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Multiplication
by Charles Dickin (address withheld)

***

Adolescent Paul has fantasised for years over his 
voluptuous older cousin Rosemary. Then she offers to 
give him math lessons. (F/m-teen, ped, inc, 1st)

***

Paul hated math. He loathed arithmetic, he despised 
algebra and geometry made him want to puke. A month 
short of his 16th birthday, he excelled at just about 
every other subject in school, but at math he was a 
hopeless failure. 

As he bent closer over his homework, trying to grasp 
just an inkling of what a co-sine might be and whether 
it had big tits, the doorbell rang. He heard his mother 
walk to the door to answer it, and two seconds later, 
her voice rang out: "Paul, we've got an unexpected 
visitor."

Paul stepped from his bedroom and leaned over the 
landing to see who was calling. His heart leapt. 
Directly below him, chatting to his mother in the 
hallway was the delectable shape of his cousin 
Rosemary.

Paul had six first cousins, and was fond of them all. 
But Rosemary, 10 years his senior, had always been his 
firm favourite. When he was young, she had always 
looked out for him, and as he grew older, they had 
shared confidences, laughed together, walked together 
and gradually become firm friends.

But over the past two or three years, Paul had detected 
a difference in their relationship. Puberty's volcano 
had been welling up inside him for some time, so that 
now when he looked at Rosemary he saw a lot more than a 
friend with a laughter-lined face and a warm 
personality.

He also saw round, shapely buttocks, broad, 
childbearing hips, a slender waist and, above all, the 
most wonderful pair of breasts on God's earth. When she 
was around, he often caught himself drinking in the 
contours of her body, longing to touch and caress those 
ample curves.

Rosemary, too, had noticed the change in their 
friendship. Whereas before, her role in their 
relationship had been that of tomboy older cousin, now 
she often flirted with him. Paul was a good-looking boy 
with a firm, muscular body, and Rosemary was secretly 
flattered by the way he looked at her. 

At the school where she taught science she was regarded 
as something of a bookworm. She had not had a serious 
relationship with a man of her own age for three years, 
but like any red-blooded 25-year-old woman, Rosemary 
had physical needs and desires. 

Unknown to Paul, she too desperately wanted their 
relationship to go further. She wanted him badly, and 
again unknown to Paul, that was the main reason for her 
visit today. It was the start of her scheme to seduce 
him and break the law to lay claim to his 15-year-old 
cherry.

Blissfully ignorant of all this, Paul paused for a 
second at the top of the stairs to take in the view 
beneath. Rosemary was wearing a blue skirt and low-cut 
white cotton top. Paul gazed down her deep cleavage and 
felt a stirring in his pants.

He skipped down the stairs, two at a time. "Well if it 
isn't Rosy Lee, my favourite cousin," he called out to 
her. "Have you come to check up on me?"

As he reached the foot of the stairs, Rosemary put a 
hand to his face and pecked him on the cheek. "Just 
tell me you're at last getting to grips with that 
maths, that's all."

Paul laughed and pulled the face of someone who has 
just digested raw sewage. "Yuk," he said. "Please don't 
mention excrement quite so early in the conversation."

"Paul, don't be so vulgar," his mother chided him.

Rosemary interrupted. "Actually, Auntie Ruth, it 
occurred to me that I might be able to help Paul with 
his maths. As you may know, I studied maths right up to 
my first year of university, and although my degree is 
in physics and chemistry, my maths is pretty hot and I 
am a teacher. I was wondering if Paul would like some 
extra tuition during the school holidays – maybe even 
before."

"That's very kind of you Rosemary, but as you know 
money is tight and we couldn't afford to pay you much," 
said Ruth.

"Don't worry about that. Just take me out for a nice 
meal to celebrate Paul getting a grade A in his maths 
exams. Do we have a deal?"

Rosemary was a woman used to getting her own way, and 
within two minutes it was agreed that Paul would attend 
his first extra-curricular maths session at Rosemary's 
house at 10am the following Saturday.

Ruth and Rosemary wandered off to chat about the 
progress of a dress Rosemary was making – ostensibly 
the reason for her visit – and Paul was left to reflect 
on Rosemary's gently undulating backside heading for 
the living room and what a wonderful world it was that 
he inhabited.

