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Subj: "Kathy" Book III, Chapter 19 (M/F) (444 lines)
January 20, 1998

This is about the 25th section (I may have lost count because of split-chapter
uploads) of a book that runs 31 chapters plus an epilogue.  This is the second
chapter of Book III.  For those of you who may have had problems finding the
various pieces, the chronology is Book II, Book I, and then Book III.

Readers are most strongly urged to read Kathy from the beginning.  It will
make no sense otherwise.  I hope to have the balance of the book posted within
a week or so.

Comments (of any kind) will be appreciated.  Contact me at morg105829@aol.com.
Although this is substantially more tame than many postings on A.S.S.M., the
usual disclaimers apply.  There is an addendum, however.  This book contains a
PLOT!  Accordingly great care should be exercised so as not to overtax one's
gray cells.

Permission is granted to repost, but only on non-commercial sites.  Please
inform me if you do so.

"Kathy"

(c) 1991, 1998 by Morgan.

Book III

Chapter 19

It was a warm afternoon.  Kathy was parked near the brow of Ken's ship, the
USS Evans.  She was out of the car facing the ship with her rump on the front
fender.  As Ken requested she was wearing her skin-tight Levi's and a Yale T-
shirt.  Her golden hair was being blown by the wind off the water but she made
no effort to control it knowing that a flip with a comb would put it right.
It was three forty-five -- 1545 in Ken's language.  Her behavior was totally
consistent with respect to people she loved.  If she was asked to do
something, she did it if it was within her power to do.  And she loved Ken
desperately.  She reflected on this man who had captured her heart.  She had
not known him for even a week but could not face the prospect of life without
him.  She accepted as a matter of indisputable fact that he was the man she
was made for.  It was very simple and straightforward.  He had telephoned
earlier in the afternoon and asked her to wear her jeans and a top that
revealed her figure.  He asked her to stand outside her car where she could be
seen from his ship, and to please be there at 1545.  She looked down at her
chest and decided with a grin that she just needed water and she was ready for
a wet T-shirt contest.  Ken had offered no explanation for the strange request
nor had it occurred to Kathy to ask for one.  Her lover had asked her to do
something and she was doing it.

She occupied her time by examining the ship.  She identified the hull, of
course, and the bridge.  There were single gun mounts fore and aft.  Then
there was a bewildering array of antennas that seemed to occupy every
available inch of superstructure.  She was surprised at the size and boxiness
of the structure below the bridge.  It appeared to her there had been two
different designers at work.  The one who designed the hull had had a sense of
aesthetics.  It was sleek and beautiful.  The other designer then put a big
metal box on the hull.  It was like a packing box shaped to hold a lot of
people and equipment, but a box nonetheless.  She thought the second designer
had ruined the sleek look begun by the first.

Although she was totally unfamiliar with the Navy, it seemed there was a
greater-than-normal amount of activity topside since it so close to liberty at
1600.  She wished the O'Rourkes could be with her to explain what was going
on.  She thought of them fondly; the young couple were now on their way to
California.

Ken was never far from her thoughts these days.  She found herself wondering
about his marriage and divorce.  In the few minutes they were together without
being consumed by their passion, a single question kept recurring with
increased intensity each time:  How had Ken been financially cleaned out?
These days such a thing almost never happened.  In the rare cases in which it
did happen, there had to be overwhelming fault on one side coupled with legal
representation so poor as to amount to malpractice.

She had been hearing the General Announcing System in action ever since she
arrived squawking announcements, most of which were totally unintelligible to
her.  She made a mental note to learn more about the Navy.  Finally, she heard
an announcement she did understand: Liberty was announced for three of four
duty sections.  The sailors started streaming off the ship, most in civilian
clothes.  She was surprised when those in uniform saluted her in a most
military fashion as they passed.  This caused her to stand up straight and
smile in return.

Then Ken came running over.  She wanted to laugh as she watched to poor man
try to run with a large suitcase in each hand.  She went to the back of the
car and opened the trunk for him.  He smiled gratefully and threw the bags in
and shut the lid, then took her in his arms for a hello kiss that -- as usual
-- became more than that.  With Ken, she decided, she had a very short fuse.
When he reluctantly pulled away, they were both breathless.  She blushed as
she heard what seemed to be the ship's entire duty section lined up at the
rail cheering their captain and his girl.  'Oh,' well, she thought, 'I might
as well make the best of it.'  As she went towards the driver's door, she
waved at the ship and smiled.  She was rewarded by a redoubling of the cheers.
They got in the car and Kathy drove away.  "Well," said Ken with a grin, "So
much for another of the dumb captain's great ideas.  I'm sorry, Honey.  I
didn't think it would work out this way."

