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Author's note: This story is based on a current fantasy train 
theme that was started in the ASSD discussion group. A lot of
the characters are part of the discussion group and some of
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Witchcraft (2/2)
by John A


Fortunately, the alarm went off at midnight and we rose and
dressed sleepily. I looked over at Samantha and realized
that the dream I had been having was not borne totally out
of fantasy. She was absolutely adorable, perhaps even more
so with her hair all mussed after a couple of hours of
sleep. 

Samantha went into a cabinet and retrieved a small bag from
a cabinet before we crept silently out of her house. We
walked along the dark deserted streets to the town square
where the public stocks were. I chuckled as we passed the
House of Seven Gables, realizing that it didn't look quite
like I had remembered it. The gardens that were in front of
it were in my time a parking lot and the field across the
street was occupied in 1999 by a bank and a Dunkin' Donuts.
I snickered to myself that I liked it this way better,
although a strong cup of coffee sure would have helped to
wake me up.

Samantha led us to a secluded spot that gave us a good
vantage point of the stocks and we could see a lone guard
walking back and forth behind my friends, who were bent over
with their heads and arms restrained.

"Look at the way they have these people in stocks, this is
like the fucking inquisition."

"Shhh. He'll hear you." Samantha admonished quietly.

"What kind of women are you, to dress like this," we could
overhear him lecture. "Why, if any of you were my wife, I'd
teach you a lesson in...."

"Hey, flaco," Maria cut him off. "If any of us was your
wife, you would have died from exhaustion years ago."

"Well, tomorrow you'll learn your lesson. Harlots. Witches!"

The guard took up a position behind the girls and we noticed
that he was staring intently at the backsides of my three
companions.

"Why is that guard staring so intently at your friends? This
is what I meant about all the men in town," Samantha
whispered. "They all profess to be so pious, but they're all
just hypocrites. Look at him stare at them. They do have
lovely, um.....backsides but he seems so intent..."

"Come on Samantha, you can do better than 'backside.'"

"But I shouldn't...it wouldn't be proper."

"Come on, you know you want to. Trust me. It'll feel good."

"But..."

"Come on you can do it. Remember I told you to trust me
before and it felt good."

"ASSES, are you happy? Ass. Ass. Ass. Ass. Ass. Ass. Ass."
Samantha giggled as she freed herself from her puritanical
bonds. "That felt good...although not as good as the things
you were doing to me earlier." She blushed.

"I told you it would -- both times." I smirked.

"The question remains, why is he staring so intently,
especially at the one with the ungodly short skirt?"

"Actually, Allison's skirt isn't that short, women where I
come from wear their skirts above the knee. That's actually
fairly conservative compared to some. I guess people around
here don't get to see women's legs too often. It must be a
shock for him to see Allison's legs and Maria in her shorts
and Virago with that leather...well...thing, that barely
covers her...her..."

"Ah, now you are the one who's tongue-tied. What's the
matter, can't say what you want. Come on, you can do it."
Her eyes sparkled brightly as she was enjoying teasing me. I
was really falling for this girl, even though I knew it was
impossible for her to leave this time and impossible for me
to stay. Still, there was something incredibly special about
her and I knew I'd miss her when it would be time to leave.
That is, if we were ever going to be able to leave.

"Well, I didn't want to offend you, but if you insist." It
was time to turn the tables on her. "That thing barely
covers her pussy... Happy?" I smirked and Samantha's cheeks
invented a new shade of red. I could be a real prick when I
wanted to. "But you're right, he really does seem to be
staring at Allison. I wond..." I paused, struck with the
realization of why Allison's backside was holding the
guard's rapt attention. "Now I understand. She's not wearing
panties again."

"No undergarments? Surely not."

"Oh yeah. She's riding the breeze." I laughed quietly.

"How unseemly. Does she do this often?"

"She says it happens by accident, but we're beginning to
think she does it all the time. I think she secretly loves
flashing herself around."

"You and your friends do some things very strangely. It must
be a fascinating place you come from. I wish..."

Samantha looked up and stopped herself as we saw someone
approaching the stocks. A short, rotund fellow exchanged a
few words with the guard and soon after the guard left his
post with a smile on his face, apparently pleased to have
been relieved so early in his shift.

"Who's that?" I asked.

