tan Timberlands, but
the nice curves of her legs kept that from being too bad.  In fact,
Dembrow decided he might make her keep the boots on while he fucked
her.

He watched them climb the steps and approach the room number he'd
given her.  The way Delisha's tits bounced under the shirt made it
clear she wasn't wearing a bra.  She stepped forward and knocked on
the door.  Dembrow could almost predict the sequence of coming events
as though reading them off a script.  Delisha said something, the door
began to open, big black guy pulled a small handgun and stepped
forward, then the door was thrown wide and a half-dozen Ambrosia cops
poured out.  They took their anonymous drug tips seriously.  The black
man was beaten to the ground and cuffed.  Dembrow watched as another
cop jerked Delisha's hands behind her back and snapped a set of
bracelets around her wrists.  Three police cars pulled into the lot. 
As Delisha and her would-be muscle were loaded into separate vehicles,
Dembrow started his car.  He followed the convoy to the Ambrosia
police station.  He drove around back to the fenced-in official lot. 
The officer guarding the lot let him in immediately.

He shut off his motor, reached into the back seat, and pulled the gym
bag into the front seat.  He double-checked the contents, took the
items he might need, then got out of the car and walked to the back
entrance.  He pressed the buzzer and the door opened.  A burly,
sweating cop stood there, holding Delisha Gamble just above the elbow.
 Her hands were still cuffed behind her and when she saw Dembrow she
started shouting.

"Muthafucka!" she screamed.  "You--"  Whatever she was going to say
next was cut off as Dembrow punched her in the stomach.  She fell to
her knees, gasping for her next breath.  He tossed something to the
officer, who squatted beside her and jerked her head back.  Her eyes
rolled wildly as the sweating cop yanked the straps of the ball gag
over her head.  Dembrow grabbed her by the arm and hoisted her to her
feet.

"Thanks," he said.  "I'll take it from here."  He drug her stumbling
across the parking lot.  The trunk of the Lincoln swung open as they
approached.  He gave her a little spin and nudge and she tumbled
neatly into the trunk.  He slammed it shut on the muffled sounds of
her screams.

He took a long route back to the motel and made sure to hit a few
rough patches of pavement, just to toss her around a little.  He drove
to the opposite side of the motel, to the back where his room really
was.  He picked up the gym bag, got out and pressed the button on his
keychain.  The trunk popped open.  Delisha lay inside.  Sweat
glistened on her, forming a small 'V' where it trickled through the
valley between her breasts and soaked into the T-shirt.  He could
smell the fear coming off of her.  Grabbing her hair, he pulled her
out of the car, ignoring her muted squeals.  He pulled her up the
stairs toward the room.  Her tits bounced beneath the thin cotton and
the faded denim barely contained her luscious ass.  Someone might see
them, but Dembrow wasn't worried.  To the clientele of Mr. Lee's
establishment the sight of a white man in khakis and a blue oxford
shirt manhandling a beautiful black woman in handcuffs and a ball gag
might just be the sign of a spirited birthday party.

He unlocked the door and shoved her onto the bed.  Placing his knee in
the small of her back, he took out another set of shackles.  He
fastened them around her upper arms.  The manacles were on a greater
length of chain, not so tight as to dislocate her shoulders or bring
her elbows together, but snug enough to tug her shoulders back.  This
kept her funbags pushed out and messed up her balance.  He pulled her
up by the manacles and was rewarded with a muffled groan.  Her eyes
were wide and white above the red rubber ball as he pushed her back
toward the faded chair.  The back of her knees hit the edge of the
seat and she sat down hard.  Dembrow stepped around behind her.  The
chair had an open back, sort of like a kitchen chair, and he hooked
the handcuffs through a swivel snap screwed into the wood.  Delisha
Gamble was held fast.  The guidance counselor took a step back and
looked at her.  Her hair was in disarray and her legs splayed out, the
soles of her Timberlands scrabbling for purchase on the floor.  The
cut-off T-shirt displayed a nice set of abs and her nipples were
clearly visible through the material.  Dembrow smiled and began to
undress.  Delisha's eyes grew even wider as he hung up his pants and
shirt, put his shoes in the corner and folded his underwear before
placing it on the shelf above the closet rod.  He stood buck naked
before her, his cock swaying slightly, then walked closer, his prick
almost touching her face.  She closed her eyes and turned her head
away.  Dembrow grinned and began to roll her nipples between thumb and
forefinger.  His cock began to twitch.  He couldn't believe the size
of her nips; they had to be as big as grapes.