"What way?" Kathy asked, puzzled, as she concentrated on threading her way out
of the base and back towards the freeway to Virginia Beach.  It was rush hour
and slow going.

"Kathy, in the Navy there's a reference to 'the 10 percent that never gets the
word.'  It's kind of a standing joke.  Well, it's pretty embarrassing when the
captain is in the 10 percent, and particularly when the word concerns his...
his..."

"Mistress is the word you're searching for, dear.  I am your mistress," Kathy
said with a warm smile.

"...lady," Ken finished.  "It seems that everyone on the Evans but me knows
who you are and what you are.  I kept hearing these snatches of conversation
all day, so I thought they might like to get a better look at you.  It was a
disaster.  The Exec was afraid guys were going to fall overboard staring at
you, or maybe cause the ship to capsize with all the weight on the shore side
of the vessel.  There were comparison made between you and the top Hollywood
beauties..."

Kathy stole a glance at Ken's face.  "How did I do?" she asked.

"It was terrible, Kathy.  Simply awful!"  He concealed a smile as he watched
her face fall.  "The others were dismissed out of hand.  The guy who thought a
particularly beautiful girl was almost in your class was accused of having his
taste in his feet.  Kathy, aboard USS Evans you are the most beautiful girl in
the world.  By the way, I didn't say 'considered', I said 'are'.  It is
established fact, like the sun rising in the east."  He smiled at her warmly.

Kathy smiled, basking in his love.  "And where does the captain of the Evans
stand on the ques tion?"

"Where can the captain stand?  With his men, of course!"  He grinned and
added, "I am their leader, after all."  She glanced at him and saw his face
become serious and show concern.  Haltingly, he continued in a voice that
initially worried her.  "Kathy...  Those bags in the trunk...  Kathy, I have
no right, but... you..."

"You're moving in with me.  That's wonderful!" she exclaimed with a bright
smile.

"But Kathy..."

"Ken," Kathy asked, "what characteristic does the Navy look for in its
officers?"

Ken looked puzzled.  "I don't understand your question..."

"Ken, officers -- particularly commanding officers -- are supposed to exercise
initiative.  You just did.  There is a girl with a big apartment.  She meets
this handsome man and instantly falls in love.  Her love for him is so
intense, when he's near her he's the only thing in color.  The rest of the
world is black-and-white.  She wants him to live with her so badly that she
would give him the bedroom and sleep on the floor except when he wanted to use
her body.  She is much too frightened to ask him because she's afraid he'll
laugh at her.  When he says he's moving in, the girl's body just starts to
melt.  She thinks, 'Maybe he cares for me, just a little, too.'  Thank you,
Ken, for having me."

As she concentrated on her driving, Ken studied her.  'My God!'  he thought.
'I can't believe what I'm hearing!  This girl, who has an abundance of
everything a man could possibly want in a woman, feels unworthy!  Of *me*!?'

"Ken," Kathy asked, changing the subject, "Why were those sailors saluting me
when they came off the ship?  I mean...  I'm not an officer or a flag or
anything."

Ken smiled.  "Yes you are.  Those guys, unlike their ignorant commanding
officer, know all about you.  They were saluting your beauty, Kathy.  More
than that, they were saluting a hero.  When a man is awarded the Medal of
Honor -- the nation's highest award for valor -- he is saluted first,
regardless of his rank or the rank of the person rendering honors.  As a
civilian you can't receive that award.  Furthermore, it's only awarded in
wartime, and, thank God, we're not fighting anyone right now.  You received
the Medal of Freedom which is the closest we can come for a civilian.  They
know you saved the lives of their shipmates, Kathy.  Several of them were in
Charley's that night."

"Ken, I need to learn about the Navy.  Are there some good books I could
read?"

"Kathy, please don't," he protested.

She looked hurt.  "Why not?"

