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Harry, Willie Alf and Tommy
by Patrick Buckley (patrickbuckley55@gmail.com)

***

A man has a relationship with homeless guys. (MM, oral, 
anal, orgy, ws)

***

After finishing school I got a job in a large and 
successful warehouse as their computer expert. 
Fortunately, I was paid an above average salary because 
of my considerable computer knowledge. Being a geek in 
high school had really paid off. I was average looking 
and measured 5’9” in height. I weighed about one hundred 
and forty five pounds and had an attractive physique. 
No, I didn’t wear geeky spectacles, and my vision was 
very good. I was no stud but had a slightly above 
average 7” circumcised cock. People did not stop and 
stare at me in awe, but being nineteen years of age was 
certainly an advantage.

I had moved to the small city/large town where I was 
employed with great relief, having gotten away from my 
family. I could now embrace my homosexuality with no 
qualms. The small apartment that I rented was very 
private and extremely well situated. Prior to beginning 
my new job a year before, and in the ensuing ten months 
my sex life had been almost non-existent. An occasional 
grope and fiddle at school with about summed it up. 

Ten months after my working life began however my 
existence changed significantly. I was asked if I wanted 
to visit the cinema in an Adult bookstore near my home, 
while purchasing a porn DVD. I had no idea what the 
person behind the counter was talking about but paid the 
required amount to enter the “den of iniquity”. I was 
buzzed though and entered into the rear part of the 
store. 

The back section was rather seedy. Walking through the 
door I observed a passage going in both directions. To 
the right the passage was rather short, and as you 
turned the corner left there were two toilets on the 
right hand side. Opposite on the left there was a room 
of about twenty four square metres, with a large screen 
television playing a straight porn movie. Some slut was 
being spit-roasted by two hunky guys. There were about 
fifteen plastic chairs in this room all facing the 
monitor. An elderly man sat alone in this room playing 
with his penis.

Disinterested, I moved back to the passage where I had 
entered the door to the cinema section and proceeded 
left. About four metres after the entry door there was a 
passage that led off to the right. In this passage there 
was a room directly before me and one to my right. They 
were both unoccupied and had raised built-in bunks with 
green plastic mattresses. On the left there was another 
room with a large flat screen television playing a gay 
movie. There were also about a dozen or so chairs’ 
facing the screen but the room was unoccupied. 

I exited this section, and turning left walked further 
down the long passage. At the end there was a small 
staircase with passages leading off on either side. To 
the left there were several locked rooms that I later 
learned were for private viewing. These were very small 
and could not have been more that 2x1 metres in size. 
Each one obviously had its own television with a plastic 
chair.

To the right there were four larger cubicles with huge 
glory-holes that faced towards a platform that the 
stairs led up to. I climbed the stairs and observed a 
fairly good looking man standing in front of the last 
glory-hole cubicle. I immediately descended the stairs 
and entered the cubicle that he was standing before. I 
was met by an uncut cock protruding through the glory-
hole which I instantly began to suckle on. Being no oral 
expert I did my very best. He bent down after a while 
and told me to keep my head still so that he could face-
fuck me. I obliged and he started thrusting rapidly. 

As I relaxed the process became quite enjoyable. With 
supreme concentration I was eventually able to 
accommodate his entire dick in my mouth. I heard him 
instruct me to use my tongue which I also did. Shortly 
after that he shot his load into my mouth. The taste was 
quite pleasant. Once finished he pulled his pants up and 
left immediately.           

After my graduation into oral sex, I milled around for 
about thirty minutes. There was no further action, and I 
hoped that it simply a slow night. The other two patrons 
that I encountered simply did not do it for me. I left 
elated if somewhat disappointed. My routine at the 
bookstore, after my initial visit, was restricted to two 
visits a week. I would visit for an hour or so on 
Wednesday evenings, and would spend about two hours at 
the establishment late on a Saturday afternoons. 

The visits following my initial visit were a lot more 
interesting at the bookstore. I really loved the glory 
hole section, and that is where I spent most of my time. 
I even had a scene in one of the cubicles and sadly have 
to admit that my cherry was taken by an anonymous man. I 
had at last had anal sex. Thankfully he was quite gentle 
and I was initiated in a pleasant way.  

***

After leaving bookstore at around 7pm one Saturday 
evening I met Harry sitting a half a block from the 
bookstore. He was a homeless man and sat on the ground 
with his back propped up against a shop window, holding 
a cute little dog. As I knelt a small way from him the 
little dog ran over. As I patted the dog Harry asked me 
if I had had a good time in the bookstore having 
observed me exit from there. I smiled and said that it 
hadn’t been too bad. 

