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 Daddy's In Love - Chapter 5 (Mg, Mgg, Mf, Fb, FFb, Fb+, inc, rom, oral,
anal, preg, ws, blackmail) By Cactus
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   Dan was in heaven as his child rested in his arms.  Looking around her
room and seeing her stuffed animals and toys made it all the more special
to him knowing they were becoming true lovers here.  There was no better
place to take her from childhood to womanhood than in the tiny bedroom he
had worked so hard on for her joy.  As he felt her warm breath on his
shoulder he pondered their future and how they could carry out their
destiny without Linda knowing.  Dan hated to think they would have to wait
and sneak sex but felt they would find a way.  He knew Linda slept like a
rock, so during the night he could sneak in here and they could kiss and
pet but little more.  He also knew that he wanted all of her firsts with
him to be in the comfort and safety of her tiny, cozy bedroom - yet crazily
he thought of the ultimate show of love.  What if his darling began to
envision herself as his new wife?  Surely it was a possibility as they grew
deeper in love.  He did have sexual needs that Linda refused to meet.  She
seldom fucked and a blowjob was like the ultimate gift of all!  Anal, he
remembered her saying often, was for male convicts.  Yet somehow he knew
the young child in his arms would disagree - which brought him back to
their future.  If Jen began to think of him as her husband she would
eventually want to consummate this completely.  Dan swallowed hard as he
considered this ultimate act.  Could he father a child in his own daughter?
Could he inseminate her womb consensually, and if so, at what age?  He
quickly set that thought away.  There was plenty of time to worry about
that.  It was an exciting thought though, and he had mentally decided that
if that was to be it would not happen in her room.  He would impregnate his
child on the bed she was conceived on, and if need be, Linda could watch or
get out.

   His large hand was softly caressing the valley of Jennifer's back along
the impossibly smooth plane just before the rise of her boyish little butt.
He saw how firm her tiny ass was from her gymnastics and found himself lost
again in admiration of her perfect little body.  Dan wondered how many
other men found beauty in preteen girls and if others adored the simple
lines before womanhood took their charms away.  Sure, he liked tits and a
figure, like all men his age, but nothing was as lovely in his eyes as a
girl Jen and her friends' ages.  They were innocent and pure and chaste at
this stage before they began to grow breasts and hips and hair.  Such a
perfect fuck toy he was thinking as she stirred in his embrace.  He felt
her tiny lips on his ear as she kissed him tenderly.  Cuddling closer, she
ran her slender fingers through the hair on his chest and began to
absentmindedly play with one of his nipples.  Dan sighed at her gentle
touch and cupped her firm young butt lovingly.

   They lay silently together lost in thought for a few moments when Jenny
whispered in his ear.

   "Daddy, did your balls fill again?  Do you think you have another cum
yet dad?"

   The handsome child lover smiled to himself at her anxiousness, loving
the attention that should be paid to his perfect cock.  His daughter was
beginning to worship it the way her mother should have, the way she used
to, he thought, and attributed it to the possibility that it was because it
had fathered her.  She knew now that the stuff that came out was the sperm
that planted her in her mom and had a fitting reverence for it.  Her warm
fingers were slyly trailing down his tummy now, burrowing below the
thickening hairs as they neared his musky genitals.  Dan automatically
opened his legs, yearning for the feathery touch of his child's curious
fingertips as they explored his daughter-making cock and balls again.  He
kissed the top of her head and answered, "Bunny, I think they are almost
full again.  Maybe in a minute you can weigh them.  Do you remember how
heavy they were last time, pumpkin?"

   Jenny sat up and grinned ear to ear.  The child was thrilled to be able
to answer correctly and proud of her new found knowledge.  "Oh yeah, daddy.
I don't know how many, like, pounds they were but I remember how heavy they
were.  Umm...kinda...kinda as heavy as...ah..."

   She looked quickly around the small bedroom and suddenly pointed.  "The
balls were as heavy as that dad!"

   A thrill ran through him as he looked at one of the larger of her old
Beanie Babies.  He had to admit to himself that he was a heavy cummer after
all and it was certainly not lost on the youngster.  Now if only she would
tell all her friends at school that her daddy's balls weighed as much as
`Slinky the Snake' he would have it made.  Or go to prison.  He laughed
softly and spread his legs wider as her pretty fingernails scratched the
dense hairs above his expanding root.

