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Deadpool : Evolution 1.
"You'll never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy,"
muttered Deadpool in an English accent.
"Hmmm?" asked Terry from her seat next to him, confused,"Why
are ye putting on that silly voice, Wade?"
"I might well ask you the same question, my lass," returned
Deadpool with injured pride, he'd always thought he did a pretty good
Alec Guiness, although these crazy kids today were more likely to think
he was doing Ewen McGregor.
"Oh Wade, don't be so daft," Terry chuckled, snuggling up to his
shoulder.
Deadpool took this opportunity to sit up a little straighter and
cough loudly, hopefully drawing attention to the fact that the sexy Irish
red-head was snuggling up to HIM!
But that was the least surprising thing to be seen in their current
location.
They were sitting in the huge waiting room of Landau, Luckman &
Lake, waiting to see Zoe Culloden, who was apparently an Expediter. Terry
didn't know what that meant, and suspected that Wade didn't either,
although he would never admit to that.
All about them strange looking aliens were wandering here and
there, some yelling at bored looking alien receptionists who seemed more
interesting in painting their nails, or whatever passed for nails on their
bodies. On one particularly large alien, what passed for her nails
appeared to be her nipples, an image Wade would rather forget, except
he kept bringing it up.
"Hey, check it out!" snapped Wade, sitting up suddenly as he
spied a familiar looking figure,"I knew that dude wasn't dead!"
"Who?" asked Terry, who was being surprisingly calm about this
whole situation. Then again, when you came from an alternate Universe
where everybody and everything you knew was either dead or trying to kill
you, and you were now living in a world where you could get excited about
swimming in the Hudson River, not much could faze you.
"Over there," said Wade, pointing at a skinny looking man on a
couch across from them, who seemed to be pointedly looking everywhere
but at them,"That's Marty Feldman, or I'm one of a handful of survivors
of a grossly corrupt Canadian Superhero Creation Program."
"But Wade, ye are...."
He stood up and crossed over to where the skinny man sat, now
looking with great interest at his own feet.
"Hey, Marty, Marty, I loved you in Young Frankenstein, dude, that
whole thing with the 'what hump' and 'I-Gor' is classic stuff man, just
classic."
'Marty's' face came up suddenly and he stared at Wade with huge,
bulging eyes, his lower lip wrapped over his upper. His entire body
seemed to tremble as he stared at Wade seemingly in absolute and total
terror.
"Marty, Marty, calm down," whispered Wade, stepping back and
raising his palms to show he was (relatively) unarmed,"So you didn't
like Young Frankenstein, I can understand, I hear Mel Brooks can be a
real slave driver, and that Gene Wilder strikes me as a sadist if ever I
saw one, look what he did to Richard Pry...."
'Marty's' head exploded.
"Oh fuck!" gasped Wade.
"WADE!!" cried Terry, sitting up in shock.
"Oh shit, I killed Marty Feldman!" gasped Deadpool, looking
about in fear of accusing glares, but everyone just went about their
business as if nothing had happened.
A hand tapped him on the shoulder and Wade twisted around, staring
in shock as several tall men with guns and armor stared down at him.
"Man! Did you see that, clear suicide, man, guy ate a grenade or
something, I didn't even talk to him or nothing!"
"Please come with us, sir," said the lead man, not even looking
at the twitching, headless body of the skinny 'Marty'.
"I'm just a sap, dude, it was the One-Armed Man, some dude under
a grassy knoll or something."
"This is a travesty, you're only doing this because I'm black!"
"Wade, stop being daft," muttered Terry, moving up
beside him,"Yer no more black than I'm a green skinned Martian."
"Hey!" grunted a purple skinned Martian, who had just sat down
beside what was left of 'Marty',"A little less Xenophobia over here,
please."
"Please come with us, sir," repeated the lead man, and this time
Wade went along, followed closely by Terry.
The purple Martian started to read his paper, then turned to
Marty's headless body.
"Want to read a section?"
'Marty' held up his hands to indicate no, and the purple Martian
continued to read his paper.
"Culloden, I was framed!" snapped Deadpool,"I.... hey, you're
a woman!"
"What did you expect from someone called Zoe?" asked Zoe dryly,
arching an eyebrow behind her pink shades.