"That's the Reverend Chambers. He's always making speeches
about the danger of sin, and how witches are trying to
destroy the community," Samantha's jaw clenched in anger.
"He's such a small minded man. He was the one responsible
for the hangings of those two sisters. He said they were
pawns of the devil. The reverend had their father convinced
they were witches. They all preach piety, but they're
nothing but hypocrites, trying to control the community
through fear. And that Reverend Mather, so high and mighty,
he's not much better than the others. He had the chance to
stop this, but he chose to say nothing. Only now is he
beginning to raise questions about the trials. . . . They're
all a bunch of *asses*." Samantha giggled quietly, pleased
at her use of her new word.

The portly Reverend Chambers waddled behind the girls,
staring lecherously at them as he did.

"You three need to repent," he said in a booming voice.
"Admit that you are witches, the Lord will look favorably on
your admission."

"We're not witches, why won't any of you believe us?" Virago
protested.

"Liar! Repent. Who else but witches would dress in such a
manner as to seduce good men into your evil trap? Admit it.
Admit and repent! Fornication and witchcraft; two sides of
the same coin."

"Hey, porky. Why don't *you* admit that you're an asshole?"
Maria asked impertinently -- well, as impertinent as she
could get with her hands and arms being restrained as they
were.

"Oh, you three are evil, indeed. You all shall be hanged in
the morning and you will perish in hell." Chambers snickered
sinisterly. This guy really was an asshole. He was taking
obvious pleasure in the fact that the girls were going to be
sentenced to death. I got the distinct impression that this
sadistic bastard got off on these hangings. I wouldn't have
put it past him to make up stories just to watch people rot
in these stocks. When he replaced the guard on watch, I was
feeling a little guilty about having to knock out a man of
the cloth with Sam's powder, but now I was going to enjoy
it. Hell, I was considering foregoing the powder and just
hitting the fat fuck in the head with a rock instead.

"Impudent wench. Look at you all, parading your backsides
like the women the sailors visit in Boston. And you two on
the ends, with those large breasts of yours just hanging
down, attempting to bewitch good men everywhere." Then he
addressed Allison. "Apparently your witchly skills aren't
quite equal to that of your friends. The devil hasn't
possessed your breasts as he has your companions."

"Hey, weirdo, not that it's any of your business, but I'm a
perky 34b," Allison replied flatly.

"Oh, you're all evil. You all need to be taught a lesson."

"What kind of lesson?" Virago asked warily.

"You'll be sorry you ever asked that question, witch."
Chambers snickered as he fished his little penis out of his
pants and began stroking it with his left hand.

"What's he going to do?" I started to jump up. I wasn't
going to allow this little prick to rape my friends.

"Wait, look at him," Samantha pointed at the reverend, who
was leaning against a post behind the girls, grunting as he
jacked himself off. "His...you know...is so small." She
giggled.

"Hey, pervert. What are you doing back there?" Maria tried
in vain to turn her head to view the reverend's actions.
"Are you playing with yourself? You better not get any of
that stuff on Allison. She doesn't like it when it makes a
mess."

Crack! His right hand came down hard on Maria's bottom while
his left stroked his small penis furiously.

"Hey!!! What do you think you're doing asshole? I don't do
pain! Pami's the one into that, and she's in England now
trying to teach some king how to be a submissive."

Crack! The reverend ignored Maria and brought his hand down
hard onto Allison's ass. It seemed to me that he let it
linger for an extra moment.

"Owww! Stop that!" Allison cried. "My husband's a lawyer and
if you..."

Crack! The reverend's hand found Virago's backside and the
sound of the blow striking the leather silenced Allison.

"If I were not shackled you would see what it's like to face
the wrath of a warrior. You coward."

"Let that be a lesson to you three. Now silence or there's
more punishment to be meted out." His hand pumped furiously
over his tiny penis; he closed his eyes as he neared
release.

"Such a horrible man. He's supposed to be a man of the
cloth. Do you have such terrible people where you come
from?" she wondered.

"Yes, they're called reviewers."

I was seething as I witnessed the public spankings. I wanted
nothing more than to run out there and snap that scrawny
little reverend in two. I finally could take no more of what
I was watching, and I started to get up from our concealed
position. "He's just about finished. Give me the powder. You
won't even have to distract him, his eyes are shut."