"Because in no time flat you would be second guessing the Chief of Naval
Operations... and more than likely *you* would be right!  Honey, people have
been talking about street crime for years and it just gets worse.  You come
along right out of law school and it starts to recede here in Norfolk.  You
would be trying to shape up the Navy, too."

They had exited the Expressway and were making their way towards the apartment
when Ken saw a sign in the next block.  "Kathy, could you stop at that flower
shop in the next block, please?"  She pulled into a parking space and he said
he would be right out.  A few minutes later he was back with a long large box
which he just managed to fit across the back seat.  When they reached the
apart ment, Kathy carried the box while Ken carried his suitcases.  She was
waiting for him in the kitchen when he emerged from the bedroom.  "You didn't
open it," he said.

Kathy thought she heard a note of disappointment in his voice and said, "Open
what?"

"The box, silly!"

"But... It's for me?"

"Who else would it be for?" Ken asked.  "Of course it's for you!"  Ken got
another insight into this remarkable girl.  Nothing was ever too good for her
friends or too much trouble for her to do for them but she could not seem to
understand that others might ever want to do something for her.  He realized
that Kathy Smith was the most unselfish person he had ever met.

Kathy opened the box, revealing dozens of red roses.  "Oh, Ken!  They're
beautiful!  But there are so many..."

"Do you really like them?" he asked diffidently.

"*Like* them!?  Oh, Ken, I adore them!"  She looked up at him sweetly and
added, "No one has ever given me flowers before!"  He took her in his arms and
kissed her.  As he did, he wondered how there could be so many stupid guys in
the world.  Kathy should be walking on flowers coming from thousands of
admirers.  What was wrong?

It was only five o'clock, Kathy noticed, much too early for dinner.  She
thought she would get started on a project she had been mulling over in her
mind.  In the meantime, Ken had changed into a golf shirt and slacks and asked
her if she would like a drink.  She told him there was something she wanted to
do first and led him through the exercise room.  His eyes widened as he saw
all of the equipment for the first time.  'My God!' he thought.  'A fully
equipped gym, too.'  At the far wall Kathy inserted a key and activated a
switch.  A motor-driven door opened slowly away from them, and they walked
into an office.  Ken hadn't realized it, but when they entered the gym they
had entered the office building fronting the main street.  He was in a
lawyer's office.  Kathy activated another concealed switch and a section of
the wall of bookcases slid back in place.  She excused herself while Ken
looked around and was puzzled.  It was a beautifully furnished office suite.
'The sort of surroundings,' Ken thought, 'designed to extract maximum fees
from clients with the minimum of complaint.'  Going through to the outer
office he found a desk for a secretary-reception ist and a good-sized
conference room next to it.  Something bothered him, but...  It suddenly came
to him.  The office was unoccupied and had never been occupied.  Of course!
There were no maga zines in the reception area, no files on the desk --
nothing!

When Kathy emerged from the bathroom, Ken was stunned.  A lovely hoyden
wearing jeans and a T- shirt had gone into a room.  A lovely young attorney
reappeared in her place.  As she smiled at him, Ken saw the unspoken question
in her eyes, 'Do you approve?'  She was wearing her favorite warm- weather
outfit: a man-tailored cotton cord suit.  The blue in the material's vertical
stripes comple mented the blue of her eyes and Ken whistled appreciatively.
After blushing with pleasure Kathy turned surprisingly businesslike.  He
reflected that, given her accomplishments, she had to be good.  He smiled to
himself.  Behind her on the wall were the usual lawyer's trappings: an array
of framed diplomas, all honors degrees from top schools.

"Commander, I would like to review the facts surrounding your recent divorce."

Ken was shocked.  Kathy was being absolutely serious and businesslike.
'Exactly the way Knight never was,' Ken thought.  "Let's do it!  Miss Smith,
what would you like to know?  And may I call you Kathy?" he asked.

He melted under her warm smile, "Of course, Commander.  Now tell me some
basics."

His ex-wife's name was Sylvia.  "Kathy, the easy way to describe Sylvia is to
say that two people could not be greater polar opposites than you two.  You're
totally unselfish while she's totally self- centered.  You rejoice in
lovemaking; Sylvia hates it.  You are bright and gold while Sylvia is dull and
dark.  I could go on but you get the idea.  We had only been married for a few
months when Sylvia tells me she is filing for a divorce.  I'm certainly
stupid, I freely admit, but not a complete idiot.  The marriage was a disaster
from the beginning, so it was an opportunity to cut my losses.  Who knows?  I
might meet a golden goddess who melts my insides..."