"Not a bodysuit that tight, that's for sure," replied Deadpool,
then made a light purring noise. Terry slapped him on the shoulder and
he stopped.
"Hello, Wilson, remember me?" asked a voice, and Deadpool looked
up into the shadows from beside Zoe's desk. A well built black man
stepped out, he wore a leg brace and had a Band-Aid on his nose, which for
a moment brought unpleasant memories to Deadpool's mind before
he remembered where he'd met this man before.
"Noah? How's the nose."
"Crooked," muttered Noah,"Thanks to you."
The previous year, Deadpool had been suckered into almost blowing
up a gamma core reactor as a test by Noah and his associate. Deadpool
and his pal Weasel had then found a way to knock out the phase shifter
Noah used to remain untouchable and Deadpool had then proceeded to beat
the living shit out of the man after surprising him at the Statue Of
Liberty.
"What happened to that tasty lady friend of yours, Noah old boy?
After I kicked your ass did she come looking for me? You should join
Charles Atlas, man, get yourself buff with dynamic tension...."
"WILSON!" snapped Zoe Culloden,"Cut the verbal diarrhea already!"
"Woah! Whhippuhhh, Noah! She got you on a short leash, don't
she!"
"I was the 'tasty lady' at the Statue," she snapped,"I'm not
surprised you don't remember me, since you spent all the small time we
spent talking looking at my chest."
"Heheh," chuckled Deadpool, scratching the back of his head,"I
thought I recognized that rack."
"Wade!" snapped Terry.
"All that is unimportant, Wilson," muttered Culloden,"I want you
to listen to what I'm about to say, and for once in your life I want you
to be serious!"
"When Noah and I..."
"Note the grammar, darling?" Wade whispered into Terry's
ear. Zoe sighed, then continued.
"We were testing with you when we sent you to blow up the Gamma
Core Reactor. After you stopped it exploding, you'd passed, you'd proved
you were the 'Chosen One' that our Precog's had predicted would bring
about global peace and prosperity."
She paused to see if Deadpool would be impressed by this, and
indeed, he seemed taken aback... and then he burst out laughing.
"Chosen One! Global Peace and Prosperity! What Z-Grade Writer
wrote this script!!"
Zoe sat fuming as Deadpool laughed, and laughed, and laughed... and
laughed some more.
"Finished?" she asked at last.
"Yeah, hehe, sorry," chuckled Deadpool, wiping an imaginary tear
from his mask.
"After you beat up Noah, our Precog's all suffered a terrible
neural shock which we now know was a result of the birth of a creature
named Onslaught. All but one died, and he remained in a coma for months,
useless to us, the information we desperately relied on to run this section
of Landau, Luckman & Lake gone."
"Onslaught? He was the big bad dude that wanted to rule the world
right? sorry, Zoe, but I can't take all the credit for beating that big
galoot, I had a smidgen of help from every ferschlugginer hero that ever
existed."
"Onslaught was not the threat, but it did somehow divert whatever
terror was coming that you were Chosen to defeat. When our last Precog
came back online, he said the threat had passed, but that you were still
needed, that it was vital you and your... lady friend be brought to see
us on this date."
"And?" asked Deadpool.
"And?"
"And now what? Me and the lady friend are here, now what do you
want from us?"
"Lady friend?" asked Terry,"What's that supposed to mean, then?"
"Now? Now we see Monty."
Monty was a horror.
"Who stole the poor bastard's skin!" gasped Deadpool.
"Please, Wilson," muttered Noah, wincing,"Monty is very sensitive
to his Skin-Deficiency-Syndrome."
"I'm not surprised!" grunted Wade,"Some bastard took my skin, I'd
be sensitive too!"
"Uhhhh, Wilson," gasped a croaking, dry voice. Deadpool narrowed
his eyes behind his mask as the emaciated, skinless... thing.... sat up
with some effort from it's sterilized computer console, through which
it attached to the whole computer system and was feed nutrients and huge
amounts of information which it then sorted and used to make
it's predictions,"Ever the wit, I agree, I do look like an extra from
Night Of The Living Dead."
"Hey!" grunted Wade,"I never said that.... yet."
"Of course not, but you were about to, just as you're right
now planning to make a joke about Noah's nose, perhaps call him Noseah?"
Noah's eyes narrowed and Terry let out a nervous laugh, very
uncomfortable to be in a room with this... thing.