On Saturday, a day that Paul habitually regarded as an 
excuse for a long lie-in, he was up and about by eight. 
By 9.30, he was freewheeling on his bike down the cul-
de-sac where he lived to make the five-mile journey 
across the city to Rosemary's house. His saddlebag was 
full of maths textbooks, his loins full of desire and 
his mind full of Rosemary.

His Auntie Gracie, his father's sister and Rosemary's 
mother, answered the door to the house she shared with 
Rosemary and her husband Basil. "My, you're early," she 
said. "Barely ten to ten. Basil's working today, but 
Rosemary will be down shortly."

Paul deposited his books on the dining room table, and 
sat down, pretending to read. 

After two minutes, Rosemary came in. She was wearing 
tight blue ski pants and a scoop-neck pink cotton 
blouse that was secured above her breasts with just 
three buttons and descended only as far as her navel. 
The ski pants accentuated the undulating contours of 
her backside and legs, and the fabric of the top was so 
thin Paul could clearly see her black bra beneath it.

Rosemary bent over the table towards him to look at one 
of his books, and as she did so Paul was rewarded with 
a view of her round and firm breasts, encased in a bra 
that barely contained half of them. She leaned forward 
further, and the blouse opened a little more, giving 
him an unrestricted view to the waistband of her ski-
pants, with those priceless twin black and white mounds 
in between.

Apparently unaware of Paul's preoccupation, Rosemary 
flipped open the book cover and said: "Oh yes, Basic 
Trigonometry, I remember this one. Perhaps a bit too 
far advanced just for now, don't you think? We don't 
want to run before we can walk, do we?"

She turned a fond and smiling face towards Paul, and he 
took a split second to remove his gaze from her breasts 
and meet her eyes. Rosemary was gratified. Her choice 
of wardrobe today was no accident, and as she met his 
gaze, she deliberately reached inside her blouse to 
adjust a bra strap. 

Paul reddened to his roots and Rosemary's brown eyes, 
fixed on his, twinkled mischievously. "There's one 
thing you must never forget over the next few weeks," 
she said, with heavy double entendre. "And that is that 
I am the teacher and you are the pupil. Do exactly as I 
say, and I guarantee – she paused wickedly for emphasis 
– I guarantee you will enjoy every minute of it."

She sat down opposite him. "Right, put the books to one 
side for a moment. I've put together some very basic 
algebra questions for you, and I'd like you to work on 
them for the next half-hour, so I can see roughly how 
far along the road you have come."

Rosemary pushed two sheets of foolscap paper across the 
table to him. He took out a pen, and started scanning 
the questions, but found it difficult to apply himself 
to the task. His mind was elsewhere – on Rosemary's 
sparkling, wicked brown eyes, on her big and sensuous 
mouth, her slender neck, her wonderful breasts. Paul 
took a deep breath and found himself inhaling 
Rosemary's subtle perfume, which didn't make things any 
better.

Just then, Gracie called out from the hallway. "I've 
got to pop into town for some stuff," she shouted. 
"I'll probably be about two hours. I'll get some fish 
and chips for our lunch on the way back, Rosemary."

With that the front door slammed, and Paul and Rosemary 
were left alone in the house.

Paul turned back to the algebra and began to see that 
Rosemary had chosen her questions wisely. The first two 
or three he found straightforward enough, but as he 
moved lower down the page, he found his mind stretched, 
though not stretched so far that he was incapable of 
making a decent stab at them.

Suddenly, his mind was distracted again. Rosemary's 
sandaled foot had brushed against his ankle. He moved 
his leg, but a moment later her foot slid up against 
him again, more lingeringly the second time. He moved 
once more, and a couple of seconds later her right foot 
descended on his left, swept slowly down his instep and 
returned to his ankle, brushing it repeatedly like a 
feather duster.

Paul did not move his leg this time. He raised his eyes 
nervously from his work to see Rosemary returning his 
gaze with an expression of deep longing on her face. 
She looked at him almost exactly as he remembered her 
looking at him when he had been a child, with a 
protective fondness. Only now there was something else 
there as well. 

It was fiery, it was sultry and it was inviting.

