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WARNING: Explicit sexual material below; do not read if it's illegal for you to
view adult content where you live. The following is a work of fiction; any
similarities between actual persons and/or events is entirely coincidental. And
finally, the author does not condone the acts portrayed in this story. As a
work of fantasy, it may be interesting to read, but if he were to find it in a
newspaper he would be sickened and appalled. 
**
Author's Note: Full permission is granted for this story to be distributed, as
long as the text is unmodified, the above warning remains, and my e-mail
address (Cheqrosk01@aol.com) appears somewhere in the document. 
**	
(young, mind control, pedo)

My Brother, My Master
Part Five: Cecilia
by S. Bockman

	When I finally awoke it was Tuesday morning, and I was still under the effects
of the Swinefen. I pushed myself up from the bed, and wondered how I had gotten
there. Then I looked down at my body. I was naked, and there was cum seeping
from my pussy which was swollen and red. Dried-up cum stains covered my breasts
and tummy, and my hair was a tangled mess of knots. 
	It didn't take me long to realize I had been fucked all night long by Dan,
Jon, and maybe even Steve.
	I got out of bed and looked at myself more closely in the mirror. Yep, I was a
mess all right. But I felt... good, somehow. Good and horny, too. I suddenly
remembered that my parents would be getting home today– and more than that, I
had school!
	Looking at the clock suddenly, I realized I still had another half an hour to
get ready. I picked out an outfit really quick and headed to the bathroom, took
a shower, and washed up. The hot water from the shower stung as it hit my
tender pussy, but I soaped it up and cleaned it carefully to make sure all the
cum was washed out. Finally I finished, got dressed, and went downstairs.
	Steve was eating breakfast at the table. "Mornin', sis," he said. "How do you
feel?"
	I sat down across from him and smiled. "Great!" I replied. "I can't believe I
passed out!"
	He shrugged. "Might be a side effect of the Swinefen, or something. But then
again, Dan does have a huge cock. You probably just couldn't take it."
	"I know," I said dreamily as I remembered the feeling of his giant organ
shoved deep inside me. "But I wish I could have been awake for the rest of the
fucking that obviously went on!"
	He laughed. "Yeah, Jon took his turn with you after Dan finished. I think Dan
went again, too, but I'm not sure... after they left, you still weren't awake,
so I decided to get a quick fuck in, too." He said this all matter-of-factly,
which should have been disturbing... but it wasn't.
	"Oh pooh! You had sex with me while I was asleep? I didn't even get to enjoy
it!" I pouted.
	"Sounded like you enjoyed it last night," he replied, taking his dishes to the
sink and washing them out. "Anyway, you look good. I meant to tell you to wash
up real carefully, but it seems you did that, anyway. Sorry about the mess, but
I was in no mood to clean you myself. 
	"Mom and Dad will be back around noon, they said. You'll be in school, of
course, plus you're hanging out with Cecilia tonight, right?"
	"That's right," I said. Then I frowned. "I'm still horny, Steve..."
	"Too bad," he said curtly. "Now, call Cecilia right after school and see if
she can hang out at around six. Bring her somewhere... I don't know, wherever
it is you go to have fun. But then, when you're on your way to bring her home,
tell her you want to show her something and bring her here–," he handed me a
slip of paper with an address written on it. "I'll give you more instructions
before you leave this evening. 
	"As for last night... all you'll remember is watching TV, then going to sleep.
You'll have no recollection whatsoever about fucking Dan and Jon, or anything
else since you've been under the effects of the Swinefen. Alright then. Solo–,"
	"Wait!" I interrupted him, before he could say the three words. He looked at
me with a startled expression, not used to me being so defiant. Meekly, I
asked, "Do you think I could... you know... do stuff in school?"
	He smiled broadly. "You sure are horny, sis! Okay, fine. You can do whatever
you want in school, just don't get into any trouble. Solo alpha beta."
	The three words had been said before I got a chance to thank him, and suddenly
my mind clouded over as I forgot everything we had just talked about, and
everything that had happened the night before.

*****
	I drove to school by myself, having received a call from Carol telling me she
wasn't going in. Usually we went in together so I was kind of disappointed at
having to go by myself.
	"Why not?" I had asked, wondering if it had anything to do with what we had
done together the other night. Most likely it did, I realized, but until that
moment I hadn't even considered the possibility it might effect our friendship.