"Ahhh, Teresa O'Rourke!" cried Monty, startling the beautiful
red-head,"How lovely you are, welcome to our Universe, are you enjoying
yourself here?"
"Wh... what?" she gasped,"How do you know about where I come
from?"
"My dear, I know everything," chuckled Monty,"Or rather, I can
predict everything to within a reasonable margin of error."
"Then predict this," growled Wade,"How much...."
"Seven," replied Monty.
Wade was momentarily taken aback.
"We don't have time for all this back and forth," Zoe
muttered,"Monty, tell them."
"I had you brought here because a terrible mistake has occurred,
and the world is in danger once again."
"When ain't it, call in The Avengers," muttered Deadpool,"I'm
retired and enjoying the good life in Ireland. We even get the odd IRA
Bombing in the little village we live near, just for a little excitement
every now and then, you know."
Monty nodded at Noah, who flicked a switch and activated
a monitor.
"Aw man, I hope this ain't a bootleg of Star Wars, Lucas will
have all our asses," muttered Wade uneasily.
"Patience, Wilson."
On screen, an image of The Avengers appeared, being beaten on
by a bunch of blond haired guys in togas.
"Monty, Monty, Monty," muttered Deadpool, shaking his head,"I've
seen this one, National Lampoon's Superhero Sorority right? You shouldn't
let the ladies be seeing this, unless maybe you're hoping to get a little
three on two action going here? Sorry, my lady doesn't rub that way."
"You're closer than you think, Wilson," chuckled Monty, nodding
at Noah again, who flicked another switch.
This time the image was of three of The Avengers - Scarlet Witch,
Warbird and Firestar - being raped by five of the men who had been fighting
The Avengers.
"Oh man," muttered Deadpool,"That's some bad shit."
"About to get badder," said Monty,"You see, those were computer
mock-ups of predictions I made after recovering from the neural shock of
Onslaught's birth. But half an hour before you arrived, those events
actually did happen, which lifts the possibility of my other predictions
also coming true."
"Other predictions?"
"Those 'National Lampoons' of yours are calling themselves Fellows
Of The Physical Discipline, and are working in conjunction with others
calling themselves Fellows of The Mental Discipline to take over the world,
simply because they truly believe they deserve to. They will conquer
everything in their path and ravage it in one way or the other. The men
will fight each other for the right to live, the woman they find beautiful
will be theirs to take whenever they please. Their plans for
the Super-Heroes they defeat is to make them their personal slaves, this
is their idea of a great honor."
"What the hell does this have to do with me?" growled Deadpool.
"I've run the numbers, Wilson," said Monty, his face stretched
into a permanent grin by his atrophied muscles and lack of skin,"Once
this scenario begins, the possibility of humanity defeating these Fellows
is so low as to be almost negligible. Anyone who joins in the fight will
fall before them, either dying or becoming their slaves. And whether
you chose to fight or hide, they would get to you eventually."
"And being a sad, sadistic son of a bitch, you thought you'd
tell us this?" muttered Wade.
"Actually, being a sad, lonely son of a test-tube," corrected
Monty,"I've come to value those who have befriended me, even if they never
actually did."
"Huh?" asked Wade, Zoe and Noah at the same time. Zoe and Noah
exchanged worried glances, this wasn't going as had been scripted out.
"You see, if things had happened along the lines of my original
predictions, you would have eventually befriended me Wade, you would have
taken me to Atlantic City and crippled Batroc The Leaper, just for me...
and I think maybe a little because he's French."
"Monty...." started Noah, but The Precog cut him off with a
harsh swipe of his arm.
"But that didn't happen, and I've watched you become happy with
Terry, and I couldn't stand the thought of that being taken away from
you."
"This isn't what you said, Monty...." growled Zoe.
"You'll get your predictions, Culloden," muttered Monty,"Once
I get what I want."
"You're a freaky little zombie/fortune teller, aren't
you, Monty?" muttered Wade.
"This Facility contains a number of what are known as
Warp Chambers, and one of these will lead you to a small Space Station
where an account filled with a great deal of money can be found at the
Station Bank. After that, you and Terry can go wherever you want to."
"Monty, you have neither the authority, nor the...."
"Expediter, you're going to want my predictions very soon, so I
suggest you be quiet and let me finish."
