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From: vickietern@aol.com (VickieTern)
Subject: {ASSM} MMMMMM by Vickie Tern 2/10 TG Femdom
Date: Sun,  8 Dec 2002 17:10:05 -0500
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Mmmmmm! by Vickie Tern, 2/10



                              ii.

Nick was still gasping, his wet cheek flat against her belly, his 
chest heaving.  He'd been clamped in so tight he'd heard nothing!
He turned and saw over his shoulder that she'd spoken into the air
above her face.  Her eyes were still shut.  

Well, this is something, anyhow, he was thinking.  This is new!

He rolled off her, and she looked over at him,  "Yes!" she said. 
"It's been so long since we've had something like that, honey! 
I've missed it!  That's what you'll do for me every time I want it! 
That'll make me horny for you again, my sweet Nickie!  And satisfy
me too!  And you just said it, when I'm excited, you're excited! 
Didn't you just say that?  Weren't you excited too, face-fucking me
like that?  Wasn't it great for you too?  Your shoulders were
really heaving and shuddering toward the end, I could barely hold
on to your head with both my legs to keep you down!  My darling
hubby with that wonderful tongue, and those sweet lips kissing
mine!  That pretty, pretty mouth of yours pressed against my pussy! 
That's how girls make love you know!  That's what I want you to do! 
Tell me you want to make love to me like that from now on, lover! 
Like a girl!"

Odd, Nick thought.  How girls make love?  I suppose so.  A little
disconcerting.  But her frenzy had indeed turned him on, somewhat,
even though it had nearly asphyxiated him.  And she seemed
ecstatic!  So he nodded, just barely.

"Your cheeks and chin are so shiny now.  Glistening, your whole
face all covered with me!  My juices.  All mine!  You're an
extension of me now, of my pussy!  You're like one of my private
parts on loan now, aren't you!"

She reveled in that thought.  Nick couldn't object.  He nodded
again.  

"That's the first kind of sex I ever had, did you know that? 
Getting licked to orgasm.  In high school we had a club, girls who
liked doing it and girls who liked being done.  And in college I
had Janet.  Janet loved doing that for me!  You remember Janet, my
roommate my first years in college, right up until the time we
met?"

Nick nodded, surprised.  This was a confession!  He remembered
Janet.  A tall, cool girl with long dark hair, dedicated to every
social cause, always looking for something she could devote herself
to completely.  She'd quit in her third year to take up ... what,
Peace Corps work was it?  To educate Indians in Arizona somewhere?

"You're my first man ever down there!  My first darling man!  I've
never let another man do that!  And you're the first person ever to 
push his nose into my asshole while kissing my pussy.  You really 
wanted to, didn't you!  I just loved it!  Ooooh!  It was wonderful,
sweetheart!"  She nodded, agreeing with herself.

But Nick was still trying to absorb what she'd just said about her
high school friends.  And about Janet.  They'd had sex together,
Kelly and Janet?  "You were...intimate like this -- you did this --
with friends?  With Janet?"  

Kelly watched her husband and answered slowly, as if weighing each
word.  "Sometimes, yes.  Sometimes it got this intense, Nickie
baby.  But more often it was delicate, tender, gentle.  The way
you'd expect girls to be with each other when they're being
intimate!  We'd do it that way mostly."

"The way girls are when they're intimate?"  Nick was
entering a new world he'd never known existed.  His wife's
world.  "Girls being sexually intimate?"

Now Kelly was openly amused.  "Awww, Nickie, you're shocked!  Yes,
of course girls!  Do you think you're the first person I've ever
allowed down there?  Half the girls in my high school club licked
me!  Jan practically lived down there!  Almost from when we first
met.  She loved tucking her face into my pussy, same as you do! 
She was so considerate when she was down there, so affectionate,
always trying to please me, to make me feel good.  And she always
succeeded!  Her lips always felt incredibly delicate at first, warm 
and wet and soft, and her tongue felt like a frightened fawn.  But
then as she lapped and licked and kissed me we'd get more
passionate and she'd get more provocative and teasing and then
sometimes she'd drive me out of my mind, until there was nothing I
could do but writhe and twist and scream!  Just like you just now! 
Like us!  You're wonderful!  Janet was like that!  Janet loved
doing that to me!  She was absolutely devoted to me once her face
was down there between my legs!  You know?  Of course you do.  The
way you felt just now!  I could feel it!  She was like you earlier
too when we made love, sometimes.  Fierce.  But always to satisfy
me, not for herself.  Much more considerate."

