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25 Pairs
Copyright 2006-2009 Rachael Ross all rights reserved.
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Fiction by Rachael Ross
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Twenty-Five Pairs - Chapter Two
Harden, Utah 2010



    "Hi Daddy!" I gave him a hug and a kiss, like I always did when he
came home from work.

    "Hi Princess. Where's your mom?" Dad hugged me back, nice and
tight.

    "In the kitchen." I made a little face and lowered my voice.
"Meatloaf."

    My dad chuckled at that. "Mmmm...Must be Monday."

    "Definitely," I nodded.

    "So, how was your first day of school?" Dad asked as he headed
towards the kitchen and I trailed along behind him.

    "It was good," I shrugged. "It's pretty small though."

    "Well, it's a small town, Princess," Daddy smiled over his
shoulder at me.

    "Yeah," I nodded. "I made a friend though, a real one. Her name's
Amy. You think I can invite her over sometime?"

    "I don't see why not. Hi Else..." He gave my mom a kiss on the cheek
she offered him. "Meat loaf? My favorite!"

    "Liar," my mom laughed lightly. "That's what she said too."

    "Me?" I giggled.

    "So what are you complaining about?" Daddy gave my mom's butt a
little spank and then winked at me. "I guess we need better lies,
huh?"

    "I don't know any other ones." I stuck out my tongue.

    "That's good," Mom smiled at me. "One lie is enough for any girl."

    "What's your lie then, hmmm?" Dad was holding Mom around the waist
now, his chest against her back and his chin on her shoulder. My mom
was tall enough so they went well together like that.

    "I'll never tell a fiend like you!" Mom gasped and giggled as
Daddy gave her a squeeze and then a little push with his hips, and it
wasn't like I hadn't seen them fool around before.

    I thought it was pretty cool that my parents were in love like
that cause I knew some parents weren't. They were both good looking
too, so probably that helped a lot. My dad looked like a doctor, very
clean with gentle features and warm hazel eyes. A strong jaw and
straight nose. He had short brown hair and a nice shape to his body.
He always wore a suit and a tie and smelled like aftershave. I liked
that smell a lot.

    My mom looked like a doctor too, most of the time. She had long
blonde hair that she pinned up during the day, except on weekends if
we were going out, then she'd leave it down. Fair skin and high
cheeks. A pert little nose and small mouth, but always smiling at the
corners. Her blue eyes were what made her look so serious. They were
kind of intense, until she laughed, and she wore black rimmed glasses
for reading stuff. Those really made her look like a doctor.

    Mom was healthy too, trim and really curvy if you ever got to see
her in a bikini, but that was pretty rare, so most people probably
didn't know. Underneath her trousers though, cause she did like to
wear loose cotton pants, and her blouse, loose and buttoned up
usually, underneath all that my mom had nice upturned breasts, a tiny
waist, and some real hips to go with her firm round butt. You'd never,
ever guess my mom had ever had a baby, but she'd had me. I was pretty
glad too.

    I noticed all that because I really hoped I'd look like her when I
grew up. I mean, my mom was the prettiest woman I ever knew, so why
wouldn't I? Plus she was my mom, so...You know. I had her blue eyes and
golden hair, but my dad's nose and kind of a squarish chin. I had high
cheeks, but dimples too and I don't know where those came from.
Probably cause my mouth was a little too big for my face, or so it
seemed to me, but nobody else seemed to notice.

    Anyway, Mom and Dad were fooling around again and I watched for a
minute, feeling a little envious because it must be pretty nice to
have someone hugging you and giving you a serious kiss, even if your
hands are in a big bowl of raw meatloaf. Mom mixed eggs in it, and
onions and I dunno what all else, but right then she was wriggling her
butt against my daddy as he hugged her and I knew it was time for me
to go do some homework.

    "Uhhh...Whew..." she breathed. "Jennifer, dear...uh...do you have..."

    "Homework? Yeah Mom," I sighed theatrically, teasing them as I
left the kitchen.

    "Just yell if you need some help," my dad said, but I think he had
other things on his mind since I could see his hands holding my mom's
nice round breasts as he hugged her.

    "Okay Daddy," I answered and the weird thing was that seeing my
Mom and Dad like that always made my penis hard, so I kind of wanted
to go someplace and be alone anyway.