I crept out of out hiding spot and silently approached the
hypocritical prelate. Just as I neared him a little semen
dribbled out of his undersized member. He grunted and I
quickly closed the last three steps and emptied the contents
of Samantha's bag on his head. He immediately collapsed in a
heap on the ground, with dirt adhering itself to his semen
covered fingers and prick.  I laughed at the thought of him
being discovered with his penis out of his pants and covered
in dirt and come. The fat bastard was probably just going to
blame witches for it anyway.

"Do you ladies hang around here often?" I realized it was a
bad pun, I just couldn't help myself.

"John, is that you?" Allison voice was hopeful.

"I'm here to rescue you," I said proudly, heroically. "I
couldn't let the three of you go to trial."

"Well, it's about damn time. What were you waiting for?"
Virago asked somewhat angrily. 

"Yeah." Maria added. "Do you have any idea how painful these
things are, especially for someone as shor... as not tall as
me? Hurry up and get us out of these things." So much for
being given the hero treatment.

Samantha came up out of our concealed spot and retrieved the
key from the reverend and began to unlock the stocks.

"Hello." Virago said questioningly to Samantha, obviously
wondering who this girl was.

Samantha said hello and I proceeded to introduce her to my
friends. Maria shot me a questioning look, but I pretended
to ignore it. We had to get out of there fast, before anyone
noticed what we had done to one of the town's leaders, and I
didn't want to linger any longer than we needed to.

Before we left, Samantha showed Virago where her sword was
stored while Maria and Allison helped me place the good
reverend in the stocks. We stepped back and laughed as we
let him hang there with his pants down to his ankles. If
only we could be there in the morning to witness the
townspeople's reactions to their oh, so upright Reverend
Samuel Chambers.

"We have to get going, before anyone spots us and signals an
alarm," Virago adjusted her sword in the sheath.

"Good point, let's go." Maria was shaking her arms out after
being in stocks for the better part of the day.

We headed out of the town center toward the outskirts. We
walked along the roadway without fear of detection. Salem in
1692 wasn't exactly teeming with nightlife. Hell, in 1999,
Salem wasn't teeming with nightlife either.

After just leaving the town limits, seemingly thinking that
we had avoided detection, we kept hearing sounds coming form
the woods. Every time we approached to investigate, the
noises would stop. We tried to excuse the sounds as deer or
squirrels rustling through the fallen leaves, but we weren't
sure that we believed that.

"Come on, let's get the fuck out of here. This place is
giving me the creeps." I started to get a little nervous
that our escape was just a little too easy. I had a real bad
feeling. Maybe it was just the mutton coming up on me.

After we had gotten twenty minutes or so out of town, we
started to relax, confident that we had left undetected.
Well, *I* started to relax; I think the girls were already
at ease long before I was. I tried to convince myself that
it was because they felt safe and secure with me around --
yeah, *that* was it. 

Samantha edged closer to me and we began walking hand in
hand. Occasionally one of the other girls would eye us
suspiciously, whispering something to each other, but said
nothing to me.

When the trail narrowed and out path became more indistinct,
Samantha took the lead, guiding us easily through the dense
forest. Allison was up front, talking to her, while Virago
and Maria joined me in the rear.

"So, what's up with the girl?" Maria asked quietly.

"Jealous?" I teased.

The laughter from Maria and Virago at that point would have
awakened the dead. They certainly knew how to keep my ego in
check.

"She's just a girl who I met who decided to help us, that's
it." I felt myself getting defensive. That was essentially
the truth -- part of it anyway.

"Oh come on, John." Virago snickered.

"*What*?" I tried to feign ignorance.

"She *is* very pretty," said Virago.

"How old is she anyway, 21-22?" Maria chuckled derisively.

"Um, something like that." I mumbled and hoped the subject
would change.

"Oh, she's not even 21 is she? You're too much. How old is
she?"

"Nineteen. Are you happy now, she's nineteen. But it's not
like that. I really like her. She's very special." I tried
to whisper so Samantha couldn't hear me.

The two of them tittered at me. "You're pathetic. She's
young enough to be your daughter."

"In the mountains, maybe," I protested. She was 19, after
all, and I was only 34.

"What is it with you and teenagers, anyway?" Virago shook
her head at me. "People are going to be confusing you with
MichaelD if you keep it up."