Rosemary's foot, now naked, brushed slowly up Paul's 
left calf, inserting itself beneath the trouser leg on 
to his skin. They gazed at one another across the 
table. Paul felt himself redden again, but held her 
gaze and tried to return her unspoken language. 

It worked. Rosemary's moist lips parted and her tongue 
slowly slid the circumference of her big mouth. Paul 
felt his breath catch in his throat and let out an 
involuntary groan. The hairs on the back of his neck 
began to tingle, his stomach tied itself in knots and 
his penis began to throb and harden. Was this really 
happening? Or was he still back home in bed, dreaming?

Rosemary's foot was now rubbing gently up and down his 
left thigh. She seemed to sense that his manhood was 
much aroused, and deftly slid her toes onto his crotch. 
To do so, she had to slide her chair back about a foot, 
which meant arching her back and pushing out her 
wonderful chest.

At the very moment that her red-polished toenails slid 
gently onto the tip of his penis inside his trousers, 
Paul was treated to the sight of Rosemary's black bra 
and its glorious contents pressing urgently against the 
thin, pink fabric of her blouse. He glimpsed a mound of 
white flesh between her buttons.

Paul wanted to pick up the table, fling it to one side 
and leap on top of her, but something in her steady, 
sensuous gaze told him that there was a better way, a 
sexier and far more gratifying way. He took a deep 
breath of her perfume and forced himself to hold her 
gaze and allow her to do as she would.

Rosemary's dainty toes had in a few seconds teased Paul 
into full arousal. His penis stood erect and throbbing. 
As Rosemary gazed into his eyes, she placed a thumb and 
forefinger on the table between them and mimicked the 
motion of pulling down a zip. Without taking his eyes 
from her, Paul reached between his legs and unzipped 
his trousers. Immediately Rosemary's slender foot slid 
inside. Her pupils dilated and she moaned softly as she 
discovered he was wearing nothing beneath.

She hooked her foot around his shaft and pulled it free 
of his trousers. It sprang upwards like a puppet on a 
string. Slowly, sensuously, Rosemary began to slide her 
toes up and down his eager manhood, still holding his 
eyes with hers. Paul groaned with pleasure.

Then she leant back in her chair, lifted her left foot 
on to his crotch as well and began to squeeze and pound 
his organ between them. Paul stared back at her, 
breathless with desire and disbelief.

He placed a hand on the table and motioned the action 
of unfastening buttons. Rosemary immediately 
understood. She removed her feet from his groin, stood 
up and came around to his side of the table. She gazed 
lustfully down at his long, erect penis, protruding 
from his trousers, and bent to whisper in his ear: 
"Would you like to see my bedroom?"

Paul nodded eagerly, and she kissed his ear and nibbled 
his neck. Then she took his hand and led him to the 
stairs. "Ladies first," she breathed, and began slowly 
to climb, still holding his hand behind her back. At 
the second stair she took his hand and placed it 
against the soft fabric of the ski-pants covering her 
right buttock. As they climbed Paul softly stroked her 
curves and watched her sinuous body move above him. At 
her bedroom door, he slid his hand between her legs and 
Rosemary let out a prolonged shudder.

She closed the door behind them and pulled him against 
her, grabbing his head and kissing him wetly on the 
lips, her tongue wrestling with his, her hands slipping 
under his shirt to caress his skin. Then she turned her 
back to him, leaned against the wall and pulled him 
against her backside.

His penis, still engorged and free, pummelled her 
wonderful buttocks. He felt totally out of control.

Rosemary sensed what was happening and groaned back at 
him: "No, not yet, not yet. Try to hang on a little 
longer, darling."

She pushed his heaving crotch away from her buttocks, 
turned and reached down to seize his frantic penis. 
Softly she stroked it with her fingertips, kissing his 
face and neck gently as she did so. Again she lent her 
face to his ear. "Why don't you go and lie down on the 
bed, darling?" she whispered. "You look all in."

Paul composed himself and kissed her neck softly, again 
savouring the taste of her skin. He did as he was told. 
He lay on his back and started trying to push his penis 
back inside his trousers. Rosemary joined him on the 
double bed, and snatched his hand away. "Leave that 
where it is," she sighed. "I haven't finished with it 
yet. Now then, did you say something about buttons?"