    I'd figured out that putting a little pressure on my dick when it
was hard felt pretty good, and if I kind of imagined stuff while I did
it? That made it feel even better. So I laid down on my bed and kind
of wedged my stuffed bear between my thighs. I had a lot of them.
Everyplace my dad ever went he bought me a new stuffed bear, and Daddy
went on a lot of trips to a lot of different places. The best bear for
rubbing was the one from Germany. It was kind of big, but super soft,
like it was made out of mink or something, and I could squeeze my legs
around it and just push, you know?

    It sounds dumb and if anyone ever saw me I'd have died from
embarrassment, humping a big stuffed bear like that, but I swear it
felt great. Probably a lot of girls do stuff like that, and maybe boys
too since it was my penis that was doing most of the feeling good. I'd
hug my pillow at the same time, and close my eyes, thinking about a
boy at school usually, or maybe about a boy I only wished was at
school.

    He'd be tall and handsome, with dark hair and bright brown eyes. I
could feel him hugging me, lying down on the bed with me and touching
my back, touching my face with his fingers. And he'd kiss me, just a
little one at first and then smile. I'd smile too and touch his body
and I'd be a little scared maybe, because he was my first boyfriend
and he was telling me he loved me. I'd let him kiss me again and it
was so nice, feeling his lips on mine, looking into his eyes or maybe
closing mine. It was my first real kiss and I was tingling all over.

    I liked that dream a lot and I could feel my dick so hard that it
really did hurt. Half of it was sticking out the top of my panties and
pressed against my tummy, almost reaching my belly button, and I was
rubbing it back and forth against my bear, squeezing it with my thighs
and feeling my insides all light and buttery hot. There were
butterflies inside me, hundreds of them, or thousands, tickling me
from the inside out and I could feel them going lower, like into my
balls, sorta, I don't know. It was weird, that feeling, and I'd just
started getting it over the last few months.

    My testicles would feel tight and hard and weightless maybe. That
was it, they were like floating between my legs and aching cause they
wanted something, but I didn't know what. I just kept rubbing faster
and faster, thrusting with my hips like I was digging a hole inside my
teddy bear with my big hard penis. I'd do that until it felt really
strange and I could feel my heart beating down there, but it felt good
and bad at the same time. Like something was trying to come out of me
but the opening was too small. It was stuck and just needed a push,
but pushing made it feel painful and so I stopped. I made myself stop
even though I didn't want to.

    I rolled onto my back, shivering and breathless and feeling hot
everywhere. I was damp with sweat and my boobs ached and my nipples
itched. I had to put my hands on my tits and press them hard, rubbing
my palms around my chest because that helped a lot. The whole thing
was so confusing to me. I didn't know what I was doing and I was
afraid to tell my mom because maybe what I was doing was bad, well,
not bad probably, but just strange. My mom might think I was weird and
ask me a lot of questions and I didn't want that. It would be pretty
embarrassing, like I said, if anyone knew I was rubbing myself on my
bear.

    Mostly I just wished I knew how to make those feelings stop. I was
perfectly happy when I didn't feel like that, when my cock was soft
and just sitting there minding its own business. I could concentrate
on school or whatever I was doing and not think about rubbing myself
or trying to hide my hard penis. I kinda wished I didn't have it at
all sometimes, but I knew better than that. It was part of me, so I
was stuck with it. I just wished I could understand it, that's all.

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    "Hey! Guess what!" Amy was grinning at me as soon as I got on the
school bus.

    My first few days at school, Mom had driven me, but now it was
Friday and I was taking the bus like everyone else. There were three
of them and luckily for me Amy and I rode the same one and she got
picked up first, so she'd saved a seat next to her for me.

    "What?" I smiled back, sitting down with a little whumph on the
seat.

    "Somebody likes you." Amy was all giggly and I gave her a look.

    "What's that mean?"

    "What do you mean, what's it mean?" She looked at me like I was
from Mars. "Duh! A boy likes you..."

    "A boy likes me?" I blinked at that.

    "...and I know which one."

    "How do you know?" I asked, looking around, but nobody was really
paying attention to us.