Harry asked me if I lived nearby to which I nodded yes. 
He then asked me if I had some food to spare as he was 
rather hungry. I will never understand why, but I 
invited him to follow me. He did so with his dog and a 
fairly large duffel bag. Harry was about six feet tall 
fairly clean looking. He was forty five years old and 
was not too bad on the eye. While walking to the 
apartment he told me that he could do with a shower if I 
would allow it. I replied that that wouldn’t be a 
problem. 

When we arrived at the apartment I gave the dog a bowl 
with a few tit bits. I then plated up some leftovers for 
Harry. As he ate I took note of his hands. They were a 
little grubby but his nails were short and fairly clean. 
He had also removed his cap to reveal a full head of 
mouse-brown hair that was clipped quite short. He had 
two day old stubble, and his teeth looked to be in good 
condition. He told me that he visited a homeless shelter 
on Mondays and Thursdays, to shower and shave. They also 
supplied him with a meal on those days.

When he finished eating I offered to do his washing for 
him and he gratefully accepted. I told him to strip and 
give me everything that needed to be washed. Standing 
naked before me he was a sexy and well-proportioned man. 
He had reasonable body hair and a substantial uncut 
cock. I would later find out that his cock was about 
eight inches hard. I placed all his clothing in my 
washer/dryer, and set it on the required five hour 
cycle. 

I informed him he could stay the night, and that I would 
iron all his clothing early the next morning. Harry sat 
nude on a towel on the sofa as we sipped our beers and 
enjoyed a few smokes. At around 9pm we headed for bed 
after I had placed a small blanket on the ground for the 
dog to sleep on. Before getting into bed Harry asked if 
he should shower first. I replied that I would prefer 
him to do so in the morning.

As we lay in bed I got a good whiff of his body odour. 
It wasn’t hectic but strong and masculine. He moved on 
top of me and pushed my legs apart with his knees. He 
really enjoyed kissing and was very good at it. He 
ground his cock into me as we made out for the next ten 
minutes. As he nibbled on my ear he told me to turn onto 
my stomach. He lifted his body and I changed position, 
before he lowered himself back onto me. His cock then 
slid up and down my crevice for the next few minutes. I 
could feel my crack becoming slimier, as his cock oozed 
copious amounts of pre-cum between my cheeks. Harry then 
lifted slightly and started inserting his cock into me. 

He was a lot bigger than the first guy that fucked me 
and the pain was fairly intense. He took his time and 
before too long was balls-deep in my hole. Rhythmically 
he started thrusting into me while licking my neck and 
ears. The rough stubble on his face was driving me 
crazy. He pulled both my arms up on either side of my 
head, and started caressing me with his rough hands. I 
had never experienced anything as erotic as this in my 
entire life. He kept varying his pace and fucked me for 
forty glorious minutes. When he emptied his load into 
me, I had cum twice on the sheet.

We were both very sweaty when he got off me, and I 
suggested we go to the lounge and have another smoke and 
a beer. He was very happy with that idea. When retuned 
to bed a while later, Harry got straight on top of me 
and resumed our lovemaking. This time however I was on 
my back. When he inserted his dick into me it felt twice 
the size it had before. Thankfully after five minutes I 
had adapted to my anal intruder, and with my legs 
wrapped around him enjoyed my second fucking. Before 
coming Harry pulled his cock out of me and moved it to 
my mouth. Soon he was spewing his load. Once round two 
finished, we were in dreamland within five minutes.

The following morning I awoke and went to the bathroom 
to douche. Returning to the bed I observed Harry lying 
on top of the duvet. I walked over and kissed him before 
lifting his left arm and cleaning his armpit. Soon the 
right armpit followed to approving sighs from Harry. I 
moved down to his genitals and washed them with my 
tongue. His cock was rock hard as I tugged on his tight 
foreskin to release its prisoner. The head was very 
funky and obviously saw the light of day very seldom. 
Having never rimmed anyone before, I decided to explore 
this practice as well. 

Harry pulled his legs back and I winced at the pungent 
smell emanating from his crack. I dove right in and 
started licking voraciously. As I finished Harry hopped 
off the bed, and pulling me into the doggy position 
fucked me at the edge of the bed. Overexcited as he was 
his entry was quick and painful. His powerful hands 
however made it clear that escape was not an option. 
After a while he lifted my torso and started caressing 
my body with his arms around me. Harry then pushed me on 
to the bed on my stomach, and leaning on straight arms 
really started thrusting into me. After a few minutes he 
shot his load into my arse. 

While Harry showered and shaved I made breakfast. I also 
gave him a new toothbrush from one of my many spares. I 
had seen the one he was using the previous evening, and 
it looked as if it had reached its sell by date a year 
earlier. After breakfast I ironed all his clothing in 
twenty minutes. Once dressed, shaved, and cleaned, he 
looked very respectable. I asked him if he wanted to 
stay for lunch but he regrettably had an engagement and 
could not do so. Apparently a buddy of his named Willie 
had been beaten up that week and was in hospital. 