"Janet?  She was?  Like us before now too?"  Nick didn't know what
else to say.

"Yes, we'd use a fat jelly dildo.  God that felt good!  Yes!  We'd
be the way you and I have been, crawling all over each other,
animals in heat!  You remember once I plastered myself against you
and told you I wanted you to fuck me so hard your brains would melt
and drain down into your balls, so when you squirted into me you'd
be left empty-headed, mindless, a big blow-up fuck-doll?  She'd
fuck me like that sometimes!  Without the squirting of course!  But
on and on, not quitting like you after maybe only three times at
most!"  

Kelly smiled to herself, remembering.  Nick said nothing.  He felt
excluded.  

"That's why I was so shameless with you when we first met.  We
did it that way too!  You were easily as good as that dildo! 
Didn't you ever wonder why I got so frantic?"

"I thought it was me," Nick said.

"Janet had just moved out and I was living alone, eager to try all
sorts of new things!  I was starved for the feel of a real man's
meat snugged up tight inside me.  And then you came along, and 
yours was just what I needed!  Janet was gone, time to try a man 
again!  I wanted to get stuffed!  And you were great!"  

Nick felt disturbed by this testimonial.  It seemed insulting
somehow.  Yet he couldn't feel resentful.  "I was as good as
Janet's dildo?"

Kelly ignored his question, if it was indeed a question.  "That's
why I never wanted your face down there licking me where Jan's face
once was.  You'd ask, and I'd say no.  Because that was something
private between me and Janet.  Kissing my pussy was for girls only. 
Janet and then the others, that's who I wanted down there.  Not you.
Not until now!"

"The others?  Janet and other girls?  Kelly, you never told me
about ...!"

"Of course other girls.  You never asked," Kelly had a satisfied
lilt in her voice.  "Never about girls.  There've been girls,
honey."  

She smiled to herself and stretched again, luxuriously, her whole
body tense, wriggling, but all the while her eyes never left his.

"Like a lot of guys, you've always been insecure about my sexual
experiences before you.  The boys I once knew.  You were always
asking me how many boys I'd slept with, what did we do together,
did they get me off, were they better hung, all those questions
guys always ask.  You never thought to ask me about girls.  I guess
in a way that was fair.  After all, I've never asked you about your
girls."  She paused and smiled a wicked smile.  "Or about your
boys.  Have I ever?  No.  But you've never quit asking me.  I bet
you're still jealous of them!   Even after five years of marriage!" 
She smiled a superior smile and added, "You wait, lover.  I'm going
to cure you of that insecurity once and for all.  Just you wait!"

Nick couldn't tell if that was a threat or reassurance.  She looked
at him speculatively, deciding what to say next.  He looked back at
her, curious.  This was a new Kelly speaking.  A take-charge, calm,
decisive Kelly he'd seen deal with emergencies when he'd stopped by 
her office, but had never before seen at home.  Not even during 
their worst battles, nor during the tense silences that followed them.
Kelly had a lesbian past?  No, a bisexual past, she was no lesbian, 
she loved cock!  He felt a tinge of unease.  Shouldn't he be feeling
resentful?  Kelly sounded so relaxed, even matter-of-fact!  
Comfortably self-assured, as if her authority were now unchallengeable,
so there was no need for her to conceal anything.  Confident that he 
wouldn't get mad.  Underneath, Nick sensed, she was very much in control.

Odd.  She seemed to feel she could say anything and he'd remain
hers.  It wasn't accidental that she was telling him about Janet
only now, and hadn't ever earlier.  He'd just kissed her pussy for
the first time.  When he went down on her, did their relationship
change in some subtle way?  Did her view of him change?  Nick
sensed he was on her turf in this conversation.  So he said
nothing.

She continued.  "You've always asked me about boys, Nickie baby,
but you never asked me about any of my girls.  There have always
been girls doing girl things like the things you just did.  I do
adore feeling cherished down there."  She paused.  

