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200 lines
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Reunited
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by Seeker
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As I come out of the gate in the airport I see you up ahead, leaning
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against a wall. My eyes roam over your body. You are looking off to
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the side and haven't seen me yet. My gaze moves down over the loose
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fitting white blouse you are wearing. I can see the outline of the
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white bra underneath. I look down along the curve of your hip, clad in
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tight bluejeans. You look wonderful. You turn, see me, and smile. I
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walk up to you, put my bag down and give you a big hug. You ask me if
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I've had dinner, and I describe the "adventure in a box" the airline
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had so graciously provided me. It's going on ten o'clock, so we decide
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to go directly to a local blues club.
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When we arrive, we sit down at a table in the corner, order a few
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beers, and get caught up on each other's lives. The band is good, but
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not good enough to take my attention off of you. They start into
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"Mustang Sally" and we push our way out onto the small and very
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crowded dance floor. Over the course of the next few songs, we dance
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closer and closer together, until your arms are around my neck and my
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hand are roaming over your back and down to trace the shape of your
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ass. I take your hand and lead you back to the table.
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We sit silently for a while, you leaning back with your head resting
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on my chest. I'm reminded of the day we met on a train to Brussels.
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How we'd booked into a pension because all of the hostels were full.
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How the room had contained only one small bed. We'd spent the evening
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in small pubs trying all kinds of Belgian beer, and had wound up in
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the corner of one, much as we are now, listening to a few locals play
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blues tunes. We'd started walking back to our pension in the rain,
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stopping regularly to explore each other's bodies in alcoves along the
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way. I remember being wet and lost, pressed up against the cold stone
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of a building with your hand stroking my cock through my shorts and my
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lips caressing the nipple you'd freed from it's confinement. We'd
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somehow managed to find our pension, and the bed that had seemed too
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small for two newly acquainted travellers turned out to be just the
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right size.
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You see the distant look in my eyes and ask me what I'm thinking
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about. I tell you, and you bring your lips up into contact with mine.
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I touch your cheek gently and suggest we leave. We drive to your
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apartment listening to some tune I don't recognize. You concentrate on
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the road ahead while I tap out the rhythm of the music on your thigh.
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When we arrive, you open the door and we step inside. I catch your
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hand as it reaches for the light switch and take it in mine. You stand
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before me, softly illuminated by the moonlight coming in through the
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window. I press you against the wall and we kiss, first gently and
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then with increasing passion. My lips feel the hardness of your teeth
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and then the soft wetness of your tongue as it begins to probe. Our
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hands are moving freely now, mine tracing your spine from your neck to
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the small of your back, yours grasping my ass and pulling me toward
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you. I break off the kiss slowly, brush my lips across your cheek, and
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take your earlobe into my mouth. I trace around the edge of your
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earring, and bite gently. I feel the hotness of your breath on my
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neck, quick and uneven. My mouth moves down and I kiss the hollow of
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your neck. Your skin is warm and smooth against my lips and tongue.
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I grasp your hips and trade places with you so that my back is now to
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the wall. I slowly turn you so that you are facing away from me and
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pull you back against me, my hardness pressing against you through our
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jeans. I lean forward and speak softly into your ear.
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"Do you want me to touch you?"
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You nod, but I'm not satisfied with your response. "Tell me."
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"Touch me," you reply, and I begin caressing your hips and stomach.
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My hands move slowly up your front until they rest just below the
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swell of your chest. Again, I wisper in your ear. "Do you want me to
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touch your breasts?"
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"Yes." Your reply comes more urgently this time.
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I pause for a while and then speak. "Yes what?"
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"Yes, touch my breasts," comes your reply. Slowly my hands move upward
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to cup your breasts and you press your body backward against mine. My
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fingers circle your nipples and I feel them becoming erect through the
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fabric of your blouse and bra. You are breathing more quickly now.
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Your hands reach back to grasp my hips, but I reach down and remove
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them. Slowly, I pull your blouse out from where it is tucked into your
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jeans. Once it's free, I bring my hands back up underneath to feel
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your breasts through just your bra. Again, your hands move back to
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hold me, and again I remove them. You look back at me, confused, but
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relax as I place my hands on your hips and move them down and inward
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ever so slightly. Your reaction comes immediately.
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"Yes!"
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"Yes what?"
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"Touch me there!"
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"Where?" I'm determined to be difficult.
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You grab my hands, trying to place them where you want them to be, but
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I wont let you. Your frustration excites me, and I repeat my request.
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"Touch you where?"
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"Touch my...my pussy."