Already missing four teeth, Willie had gotten another 
four knocked out. As if that wasn’t bad enough, while in 
hospital four of his back teeth were also extracted 
because they were totally rotten. Harry said he was 
pleased about this in a way, because Willie had a breath 
that could raise the living dead. Hopefully the 
extractions had sorted that problem out. He told me that 
Willie was a really great guy, and that I would like him 
a lot. I politely said that I would love to meet him. 

Before leaving I gave Harry some money, five packets of 
cigarettes, and a packet of sandwiches for later. He 
asked me if he would see me the following Saturday. I 
smiled and answered: “same time, same place”. After he 
left I was very pleased about my reckless decision the 
previous evening. I would definitely look out for him 
the following Saturday.

***

That Wednesday evening was a good one at the bookstore. 
I met a guy a year older than me called Tommy. I 
introduced myself as Warren after which we chatted for a 
while. Tommy was taller than me and about thirty pounds 
overweight. He had a cute face and lovely demeanour. He 
lived with his parents and was shit-scared of them 
finding out that he was gay. It was really strange to 
engage someone in this place of total anonymity. We 
moved to one of the cubicles and undressed. He was quite 
hairy and had a cut cock that was almost identical to 
mine. 

He was very loveable and adored kissing, so we kissed 
for twenty minutes while fondling one another. Being 
versatile he loved giving and receiving. I would finally 
get to penetrate someone. We flip-flopped for half an 
hour before shooting our loads into each other’s mouths. 
The kissing never ceased throughout our encounter, and 
once done he asked me if he would see me again the 
following week. I replied that I would like that very 
much. Spent, we left the bookstore and went our separate 
ways. As I walked home smiling I knew that he could 
become a habit with me.

On Saturday I half-heartedly went to the bookstore. I 
was far more interested in seeing Harry after my visit. 
I milled around and sucked one guy off through a glory-
hole. After the required time had passed, I left hoping 
like hell that Harry would be waiting. As I left the 
bookstore I was delighted to see him in the same 
location as last time, dog and all. What surprised me 
however was that he had a tall lanky man with him that I 
surmised was the buddy he had spoken about. It appeared 
that my politeness had been taken literally.

One would take some time to realize that Harry was a 
homeless man; with Willie it was totally obvious. With 
his absent teeth his mouth looked like a poorly 
maintained graveyard with missing tombstones. He was 
ugly with huge prominent ears, and a large nose. He had 
wispy blond hair that was almost white, with white 
eyelashes and a pale ruddy complexion. 

His flimsy beard was slightly darker than his hair, and 
had a reddish tinge. His eyes were very light brown with 
a hint of green. He stood around 6”2” with a wiry body 
and huge hands and feet. His clothing was really grubby 
with holes in his pants, a moth-eaten shirt, and very 
dirty trainers. When we shook hands his body odour was 
very powerful.

When Harry asked if Willie could tag along I almost 
bailed. The shit-faced smile and look of anticipation on 
Willie’s face however made me relent. I replied that it 
wasn’t a problem at all. Willie also had a duffel bag, 
albeit smaller than Harry’s. 

We presently left in the direction of my home. After 
arriving I fed the dog his titbits, and plated up two 
dishes for Harry and Willie. Before sitting down at the 
table I asked them to strip so I could do the washing. 
The clothes they were wearing and the contents of the 
duffel bags were soon being washed in the washer/dryer. 
They sat on hand towels at the dining table, eating and 
enjoying a beer. 

When Willie stripped I observed that his skin was very 
pale. He was almost hairless except for tufts under his 
arms, and above his crotch. His feet and hands were 
really attractive, but his hands were in need a really 
good scrubbing. He wore size thirteen shoes, and Harry 
wore size ten. His cock was like no other I had ever 
seen nor would ever see again. It was extremely pale 
almost translucent, with prominent blue veins 
crisscrossing the entire dick. As I later learnt his 
cock was nine inches long, and had a very pronounced 
upward curve. When erect the tip of his cock touched his 
body above his bellybutton. 

It tapered from a very thick base to a fairly small 
head, which was totally indiscernible under a very long 
non retractable foreskin. The extra skin off the end of 
his cock looked like a wrinkled dried fruit of sorts. 
Willie also had the strangest balls I had ever seen. The 
actual balls were not particularly large, but his 
scrotum hung halfway down his legs. His balls were also 
very pale with blue veins, and were almost totally 
hairless. After dinner we sat in the lounge while 
smoking and drinking beer. Willie had an infantile sense 
of humour but one couldn’t help but laugh as he joked, 
chuckled and chatted. 