   "You make them full babygirl.  Now that they are filled up again what
was your hurry?" he asked hopefully.

   Jenny was now fondling that foreskin she was so fascinated with and he
saw a concerned look on her face.  The little girl knew what she wanted to
ask him, but she was unsure and bashful about it, so he prodded her in a
warm, fatherly tone.  "Bunny was there something you wanted to say?  Don't
be ashamed, darling, to ask daddy anything at all."

   Her fingers pulled nervously at his foreskin, tugging the long snout
well beyond the seeping pisshole.  Her eyes glanced his way again but she
was embarrassed to look in his eyes.  In a barely audible voice she stated,
"Daddy you know in that book we had with the pictures?"

   "Yes honey...mmm your hands are so soft."

   "Well...there were these pictures of girls and...and they had the mans
thing actually in their mouth!  Did mom ever do that to you dad?"

   Dan laughed.  "Not often enough, sweetie."

   Jenny looked more confused, so Dan explained.  "Hon, men like daddy love
when a girl does that and most girls love doing that for men."

   "Really, daddy?  I wanna put your thing in my mouth.  I don't know if I
can fit a lot of your cock though." She was becoming more excited at the
prospect of sucking like the grownups in the pictures now, "And daddy,
maybe you can teach me that trick?" She looked in his eyes with glee
waiting for a reply.

   "Um...what trick darling?"

   The preteen nymph surveyed the growing cock in her hand.  Already the
head had expanded to a thickness wider than her wrist and was rapidly
lengthening to its ready state of eleven strutted inches and she swallowed
rapidly several times in fear.  Bravely, she sputtered it out anyway,
knowing it was an almost certain impossibility.  "Well...we saw this girl
and...and the man had his thing...his cock into her throat dad!  Can you
believe it?"

   Dan looked down at his unholy cock that dwarfed the child's head and
imagined what it would be like to feel her buttery esophagus undulating
rhythmically along his fuck-cartilage.  He felt his incestuous balls
churning in fuck-lust at the vision of her neck bulging out with prick. 
"Oh bunny...um...no one's been able to ever do that to your father, hon. 
Why don't we just start with what fits in your mouth without much trouble
for now.  I'm sure daddy will love the feeling and we can try and push more
in every time.  Ok hon?"

   The charming tot nodded and smiled happily and licked her sexy full red
lips.  "Oh goody, dad!  Dang is Heather ever gonna be jealous now!  I got a
boyfriend and she doesn't, plus I know all about balls and sperm and pretty
soon I'll be a cocksucker!  Now how do you want me dad?  You want me on my
knees like in the pictures or you want me to crawl down `tween your legs
like when you jacked a cum?"

   What Dan truly wanted was for her to lay her perfect cuntlet over his
mouth in a loving sixty-nine but that would have to wait.  His fatherly
wisdom told him that the poor child would have enough on her young mind
trying to get his cockhead in her mouth.  He knew what the foreskin would
do when it rolled up in a doughnut and the problems that would cause her as
well.  It would be better at first for him to let her concentrate on
sucking him off.  He mentally weighed the positions and decided the best
was for him to feed her the cock.  That would also allow him to gauge how
much she could take before she began to gag.  With time she would overcome
that and accept him fully down her sleek and slender neck.  Dan began
sitting up and arranging himself on her tiny twin bed.

   "Honey, why don't you lie on your back and place your pillow under your
head?  I think this may be the best, most comfortable way for you.  Now
daddy is going to help teach you, and if you want, it may be a good idea to
let me sperm in a glass.  You just have to not hurt Mr.  Cock with your
pretty teeth."

   As the schoolgirl began positioning herself she nodded than suggested
hopefully, "K dad but...well...will you please sperm in my mouth?  Like in
the pictures, dad?  I'll show you I'm a big girl now.  You'll see, dad.  I
promise.  Cross my heart!"