She knelt on his left side and returned her left hand 
to his penis. Her fingertips barely touched him, but 
that was all that was needed to maintain his adolescent 
arousal without putting more strain on it than it could 
bear. She very softly squeezed the very tip of his 
organ between her thumb and forefinger, while her right 
hand went to the front of her blouse. Very slowly, she 
undid the top button.

Then with the other two still fastened, she bent her 
head low and gently kissed the tip of his penis. Her 
pink blouse brushed against his thigh, and he gazed 
greedily inside it, devouring the sight of her deep, 
rounded cleavage, encased in black.

Rosemary knelt up again. She arched her back and began 
gently and sinuously to sway the top half of her body 
from side to side, forward and back, still softly 
rubbing the tip of his penis with her left hand. She 
took his fingers and guided them to her groin. Her 
breath came in little gasps and groans as she ground 
against his pubescent fingers. He felt her grow moist 
through the ski pants and gently probed with his hand. 

Now Rosemary's right hand slowly unfastened the second 
and third buttons of her blouse. She slipped it from 
her shoulders and threw it to the floor. His eyes 
devoured her as her black brassiere swayed to and fro 
and she ground against his hand with her loins. Her 
breasts bounced slowly up and down inside the bra, 
whose cups were cut in deep, lacy curves so that the 
flesh moved fluently above them. 

A hint of dark, circular skin surrounding her left 
nipple appeared, then vanished again inside the 
brassiere. Paul found himself mesmerised by a little 
red rose, stitched beneath her breasts where the two 
cups joined.

Suddenly, Rosemary let out a shudder and cried his name 
at the top of her voice. She bent over him, covered his 
penis with kisses and then slid it deep into her mouth. 
The gentle touch had given way to unbridled, passionate 
abandon as Rosemary shuddered and gasped in unbidden, 
multiple orgasm. 

She rammed his organ in and out between her lips, 
licking its tip furiously with her muscular tongue. 
Paul groaned with a pleasure he had had no idea was 
humanly possible. He grabbed a handful of her light 
brown hair and pushed up against her. His climax came 
upon him and a massive spurt of hot semen shot from his 
penis into her mouth. 

She swallowed it, licked her lips with relish and 
continued to bathe his organ with her tongue as it 
slowly softened in her hands. 

Then as they both fought to recover breath, she bent 
down to lick it clean and lay down beside him with her 
head on his shoulder. 

He put his arm around her and kissed her hair. "Can we 
try some multiplication later?" he whispered 
breathlessly into her ear.

The couple lay silently in one another's arms for a few 
minutes. Paul was a teenager of considerable power and 
stamina. He played soccer for his school first team and 
regularly worked out. It wasn't long before his racing 
pulse had slowed to normal and his breathing had become 
steady and rhythmical again. 

As he lay caressing the soft skin of Rosemary's 
shoulder, it dawned on him that although he had just 
enjoyed his first frenetic and frantic sexual 
experience with her, he had still not laid eyes upon 
her most intimate parts. He decided that now would be a 
good time to begin a little exploration.

Paul eased his left hand down the side of her body to 
her slender waist. He squeezed the skin gently, and 
Rosemary stirred slightly beside him. Then he slipped 
the hand beneath the waistband of her ski pants and 
found the tops of her buttocks. He slid it further down 
and began to caress the velvet skin inside. She felt 
soft and smooth, and soon his limp penis, still peeking 
from his trousers, began to stir once more. She smelt 
of body oil, perfume, musk and womanhood.

Without removing his hand from her pants, Paul raised 
himself slightly with his right elbow and gazed down at 
Rosemary as she lay on his shoulder. She looked up at 
him, and he kissed her softly on the mouth. Rosemary 
returned his caress, and he began to kiss her 
repeatedly, then eased his tongue between her lips, and 
softly licked their insides. 

Rosemary sighed and turned her head to give him better 
access. Paul explored her mouth delicately with his 
lips and tongue and at the same time found the zipper 
at the side of her pants and slid it down. 

Between kisses, he glanced down to see that his 
unzipping had revealed a pair of black panties. In the 
middle of their waistband at the front was a stitched 
red rose, exactly matching the one on her bra. He 
slipped his hand inside the front of her knickers and 
began gently to stroke the skin above her pubic hair.