    It was noisy anyway because the little kids liked to fool around
in the back, but the afternoons were worse. Even so, the bus driver
liked to yell a lot. He was kind of old and grumpy in the mornings and
he'd threaten to stop the bus and throw everyone off in the middle of
nowhere if we didn't settle down. I think all bus drivers are like
that though and nobody paid much attention to him.

    "Cause I heard it from Paula," Amy nodded and I wasn't sure who
Paula was. "And she heard it from Beth and Beth knows everything about
everybody."

    "She does?" I swallowed hard at that and glanced down
instinctively, which really made Amy laugh.

    "Oh, not that!" she nudged me with her shoulder. "You know what I
mean."

    "Oh," I nodded quickly. "So, um, who likes me?"

    "Guess." Amy was loving this, I could tell, and I really gave her
a face then.

    "I can't guess, Amy!" I said. "I don't even know anybody!"

    "Yeah you do," she laughed. "I swear, you know who he is."

    "Great, um..." I sighed, trying to think of all the boys I'd met
over my first four days of school in Harden.

    "You'll never guess!" Amy was torturing me now.

    "What?" I felt totally confused. "Then how am I gonna guess? God!
Just tell me!"

    "No way!" Amy shook her head. "It's better this way, you can find
out if he's gonna say anything to you or not."

    "What? Amy!" I pouted. "What difference does it make if you tell
me or not?"

    "Well, you might say something to him! Duh!" She nudged me again.
"You don't wanna spoil it, do you?"

    "Spoil what?" I frowned at her. "That's not fair."

    "Yeah it is," she nodded happily. "You'll see."

    It was kind of fun, I had to admit, and exciting too, if Amy was
right. Knowing some boy liked me was nice, but then it sort of
depended on which boy it was too. I mean, yeah, I'd seen some boys I
wanted to like me a lot and I'd seen others that I didn't think I'd
ever want to know at all. Now I'd be walking around looking at every
boy I saw, wondering if he was the one who liked me or not, and trying
to make up my mind if I was going to like him back if he was, which he
probably wouldn't be. That wasn't going to be good at all and it was
already confusing me, obviously.

    Plus, and this was kind of a big deal too, I was only thirteen
years old. It didn't matter if a boy liked me or not, it wasn't like
my parents were going to let me go out on a date. Like sure, we could
maybe hang out at school or something, be almost like boyfriend and
girlfriend, but even that wouldn't be really good because the teachers
looked for that stuff, or so I'd heard. Maybe when I was like fifteen,
or sixteen more likely, then my mom and dad would let me go out on a
date, but being in seventh grade like I was? No way.

    Still...A boy did like me. It made me sort of hot and tingly, you
know? I looked at my clothes, just some clean jeans and a pink
sweater, and I wished I'd worn a dress or at least some nicer pants. I
had a pair of red hip huggers that were insanely cool. My mom thought
they were a bit much, but all the kids wore them in Atlanta. I should
have worn them and shown off my butt a little, because I had a pretty
nice one anyway and my jeans were more baggy than tight, with a daisy
on the back left pocket. They were like little kid jeans and I frowned
at that too.

    "Hey new girl," Josh said, just like he had every morning since
the first day of school.

    "Hi." I gave him a smile just like I always did, sighing inwardly
because he was so seriously big and handsome and it would have been so
nice if he was the boy who liked me.

    Josh was a senior though, eighteen years old already, and I knew
the boy who liked me was going to be someone my own age or maybe a
year older. Two years at the absolute most, a ninth grader, and that
would be pretty cool too. Some of those ninth grade boys were petty
cute, especially the Caparis twins, Jamie and Tracy. It would be crazy
cool if they liked me, twin sixteen year old brothers, and I felt my
penis growing hard then and I crossed my legs quickly, trapping my
dick between them as I sat there.

    The whole morning was like that too. I would sit through my
classes hardly hearing a word my teachers were saying and just looking
around, checking out all the boys, and my dick was aching. It never
went soft at all. I swear, I thought if I didn't rub it against
something pretty soon, I was gonna hurt something down there. I didn't
know the how or why exactly, but my hard penis was driving me a little
crazy. The best I could do was sort of rub it with my hand in my
pocket sometimes, but that was awkward when I was sitting down, and
when I was standing up all I could do was try and hide it.