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Hearing your request excites me even more, and I am more than happy to
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oblige. I trace along the outside of your legs down to your knees and
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then turn inward and begin slowly moving my hands up the inside of
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your thighs. I feel your body stiffen against me as my hands proceed
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upward. When I reach the top of your thighs, I pause, and then begin
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moving my hands down again.
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"No! Don't tease me!"
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I ignore your complaint, and keep moving down. Suddenly, I slide one
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hand up between your legs and pull you back against me. Your back
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arches and your head pushes back against my shoulder as I caress your
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pussy through your jeans. Even with the barrier, your clit is getting
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enough stimulation that you begin to gyrate your pelvis against my
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hand. And then I stop.
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"Don't..." you begin, but stop as I again move you around so that you
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are against the wall and facing me. I kiss you hard as I reach up
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under your blouse and move my hands over your bare back. I trace along
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the back of your bra, and then undo the clasp. It is strapless, and
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drops away. I take my hands out from under your blouse and cup your
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breasts from the outside. The feeling is wonderful -- I can feel every
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detail clearly through the thin, silky material. You moan softly as I
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run a nipple between my fingers. I move my head down and replace my
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fingers with my lips, biting down gently. Your moans are more
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pronounced now. I silence them with a deep kiss. I kiss down your neck
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until I'm stopped by the first button on your blouse. I unbutton it,
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and continue. After conquering another button, I pull the material to
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the side to expose a breast. I kiss it, my lips touching flesh for the
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first time without obstruction. I suck in the nipple, circling it with
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my tongue, and then let it go. Ignoring your protests, I return to
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the buttons. Two more undone and your belly button stares me in the
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eye. I kiss it gently and proceed.
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When no buttons remain, I stand and observe my handiwork, my hands
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resting on bare flesh just above your hips. You look beautiful with
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your blouse hanging slightly open and half of each breast visible. You
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smile and reach for the first button on my shirt, but I turn your
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hands away. I ignore your questioning look, and begin to undo your
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belt. I pull it loose and let it fall to the floor next to your bra. I
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kneel down before you and kiss your bare stomach. Again I begin to
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stroke your inner thighs. The crotch of your jeans is slightly moist
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and my cock stiffens as I smell your scent. I undo the button and
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slowly lower the zipper. Your scent is much stronger now, and as I get
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the zipper all the way down, I see that your white panties are very
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wet. I lower your jeans down over your hips and down your legs. You
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step out of the unwanted clothing and stand before me dressed only in
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your open blouse and panties.
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Again you reach to begin to unbutton my shirt, but I stop you once
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more, shaking my head. I nestle my head between your legs and kiss
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your thigh. I look at your pussy through the window of your panties,
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made translucent by your wetness. Your lips and the surrounding hair
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are clearly outlined. I kiss you through the fabric, tasting your
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sweetness. Your grasp my head to pull me to you, but I gently move
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your hands away. I remove your panties, placing them on the growing
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pile of clothing on the floor, and stand. I lower your blouse over
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your shoulders, take it off, and then step a few paces back. You stand
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completely naked before me. I remain fully clothed. I gaze over your
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body, taking it all in, and speak.
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"How does it feel stand naked in front of me? Exposed? Vulnerable?"
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My question seems to make you suddenly uncomfortable. You nod, and
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being to move your hands as if to cover yourself. I intercept them,
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and take you in my arms, your naked body pressing against my clothing.
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I kiss you softly, and take your hand, leading you into the bedroom.
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You lie back on the bed and I sit at your feet facing you. I grasp
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your ankles and pull you toward me, spreading your legs. As your legs
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move apart, your pussy lips separate and I gaze into your depths. You
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fondle your breasts as you wait, anticipating what I will do next.
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"I want to watch you come."
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You look seem unsure of what I mean, so I take your hand and place it
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gently on your sex. You gaze at me with a look of uncertainty and
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embarrassment, but I smile back at you and start slowly stroking your
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thigh. You begin to move your fingers around the edge of your pussy.
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You are hesitant at first, but soon the sensations overcome your
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modesty. Your fingers find your clit and begin moving over it in
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rhythmic circles. I look up at your face and you look directly back at
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me as you pleasure yourself. Your gaze is piercing and powerful. As
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your level of arousal increases, your eyes gradually seem to lose
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their focus until it seems you are totally unaware of my presence.
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Your breathing quickens, and as you near your peak, your face begins
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contorting as if you are wincing in pain. You let out a series of
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quick whimpers, and then you come. Your body stiffens, and your face
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seems to freeze, I see your sex contract and your eyelids flutter.
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Then your whole body relaxes and your breathing slows. Your eyes
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open, and you look at me. I lean over and kiss you, taking your face
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in my hands and brushing your sweaty hair back from over your eyes. I
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stand, remove my clothes, and join you on the bed.
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