Nick questioned his ears.  Had his wife just hinted that she's been
having sex with others since their marriage?  With girls?  Been
unfaithful to him, with girls?  But is it infidelity if it's with
girls?  Women hug each other all the time.  Maybe they do more,
sometimes, in all innocence?  Like lick each other out?  Had he
been sharing Kelly with her friends all these years, without
knowing it?

Kelly continued to reminisce, as if she hadn't told Nick anything
that mattered.  "I think I seduced Jan into loving me with her face
the very first week we were roommates.  There's no doubt she loved
it.  For the next two years, whenever we felt hot she'd spend night
after night down there eating me out!  All night!  Maybe fuck me
first with that dildo to raise a little excitement and scent, but
then sleep and kiss and sleep and lick!  My mound was her favorite
pillow.  Sometimes she'd sleep there for weeks at a time!"

Nick tried to imagine it.  Kelly sleeping, propped up among piles
of pillows the way she still did sometimes, Janet dozing between
Kelly's legs.  Kelly's hand resting protectively on Janet's head,
or stroking her, coaxing her to do more.  Janet waking to do more. 
Was this his future?

"And you loved it too just now, didn't you baby, bringing me off
with your mouth and your whole face.  You really put your heart
into it!  Didn't you?"  She grinned openly!  "Your nose, too!  My
cunt licking, ass kissing, brown-nosed husband!  I was right!  I
knew you'd love it once there wasn't much else you could do!"

Knew it?  Knew what?  When?  Just now?  He knew his face was still
slick, his ears crusted, his chin dripping with her juices.  Did he
really have a brown nose?  It could be, he'd really pushed into her
asshole as deep as he could get, especially after she'd urged it,
cursed him for not trying hard enough.  Had he succeeded?  How far
in had he gone?  He twisted up and started to roll off the bed to
check in the mirror.  His shoulders sloped his face toward Kelly's
for a moment as he tried to stand up. 

She mistook his intentions and leaned away.  "No, Nick, don't try
to kiss my face," she said.  "Not like that!  Your face isn't ...
ahhh ... delicate right now, honey.  From now on down there's where
you can kiss me any time you want to.  My mound, my slit, my ass,
anywhere down there.  But not my face from now on.  Not now that
you've been down there.  All you want below, and whenever I want it
too.  You get home from work and want to kiss me 'hello,' that's
where.  Just drop to your knees and snuggle up to my mound and
plant a big buss right there!  You'll love it and I'll love it! 
All right?"

What could he say?  She was waiting.  He had to say something. 
"If you say," Nick responded curtly.  He'd deal with it later.  He
felt a twinge of resentment, as in the old days.  Old?  A few
months ago, old?  But it passed.  

Very strange.  She'd just opened a part of herself she'd always
kept closed, he realized, even during their most randy, impassioned
times together.  She just confided things she'd kept to herself
even during their stormiest arguments.  She could have thrown this
relationship with Janet at him spitefully at any time, yet she
never had!  He still didn't understand.  Why that sly hint that
girls might still be browsing between her legs?  She'd been seeking
out sex with other girls since high school, and still did?  Even
now?  Regretting nothing?  Maybe she preferred women?  Maybe he was
an exception in her sex life?  Her pre-heated dildo?  

No, he thought further.  She loved straight sex with a man, there
was no doubt about that, the kind that finishes with cum pouring
out of her and claw marks and bruises all over both of them!  She
craved it!  Now during this odd time when he wasn't able to
deliver, she was revisiting her good old days, that was all. 
Returning to whatever she'd had with Janet.  His kissing her below
the waist had opened up all those memories.  And now she wanted him
to kiss her there exclusively.  Would that satisfy her?  Well, was
there anything much else he could do to satisfy her these days? 
Penetrating her with his prick was touch and go at best.  "All
right," he said.  "If that's what you want."

"Good!" she said.  "You're a doll, and I love you!  But we're both
really late now.  I better phone and get some appointments
rescheduled.  You use the shower first."

An hour later they'd breakfasted, and as he tied his tie Nick was
feeling more like his old self.  Where they'd been this morning 
was disorienting, but it was a lot better than anywhere else
they'd been lately.  His self-confidence had re-emerged.  Wherever
his fervor for frenzied sex had gone, he could still satisfy her. 
He could still provide his wife with what she wanted, and he wanted
to provide it!  He was her husband!  He had strong feelings for
her!