	"I don't feel well," is all she said in reply. She sounded weird though, like
she was pissed or something, and for a moment I thought she might have found
out about Chris and me. Quickly I ruled that out, though. The only person who
knew was Chris, and he hadn't the guts to tell her what happened.
	Anyway, when I finally got to school I was in a great mood. I felt horny as
hell, and was excited to finally see my friends after a three-day weekend of
practical isolation because of my parents being gone. Unfortunately, I entered
the building just as the first hour bell was getting ready to ring so I had no
time to hang out in the halls. Instead I hurried along to first hour.
	It went by slowly, as math always did. I sat in the back of the room by myself
since Carol was the only person I really knew in there, and daydreamed about
all the penises that surrounded me. I could see myself sucking on each and
every one of them. Tim, the big jock that sat to my right... he probably had a
fat cock for me to suck. And Mike, the annoying little jerk to my left, even
the thought of sucking on his prick turned me on. Even Mr. Thords, the
teacher... sure, he was old enough to be my father, but as he strutted around
the front of the class pointing to the chalk-board... well, you know what went
through my mind.
	I remember being incredibly happy that morning, more than I can describe here.
It wasn't just the fact that I was able to see all my friends again, although
that was part of it. And it wasn't just because I was horny and had plenty of
people to fantasize about, though that was part of it, too. I think the biggest
reason was because I felt free. Free from guilt, free from frustration. Even
though I couldn't remember it I had gotten laid numerous times the night before
by three different people. And even though I couldn't remember it, I had been
told it was okay to have the feelings I had and was even encouraged to have
them. I finally felt free.
	Until I ran into Wendy.
	Wendy and I had gone to junior high together, and was one of my older and more
reliable friends. She was a year younger than me though, so when I went on to
high school she had stayed behind until I was a sophomore. By that time I had
found a new group of friends, including Carol, and we had kind of drifted
apart.
	Recently though, we had started hanging out again, but only on Wednesday
nights. Because Wednesday was when the youth group at her church had a "Youth
Night", and for the past couple of months I had been attending. I think it was
due to the guilt I had about the drug use, the drinking, and the porn... I had
begun to grow very depressed and Wendy had noticed and invited me to come with
her. And even though I had thought I would hate it, it had actually been pretty
cool.	
	I hadn't attended church regularly since I was ten-years-old... that's when my
father's career had really taken off and he no longer felt he needed God. But
when I started going to church with Wendy again, I remembered what it was like
to have Him in my life... and for a brief while I had abstained not only from
porn, but from drugs and alcohol as well. I had even begun going to church with
her Sunday mornings, too. None of this lasted, of course. Even though I kept
going to church, eventually I began using again.
	I kept this all very secret from my other friends, of course. They would think
I was becoming a "church-girl" like Wendy, which I really wasn't. I just liked
the idea of being forgiven for my sins, for they were many, and they were
tearing me apart inside. Wendy knew this, and that's why when I saw her that
morning I immediately knew she would see past my apparent happiness for what
was really going on.
	"Hey," she said to me after fourth hour. Her locker was right next to mine and
we usually met up around the same time everyday for a quick hello.	
	"Hi," I said kind of sheepishly. I felt embarrassed just talking to her. For
some reason I felt she knew everything I had done– the blowjobs, the drinking,
the sex with Carol– like she was God or something. It made me extremely
uncomfortable, and put an end to the jubilation I had enjoyed all day.
	"You weren't at church yesterday," she said to me. She didn't sound
disappointed or pissy or anything like that... hell, she never sounded like
that. Instead she sounded curious and concerned.
	"I know," I sighed to her. For a brief moment I felt my eyes welling up in
tears, and that confused me. Why was I going to cry? To block the feelings I
was unable to cope with right then I suddenly blurted, "I wasn't feeling well!"
	"Okay," she said. "Well, Father Matthew asked about you, is all. So, do you
think you'll be there Wednesday? I guess there's supposed to be some band
playing, or something like that. It'll be fun!"