    I thought maybe if I went to the bathroom it might help, cause
sometimes my cock was really hard and aching just because I had to pee
kind of bad, like in the mornings when I woke up. But when I went into
the bathroom and sat down on the toilet I couldn't even point my penis
down into the toilet bowl. It was too big and long and hard and I knew
I didn't really have to pee anyway, it was a dumb idea, but it did
feel good to let it out of my panties for a couple minutes anyway. I'd
squeeze it a little, and that just made it swell up even more. My
little hand wouldn't even go all the way around it and I decided just
before lunch that I was going to have to ask my mom about it, because
this couldn't be normal. My dick was hard for three hours straight and
my panties were soaked with that clear stuff that was leaking out of
the tip.

    I'd about given up on trying to figure out which boy liked me,
too. It seemed like everyone was treating me the same. I couldn't tell
anything from the way some of the boys looked at me, or most of them
really, because they all were, and that was a little weird. Probably
it was just my imagination, although I wasn't imagining things when I
found a lot of boys changing seats whenever they could, or sort of
shuffling their desks and chairs once in awhile as if to get closer to
me. I had no idea what that was about and even some of the girls were
giving me funny looks.

    Still, nobody passed me a note or anything. None of the boys
really said anything out of the ordinary, just the usual hi and hello
and what's up, that kind of thing. Amy just giggled and smiled a lot,
so she wasn't helping and I figured I'd just have to beg her to tell
me during lunch. It was totally unfair and she'd been playing with me
all morning, so that was enough.

    "Hey again," Josh smiled at me as I was getting my lunch out of my
locker.

    He was running a hand through his short brown hair and smiling
down at me, because Josh was so tall and big, with real broad
shoulders and kind of a rugged, outdoor face that was way, way
handsome. He just looked strong everywhere, but his deep brown eyes
were soft and warm and smiling. I thought he was about the best
looking boy at school and from what I'd gathered so far during my
first week, a lot of other girls thought so too.

    "Hi," I kind of squeaked, because he'd surprised me.

    "Can I sit with you during lunch today?" he asked, like that was
almost reasonable or something.

    "Sit with me?" I swallowed hard.

    "Yeah," he nodded and held up a small knapsack. "Don't worry, I
have my own lunch and everything."

    "Oh." I giggled at his joke and the amazing thing was that I was
so nervous suddenly, I forgot all about my penis being hard and it
actually went soft. That was probably because all the good feelings
down there, all the aches and throbs, had gone straight up to my heart
or something.

    People kind of looked at us, other girls mostly and they were
looking more at Josh than at me, but me too and wondering why a senior
like him would be walking with a thirteen year old seventh grader like
me, and then a few minutes later sitting under a tree outside on the
cool grass. I saw Amy and I knew she'd been planning on sitting with
me like she did everyday, but when she saw Josh next to me, all my
friend did was smile big and give me an unmistakable nod and I was
already figuring out, or at least hoping, that Josh was the boy who
liked me. But I was pretty scared to even imagine that.

    We sat pretty close together too, side by side, not across from
each other, so I found myself watching Josh out of the corner of my
eye more than anything else. My stomach was so tight right then I
didn't think I could eat anything, but I did, taking small bites out
of my sandwich or munching on a carrot stick slowly. We were quiet for
a little bit, five minutes maybe, and I wondered if Josh was waiting
me for me to say something, but I couldn't think of anything to say at
all. So I just sat there feeling hot all over.

    "You smell really great," Josh finally said, and he was eating
slowly too.

    "I do?" I almost laughed because that seemed like a funny thing
for him to say.

    "Yeah." He looked at me and then laughed softly. "Shoot. That
sounds weird, huh? I just mean you smell...nice."

    "Thanks," I giggled and I could feel my face turning red. "You
smell nice too." But really he didn't smell like much at all to me
right then.

    "I think you're the prettiest girl in school, Jenny," Josh said a
minute later.

    "You do?" I blinked and then I really had to look at him, just
because I was so afraid he was teasing me.

    "Yeah," he smiled back at me. "I lived here my whole life and I've
never seen a girl who looks like you do."

    "Well..." I looked down shyly.

    "I mean, as beautiful as you." He was making fun of himself. "I
know nobody looks like you, um...You make me kind of..."