But where else might this lead?  What did it imply for their
future?  What else was there he didn't know?

He glanced into his wall mirror over to where she was seated at her
vanity with her back to him, applying lipstick and critically
examining her eye shadow in her own mirror.  His mirror revealed
hers across the room.  As she wiped her eyelid with a teeny sponge,
he saw that she was also looking at him.  Each was looking at a
mirror reflection of the other.  Surface appearances, he thought
vaguely.  Merely.  She's beautiful, he thought, but there's so much
underneath I haven't known about!

Her reflected gaze steadily meeting his, she raised one thin
eyebrow as if inquiring what was on his mind.

As casually as he could he tried to probe further into the
morning's startling revelations.  "I've been wondering, Kelly
honey.  You mentioned the girls in your ... past.  And you're
right, I never asked, it never occurred to me there might be girls. 
Do you still feel you want ... I mean, have there been any ...
since we ... since Janet, I mean?"  He didn't want to know, but he
had to ask.

"You mean since we got married?"  She was a little amused at his
embarrassed indirection.  He'd gotten her hint, and was feeling
unstable, just as she wanted.  "Honey, that's very personal, that
kind of intimacy.  Now that you've gone down on me, I can't allow
anyone else to put her face down there, can I?  Not any more!  To
answer your question, there was Janet and now there's you.  Any
others don't matter!  Janet was my first really serious pussy
lover, and now you're my really serious pussy lover.  I've always
hoped that some day you'd want to replace Janet, that when all our
quarreling and shouting stopped -- if it ever did -- you'd maybe
feel as devoted to me as Janet did, maybe even the same way.  So
now that we're finally less ... argumentative I want us to have
what Janet and I had.  And it turns out you're perfect for me down
there, doing that!  After this morning I mean to have you down
there often!"

She'd complimented him and reassured him, he supposed, but his
feelings were still tangled.  He felt resentful, and irrationally,
he felt jealous of Janet, retroactively.  And even more frustrated
that he couldn't now satisfy Kelly as he'd once done, vigorously,
with his prick, like a man.  Her pleasure in pussy worship was
something he'd known nothing about.  And, he noticed, she hadn't
really answered his question.  She was teasing him?  Hiding part of
her sex life from him?

Her mirrored face was still looking directly at him as she applied
her lipstick with a few deft strokes.  "You mean now you want me to
replace Janet?"  He didn't know if he was teasing or insulting her
when he added in what he hoped was a light tone, "You want me to be
like one of your old lesbian crowd, sucking each other's pussies?"

Kelly's face tightened.  "That's crude, Nick. But you're halfway
correct.  I don't suck pussy myself, and even if I did you don't
have one, remember?"  She repeated the word sharply!  "Remember? 
Is it that hard these days for you to remember how you're equipped? 
So I'd be out of luck!  But to employ your own vulgar idiom, yes. 
That's how you should think of it!  When we make love from now on
I do want you to be more like Janet.  Someone who sucks my pussy. 
Someone who feels privileged to suck my pussy!  Eager to suck my
pussy.  A girl who feels grateful because I'm willing to let her 
suck my pussy!"

She was working herself up, just as in the old days.  Nick couldn't
match it now, and he realized he had better deflect her anger fast. 
He brushed his hair back and into the ponytail he'd taken to
wearing -- it was really long, he should get it cut -- and turned
to face her.  She was blotting the last of her makeup and looking
about for her purse, getting ready to stand and leave.  "Honey," he
said gently.  "I'm sorry.  But I lack the crucial qualification."

"You mean the ability to satisfy me as a man?  You bet you do,
Nick!"  Now she was looking directly at him.  Her eyes stabbed and
her face now seemed flushed even under her make-up.   She really
was angry!

"No!"  Nick flinched, then continued hastily.  His indirection had
gone awry, turned into an insult.  He'd better be quite clear.  "I
mean, if you want me to be a girl who sucks your pussy I lack the
crucial qualification.  I'm not a girl."

"Mmmmmm!" she replied.  She considered this statement for a moment. 
Then she looked straight at Nick, and he was glad to see she looked
amused now, not angry.  "That's not the crucial qualification,
sweetheart!  You proved that this morning.  As for the rest, we'll
see.  It's getting late.  We both need to get to work."