"Commander, the subject is law, not love."  She grinned at him and added, "If
you're good, the love will come later.  In fact, even if you're not so good...
But what was the outcome?  I gather you were serious when you said you were
financially wiped out?"

Ken smiled wryly.  "I was all *too* serious.  Everything I had, she got.
Except for what my lawyer took, of course."

"Who was your lawyer and how did you find him?"

"He is a lawyer named Homer Knight with an office in Norfolk.  I retained him
because he was cheap.  Also, he was recommended to me by Sylvia's attorney.
Because of the nature of the action, her lawyer initially was going to
represent us both but decided it would be better if I had my own counsel."

"Ken, you've just learned something.  Sometimes the lowest-priced lawyer can
be the most expen sive.  I smell a rat -- a very big rat -- that's really
stinking up this office.  I'll explain in a minute.  But first, what were the
grounds for divorce?  General incompatibility or something like it?"

"You're right, but..."  Ken stopped, looking puzzled.  "But that's not the way
it ended up..."

"What was Sylvia's maiden name?"

"It was Black.  Why?"

"Just asking.  Ken, were you present at the divorce hearing?"

"No.  We were on an extended Med deployment.  Homer said that it was all
routine and everything would be taken care of when I got back.  Well, the way
it worked out, it wasn't.  I was!"

"When did you get back to Norfolk?"

"Early last week... Monday, I guess.  Then the roof fell in.  When I met you
at Charley's, I had just finished signing over everything at Knight's office."
Ken blushed, remembering.  "Kathy, I want to apologize to you again for what I
said to you that night.  I would rather forget it, but I can't.  What I said
to you was unforgivable.  Christ!  I think I even accused you of being a
whore!"

"Your words were 'B-girl'," she said with a warm smile.  "But there's
absolutely nothing to forgive.  After all, I did pick you up in a bar."
Getting back to the subject she asked, "Ken, do you have the final papers on
your divorce?"

"They're on the ship.  I didn't even look at them.  Homer told me what
happened, and I was just stunned... in a state of shock.  I just never
expected...  Kathy, can you explain to me what did happen?  You seem to have
some idea..."

"Ken, I think you were set up.  You were fattened, killed, stuffed, roasted
and served as the main course for dinner.  I need to check this out before I
can be sure, but I'll give you my theory.  All the known facts fit it, by the
way."  Kathy had a sudden inspiration.  "Ken, I don't want there to be any
secrets between us, but could you be a dear and wait out in the reception room
for a minute?"  She grinned and added, "There are lots of law books you can
read.  They don't have any pictures, but you can admire the big words we
lawyers love to use."  Ken was puzzled but complied.  He even took a law book
at random off the shelf out with him.  Realizing Kathy wanted privacy, he
closed her office door.

When he left, she picked up the phone, checked in her wallet and dialed a
number.  The phone at the other end was picked up on the first ring.  A deep
male voice said a single word, "Yes?"

"This is Angel.  I need to speak to Tony."

The voice changed instantly from boredom to respect.  He sounded like he had
been jerked to attention.  "Yes, ma'am!  Immediately."

An instant later she heard Tony Donetti's voice.  "Can you give me a minute,
Angel?  We were in the middle of a conference and the boys are leaving the
office so we can talk."  She could hear the sound of movement and then a door
closing.  "Now how can I help?" he asked.

"Tony, I have a problem perhaps you can help me with.  A friend -- a very
close friend -- is a naval officer.  He was just cleaned out in a divorce
action that sounds like a scam.  I thought maybe you could ask around..."

"He's the one, isn't he?  He's the man you've been waiting for.  I can hear it
in your voice!"

She smiled at his perceptiveness.  'My God,' she thought, 'I might as well
advertise it in the papers!'  Aloud she said, "He's the one for me, Tony, but
I don't..."

"Angel, unless he's a hopeless idiot, he's yours.  Now, what do I need to
know?"

"There are only a few things now.  The officer's name is Commander Kenneth
Stark.  His wife's maiden name was Sylvia Black.  He was represented by a
conniving creep named Homer Knight."