	I smiled sadly at my dear friend Wendy. If only she knew the thoughts going
through my head as I looked into her pretty blue eyes behind her thin
wire-frame glasses... She really was pretty cute, in a plain kind of way. She
wore simple clothes, nothing flashy or fancy, just plain dresses or t-shirts,
blue jeans, etc. She was tall, about 5'10", and had long light blond hair that
came down to the middle of her back. Her body was quite something too. She was
on the track team, and it showed from her muscular legs to her curvy frame.
	"What's wrong?" she asked, concerned by my silence.
	"Nothing," I finally said. "Look, I'm not sure about Wednesday. Maybe, okay?"
	She looked at me funny, then finally said, "Okay, sure. Look, is there
anything bothering you? Do you want to hang out later so we can talk?"
	The minute-bell rang just then, warning us we were going to be tardy. "No, I
can't," I said, closing my locker and turning away from her. "But I'll call you
tomorrow, okay?" I said over my shoulder as I headed down the hall.
	"Yeah," she called back. "See ya."
	The sound of her voice faded into silence as I walked towards my fifth hour
class, no longer happy and certainly no longer free.

*****

	After school I drove home alone in a melancholy mood. There were things going
on in my head seeing Wendy had stirred up and that I couldn't really
understand. And how could I? Unbeknownst to me I was under the effects of a
mind-altering drug, making it impossible for me to really understand the truth.
I sobbed the whole way home, unable to figure out a way to make things better.
	When I got there I was greeted by the sight of my dad's brand new Ford
Explorer sitting in the driveway, reminding me my parents were finally home.
Pulling up to the curb to avoid parking him in I sighed and climbed out, not
looking forward to seeing my mom at all.
	Steve was sitting at the kitchen table talking with my dad. "Hey, sweets!" my
father bellowed to me. He was a big man, about six foot four, built wide but
not fat. His hair was dark brown with streaks of gray in it, and he had a
goatee, too. He was quite handsome, actually, for a forty-five year old.
	"Hey," I said to him, stopping to kiss him on the cheek. "Where's mom?"
	"Oh, she's still in the city. Some artist is touring and she wanted to stay to
see his works. She'll be coming home by train soon."
	That was good, I thought. With my mom gone I wouldn't have to put up with her
shit, but with my dad there I could still stay out late with friends. "Oh," was
all I said, before turning away and heading for the stairs. I climbed them
quickly and as soon as I entered my room I fell upon my bed, and began to weep.
	But then I realized there was something I needed to do. I was in no mood to do
anything, actually, but suddenly the idea of getting together with Cecilia
seemed very important. Picking up the phone, I dialed the number she had given
to me the day before.
	"Hello?" came her sweet, innocent valley-girl voice.
	I paused briefly, feeling better already upon hearing her. A vision of her
flashed in my brain and I was quite turned on before I finally spoke. "Cecilia?
Hi, this is Karen!"
	"Karen, hi!" she chirped. "I was like, not sure you'd call. Did you still want
to get together later or something?"
	My lips turned softly in a smile. "Of course," I said back. "What time is good
for you? Is six okay?"
	"Yeah, that's like, totally perfect! Hey, where're we going? My parents will
want to know..."
	I pondered for a moment before replying, "A coffee-shop. It's really cool,
you'll like it. Alright?"
	"Alright! You know where I live?" she asked.
	"I'm sure I can find out," I responded. We said our good-byes before hanging
up.
	After the phone was set down I felt my eyes... they were swollen, like I'd
been crying. Why would I have been crying? I thought to myself. 
	I smiled then, and jumped off my bed to begin getting dressed, visions of the
young Cecilia dancing through my head all the while.

*****
	The plan was simple, if confusing. Around five o' clock my brother finally
filled me in and gave me my orders, under the influence of Swinefen, of course.
I didn't understand why he wanted me to do what he proposed... I didn't see how
it would satisfy the sexual urgings that kept creeping up whenever I thought
about the petite little Cecilia. But I had no choice but to comply, so I did.
	At six I went and picked her up. Her house was at the other end of town, the
better end, actually. It was a large one, practically a mansion, and extremely
well kept. The lawns were green and neatly trimmed, the trees were healthy and
full, and the house itself was clean and painted nicely. I pulled up the long,
curving driveway and finally found the front door.
	She was waiting for me as soon as I reached the porch. "Let's go," she said,
rushing past me to the car.