"Can I ask you one more question, baby."

She was now standing purse in hand, poised to leave for her office
in her little Escort.  The Lexus was Nick's they'd agreed last year
after a fierce quarrel.  He had to drive clients around town to
different sites, and had persuaded her that they needed to be
impressed.  She was a lawyer who only needed transportation to her
office downtown, and it didn't hurt that if they ever saw it, the
Escort reassured her clients that she wasn't making big bucks off
them, even when she was doing just that.  To clinch the agreement
about which car each would drive, he'd offered as a bonus that he'd
be charming at all times with all of her friends, even those he
detested who felt the same way about him.  And that she could be
the sole judge whether he was performing as promised.  

It had cost him.  Her friends didn't like him.  He'd been as
sarcastic with them as he'd been in their presence with Kelly.  So
in return they were barely civil with him.  Yet after she agreed to
take the little car, he'd kept his word.  No matter how insulting
or barbed their comments, he'd been the soul of conviviality with
them and she'd never had reason to complain.  Not that anyone was
taken in by it.  They all knew the reason and they all were
impressed by his small-mindedness and his hypocrisy, that was all.

God! Nick thought now, looking at her.  She's stunning!  Kelly
really was a knockout in her tight gray business suit, the one with
the short skirt, with a ruffled white lace collar at her throat! 
Her face was just lovely, her wide cheekbones tinted with blush,
her huge eyes, her plump red mouth and cute little chin.  Her war
paint she called it, and the innocent beauty she projected had
fooled more than one opposing attorney into underestimating her!  

She was perfect!  Nick suddenly felt so proud of her!  And a surge
of pride in himself too.  He was proud to be her husband, proud
he'd once somehow persuaded this fantastic woman to marry him! 
Proud that despite his ... deficiency he'd just managed to satisfy
her sexually anyhow!  That even under these difficult circumstances
she was still his wife.  This was a new feeling for him, he
realized.  It was real affection.  What he'd thought was affection
earlier had been grudging respect for a worthy antagonist.  This
felt warmer.  His heart warmed to it.

"One more question?" she repeated.   'I know what you want to ask,
Nickie," Kelly said.  Her voice was now kindly.  "You're all edgy
now with this new turn our marriage has taken.  You've been feeling
uncertain about yourself, and with good reason!  And now you're
uncertain about me too, about my past, what I've done, what I do,
what I want.  But can't it wait till tonight?  We really don't have
time now."

Nick had to ask.  "Just this one question, Kelly.  You've mentioned
girls, and ... after Janet and all ... I understand how you feel
about that ... kind of thing.  I'll be glad to ... help out.  It's
marvelous that we've found this new thing.  But you've turned me
upside down!  I don't know what to think any more.  I can't help
wondering about other ... things.  Other intimacies."  He smiled
wryly.  "I mean, you say you've been with girls, before our
marriage and maybe even since.  Have there been ... other kinds of
...?  I mean, have you thought about boys too?  Been with ...?  I
mean, suddenly I find I'm married to a woman of mystery!"

Kelly stood by patiently while Nick floundered.  She seemed to be
enjoying the spectacle.  "I guess you are," she said when he'd
finished.  "We'll talk tonight, baby.  I want to put a very
important proposition to you tonight.  But quickly, yes, it is 
marvelous we've found this new thing, and yes I mean to turn you 
upside down.  As for your question about boys, I've pretty much 
told you about all those I went with before we got married.  
But since you seem to need reassurance I'll address your fears 
about boys right now.  Have I thought about having sex with boys 
since our marriage?  Yes, of course I have.  Every time we quarreled,
and I was furious with you and wondering how to get even.  Have I 
ever done anything about it?  Well, the answer is no, not with boys.
Any other questions?"

Nick had none.  He was sorry he'd asked.  She was right.  He
shouldn't have asked.  Not with so little time, not now.

"Then kiss me goodbye, and I'm off!  No, you remember how from now
on, don't you?"

She just stood there.  Feeling a little foolish, play-acting,
really, Nick dropped to his knees in front of his wife, leaned
forward, and kissed her mound through her tight gray skirt.  

She patted his head affectionately.  "That's my sweet girl," she
said.  "Oh, I'll take the Lexus today.  You won't need it any more. 
Use the Escort."