Zoe was startled into silence by this completely unexpected
admonishment by someone whom she'd always considered as property, rather
than as a person.
"The Earth is doomed, for real?" asked Wade quietly.
"The possibility of Earth being saved to any positive extent
are less than negligible, Wade," replied Monty,"In fact, would you like
to see the most likely outcome if you return to Earth?"
"Ahhh, no," Wade replied uneasily.
"Of course you don't," replied Monty,"So I'm going to show you."
Unbidden, without Noah flicking any switches, an image appeared
on the monitors.
Wade stared in shock as he saw himself being pounded again and
again by a massively muscled blond man inside a large amphitheater filled
with thousands of similar looking men, all with blond hair and blues eyes
with varying muscle and body types. All wore togas and chanted
in appreciation as Deadpool tried to fight back, but was eventually lifted
above his opponents head and smashed down onto his knee, his back smashing
with a sick, crunching noise. Terry let out a little scream as she saw
this happen, a scream echoed much louder by the appearing image on-screen
of Terry, dressed in sheer rags that left nothing to the imagination.
Wade's opponent roared out a blood curdling scream of victory
that was echoed approvingly by the crowds, and he moved forward, ripping
away Terry's clothes, exposing her naked body and throwing her to the
ground, ripping away his own loin cloth and....
The image faded.
"I'm deliberately trying to scare you, Wade," said Monty
sadly,"Because that's the best you can hope for if you return to Earth,
I checked all possible extrapolations of the future and that. was. the.
best. one."
"Ginchy," snapped Wade,"Just. freaking. ginchy."
"Now Noah," snapped Monty,"You take Wade and Terry to Warp Chamber
7 Alpha, and I'll tell Zoe just what she needs to know."
Noah twisted his head and glanced at Zoe, not quite knowing
what to do.
"Do it, Noah," she muttered, glaring at Monty with a mixture of
anger and disbelief,"Let the rats desert the ship."
"Squeak," replied Wade darkly, then slid his arm around Terry's
shoulders and followed Noah out of the room.
"Is it true, Monty?" Zoe asked once the door closed behind the
Merc-With-A-Mouth and his girlfriend,"Is the Earth doomed?"
"Without a doubt, Zoe," replied Monty sadly.
"DAMMIT, MONTY!" she screamed,"Why didn't you tell me!"
"Because I knew you'd try to stop it," he replied sadly,"And I
couldn't let that happen, because then this would have happened to you."
Again, unbidden, an image appeared on the monitors.
On the screen, Zoe was flung over her desk, her tight Expediter's
Uniform ripped open, her breasts swinging up and down and hard, harsh
grunts escaping her parted lips as she was fucked hard by a sneering
man who looked similar to the one she'd seen kill Wade in Monty's other
prediction.
"That's bullshit, I'd kill anyone who tried that shit!"
"I hope you don't get the chance to prove it," he
replied sadly,"Because you have five minutes to get to a Warp Chamber and
escape yourself, because The Fellowship Of The Physical Discipline are
coming."
"What? What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"The new threat to humanity is, in turn, looking for threats
to itself. Via their allies in the so-called Mental Discipline, they
have discovered that Landau, Luckman and Lake have a Branch Office sitting
just sideways of their dimensional location... this Office. They consider
this a threat, and have sent a strikeforce to take the main access point
and strategic units to take vital locations here. They plan to hold the
Office long enough for their Fellow's to defeat the heroes of Earth, then
destroy this Branch Office and all the staff and customers they find here."
"Impossible," laughed Zoe cynically,"I don't care how powerful
they are, our Security is...."
"Useless," interupted Monty,"Observe."
Again an image filled the screen, this time showing the main
waiting area, the main access point to this Branch Office where the
mercenaries, staff and others would come to make their appointments.
Usually filled with a multitude of alien beings, now the room was
smashed and burning, while ten men blasted the survivors again and again
with bio-kinetic bursts flaring from their hands.
"What is this? Another computer generated image?"
"Sadly, no, this is happening right now."
"WHAT!?!" gasped Zoe, watching the deaths of the collected aliens
and others, and the subsequent rape of the surviving receptionists when
the room had been secured. Somehow they knew the access codes to cut of
the Main Warp Chamber in the waiting room and the access points to the
interior of The Branch Office,"How did they get in? How can they do this?"