"Give me a phone number.  I'll get right back."  He hung up and Kathy looked
at her instrument.  He had been as good as his word.  He had said anytime.  It
was obvious he had stopped a meeting in progress to take her call.

She went out to the reception room to get Ken.  When they returned to their
former seats, she smiled at him lovingly.  "My theory is this:  You were
filing for a straight uncontested incompatibility divorce -- very short
duration, no children.  It can be easily done for a few hundred dollars by any
attorney.  It could have been done, in fact, by a single lawyer representing
both sides.  I think it's a terrible practice, but it's done every day,
particularly in cases such as yours.  The tip was when you said that you were
starting in that direction, when her lawyer...  Who is he, by the way?"

"His name is Holmes.  Edward Holmes."

Kathy continued, "Holmes gets his buddy, Knight, in on the scam.  He has to,
Ken.  They then shift to a fault action.  The way you were cleaned out it had
to be all fault: adultery, wife-beating, the whole nine yards.  A single
lawyer -- Holmes, in this case -- couldn't represent both parties.  The judge
would smell a rat stinking up his courtroom.  After reading the bill of
particulars I'm almost certain he would refuse to hear the case if the
defendant were not represented by personal counsel.  Ken, our system of
jurisprudence is grounded on the adversary system.  It's not perfect, heaven
knows, but the theory is that when each side presents its best case, the truth
will out.  Unfortunately, it can be defeated if there aren't two sides.  If,
rather, two attorneys are representing a single side: in this case, the
plaintiff, Sylvia.  Does it make any sense?"

Ken had gone white.  She could see perspiration on his forehead in spite of
the climate-controlled environment.  "Perfect sense!  My God!  Everything I
know fits.  Can we do anything now?"

"I think so.  I'll be right back."  Kathy got up and went to the outer office.
He heard a file drawer open and close, then the sound of a typewriter.  He
went out to look.  Kathy was at the typewriter rapidly filling out a form.
The way her fingers flew over the keys Ken knew she could be a top-flight
legal secretary.  'Yet another of her skills,' he thought.  Then he heard a
copier warming up.  Kathy spun the form out of the typewriter and marched back
into her office.

"Ken, give me one dollar, please."  He looked puzzled, but opened his wallet.
He still had almost all of the $2,000 she had put in it on Saturday night.  He
was amused at the idea of giving her back one dollar of the $2,000 she had
given him.  He handed her the dollar.  "Thank you.  Now please sign above your
name at the bottom."

He saw the indicated position and signed, then passed the form back to her.
She signed also, went to the outer office and came back moments later with two
copies.  She gave him one of them.  "What's this?" he inquired.

"Ken, you have just signed a form retaining me to act as your attorney in all
matters relating to your divorce.  The form, a copy of which will go to Homer
Knight, certified mail, removes him as your attorney of record, effective
immediately.  The money was my full fee for services.  I acknowledged receipt
of the fee and accepted the appointment."

"One dollar?  That's all?" he said in a bemused voice.

Kathy shook her head sadly and said, "After all the damned trouble you got
yourself into, would you do me a big favor?  For God's sake, will you read a
paper *before* you sign it?  If you had read the damned form you would have
seen '$1 and other valuable considerations,' the nature of said 'other
valuable considerations' I'll leave to your imagination," she replied smiling
lasciviously.  The telephone rang and Kathy picked it up.  It was Tony.  She
glanced at the clock and found it had been less than thirty minutes since they
first talked.  He must need more information.

"Angel, you got it right.  No wonder you did the job you did for the DA!
Sylvia Black -- we'll call her that because that's the name you know her by --
is a small-time grifter.  She has a good little business going fleecing
sailors.  Angel, I'm embarrassed.  We provide certain... services to the
fleet, but this was never intended to be one of them.  Apparently she works it
by acting like she has... connections... I can absolutely assure you she does
not have!  She works with a sleaze named Holmes, but she's the brains.  I
haven't got it all yet, but I have already found at least three other guys
she's cleaned out in less than two years.  They're always sailors and it
always works the same way.  Your man was out on a long cruise, wasn't he?"

Kathy answered, "Yes."