"Well, if I keep it..."

"Be quiet, that was an unintentional pun, I meant
'continue'," she giggled.

"There's definitely something to be said for making love
with a tender, innocent virgin. She may have been
inexperienced but at least she didn't bite holes in my lips
like someone else did to me."

"You have whining down to a science, do you know that?"
Virago countered. "Can you drop that already. That whole
trip on the Enterprise was screwy. How many times to I have
to apologize about that?  And I don't seem to remember you
complaining any of the five times we did it -- so I don't
want to hear any more out of you."

Apparently that was the punctuation on that statement and
there was nothing else to be said. I chuckled to myself but
said nothing and we walked in silence as we continued
tramping our way through the fields. Samantha had separated
herself from Allison and came back to join me. Maria winked
overtly to me as she and Virago eased forward to give us
some privacy. Samantha teased me a little about a few of the
things Allison was telling her about me -- there was never
an unspoken thought with these women was there? I should
have given Allison a spanking myself when she was in the
stocks.

"I like your friends a lot. They're a lot of fun to be
around." Samantha clasped my hand and gave me a kiss on the
cheek. "So are you," she added sweetly with a gleam in her
eye that sparkled in the light of the full moon.

"I think they really like you, too. And I know I do."

"So...what's going to happen now?" her voice was mouse like
and she averted her eyes from mine.

"Well, hopefully we can get the train back on its tracks and
continue on to our destination." She looked at me strangely,
not fully comprehending my words. "It's complicated."

"I meant...with us?" she was hesitant and her voice was
barely audible. "I'm not so naive to think that we're going
to rush off and get married or anything like that -- I know
you must have other women in other places -- but I'd really
like to spend some more time with you. Other than the house,
Tabitha and I have nothing holding us back here. Salem is
not a place for free thinkers to reside. I wouldn't mind
doing some traveling with you and your friends....if you'll
have me."

Shit! What was I going to say? What could I say? I really
liked this girl and I couldn't bear hurting her, but Louie's
rules were explicit. No passengers from out of time.
Something about upsetting the temporal balance, or something
like that. But what could I do? I had real feelings for
Samantha. How could I reject her like that?

"Samantha, honey. You'll probably never understand this at
all, but I'm forbidden to take any passengers on the train."
I sighed deeply and felt terrible. "This has nothing to do
with you and it's not an excuse at all. All while we've been
walking I've been trying to think of a way we could stay
together. I'm forbidden to stay here and you're forbidden to
come back with me. I wish there was something I could do,
but the man in charge of the train made it clear about
passengers. I'm sorry."

Samantha's eyes reflected the deep sadness she was feeling
but she tried to force a smile. "I guess I understand. You
have your exciting traveling life. Why would you want to be
stuck with an unsophisticated small town girl like me?" She
turned away, shielding me from her tears.

"Samantha. Sam, please." I stopped and reached out for her,
trying raise her eyes to mine. This was not how I expected
this whole thing to end up. I'm not sure how I expected it
to turn out, but leaving a beautiful girl heartbroken in
tears certainly wouldn't have been my choice. "You mean a
lot to me. *A lot*. This isn't easy for me, I'd love for you
to come with me. It just can't happen, though. It's against
the rules." Of course, I wasn't exactly telling her the
whole truth. I couldn't bring her back for another reason
too. How would I have explained to my wife a 19-year-old
girl -- or perhaps 326-year-old girl -- coming to live with
us. I somehow didn't think she would want to share me with a
teenaged fuckbunny -- even if Samantha was accustomed to
doing a lot of housework. Still, I knew I needed to come
back and see her again. What was it going to take to
convince Louie to make another stop in Salem? Probably a
lot. Wee green bastard.

"Besides," I continued. "You have a lot to do here."

"What do you mean?"

"These witch trials. You have to something about them.
They've gone on long enough. How many people will be
persecuted before it ends?"

"What can I do? I'm just a woman. I can't even address the
townspeople at assembly." She said dejectedly.

"You're a very strong willed woman. There's a lot that you
can do. Plus, it seems as if you have a trick or two up your
sleeve." I wasn't sure what her actions would do to the time
line, but injustice is injustice and it had to be stopped.
Louie said that our actions would change the time line, but
he said nothing about the people we met, and something had
to be done.