	I followed her and jumped into the driver's side. Turning to look at her I
marveled. She was wearing a tight designer shirt tucked into a pair of designer
jean-shorts. The shorts were very short, actually, ending just past her crotch
as she sat there, and skin tight. She was wearing make-up, obviously trying to
add to her years, but it didn't work. She still appeared to be what she was: a
cute, young fourteen-year-old with a budding body that happened to be one of
the best around. I smiled and said to her, "Nice outfit!"
	"Thanks," she replied, smiling too. "It's like, too hot to wear anything long,
you know? I like yours, too!"
	She was being nice, obviously believing I couldn't afford any better than the
short tight dress I wore. The tone of her voice implied this. Brushing aside
the rudeness I said, "Let's go."
	We talked the whole way to the coffee shop. Occasionally I would look over at
her as she blathered on about some stupid thing or another to enjoy the view.
Her breasts were much more developed than mine had been at that age, but were
still very small. Her long blond hair was done simple, pulled back with a
scrunchy into long flowing tail. Whenever her soft blue eyes would hit mine
looking at her, though, I would turn away and say something stupid to cover-up
my embarrassment.
	We sat at a table near the back of the room in non-smoking, which pissed me
off. But she had gagged at the idea of sitting amongst second-hand smoke, so I
allowed her to choose our seat. It amazed me the way she sat: perfectly
straight, legs crossed like a lady, not a hair on her head out of place. Even
her fingernails were done-up with a simple color, so perfectly I hadn't even
noticed they were done until I examined them.
	She droned on for an hour about her classes. How she was in advanced math,
advanced English, advanced history. I pretended to be interested, not sure what
I was waiting for but growing impatient as the minutes ticked by.
	Finally she stood and excused herself to go powder her nose. As soon as she
was out of sight I opened up my purse and withdrew a small vile of Swinefen and
poured it into her drink, then discarded the empty glass and forgot about the
whole thing.
	Eventually eight o' clock rolled around, and it was time for us to get going.
I was really tired, nearly put to sleep by her non-stop barrage of comments,
observations, and vanity. I told her, "Well, I think we'd better get going,
now."
	She took a last, dainty sip from her drink: tea, of course. Then said, "Yeah,
okay. This place is like, totally cool, I can't believe I've never been here
before! What's it called again?"
	I tried not to roll my eyes as I counted out dollar bills and left them on the
table. "The Lazy Cup," I said. "Let's go."
	She followed me out the door, silently for a change. We got in my beat-up old
chevy and began the journey home. But when we approached the main road where I
should have turned left, I turned right instead.
	Out towards the country.
	"Where're we going?" Cecilia asked in her sweet, soft voice. 
	Truth was, I wasn't really sure. But I knew I had to lie, so I replied, "It's
a surprise. It won't take a minute, really. You'll still be home by nine."
	She nodded and looked on as we drew further and further away from the town,
passing many subdivisions and eventually reaching the open fields and woods
where the road we were on turned into one lane.
	Quickly I turned right down a small road,  into the forest.
	"Um, Karen, it's like a quarter-to now..." Cecilia said, trying not to sound
too bitchy but not succeeding very well.
	"I know," I said. "That's okay."
	We continued down the rough dirt road. It was nearly pitch black now, with the
last rays of sunlight disappearing in the west and the town lights now miles
behind us. I drove slowly onwards for several minutes before stopping at a
trail head. 
	I turned to Cecilia, smiling. "This way."
	I got out and started down the trail, not bothering to check and see if she'd
be following. I knew she would. I'd learned enough about her by now to realize
she wasn't the type of girl who'd allow someone else to take the lead. She
might be scared, but she wouldn't show it... after all, she was too damned good
to be afraid of anything.
	"I'm like, gonna be totally late, you know," she said to me rudely.
	I ignored her, smiling to myself at my correct observation. She was already
next to me, walking in step.
	Before too long we reached a clearing where a large, walk-in tent had been
erected. "Here we are," I said proudly.
	Cecilia looked on in silence. In the background the crickets began chirping as
the night awoke in all its mystery. Inside the large tent a light shone
faintly, like a lantern or something equivalent. I started towards it.
	"Who's in there?" Cecilia asked, finally a note of nervousness betraying her.
	"Friends," I said, lying. "We're just going to say hi, and we'll leave."