"You know," he said, "I really have to see them."  He took a pair of
scissors out of the gym bag and cut off the T-shirt, first down the
front, then along the tops of the arms.  The garment fell away and
exposed her rounded, conical titties to his hungry gaze.  Her aureoles
were large, dark and puffy; the nipples huge and hard.  Dembrow
squeezed them some more, then bent down and took one into his mouth.

He rolled the nipple with his tongue, suckled like an infant, nipped
it with his teeth.  He lavished attention on first one, then the
other, feeling Delisha shudder as he mauled her teats.  By the time he
stood up both breasts glistened with his saliva.  Delisha's eyes were
still closed.  Dembrow stepped over to the bed and reached into the
gym bag.  He brought out a thin plastic shaft a little under three
feet in length.  One end was covered in cork.  He'd bought the pointer
at a teacher's conference.  It was perfect.

Delisha opened her eyes to see the naked guidance counselor standing
in front of her, tapping a long white rod against one hand.  He smiled
and her blood turned to ice.

"See how you like this," he said, and brought the makeshift cane
whistling down across her left tit.  Her eyes bulged as she screamed
into the gag.  Dembrow lashed her across the right breast, the blow
casual and backhanded.  He snapped the third strike across her left
udder, catching it just above the nipple.  Her eyes rolled and he
watched the crotch of her Daisy Dukes darken as twin streams of piss
bubbled around the crotch seam and streamed down her thighs to puddle
beneath her.  He whipped her tits without mercy, twenty strokes on
each mammary.  She stopped screaming somewhere around the seventh
stroke and simply sobbed as snot ran out of her nose and she pissed
herself dry.  Dembrow's cock was hard now.  He grabbed a small loop
attached to the gag, gave a quick quarter-turn left and pulled.  The
ball slid out smoothly, leaving a hard rubber ring between her teeth. 
Dembrow had searched far and wide for this combination ball/ring gag. 
He straddled Delisha's quivering thighs and slipped the head of his
prick through the ring, locking his hand behind her head.  Delisha
looked up at him, terror in her bulging eyes.

"Well," he said, "right about now, I'm usually getting a blow job, but
you've already done that, so..."  He grinned and released his bladder.
 His piss gushed into her mouth and she gagged and sputtered, coughing
pee out of her mouth even as she was unable to stop the stream.  Gouts
of amber fluid splashed out of the ring gag, running down her neck to
soak her breasts and trickle down her stomach.  Some of it she was
forced to swallow as the combination of his erection and the flow of
piss made it almost impossible to breathe.  Dembrow held her head
still until the last squirts of his bladder filth trickled into her
oral cavity.  He stepped back, still erect, and shook his head, then
inserted the ball into the gag.

"You're a mess," he said, then bent down and unlaced her boots. 
Unhooking the handcuffs from the snap, he hauled the coughing, gasping
woman into the bathroom.  He yanked off the sodden cutoffs and tossed
them aside.  He pushed her into the shower and turned it on
full-blast, cold.  She yelled, but the gag smothered the sound.  With
her arms bound behind her he was easily able to hold her under the
stinging spray.  Judging her clean, he pulled the shivering woman out
and thrust her back into the motel room.  Securing her in the chair,
he put her socks and boots back on her.  Then he made another trip to
the gym bag.  He brought out a bungee cord which he fastened around
one thigh, then passed under her arms, around the back of the chair,
and around to the other thigh.  Her knees were pulled back nearly to
her ears by the strong elastic.  Tears ran down her cheeks and sweat
trickled from her armpits.  Her breath whistled through her nostrils
and the muscles of her thighs stood out as though carved.  Most
importantly, her bubble-gum pink pussy and chocolate asshole were
totally exposed.  Dembrow crouched in front of her and prodded her
bunghole with his index finger.  It contracted at his touch and he
smiled.