We approached the clearing where the train car was located.
Samantha marveled at the magnificence of the coach. This was
probably the most opulent thing she'd ever seen -- even if
it was lying on its side.

"I suppose Wijit and Samantha's sister are both asleep. We
should try to be quiet." Allison said considerately.

"Wait, look in the car. Is that Tabitha's hair that's
shining in the moonlight?" I pointed out.

"Where?"

"It was there a minute ago...there it is again. Now it's
gone." I pointed out where Tabitha was bobbing her head up
and down.

"What's going on in there?" Samantha asked naively as Maria
started to chuckle.

We neared the coach and Wijit's moans were audible. We
walked in, apparently just as Tabitha had finished her oral
ministrations.

"Tabitha! What on earth are you doing?" Samantha was
shocked.

Tabitha's face turned crimson. "Well, Samantha. You know how
I have the ability to know what a person's deepest need is?
Well, after we finished the supper I brought, it was
apparent what his thoughts were consumed with. You know how
empathetic I am. I had no idea what it was...but it was
fun." She giggled shyly.

"Amazing, guys." Wijit scrambled to pull up his pants. "That
was well worth the wait, eh. Whichever great philosopher it
was who said 'blowjobs are cool' was telling the truth."

"Uh, Wij, I think that was Kivi." Maria pointed out.

"No. I don't think so," he gave us a pensive look.
"*Really*? Well, she was right."

"Hey, how's your shoulder?" Allison asked.

"Not too bad. A lot better since Tabitha rubbed her medicine
on it. It's still a little stiff."

"And when we came in, so were you." I teased.

We got the introductions out of the way before we decided to
call it a night. It was already 3am, so we weren't going to
get many ours to sleep. And looking at the makeshift
conditions we'd have to sleep in, we'd be lucky to get much
sleep anyway.



A squawking from the train coach's loudspeaker awakened us
rudely. The sound coming from it was the unmistakable brogue
of everyone's favorite leprechaun, Louie.

I looked around the car as we heard the static coming from
the speaker. Wijit had apparently already awakened and had
gone for a walk. Maria, Virago, Allison, and Tabitha were
all lying closely together, in a mass of arms and legs,
while Samantha opened her eyes and snuggled closer to me.
She just felt so right, lying next to me. Damn, it was going
to be tough to say goodbye to her.

"All right people, listen up." Louie's voice came through
fairly clearly -- especially considering that he was
broadcasting from another time. "We had a wee mishap, but I
have everything under control now. I'll be reversing the
engine and picking up cars one at a time. The whole
procedure will take about two hours. Sorry for the
inconvenience." Louie didn't sound very contrite. I think I
even detected a little glee in his voice. I discovered that
I really hate leprechauns.

"What was that?" Samantha asked, unaccustomed to hearing
someone's voice come out of a box. "Is that magic?"

"That was the way the conductor of the train can communicate
with us. No, it's not really magic, just kind of advanced.
Like the way several hundred years ago everything needed to
be written out long hand, and now there are printing presses
that allow for the making of books and pamphlets."

She just smiled, not really interested in my explanation,
and snuggled closer to me.

After a little while, we all decided to get up and stretch
our legs in preparation for the return journey.

The next hour or so just flew by and before we knew it, the
end of a train was emerging from nothingness. Samantha and
Tabitha were both shocked at the sight, and truth be told,
it was pretty amazing to us too.

"Top o' the mornin' to ye." A smiling leprechaun jumped down
from the train.

"It's about time. What the hell happened?" Allison asked
angrily.

"Now, now lassie. It was just a wee mishap. All is right
now."

"All isn't right, shorty," Maria was happy to be able to
call someone -- anyone -- shorty. "We were scheduled to be
killed this morning."

"And we want to be in our regular compartments -- none of
this segregation shit. We're exhausted and need to sleep."
Allison whined. "But not before a nice meal -- lobster
maybe. The only thing we've eaten in the last day is some
disgustingly mushy porridge."

"Oh, lassie. Not to worry, not to worry. You'll all soon be
snuggled in your own compartments with bellies full of food
and wine." Louie tried doing his best to placate us.

"Yeah, well hurry up lucky, sprinkle some of your new blue
diamonds over here and get this fucking train back on the
tracks." I said.