He glanced up.  Her eyes were half closed.  She seemed unaware that
she'd just called him a girl.  He decided to ignore it.  But what
did she say about the Lexus?  

All through that day he couldn't forget her 'Not with boys.'  What
did that mean?  She'd been having sex with girls but not with boys? 
Then it occurred to him, with men but not with boys?  My God!  
Should he have asked her outright if she'd been unfaithful to him? 
How could he do that?

Finally he decided she was being literal minded, an old lawyer's
trick.  'Not with boys' but she had been having sex with her
husband, with Nick, who was a man.  And that was all it meant.  She
was deliberately provoking him, as so often.  Yes, of course.  Was
that why she asked for the Lexus?  To provoke him further?  No, she
hadn't asked, she'd declared for it.  To assert a new superiority? 
No matter.  Probably it was to impress a special client she'd be
meeting.

That settled, Nick turned to his day's work concentratedly,
speaking to nobody, though all the while an edge of insecurity
persisted.  No one came in to speak to him.  That was odd, usually
his day was filled with all sorts of consultations.  He nodded to
his secretary as he left for the day. "See you tomorrow," he said. 
She just stared back at him.  That was also odd.

It was Nick's turn to bring home dinner that night.  To celebrate
their rediscovered eroticism -- hers anyhow -- he ordered it
delivered from Les Halles, the best restaurant in town, with two
superb wines.  When they were seated and their gourmet feast was
set before them and the delivery waiter had bowed yet again and
left, and their first bottle of wine was empty, and they both felt
relaxed, Nick opened the second bottle and told Kelly how disturbed
he'd been by what she'd said about not having sex with boys,
implying maybe that she'd had sex with men, until he'd realized what
she'd actually meant, that she'd had sex with him.  And he was a man.  

"Mmmmmm," she replied, chewing a small slice of a Chateaubriand,
bleu, in her perfect mouth.  Then silence.  She sliced another
sliver.  Then casually, as she watched her fork stab it, she said,
"Yes.  I meant that too, you're right.  Have you thought about the
other thing I said?  How I want you to be my new Janet when we're
making love?  How utterly perfect it would be if you'd agree to
become my new girl?"

She'd been serious?  That wasn't a slip of the tongue?  "You mean
for me to have oral sex with you from now on, yes, I'd love to.  Of
course."

Kelly stopped chewing and just looked at Nick.  "No, understand me,
sweetheart.  Maybe you don't understand.  I don't know how to say
this, so I'll be direct.  When you kiss me down there, I can't
think of you as a man.  Not when you're doing it, and now that
you've done it, never again.  Not any more.  Not ever.  Because it
isn't manly.  After Janet, after all the girls who've ...
appreciated me down there, I can't help but think that licking my
clit and tongue-fucking my cunt is for girls.  It's what girls do. 
It's feminine.  It's how girls honor each other, their own
distinctive sex, their own femininity.  Because only another girl
can know how it feels!"  

Then she repeated it slowly.  "Now that you've kissed and licked my
cunt, I can't ever think of you as a man again!  It just doesn't
seem manly, Nick, for you to put your face down there!  Not to me! 
It never has.  That's not how I want a man to make love to me! 
That's not how I want a man to come at me when he's aroused!  You
know what it is I like in a man!  A cock so stiff and swollen that
it's frightening.  I want to feel hot blood throbbing in it, every
last heartbeat!  When push comes to shove I want a man who's trying
to take possession of me with it, who thinks that he's staking a
claim on my body by planting his sperm deep inside me.  Anointing
his territory, as it were.  Doing what you used to do, thinking
what you've certainly thought!  And all the while I'm fighting
back.  Because I know that when he's in me I've got him surrounded
and imprisoned, that I'm clamped down on him, that his cock is mine
by right of conquest and I've got him by the balls!  That's what I
want my bed to be when I'm with a man!  A battlefield."  

She paused, obviously looking for the most tactful way to continue. 
"That's what we've had, Nick.  You've been like that.  But you
said it yourself, you just aren't aroused like that any more. 
Those days are over.  Most days you aren't aroused at all, are you? 
Well, for every loss there should be a gain.  The question is, what
do we do about it?" 

Kelly took a deep breath, and then decided to lay it on the line. 

end 2/10
VickieTern@AOL.COM

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