   * * * * * * *

   Heather could feel her deep brown eyes growing heavy as she leaned
against Scott, her head on his broad shoulder and her silky hair hanging
over her face.  She wasn't too surprised - with all of their giggling and
chatting the night before, she and Jennifer didn't get much sleep.  Maybe
it was because of Scott, too.  This was the first time she had been so
close to him, and it reminded her of the times she used to lay in her
daddy's arms before he left her and mommy.  As the minutes passed, she
slowly began to grow more comfortable in the large man's presence, and her
eyes continued to grow heavier and heavier until, in her drowsiness, it
began to slip.  She caught herself right away and sat up, but Scott had
noticed.  He turned to his girlfriend's young daughter and spoke in a
gentle but deep voice.  "You seem pretty tired, sweetie.  Do you wanna take
a nap?"

   Heather simply nodded, and without words the two of them stood up and
Scott reached to draw back the white quilt on her bed.  Heather gently
slipped beneath the warm cover and began to get comfortable, but she was
roused further when Scott leaned down close to her.

   "Why don't you slide over a bit, and we can take a nap together?"

   The child was too tired to think much over it, so she simply obliged and
made room for him beside her.  Because her bed was so small (made primarily
for someone of her childish size), Scott's body was close to hers.  He
slipped his arm around her soft, small body.  Heather was so tired...and
the thoughts she was having made her miss her daddy more.  Slowly, she put
her arm around him as well and cuddled close.  It was only a matter of time
before she was drifting off to sleep.

   The young girl didn't know how long she had been asleep when her eyes
began to flutter open again.  Her soft, alabaster skin was lightly chilled
from the air conditioning, blowing against the moisture of sweat that often
accompanied such naps.  In her sleep she had turned to face the opposite
direction, and now she blinked away the disorientation that she often awoke
to after mid-day naps.  Around her smooth stomach she felt the thick, hairy
arm of her mother's boyfriend - her own girlish arm draped over it.  Scott
was still behind her, but was he still asleep?  Heather was about to slip
from underneath his arm to stand up and look, but something suddenly kept
her back.  Behind her, a large hand had closed over the soft curvature of
her rear and began squeezing gently.

   The breath caught in her throat.  She had never felt someone touch her
like that before, not even her own daddy.  Was it really Scott behind her
now, squeezing her tushie?  What a silly question, something said in the
back of the girl's mind.  Of course it was Scott.  The two had fallen
asleep together earlier.  But did Scott really fall asleep, or had he been
doing this even while his girlfriend's daughter slept angelically beside
him?  There was another, firmer squeeze and it was all Heather could do not
to squeal in surprise.  It troubled her to think of what would happen if he
caught her awake.  Again his hand brushed against her rear, but this time
it was sliding up along the back of her cotton shorts and toward the waist.
Heather felt warm, work-calloused fingers slipping beneath the elastic
before his hand was once again cupping her tiny bottom - this time right
against her white and purple-flower panties.

   A firm knot squeezed somewhere deep inside Heather's tummy and she
wasn't able to keep from shivering noticeably as a meager gasp slipped from
her mouth.  Scott's hand stopped moving as soon as she betrayed that she
was awake, and there was a moment of silence that seemed to stretch on for
hours as heather stared wide-eyed at the wall.  Before long, Scott's deep,
whispering voice broke the tense silence.

   "Heather...are you awake?" He didn't seem as nervous as Heather surely
was.

   Through the growing lump in her throat, she managed to reply, "Y-yes..."

   Another brief moment of silence followed, and then Scott's hand began to
massage and squeeze lightly at her behind again.  He whispered, "Does this
feel nice...?"

   "I...I don't know..."

   She felt his hand slip from out of her shorts and then she was being
lifted, both of his hands now gripping the sides of her chest to bring her
into a sitting position.  When she was finally turned enough to see Scott,
her heart skipped a beat and her mouth became slack.  No longer was he
wearing the clothes she remembered before.  He had shed everything but his
white briefs, which were drawn down and tucked under his scrotum to reveal
the dangling organ beneath.

   This was the closest Heather had ever been to a real penis, certainly
much closer than the night before.  Her eyes were glued to Scott's manhood,
both marveling at it and slightly afraid.  What was Scott doing?  Why was
he undressed?  What all had happened while she slept beside him?  Her mind
thought back again to the sight of Mr.  DeGroot's penis as he peed.  His
penis was something she secretly admired and marveled at.  But Scott's
penis was different.  It wasn't only the fact that he didn't have the extra
skin over the tip (What had Jenny called it?  "Foreskin?"), but something
in the way Scott looked at her...she didn't think she wanted to be this
close to his penis, despite what she may have hoped for earlier.  Scott's
eyes watched hers carefully, and he questioned her again in that same,
unsettling whisper.