"The name's Louie, bucko," the leprechaun spat back. "Ever
since we let that feebleminded moron appear in that freakin'
cereal commercial, we wee folk get no respect."

"Of course not -- how much respect do you think you're going
to get if you go around calling yourselves 'Wee-Wee Folk'?"

"Listen stretch," Louie was very pissed at me at this stage
-- his face was actually getting greener. "I don't need any
of your fancy smart-ass word twisting. I have half a mind to
leave the lot o' you here."

As tempting as it was to comment on his half a mind'
statement, the prospect of being stuck in 1692 with the
Reverends Chambers and Hale and the rest of these 17th
Century McCarthyists was not very appealing at all. 

Louie shot me a final dirty look before he took out some
green clovers -- he was such a stereotype -- and threw them
at the train car. Magically -- of course -- the train coach
righted itself and floated gently to the tracks, coupling
itself automatically to the last car in the line.

Wijit, Allison, Maria, and Virago said their goodbyes to the
sisters and hopped up onto the train. I was expecting more
of a difficult parting between Tabitha and Wijit, but they
were vary brief in their parting. Perhaps Wijit was still
exhausted from the four blowjobs he had received over the
past twelve hours. Maybe there was nothing more to it that
Tabitha fulfilling his need.

Samantha and I moved aside, trying to avoid everyone's
prying eyes.

"I've been thinking about it, and I think I can do something
about these trials. Someone's got to stop them, why not me?"
Samantha smiled broadly. "But, I *am* going to miss you."

"I'm going to miss you too, more than you realize. But
there's not much we can do is there? I'd like to say I'll
come back to visit at some point, but I don't want to make a
promise I can't keep."

I leaned in for a kiss and Samantha's lips met mine
tenderly. As we were breaking the kiss, Samantha sucked my
lower lip into her mouth and bit down gently on it. Then she
lightly compressed it between her lips and traced her tongue
over it before releasing it and giggling.

"I can certainly see the appeal of this lip biting thing
that Virago seems to like to do," she grinned impishly as I
looked dumbfoundedly at her. "Oh, I heard everything you
said. I think you're special too." She giggled.

I smiled warmly and gave her hands a final squeeze and
turned away and boarded the train. I waved as the train
started to phase out of her time; my last vision was of
Samantha blowing me a kiss.



Epilogue




"Hey John, why are you so happy?" Pami asked me as we passed
each other in one of the refreshment cars.

"She did it!"

"Who did you just sleep with now?" she rolled her eyes at
me. "You know, John, you're not the only one getting it.
This train has been one non stop orgy ever since we got on."

"And it will be until we all get off." She laughed at my
double entendre. "But that's not what I'm talking about. Do
you remember the girl I told you about? Samantha?"

"Yes, you mentioned something about her. Why?"

"Well, I just went into Denny's..."

"There's a Denny's on this train? What did you eat?"

"Denny Wheeler, the *editor*." I shook my head at her.
"Anyway, I just went into his compartment to look in one
of his encyclopedias."

"I though he just had dictionaries." Pami said.

"Oh no. He's an editor, he's got every type of reference
book in there. I think he even has the Guinness book of
World Records and some book with all sorts of obscure quotes
in it."

"Does this story have a point?" she was twirling her
handcuffs impatiently.

"Yeah, hold on. What's the rush anyway? A submissive isn't
actually going to get mad at you, he'll probably think he
deserves your tardiness...Anyway, like I was saying, I just
looked in the encyclopedia and Samantha changed it."

"Changed *what*?" 

"The witch trials. When I learned about them in school, we
were taught that they lasted over five years and there were
over 600 people sentenced to death. Well, when I just
checked, the encyclopedia said..."

"You mean read," she corrected. "The encyclopedia couldn't
have *said* anything."

"Ok. Whatever." That's what we needed, another editor.
"Anyway, the encyclopedia *read* that the trials lasted only
seven months and fewer than thirty people were put to death.
I'm just so proud of her."

"That's terrific." She smiled then furrowed her brow.
"So...do you think that any other history was changed?"

I hadn't thought of that. "Well, maybe some small stuff.
Probably nothing major." I shrugged. "It's not like were
going to get off the train and find out that Bob Dole is no
longer the president or anything like that."


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