	This seemed to calm her somewhat, because she began talking again, in a
whisper. To tell the truth I don't really remember what she said, only that it
had to do with her father and her on a camping trip or something.
	The tent flap opened and a dark figure emerged, silhouetted against the light
emanating from within. "Karen?" came Steve's voice.
	"Hi," I called, happy to see him. "Cecilia is with me." 
	"Good, both of you get in here," he ordered. 
	Cecilia made a sound of disgust at being told what to do, but we complied,
following him into the tent. It was quite large, the size of my bedroom, but
bare of furnishings except for a ratty old mattress on the ground upon which
two guys sat, and a portable stereo set up in the corner softly playing the
latest rock hits. Also, there was a cooler, which Steve know sat on. And Steve
was holding a camera in his hands... his camcorder. Two lanterns on either
sides of the tent hung, giving the inside its soft orange glow.
	"Hi, Steve," Cecilia said to my brother. "This place is like, completely
cool!" She didn't mean a word of it.
	"Drink this," Steve told me, handing me the bottle of Swinefen. I did as I was
told and experienced total recall, and I smiled to myself as I remembered also
what was going to take place here.
	"So, did you put it in her drink?" Steve asked me curtly.
	"Yes," I responded. "She drank it all down."
	Steve nodded. "Good." 
	He stood then, walking over to examine Cecilia more carefully in the faint
light. "My, you have grown a bit, babe," he said.
	Cecilia was visibly getting nervous. Her slight chest was heaving as she
breathed deeply, her blue eyes were wide open as she looked around the tent at
the four people staring at her silently. "Uh, thanks," she finally muttered.
"Karen, can we go?"
	I shook my head, a wicked smile on my face. "No, Cecilia. We've got things to
do here, first."
	Steve laughed. "That's right. Cecilia, remember when your sister and I were
going out, and you caught us having sex once? Well, after you told her parents
she was forbidden to see me again. I've never forgotten that, little girl."
	"What are you talking about?" Cecilia asked, confused. She was beginning to
panic. To me she said, her voice now cracking, "What's he talking about!?"
	I remained silent as Steve continued. "Don't tell me you forgot? That little
act of betrayal cost me countless hours of reliable ass before I finally met
someone else like your sister. She's quite a slut, you know Cecil? She gave the
best head... I was wondering, are you like her?"
	He was standing behind her now, his hands on her shoulders. With his lips to
her left ear he breathed, "Do you give good head, bitch?"
	She began crying. "Let me go!" she screamed, spinning away from him. Suddenly
one of the guys sitting on the mattress jumped up and grabbed her, pinning her
arms behind her back as she thrashed about, tears rolling down her baby-doll
white cheeks. "Let me go!" she sobbed.
	"I don't think so, cunt," Steve said, a look of cold hatred on his face. "My
sister didn't bring you all the way here to say hello. You're gonna do what we
want you to do, or" he looked over her shoulder at the large guy holding her,
then finished, "we're gonna punish you."
	She was trying to say something, but her panicky crying made it impossible to
understand. I was beginning to grow worried, though. This wasn't anything like
Steve had told me it would be. To him I said, "Steve, aren't you going to...
you know, make her want it?"
	He snapped a look at me, then said, "I'll make her want it, all right, but not
the way you're thinking." Then he grabbed her by her delicate face and kissed
her, thrusting his tongue down her tiny throat.
	"No, Steve!" I cried, running over to him and grabbing his sleeve. "You can't
do it like this! You told me it'd be different!"
	"What do you care, bitch?" he said to me. "Shut the fuck up and sit down. In
fact, why don't you make yourself useful and use my camera on this, okay?"
	Unable to resist his command I walked over to where his camcorder lay and
picked it up, then pointed it at my brother as he wrestled with the still
struggling Cecilia. The man behind her was Dan, I now realized. There was a
look of pure joy on his face as he held the little girl within his mighty
grasp.
	Steve cupped Cecilia's chin in his hand and whispered, "Sh.. shh! It's okay!
Calm down!" 
	Just as I began to believe him and think he was going to start being nicer, he
violently ripped off Cecilia's expensive shirt and dropped it to the floor. She
began crying even harder, make-up streaming down her innocent face. She was
wearing a white-lace bra, obviously expensive but doing a fine job on her.