    "What?" I could barely talk because my heart was in my throat.

    "Nervous," he laughed.

    "I make you nervous?" I made a face like I didn't believe him;
couldn't he see I was practically dying?

    "Just...I want you to like me," he shrugged. "I probably sound kind
of dumb, huh?"

    "No," I shook my head and I didn't know what I was doing. "I like
you a lot."

    "You do?" He sucked his top lip a little, like he was trying to
believe me. "I really like you too, Jen."

    "Okay." I could barely breathe right then.

    "Okay." Josh smiled and we sat there being very quiet for another
five minutes at least, now that we'd sorted that out.

    "Do you have a...a girlfriend?" I asked finally, just because I had
to.

    "No." Josh was looking right into my eyes. "Not since I saw you."

    "Oh." I closed my eyes for a second, trying figure out what that
meant.

    "I was wondering if you wanted to be my girlfriend," he asked and
I was suddenly aware of his finger, just one of them, kind of rubbing
my thigh, moving back and forth slowly across my jeans and I was
staring at it.

    "Yeah...Oh, um, I mean...I don't know." I felt like I was going to
throw up, but not because I was feeling sick or anything, I was just
too...excited. Too nervous.

    "You don't know?" Josh chuckled and I was flushed, feeling silly
and I just watched his hand, more fingers rubbing the denim of my
pants now.

    "I mean, I have to ask my mom and dad, you know?" I winced because
that made me sound like a little kid.

    "Well, yeah," he nodded. "I know."

    "You do?" I looked up at him and he wasn't making fun of me.

    "Well, yeah, probably your dad wants to meet me," he shrugged.

    "Oh."

    "I had girlfriends before." He was really touching me now, sliding
his whole hand up and down my left thigh slowly and I liked it so much
my penis was getting hard again.

    "Yeah, so um..." I was afraid to move and I really hoped my cock
would stay sort of stuck between my thighs like it was.

    "So their dads always wanted to talk," Josh shrugged. "It's a
parent thing around here."

    "Around here, yeah..." I was smiling into his face and nodding, but
he could have been speaking Japanese for all I knew.

    "You know, it's a small town," Josh was saying. "Probably where
you're from they don't do that, huh?"

    "Atlanta?" I shrugged. "I don't know. I never had a boyfriend
before...I mean..."

    "Can I be your first one then?" Josh asked and somehow we were
leaning closer, like our shoulders were touching because I was sitting
up and Josh was sort of slid down even with me, and he was so handsome
and...

    "Yeah," I said, but probably he couldn't hear me because right
then he was kissing me.

    I thought for sure I was dying. My heart stopped and my lungs
wouldn't work and I couldn't feel my fingers or my toes or anything. I
just felt Josh's soft lips touching mine and they were warm and
gentle. It was like kissing a cloud, I thought. I closed my eyes and
he kissed me for so long it seemed like a split second before it was
over.

    "Wow!" Josh smiled at me, licking his lips and I just nodded
because my brain wasn't working right.

    He was squeezing my thigh now, not hard or anything, in fact it
probably barely counted as a squeeze at all, but it felt so good I
wanted him to squeeze me like that all over and a little shiver went
through me.

    "It's Friday," Josh was saying. "Would you like to go out with me?
Just over to the Dairy Queen after dinner?"

    "The Dairy Queen?" I asked, buying time.

    "Well, there isn't much else around here," Josh smiled. "Everybody
kind of hangs out there."

    "Uh, yeah," I nodded. "If I can..."

    "I'll pick you up, okay? I'll ask your dad if it's alright for me
to take you out." Josh sounded like he'd gone out with a lot of girls,
but that didn't matter. He was asking me out now.

    "Okay," I nodded, taking a ragged breath because it was hard to
remember how to breathe. "Um...Do you know where I live?"

    "Of course." Josh gave my thigh another squeeze. "Everybody knows
where everybody lives around here."

    "Oh, yeah." I was biting my bottom lip and we were so close I
could feel his breath on my cheeks when he talked.

    "Can I kiss you again, Jenny?" he asked softly and I swallowed
hard and nodded.