"See this?"  He held up the last item from the bag.  "It's called a
butt plug."  Delisha's eyes snapped open and fixated, terrified, on
the black conical plastic plug in the guidance counselor's hand.  He
winked and placed the tip against her anal orifice.  Delisha whipped
her head back and forth, piteous moans issuing from behind the gag. 
Dembrow smirked and pushed, forcing the plug into her tightly clenched
shit chute.  She was sobbing by the time her anus stretched over the
widest part of the plug and closed down over the narrow base.  Dembrow
crouched in front of her, his eyes drinking in the sight, then he
began to diddle her pussy lips.  Just the tips of two fingers, back
and forth, back and forth.  He was something of an expert and knew
that her body would respond.  Sure enough, in a couple of minutes her
twat began to juice up.  She thrashed her head back and forth, her
eyes squeezed shut, but her dripping privates betrayed her.  Dembrow
slipped two fingers into the tight, moist passage.  A few more minutes
of manipulation and the first orgasm hit her.  Her back arched and her
legs quivered against the cord.  When her ecstasy subsided, Dembrow
resumed fingering her, only this time he used his left hand to wiggle
the butt plug as well.  Again, she could not control her body's
reaction and she came, her juices slicking the guidance counselor's
hand.  He repeated the process three more times, then stood.  Delisha
stared at him, her eyes full of shame and fear above the ball gag.

"There," he said.  "That should give you something to think about
while I clean up."  He went into the bathroom and turned the shower on
hot.  He stood under it a long time, reveling in the stinging spray
but keeping his hands away from his rigid manhood.  He soaped and
rinsed until the water began to cool, then he got out and dried
himself.  He stood in the bathroom door and looked at her.  It was a
cock-stiffening sight.  Her taut body glistened with sweat and her own
excretions.  Her straightened hair hung over one eye while the other
was wide and round.  Her thighs, trembling as they were held in
bondage, squashed her breasts as she was curled into a ball.  The tan
Timberlands added just the right touch of ghetto, he decided.  Best of
all was the sight of the flared end of the butt plug, pointed straight
at him as it protruded from her rectum.

Dembrow crossed the room and tossed his towel on the bed, then stood
over her, waiting until she looked up at him.  "Here's the thing," he
said.  "I don't like attitude.  You gave me attitude.  What you got
for that--" He reached out and touched the side of her sore tit.  She
whimpered and tried to pull away.  "-what you got for that was just a
taste, the tiniest bit, of what I'm prepared to do.  Nod if you
understand."  Delisha nodded frantically.  "Good," he said.  "Now,
here are the rules.  You are mine.  Displease me in any way and I'll
make you wish you were never born.  There is no one here who will help
you.  If you scream, you'll only make yourself hoarse and me angry. 
Nod if you understand."  Again her head bobbed up and down.  "Good. 
Let's see about making you more comfortable."  He grabbed the butt
plug and pulled it out, loving the way she winced as it came out with
an audible 'pop'.  Her bunghole gaped for a moment before her
sphincter closed.  Dembrow unhooked the bungee cord and Delisha wept
with relief, finally able to extend her sore, stiff legs.

He bent down and grabbed her hair, yanking her head back so she looked
straight into his eyes.  "I'm going to take the gag out now.  You
scream, you'll be sorry.  Nod if you understand."  She nodded,
groaning as he pulled her hair.  Releasing her head, he slipped one,
then the other strap over her hair.  She worked her jaw, trying to
relieve the pain.  Dembrow squatted in front of her, his cock pointing
up.

"Say 'thank you'," he said.