As he did so, he started kissing her neck and her ears. 
Rosemary responded by unbuttoning his shirt and 
caressing his chest. She leaned hard against him, 
sighing with pleasure as her hands roamed his torso, 
and Paul plainly felt the pressure of her hard nipples 
on his stomach. He peeled her ski-pants lower and began 
to explore her moist womanhood.

Rosemary sighed with pleasure and pressed her lips hard 
against his mouth. Again her powerful tongue sought out 
his. Soon she discovered the areas in and around his 
mouth that aroused him most, and ruthlessly exploited 
them. Paul, his penis now fully erect, explored deeper 
inside her black panties, inserting one finger, then 
two, into her vagina, which had soaked her knickers and 
ski-pants with its moistness. 

Rosemary sighed and moaned, then arched her back and 
slipped her ski-pants around her thighs, moving his 
inexpert fingers to the spot she knew would drive her 
crazy. His forefinger located her clitoris and he soon 
discovered that a rapid flicking motion rapidly 
dissolved his maths teacher into rapture.

Rosemary savoured at least ten minutes of physical 
delight under the gentle ministrations of Paul's 
forefinger. Then, aroused and moist, she decided it was 
time for something more substantial inside her than a 
mere digit. 

Rosemary disentangled herself from his embraces. She 
stood beside the bed and peeled off her ski-pants, 
followed by her panties. She stepped out of them and 
stood before him wearing only her skimpy black bra. Her 
vagina was topped by an outcrop of light brown hair, 
which glistened with the moisture coating it, like dew 
on a lawn. 

Placing a hand on each broad hip, she swayed from side 
to side and turned slowly through 360 degrees, 
revealing her perfectly rounded, honey-coloured 
backside. Then she climbed back on the bed, slipped 
Paul's trousers down and sat astride his penis. She 
bent forward towards him and with one deft movement 
grasped his organ and slid it deep inside her. 

Finally, she sat up on his thighs, looking down at him 
and slowly rocking and swaying against his hardness, 
just as she had done against his fingers earlier.

Once again, Rosemary and Paul found themselves gazing 
speechless into one another's eyes. This time, however, 
there was no table to separate them. 

Her softness had been penetrated by his hardness. She 
adored the sensation of his organ inside her and he was 
driven to the point of ecstasy by the way her sheath 
gripped and stimulated him as she rocked slowly up and 
down.

Despite his intense pleasure, Paul felt he could 
maintain his hardness, without ejaculation, for a long 
time. He simply allowed Rosemary to set the pace and 
lay back and feasted on her beautiful body. With every 
rise and fall, her wonderful breasts moved slowly 
against the beat. As she moved down to take him deeper 
inside her, they rose slightly in their black cotton 
covering. As she rose, sensuously unsheathing his 
scabbard within her, they fell, and all the while the 
golden flesh above her brassiere gently undulated from 
side to side. This was far better than maths, thought 
Paul.

He leant up and kissed her lips, at the same time 
sliding his hands behind her back to unclasp the 
brassiere. She reached behind her to restrain him, a 
movement that caused her bra to slip down and again 
reveal the dark pink circle surrounding her right 
nipple.

"Not yet, darling," she sighed. "You will see them and 
kiss them soon, I promise you."

To compensate for his mild disappointment, Rosemary 
leaned forward and pressed her breasts towards his 
face, encouraging him to kiss their tops. As she did 
so, she kissed his neck and whispered in his ear: "I 
know how much you want to see them. I've seen you a 
thousand times looking at them. That's why I want to 
save it for the end."

Paul thrust upward with his pelvis and groaned into her 
ear. "Never mind all that," he hissed, his mouth nearly 
smothered by her left breast. "Just tell me what 
trigonometry is all about."

"It's when two bodies combine in equilibrium to satisfy 
a natural law," she replied in a whisper. "A bit like 
us really."

As she spoke, Rosemary gasped as a second orgasm 
erupted through her body without warning. She had never 
climaxed this early before, and now it had happened 
twice in 30 minutes. A long series of shudders wracked 
her body and she moaned with pleasure, her head turning 
upwards, her teeth clenched. As Paul began to push into 
her urgently, another tremor shook her to the core. "Oh 
God, oh my God, how I wanted you," she hissed. "Take 
off my bra and feel my breasts."