   "Do you like it, Heather?"

   The young girl managed a meek shrug as she tore her eyes away from the
fleshy rod.  One of Scott's large hands lifted again to caress her soft
cheek, and she trembled at his touch.  He cupped his hand firmly along her
cheek and chin (he was so large, and she was small enough that his hand
nearly covered the entire half of her face!), then turned her face once
again towards his so their eyes met.  The look she saw in those icy-blue
eyes made her confused and uncomfortable.

   "What's wrong?  Don't you like boys' cocks?"

   This time his tone was firm and Heather began to worry that she had
angered the man.  She also felt that familiar knot twisting in her belly
again, her skin crawling as he used that dirty word..."cock." Heathers eyes
once again fell away from his, focusing on the frilly lamp that sat on her
nightstand.  Mommy had given her that for her 8th birthday.

   "Answer me, Heather.  I asked if you liked cocks." His tone was one of
disappointment, maybe even anger; there was no doubt about it this time.

   "I...I don't...kn-know," replied Heather, choking on her words as tears
began to well in her beautiful brown eyes, "I don't know...S-Scott..."

   He took her wrist firmly, pulling it down from her face as she lifted it
to wipe away tears, and wrapped her hand around the flaccid length.  Still
looking into her eyes, he seemed to command her.  "Touch it.  You'll like
it."

   Heather choked out another sob and pulled her hand away, scrambling back
off of her bed and backing away from Scott...her mother's boyfriend...the
man who was scaring her so much.  The imposing man pulled his briefs up
over the dangling member and stood up on the other side of the bed.  This
motion caused Heather to sob even more, her face twisted in fear and
confusion.  Scott raised placating hand to her and began to step around the
bed towards her.

   "Stop, Heather...you're just confused..."

   This only caused her to back up more, and when Scott rounded the bed and
began to reach for her, she turned and ran.  Shouting after her, Scott
dashed to the door but was too late.  Heather was already pounding down the
stairs, her sandals slapping against the soft soles of her feet as she
cried, making her way as fast as she could out the kitchen door.



   * * * * * * *

   Dan looked down into Jennifer's beautiful emerald eyes as he kneeled
over her chest, his legs spread and his knees pressed lightly against her
sides.  His full, heavy erection stood gloriously over her face and he
could feel the rise and fall of her chest against his thighs as she admired
the fleshy tool with childlike wonder.  Every now and then, one of her
heavy breaths would tremble with a shiver of excitement and anticipation,
and Dan could feel each one as it expelled warmth against the underside of
his impressive penis.

   "Are you ready, bunny?" asked Dan, using one hand to stroke through his
daughter's satiny hair, "We'll go slowly, okay?  Don't get too
excited...I'll let you know when we can try going further."

   Little Jennifer simply looked back into his eyes and nodded.  She
trusted him completely, with all of her body and soul.  She knew he
wouldn't do anything to hurt her.  He would make sure she learned how to
suck on his thing the very best way, and she was barely able to wait.  Dan
shifted slightly so he could aim his incestuous tool directly at Jen's
little mouth, one hand still caressing through her hair as he whispered.

   "Now...I'm going to push the tip into your mouth.  Suck on it like a
baby sucks a bottle, okay?"

   Jennifer couldn't help but grin as she nodded in excitement.  When she
saw the thick, fleshy head moving towards her mouth, she obediently opened
it as wide as she could.  Her smooth, pink lips glistened with saliva and
her small tongue quivered with the desire to finally taste her daddy's
wonderful cock.  As soon as the meaty glans slipped past her lips and
pressed into her mouth, she began sucking it just as daddy had instructed.
The thrill sent electrical shivers all through her, and she trembled with
exhilaration while lifting both hands to wrap around the thick base along
with Dan's guiding hand.