    This time Josh put his arm around my shoulders and I found my hand
pressing against his chest for some reason. Not to push the boy away,
but just to...something. I didn't know. I felt like I was falling into a
hole, but it was warm and soft at the bottom. His kiss was like magic
and I gasped when I felt the tip of his tongue tickling my lips. I'd
heard of French kissing, yeah, but this was only my second kiss ever
and coming like two minutes after the first. I was scared, so I kept
my lips closed and Josh didn't mind. He teased me briefly, licking
across my lips and then pulling back slowly.

    "I'm sorry," I breathed.

    "For what?" Josh wasn't moving his arm and he held me against him
like it was the most natural thing in the world and I felt so small
right then.

    "For not, um...not knowing how to kiss." I giggled nervously,
watching his face to see if Josh was disappointed in me or anything.

    "You kiss great," he smiled. "You don't have to worry about that."

    "Really?" I couldn't help but smile and Josh nodded seriously.

    "Yeah, really." He was kind of squeezing my shoulder lightly and I
thought I was melting.

    "All right, you two..." One of the teachers, an older woman, was
shaking her head. "Don't you think she's a little young for you,
Josh?"

    "Uh...Hi, Mrs. Blever." Josh turned a little red and let me go as I
sat up straight, my own skin burning with embarrassment and not a
little fear.

    "Don't you 'hi' me, I saw what you were doing. Let's go,
principal's office you two." She sounded kind of mad, staring at the
both of us and I thought I was going to cry suddenly.

    "Aw, come on, Mrs. Blever. We were just talking," Josh said.
"Don't get Jennifer in trouble; it was my fault, not hers."

    "It takes two to tango, Josh," the woman shook her head.

    "I'm sorry," I said quickly. "I won't do it again, I promise. I
didn't know..."

    "Please, Mrs. Blever?" Josh was standing up now. "I promise, it
won't happen again."

    "Well..." The woman looked at me and her eyes softened a little.
"Don't let these boys take advantage of you, okay? Especially this
one." She looked at Josh. "I'll be keeping an eye on you."

    "I'll be good," Josh said without smiling. "Thank you, Mrs.
Blever."

    "Thank you," I said softly and the teacher gave us a little nod
and walked away slowly.

    "Oh God, I'm going to be in trouble." I blinked because my eyes
really were a little wet.

    "Nah." Josh sat back down and rubbed my shoulder gently. "Mrs.
Blever just likes to give everyone a hard time. She's kinda senile."

    "Really?" I looked at Josh and he nodded.

    "Yeah, ask anybody," he grinned. "I swear, she always says stuff
like that and all you have to do is promise not to do it again."

    "But what if she tells the principal or..."

    "She won't." Josh was laughing. "You'll see, she's harmless. The
one you have to watch out for is Mr. Irving, cause he's pretty weird."

    "He is?" Mr. Irving was my math teacher, well, everyone's math
teacher, and I had him for class right after lunch. He seemed pretty
okay to me.

    "Yeah," Josh nodded. "If he catches you doing something he'll
spank you."

    "What?" I stared at Josh for a second and then laughed. "He does
not."

    "I swear, he does," Josh said. "Especially girls, but boys too. He
thinks it's better to get spanked than go to the principal's office."

    "Doesn't he get in trouble for that?" I asked, because everyone
knows teachers can't spank their students, at least not anyplace I
ever lived before.

    "Not around here," Josh shrugged. "But he's been a teacher
forever, so he spanked just about everybody's parents too. They
already know what he's like."

    "Oh...No way!" I giggled, refusing to believe that.

    "Yeah way!" Josh insisted happily. "But you're new so...I don't
know, probably he won't spank you."

    "Well, I'm not gonna get in trouble anyway," I decided. "So I'll
never have to find out."

    "Oh yeah?" Josh grinned. "You never get in trouble?"

    "Nope." I stuck out my tongue. "Not until I met you."

    "Oh, I see. You're gonna be one of those girlfriends always
blaming me, huh?"

    "Am I?" I giggled and only barely realized how relaxed I suddenly
felt, as if having Mrs. Blever give me a little scare was a good thing
somehow.

    "You're seriously cute when you tease me," Josh told me and we
were sitting close again.

    "Mmmm...Maybe I'll tease you a lot then," I smiled. "Since you love
it so much."

    "I love you," Josh said and then he stole a kiss just as the bell
was ringing, and all I could do was stare at him.



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