"Their telepaths have more collective raw power than anything I've
ever faced," replied Monty,"They're easily over-riding the telepathic
alarms installed in the Facility, they've taken excellent advantage of
the loss of the other Precogs, and right now they believe their Fellow's
Of The Physical Discipline have taken the Facility unawares."
"What about you, Monty?" Zoe asked, trying to ignore the cries of
pleasure coming from the women being raped on the monitor,"How come they've
let you see all this?"
"Because for all their raw power, they lack subtlety and skill
for now," he explained,"Although they learn quickly, I've been able to
use the telepathic safeguards installed into the old Precog's cybernetic
links to hide my presence from them so far, they think that I remained
comatose after Onslaught's birth."
"Dammit, Monty, we could have used that against them!" Zoe snapped
angrily,"You're responsible for all this!"
"You think I didn't consider that possibility, Zoe?"
Monty responded, his voice almost pleading,"I'm a Precog, I examined the
potential timelines and they all ended in disaster. This Facility is
finished, The Earth is finished, and we have to accept that!"
"Screw you, Monty!" she growled,"I don't give up!"
She twisted about and stormed from the room angrily.
Monty sighed.
"Zoe, why'd you have to walk out THAT door?"
Zoe rushed down the corridor, more than ready to grab a gun,
blast her way into the lobby and blow all the raping, murdering bastards
to hell.
Unfortunately she was so angry at Monty and so determined to
prove him wrong that she didn't keep an eye out for danger, and less
than a minute after she'd left The Precog's room she was blindsided by
a Fellow Of The Physical Discipline.
"Globus conquers all," chuckled the half-mad Fellow who frightened
even some of his allies in The Physical Discipline,"Globus conquer you."
He chuckled some more as he leaned down and began to tear Zoe's
skin-tight uniform from her unconscious body.
"Where the hell is Zoe?" muttered Noah, standing at the entrance
to The Warp Chamber corridors, which had inexplicably locked moments before
they'd arrived. Noah felt Wade was to blame for this, since he'd insisted
on stopping to check every room, office and broom closet so he could 'track
down that Elvis once and for all.'
"Tell her to hurry up, Noseah," squeaked Wade in what he felt was
a fairly good imitation of a rat, albeit a six foot plus rat with a well
defined body, a hot Irish girlfriend and lethal weapons and arms training.
"What the hell is she doing?" Noah muttered to himself,"Typical
Zoe, always thinking of herself."
Globus braced himself and pushed forward, his cockhead slowly
sinking slowly into Zoe Culloden's virgin anus. Although unconscious,
she winced slightly as she felt her rear end opened by his thick penis,
the tightness of her anal passage was incredible, and he moaned happily
as he pushed into her, his body adapting and creating lubrication to
allow his meat to move further and further into her ass.
Zoe's rectal muscles automatically clenched tight, even unconscious
she was still fighting him, trying to prevent him from invading her asshole
any further.
But Globus, who impressed even The Elder Fellows with his stubborn
refusal to ever give in, would not be denied. With applied effort and
more lubrication sweating from the pores of his cockshaft, he slid more
of his large cock into her nether-hole. She squeezed his cock like a vice,
her asshole automatically clenching down, Zoe groaning in pain as her
rectum was penetrated, her virgin asshole being raped by one of the enemy's
she'd been on her way to fight.
The sensation of being buried inside of Zoe's anus was driving
Globus' body and mind wild with pleasure, he grunted and snorted in
happiness as Zoe's body finally relented and relaxed, her asshole slightly
loosening and putting up no more than the normal, natural resistance. His
manic grin was even wider than usual as he worked to fuck The Expediter's
asshole, stretching the ring of her rectum near breaking point, succeeding
in getting over half of his penis into Zoe Culloden's asshole. The
Expediter whined lightly, her body attuning to the feel of cock up her
asshole, the pheromones Globus was pumping into the air causing conflicting
feelings in her body. Her anal rape hurting, but the endorphins her body
was flooding her nervous system with putting her on a high, waking her
up into feelings of euphoria and pleasure.