   Dan drew in a sharp breath the moment he felt his precious daughter
sucking his prick, cupping the back of her head firmly.  The sensation was
unlike anything he had ever felt.  Even in the rare moments when Linda
would give in and suck his cock, it was nothing compared to the feeling of
his wonderful daughter's mouth.  He knew there was no hope of lasting very
long before his orgasm was pumping through his loins.  Beneath him,
Jennifer was squeezing the thick shaft of his manhood as she sucked the
firm head, her eyes wide in astonishment and locked on the glorious organ.
As Dan expected, she still wasn't familiar with how to give the perfect
blowjob, so her tiny tongue simply pressed against the bottom of his glans
and twitched every now and then as she sucked.

   "Mmmhh...good...that's so good, bunny.  Now, swirl your tongue around
the tip while you suck it."

   The child immediately did so, working her pink tongue in circles around
the bulbous head, doing her best to cover it all.  She knew that her
daddy's heavy breathing and low moans meant she was doing a good job, and
her heart swelled with pride.  She hadn't felt this proud since she won the
gymnastics competition at her gym.  Dan, on the other hand, was even more
proud of his little angel than when she won that competition.  Even now his
balls throbbed eagerly, ready to expel their potent contents.  He continued
to squeeze and stroke the staff along with Jenny, and then whispered
huskily as he began to pull the head from her lips.

   "Ohhh...baby...baby I need to pull out now..."

   As the yummy cockhead began to slide back out from her lips, Jennifer
whimpered in disappointment and tried to pull it back.  "No daddy!  Please!
Please don't stop, I'll try harder!"

   "No, baby...you did really goo-...oohhh--nnggg!!"

   It was too late.  The tip was still brushing against little Jennifer's
perfect lips when his load began to spew.  With her mouth still open in
protest, Jen gasped and flinched as the pearly ooze shot thickly into her
watering mouth.  Dan continued to stroke and milk his cock, unable to do
much else in the rapture of his climax.  Thick cum began to gather on her
lips and chin, but most of it pooled on her tongue.  In a moment of panic
and excitement, Jennifer began to swallow the fluid which she had desired
so.  In her alacrity, some of the ooze slid down the wrong pipe, and she
suddenly shook with a violent cough.  This brought Dan from his daze, and
he quickly dismounted her chest and pulled her up into a sitting position.
Cradled in his arms, Jennifer brought a hand to her chest and coughed some
more.  She trembled, and the globs of semen on her lips sprayed.  Dan began
to firmly pat her back.

   "It's okay, angel...deep breaths..."

   By the time her throat had cleared, Jenny was panting - partly with
panic, but mostly with exhilaration.  Though some of her daddy's cum had
choked her up, a lot still made its way down her esophagus and into her
tummy.  The taste even lingered on her tongue, still.  Through deep breaths
she managed to throw her arms around her father and cry out in excitement.
"Oh, daddy!!  I tasted it!  I swallowed your sperms and it was so good!"

   Dan sighed with relief, glad his daughter would be okay.  Another part
of him shivered with the eroticism of his little girl proclaiming such a
love of his sperm.  The two held each other tightly in the afterglow of the
experience, but were interrupted by a sudden, frantic knocking at the front
door.  Dan laid Jennifer gently onto her back as he reached for his pants,
putting them on quickly.  She looked up at him.

   "Daddy...?"

   "It's okay, babygirl," he buckled his belt and smiled, "I'm sure it's no
one important.  I'll be right back, okay?"

   Jennifer nodded and Dan slipped out of her room and down the hall,
descending the stairs to the front door of their home.  Along the way, the
doorbell rang twice.  When he unlocked and opened the door, he was
surprised to see a frantic Heather; her bike was on its side behind her,
and her eyes were pink with dried tears.  As soon as he opened the door,
the young girl flung her arms around him, buried her face in his bare
stomach, and began crying again.  Dan kneeled down to pull her gently into
his arms, rubbing her back and whispering calming words to her.

   "There, there Heather...its okay.  Shhhh...tell me what's wrong, honey."

   After several moments of sobbing and sniffling, she managed to explain
what had happened back home with Scott.  Dan listened quietly, continuing
to caress her back and calm her as best he could.  When she was finished
with her story, he found himself upset and angry that Scott had done that
to her.  A precious girl like Heather didn't deserve to be scared like
that, he knew.  After calming her some more, he stood again and took her
hand.

   "Come inside Heather.  You'll be okay here, I promise.  You can stay
with me and Jenny until we figure things out."