Paul again slid his hands to the clasp at the back of 
the bra. He unfastened it and the black cotton hung 
loose at her sides. Paul put the fingers of his right 
hand beneath the left shoulder strap and as he did so, 
Rosemary, her long climax ebbing slightly, jammed her 
elbows against her sides, holding the bra in place. 
Then she covered the cups with her hands as Paul 
slipped first one strap, then the other, down her arms.

Rosemary moved her left forearm over the bra's right 
cup, and with the help of her left fingers, unthreaded 
her right arm from its strap. Then she held the left 
cup in the other hand and slipped out of the left 
strap. Finally she sat astride Paul, moving languidly 
against him, her bra once more cupped to her breasts 
with both hands, her arms forming a diagonal cross over 
her chest.

Her performance had been delightfully slow, but she had 
successfully ensured that Paul saw nothing…just yet.

Despite her recent climax, Rosemary's was amazed to 
find herself becoming aroused yet again. She slid 
deliciously up and down on his penis, and at a snail's 
pace began to move the twin cups of her bra down her 
breasts, moving them from side to side as she did so. 
Paul watched spellbound. If a jumbo jet had crashed 
into the house at that moment, he would have been 
incapable of ungluing his eyes from Rosemary's swaying, 
heaving bosom. Slowly, oh so slowly, her wonderful 
breasts were coming out to play.

As the fabric of the bra reached the top of the dark 
circle around her nipples, she paused wickedly, teasing 
him even more by increasing her stroke rate and 
whispering down to him: "Shall I stop there, my 
darling? Surely you've had enough by now."

It may have been the intimacy of her teasing words. 
Perhaps it was the agonised expression on the 
teenager's innocent face beneath her. Maybe it had more 
to do with the way his rock-hard penis slid so 
deliciously inside her with unflagging stamina. 

Whatever the reason, Rosemary was flabbergasted as yet 
another orgasm swept through her. As she writhed 
through its ecstasy, the bedsprings protested noisily 
and she at last eased the black cups downward to expose 
her huge, dark and erect nipples.

Paul joined her in a duet of gasps, groans and cries. 
He sat up, grasped her brassiere and threw it to the 
floor. Then he gently held the swollen flesh 
surrounding her left nipple and guided it into his 
mouth. He bathed it with his tongue in long, sweeping 
strokes, he sucked it, he nibbled it with his lips. She 
tasted of salt and perfume. 

By now, the bedsprings had turned the duet into a trio. 
With his left hand, Paul stilled Rosemary's swaying 
right breast. It overflowed his hand and he caressed 
its eager nipple with his thumb. 

Paul felt a surging deep within him. For the second 
time in an hour, a burst of semen rocketed from his 
penis into Rosemary.

He cried her name and licked her deliciously hard left 
nipple with vigour. Rosemary cradled his head to her 
chest and kissed his hair. Her thighs and calves 
gripped tight against his hips.

A second, small jet of semen spurted weakly from his 
organ. Like Rosemary, he was at last spent. The couple 
collapsed on to the bed, its springs shouting a final 
protest, its duvet crumpled, creased and stained…

Thirty minutes later, Gracie returned to her house 
carrying three portions of fish and chips. She found 
her daughter, looking a little tired she thought, in 
the dining room, scanning through some algebra. 
Rosemary, having rapidly filled in the answers, some 
right, most wrong, was checking her work.

"How did the pupil get along then Rosemary?" asked her 
mum.

"Well, he's got some very strong points, but quite 
honestly mum, I do need to work on him – sorry I mean 
with him – a lot more frequently, maybe two or even 
three times a week."

"Goodness, dear, don't you go tiring yourself out. Are 
you okay?"

"I'm just fine mum."

Gracie turned towards the kitchen and Rosemary winced, 
gently stroking her aching groin. "Just fine," she 
repeated. "You know, I actually found my session with 
Paul quite stimulating."

"Good for you, dear. Try to keep it up."

"I will, mum. I will"

Three miles away, Paul cursed for the 20th time as he 
lowered his backside to the bike saddle. There were 
aching muscles in places where he thought he didn't 
even have places. But his face was beaming as he 
pedalled faster. My God, how I adore mathematics, he 
thought.

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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