"I thought so:  He had to be.  They always are.  The sucker... I'm sorry,
Angel... the man thinks he's going for an uncontested divorce.  There's always
another lawyer in it with them representing the guy.  The guy is served with
papers, which -- if he bother to read them and they never do -- say
uncontested, no-fault and all that other good stuff.  Then the papers are
switched.  There is a new filing replacing the others.  The new filing alleges
physical cruelty, adultery and anything else her creative mind can add.  And
she *is* creative, I'm told.  There's sewer service on the new papers and off
they go.  They try to time the trial for just after the guy sails so
everything is all wrapped up with a big red bow by the time he gets back.
Then he's just told who to sign over what to.  The poor guy doesn't even know
what hit him.  And even if he smells a rat he doesn't have a dime left to use
for another lawyer.

"There's more, Angel.  It's embarrassing to me!  They use some of my people.
Girls to testify... that sort of thing.  Kathy, Sylvia may be a masochist.
One of our people whipped her so she could show the fresh marks on her back.
It was done close enough to the time of the split that the colors would be
right and all that.  How much more do you need, Angel?  If you agree, the word
is going out that she is not protected and the judge will be amenable to
reopening the case."

"That's all I need.  I agree," she said cryptically.

"He's sitting with you, isn't he?  You don't need to answer.  Thank you,
Angel!  I appreciate it very much."

"What do you mean?" she asked, very puzzled.

"The opportunity to help you.  I was hoping, but frankly, I couldn't really
think of how I could.  Call me if you need any more.  By the way, Tom and
Cindy -- he's calling her Cindy, not Cynthia, now -- are back from their
honeymoon.  My God, they just radiate happiness.  I still owe you -- big!  And
so does Sal.  We love you Angel.  Good bye."

After hanging up, she looked at the instrument.  'Good heavens!' she thought,
'he got it all and in only thirty minutes.'  She looked at Ken and said, "I
won't tell you, yet, who was on the end of that call, but I will tell you...
Please wait one more second!"

She hit the redial button.  The same voice answered the same way.  "This is
Angel.  I need to speak to Tony."

An instant later he was back on the line.  "What did you forget?"

"I need the name she used in her previous marriage, the court in which the
divorce was filed -- that sort of thing."

"Wait one second," he said.  He was almost as good as his word.  "It was
Collins.  She was Mrs. Edward Collins.  It was in Newport News on...  May 15
of THIS YEAR!  Angel, you did it!  I didn't know before, but I'm starting to
see the way your mind works.  I'll bet you've got her on bigamy!  I am
prepared to have my girls recant their testimony with Stark, testify about
whipping Sylvia and all of that stuff.  I still will without a second's
thought if you need it, but with bigamy it all blows away, right?  Let me
know."  Tony hung up.

"Ken, when did you marry Sylvia?  It's important."

"The second Day of Infamy?  It was March...  Of course!  The ides of March:
March 15!  Me and Julius Cæsar," He replied with a smile.

"Bingo!" Kathy shouted and rushed around the desk to launch herself into his
lap.  She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him joyously -- and then
passionately.  Slowly she pulled away and allowed her head to clear from the
effects of his kiss, but stayed on his lap.  "Honey, you're home free!  You
get it all back.  Every dime!  She was a bigamist.  On March 15, she was still
legally married to a guy named Edward Collins.  Your marriage never took
place!"

Ken looked at the lovely girl he was holding in his arms.  Somehow she was
feather-light on his lap.  In less than one hour and two phone calls she had
put his life back together.  After kissing her softly he asked, "How did you
know?"

"Ken," she replied, feeling almost childlike in his arms, "Sylvia was running
a racket.  My source -- who is unusually reliable -- found three marriages and
is confident there were more -- possibly many more.  She always worked with
Holmes although the other lawyer changed from time to time."  She went on to
explain what she had learned and its significance.  Finally she said, "Can I
stop playing lawyer now?  Can I take you up on the drink offer?"

Ken was amused.  Instead of wearing her suit back to the apartment she went
back into her wash room and reappeared moments later in her jeans and T-shirt.
He made drinks while she made dinner.  That night they went to bed early with
Kathy jumping in first.  The covers were up around her neck when he emerged
from the bathroom.  She flipped them back to welcome him, revealing her
beautiful golden body.  "Now about those 'other valuable considerations'..."

They got very little sleep that night as they took turns waking each other for
more lovemaking.

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