   "Th...Thank you, Mr.  DeGroot.  Thank you so much." She sniffled again
as she wrapped her hand in his, following Dan into the house as he closed
the door behind them.  Once they were in the foyer, Dan heard the soft
padding of feet on the stairs.  Jennifer appeared at the bottom, wearing
nothing but her panties.  "Daddy...?"

   When she saw Heather, she ran up to her and hugged her tightly.  The two
best friends held onto each other as Jennifer asked, "Daddy!  What
happened?"

   "Heather's mommy's boyfriend tried to touch Heather, and it scared her.
She came here to get away from him."

   Jennifer gasped lightly and planted sincere little kisses all over
Heather's face, tasting the salty tears on her cheeks.  "Oh no!  I'm so
sorry...you can stay with us and we won't let you get hurt, I promise!"

   After the girls were able to settle down, Heather wiped the tears from
her eyes and looked to her best friend.  As if noticing for the first time,
she meekly questioned, "Why aren't you wearing clothes...?"

   Little Jenny, in her excitement to show off, quickly blurted out, "Oh
golly Heather, daddy was teaching me how....."

   Dan quickly halted the conversation by placing his large hand on his
little one's bare shoulder giving her a gentle squeeze.  She looked up at
him with her doe-eyes questioningly before sighing softly and leaning her
head against his hip.  Dan's eyes quickly glanced from one child to the
next forming his thoughts even as he admired their shapeless perfection. 
The adult had felt the familiar scrotal twinge when he saw the schoolgirls
almost kissing and it did not escape his lustful mind that his cock bulge
was almost on the same plane as either nymph's young mouth.  That he could
feed them both a warm, spermy meal as they stood worshipfully before him.

   If he played this right and could explain that adult/child sex was
perfectly normal under the right conditions, he could be in pedo heaven. 
All he needed was an already-believing daughter to help him explain how
wonderful it is to have a grownup - the right grownup - teach them the joys
of sex.  Dan knew that at this point in time the bumbling Scott stood no
chance to get to the tot first.  By the time morning came he was convinced
he would not only get the chance to fondle the youngster and look up her
immature vagina, but probably feel her pouty little lips stretch around the
massive barrel of his fuck-cylinder.

   "Heather, I think we can answer that in a bit, but first let me call
your house and tell them you will be staying here for a few days."

   The lovely girl smiled faintly at him and he saw adoration in her eyes.
Adoration, he knew, was a perfect beginning toward gaining her trust.  Once
she trusted him with her feelings she would trust him with her frail little
body.  He wondered how her cuntlet would feel when he finally felt the
enormous cock knob pop inside.

   "See Heath'...I told you my dad's the best.  He always knows what to do.
You just watch." Dan smiled and rubbed his child's hair saying, "Well maybe
some things bunny.  Now let's see...are they still painting your house,
honey?"

   Heather nodded and wondered why he wanted to know.  "Yes Mr.  DeGroot.
It smells really bad too."

   Dan felt a twinge in his belly at hearing her soft voice.  "Ok honey. 
First, since you're going to be here for a while, why don't you call me
Dan; or if you'd rather not, maybe Uncle." Jenny grinned ear to ear when
she heard her little pal answer.  "Um...ok Uncle Dan." The hall filled with
the sounds of innocent giggles as the kids relished the good-looking
father's new role in Heather's life.

   Dan laughed with them, knowing he would make a grand and perverted
uncle, and then instructed, "That's better, now isn't it?  Tell you girls
what.  You run in the kitchen and get yourself a snack and then I'll be in
and we can have a little talk.  First I have a call to make."

   He watched the darlings walk away hand in hand, mesmerized by the purity
of their almost-boyish bodies, unfettered with breasts and hips.  Jen
looked so adorable in her panties that clung enticingly to her hard little
butt and he made a mental note to buy her some itty-bitty, flimsy thong
undies soon, knowing she would love shopping for slutty grownup clothes
with him.  The fine downy hairs on their skinny, yet well toned legs were
backlit, deliciously shimmering and he imagined briefly how soft they would
feel as they brushed his while they fucked.  Heather looked especially
luscious as his eyes were again drawn to the soft fuzz on her arms and
legs. He wondered if she had that spidery-soft look on her immature cuntlet
and tummy.  As the two charmers were lost from view, Dan made a phone call
- a phone call with serious undertones.






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