Delisha swallowed and licked her dry lips.  "Th-Thank you," she
whispered.  Dembrow unhooked her hands from the snap, then he walked
over to the bed and placed one foot on the mattress.  He picked up the
pointer/switch and looked over his shoulder at her.

"You know what?" he said.  "I think I missed a spot in the shower. 
Why don't you crawl over here and clean and dry my asshole?"

She blinked.  Her voice was still a croak.  "With what?"

He shrugged.  "How about your tongue?"  She grimaced in revulsion, so
he slashed the switch through the air.  She flinched at the swishing
sound, then slipped off the chair onto her knees.  She knee-walked
awkwardly across the carpet until she was behind him, her arms still
bound behind her.  Dembrow looked back.  Tears flowed down her cheeks
in rivers as she stared at his hairy ass.  He shifted his position,
flexing the knee of the leg that rested on the floor, opening his
cheeks slightly.

"Better get licking," he said, raising the switch.  Delisha leaned
forward and Dembrow felt an electric shock race through him as her
rough velvet tongue touched his clenched browneye.  Her tongue probed
his pooper and Dembrow squatted slightly, mashing his ass crack even
more securely over her face.  His cock drooled precum; a damp spot
formed on the carpet between his feet and a long string of the clear
fluid dangled from the gaping eye of his pecker almost to the floor. 
He yearned to grab his throbbing boner, but he knew that if he did so
he wouldn't be able to stop and would waste a perfectly good load. 
Instead he occupied his hands by reaching behind him, placing one hand
on the back of Delisha's head and using the other to thrash the globes
of her ass with the switch.  By turning his head at an extreme angle
he could watch her caramel buttocks bounce and jiggle under the sting
of the whip; she tried to lunge away from the pain, which only plunged
her face deeper into his buttcrack.  Dembrow groaned and rolled his
eyes.  He was in rapture as her tongue penetrated deep into his
bowels.  She gagged more than once, but his hand trapped her head
firmly against his buttocks and the switch drove her onward.  A nurse
could have taken Dembrow's pulse through his cock; the veins stood out
like carved marble as her tongue reamed his wrinkled back door. 
Finally, he could stand no more.  He straightened, pulling her tongue
out of his poop chute with a pop.  He turned and gripped the base of
his throbbing prick.  His other hand grabbed her hair and pulled her
head back.  He stared straight into her pleading eyes as he rubbed his
dick on her face, administering a thick, even glazing of his precum. 
As his pecker drooled on her chin she opened her mouth, attempting to
take him in.  Dembrow yanked her hair and used his cock like a club,
smacking it around her face.

"No," he said.  "You don't suck me off unless I tell you to suck me
off, got it?"  He grabbed the chain that ran between her upper arms
and pulled her to her feet, then pushed her face down onto the bed. 
He climbed up and stood straddling her.  Her ass was high in the air,
presenting her pussy to him doggy-style.  With her arms chained she
couldn't support her upper body.  Dembrow grabbed her hair and pulled
her head up, then looped his damp towel around her neck.  He hauled on
it like a bridle, holding her up as he slipped his cock into her
steaming twat.  In a few thrusts he was seated to his balls.  He
relaxed for a second, steadying himself, then began to fuck her.  Her
pussy was warm and wet as he undulated his hips, sliding along the
slick passageway.  It wasn't long before he felt the tickle in his
balls.  He grabbed the ends of the towel and twisted, tightening a
makeshift noose.  Delisha gasped and choked; as she fought to breathe
her cunt spasmed, squeezing the root of his cock.  Dembrow's pecker
felt like a Roman candle and he was shooting hot glowing rockets of
jizz into her cooze.  He jerked the towel tighter.  Delisha bucked and
rocked.  He thought his cock might be torn off at the root; it was the
most powerful orgasm he'd ever had.  As he finished blowing his wad
Delisha's eyes rolled back in her head.  He released the towel as his
cock slipped out of her.  She collapsed on the bed, deep ragged
breaths shaking her frame as the fog cleared from her brain.

Dembrow dropped back onto the bed.  "That was a good way to get
acquainted, don't you think?" he said.

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