Though her body wasn't as curvy as say, mine or Carol's, it had a definite
attractiveness to it. Her skin was soft and white, like a baby's, and the
little mounds on her chest heaved rhythmically to the sound of her crying. Her
belly was flat with a little inny belly-button at the center of it, and just
before her shorts began you could see where her young hips were beginning to
form.
	Despite myself, I grew aroused.
	Steve put his right hand behind the fourteen-year-old's neck and Dan let go of
her, standing back to watch. My brother kissed her deeply on the mouth as his
left hand dropped to her chest and began feeling her tits through her bra.
Suddenly he recoiled in pain, ripping off her bra at the same time as she fell
to the ground when he let go of her neck.
	"FUCK!" he screamed, staggering backwards. Cecilia continued sobbing piteously
on the floor while blood dibbled from my brother's mouth. She had bitten him.
	A look of pure fury entered his eyes. "You... BITCH!" he cried, marching
towards her. She screamed as he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up so
that she dangled by it, her legs unable to act in time to catch her weight. He
yelled, "FUCKING CUNT!" as she continued to dangle by her hair, screaming in
agony all the while. 
	It's a good thing we were deep in the forest, I realized, because her screams
would be heard anywhere else, they were so loud. Suddenly my brother curled up
his left hand into a fist and pounded the helpless little girl in the stomach
before letting go of her hair so that she fell to the floor.
	Dan was laughing at what had happened while Steve remained standing above her.
She was doubled over in a fetal position, hands on her belly as she choked and
cried in pain. I zoomed the camera in towards her beautiful face, now covered
in tears and smeared make-up before pulling back to see Steve kneeling down
next to her.
	"Never do that again, bitch," he said slowly through gritted teeth. "Or you'll
regret it. Understand?"
	I knew she did, because she was, after all, under the effects of the Swinefen,
unable to resist his command. She nodded as I expected her to, and I sighed in
relief. At least there'd be no more hurting her, now.
	"Hold her up for the camera," Dan suggested. Steve seemed to think that was a
good idea so he grabbed her by her delicate arms and held her up, now naked
above the waste. Her head hung to her chest as she sobbed repeatedly.
	She was even more attractive naked, I thought. Her small breasts hung
unconfined, but still perky and firm despite the lack of a bra. In the golden
light emanating from the lanterns I could tell she took great care of her
skin... flawless, young, soft.
	Steve let her go suddenly and she fell back to the floor. "Okay," he said,
beginning to unbuckle his belt. "Now it's time to give this little slut what
she really wants."
	"Wait," said the guy on the mattress, who I now recognized as Jon from the
night before. "You said I could go first. I don't want sloppy seconds again,
like last night with your sister."
	Steve looked sharply at his friend, then back down at the whimpering little
girl at his feet. Finally he sighed and said, "Fine. Fine... you can go first.
Just take her in the pussy, okay?"
	A smile formed on Jon's face as he stood and walked over to the girl,
unbuckling his belt as he did. "No problem," he said.
	"Give me that," Steve said to me, indicating the camera. I handed it to him
and he began to shoot the scene, while I lit up a cigarette with trembling
fingers and stood off to the side to observe. That's right, I observed, God
forgive me. I watched the whole time.
	"Hey Steve," I said to my brother. 
	"Yeah," he said, not looking away from the viewfinder as he recorded the
action.
	"Um... couldn't you just, you know, tell her to fuck Jon? That way you guys
wouldn't have to be so forceful, and..."
	"No," he said. "She's not under my control. She's under yours."
	My eyes widened in shock. "Me?" I gasped.
	"Of course, how the fuck do you think that shit works? Whoever you see first
after drinking it is who controls you," he said. Then he looked at me. "Don't
even think about saying anything, though. We're gonna pay back this preppie
bitch for all she's done, and we want her to hate every minute of it. Got
that?"
	I nodded, unable to go against his orders but wishing I could at least tell
her to enjoy herself. Jon was now roughly pulling off her shorts as she lay
there, as still as possible, gazing up at the tent's ceiling with tears rolling
down her cheeks and her lower lip trembling. After her panties came off next I
could see the light patch of golden fur between her legs... her plump, sexy,
innocent legs that only a girl her age could have. I wanted to help her, I
wanted to stop them...
	But at the same time, I wanted to watch. And that's just what I did.

END OF PART FIVE
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