Globus was not a patient man by any means, he wanted physical
pleasure and dominance whenever he could get it, as soon as possible,
and to have taken it as slow as he had was remarkable for him. He pulled
back slightly and then rammed ahead full thrust, popping Zoe's asshole
wide with one savage lunge, driving his cock the rest of the way into
her still tight anus. Zoe came fully awake at last, crying out in surprise
as her asshole was violated unexpectedly, her body feeling strangely light
and flushed with euphoria. What was going on? What was happening? Why
not just go with it?
He thrust into her until his thighs touched her ass cheeks,
laughing wildly with pleasure as he buried his cock inside of her asshole.
Then, with an animalistic cry of victory, Globus started fucking her ass,
slamming into The Expediter's rear over and over again.
Zoe's body shook from the force of his enthusiastic pounding,
disgusting herself as she whimpered in a mixture of pain and pleasure as
she was sodomized. Globus fucked in and out of her asshole with cruel
abandon, loving the fact that he was butt-fucking the hot blond woman,
that she was powerless to stop him. He was her superior, and she was his
now, HIS!
Her anus gripped his cock tightly as he slammed forward against
her firm asscheeks, drilling her ass excitedly. Her costume was torn
and rent, exposing her ass and thighs entirely, letting her tits hang
free. He cupped her shaven pussy with one rough hand, squeezing her
cuntmound and rubbing her clit as he gripped her hip and fucked in and out
of her asshole with more and more force.
Zoe grunted and moved her ass around onto his cock, her mind
totally lost in a haze of pheromones and endorphins. She'd forgotten
Monty, Deadpool and Noah, forgotten Monty's predictions, forgotten The
Fellows Of The Physical Discipline.
Globus pumped her ass harder and harder, loving the feel of her
grinding her ass back on his cock. She shoved backward against his fucking
cock, humping back and forth on the floor of the corridor to meet his
strong thrusts. She was hissing and moaning pleasure, twisting her
pelvis, beginning to cry out as an orgasm approached her. She cried out
as she pumped her ass back against him, letting him drive his cock deeper
and deeper into her white hot rectum. She moaned and cried with passion
and begged for more, wanting the pleasure to continue, to enjoy the hot
feel of cock ramming up her asshole.
"UGH! Yes! Fuck it! Fuck my ass! FUCK IT!!!!" she cried wantonly,
orgasming as for the first time in her life she felt a cock ramming into
her asshole.... and she liked it! She didn't want this feeling to stop,
she'd forgotten all about anything else and just wanted this feeling to
continue forever. She was enjoying getting her asshole reamed, she wanted
Globus to continue drilling her ass.
Zoe Culloden came again and again, crying out in pleasure as her
tits pressed firmly along the smooth floor of the corridor, ramming her
rounded ass back again and again against his thrusting hips.
Globus growled low in his throat and suddenly his cock seemed
to be swelling and growing inside of her ass, building with pressure
before seeming to explode deep inside of her anal passage as he came
hard, shooting his sperm deep into her bowels, fucking her ass as he came
deep into her butt.
"Oh fuck!" gasped Zoe in shock, totally blown away by
the overwhelming sensations over-riding her pleasure centers.
She collapsed to the floor, arms and legs akimbo, a cock deep inside of
her ass and fingers buried deep inside of her dripping, gushing cunt.
Globus grunted happily, the gripped her ass firmly and pulled
back with some effort, his cock pulling free from her butthole with a
firm, wet slurping noise. His cock was glistening with the lubrication
his cockshaft had created to make fucking her asshole easier and more
enjoyable for them both.
He stood up and stared down at her half naked body, her asshole
seeming to wink lewdly at him, stretched open wider than usual, looking
well fucked.
"My bitch," he chuckled,"All mine, no one else's!"
A gasping noise alerted him to the presence of someone new,
looking up sharply he spied a beautiful, pale-skinned red head staring
at the scene before her in shock.
"Pussy!" grunted Globus, who had just screwed a blonde's ass and
now felt like some red-head pussy.
He bounded towards her and she sped around the corner, screaming
in terror, exciting Globus as his superiority and virility were somehow
validated by her fear.
He pulled around the corner, already thinking about the feel of
her cunt around his cock, sucking him back in as he sucked on her tits
and rammed in and out of her.
He stopped short, a gun barrel planted firmly against his left
eye.
"Boo," said Deadpool, and pulled the trigger.
End Deadpool : Evolution 1.
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