After a while he asked me if I didn’t feel a bit 
overdressed for the occasion. I laughed and left for the 
room to strip before retuning naked to join the two men 
in the lounge. I sat on the couch opposite the guys who 
occupied the two chairs. In a while Willie got up and 
joined me on the couch. Willie put his arm around my 
neck as he moved closer to me. 

***

I was rather pleased I had not met him a week earlier 
because his breath wasn’t exactly fragrant. It was clear 
that oral hygiene was not a great priority in his life. 
His body odour was also adding to the hum that enveloped 
us. He swiftly placed his mouth over mine and started to 
snog me ardently. His penetrating tongue was long and 
thick, as he slobbered over my lips. The gaps between 
his teeth felt strange as my tongue played around his 
mouth. Soon he had me flat on my back in the middle of 
the couch as he assumed a sixty-nine position with me. 

His cock smelt of urine as it danced above my face. As 
he entered my mouth I was amazed how comfortably his 
curved cock slipped into my mouth and down my throat. 
Before long he was balls-deep in my mouth and throat. As 
he sucked on my cock I felt my legs being lifted, and 
then the unmistakable prodding of another cock pushing 
at my hole. I could hardly utter a sound as Harry’s cock 
forced its way into me. I was in heaven and I prayed 
that this would carry on all night. 

My very first threesome and I had hit the jackpot. After 
five minutes Willie tried to get off me presumably to 
swap places with Harry, but I clung on to his arse with 
all my might. I heard him tell Harry that they had 
better retain their current station. A few minutes later 
Willie came down my throat as I shot my load into his 
mouth. As he got off me Harry continued fucking my arse 
before unloading into me soon after.   

We all resumed our seats after grabbing another beer, 
and lighting up cigarettes. Willie asked if we were 
going to shower, but Harry told him that I would clean 
them when we got to the bedroom. Both men now needed to 
piss. I wasn’t about to allow yet another new milestone 
in my sexual education go to waste. I told them I wanted 
them to piss on me and down my throat. Both smiled 
broadly as we moved to the shower. When got into the 
shower Harry moved up first. As I knelt before him he 
started pissing all over me and I was soon drinking his 
golden nectar straight from the tap, as Willie watched 
entranced. 

Willie stepped up next and sprayed me sopping wet 
through his flappy rumpled foreskin, before I also 
swallowed his delicious yellow sap thirstily. Before 
leaving the shower I offered to clean both their butt-
holes. Willie went first and this was quite an ordeal. I 
was so horny at that point however that it did not 
matter. Harry followed and his butt was far less hectic. 
We returned to the lounge to smoke and drink. 

They had continually mentioned Alf during the evening. 
When I asked about him, I was told that he would 
definitely not be into this scene. Jokingly, they said 
that he was the third member of the “Three Stooges” as 
they called themselves. They all hung out together and 
looked out for one another. According to them however he 
was a bit homophobic.

When we went to bed that evening I was fucked by Willie 
initially. His cock was unbelievable and the curve 
totally pulverized my prostate. I lay on my back and got 
a prostate massage that measured ten on the Richter-
Scale. I shot two loads without touching my cock. “Stink 
Willie” was the best fuck I had ever had in my life. 
Thank goodness I had invited him along. His slobbering 
all over my face made no difference at all. After Willie 
came in me Harry took over and fucked me for the next 
twenty minutes. After the festivities we all soon fell 
asleep with me in the middle of the two. 

Early the next morning at around five Willie shook me 
awake. He told me to follow him to the lounge. We lay on 
the floor in the sixty-nine position. With my head 
raised slightly he pissed down my throat in 
installments, with my right hand controlling the flow. 
Every time I needed to breathe he would lift off me, so 
I could inhale fresh oxygen. Once the pissing finished 
he started face fucking me. Once again his exaggerated 
thrusting allowed me plenty of oxygen. As he face-fucked 
me I begged him to not come for as long as possible, and 
he did not disappoint. Often he would pull out of my 
mouth and let his cock hover above my face for thirty 
seconds before reinserting. Our scene lasted for a 
wonderful half hour.  

Once finished I licked his armpits clean, and then gave 
him another arse cleaning. Horny again, he placed me on 
my back and lifted my legs before inserting his cock 
into me. He moved on top of me and slowly fucked me 
again. We kissed, he licked my ears, and I sucked his 
dirty fingers. I was in heaven as he slobbered all over 
my face. After he came we fell asleep in that position. 
Harry woke us up an hour later.

After breakfast I did their ironing while they showered. 
They did stay for lunch and left mid-afternoon. I gave 
both of them money for the week, and five packets of 
cigarettes each. I also gave them a packet of sandwiches 
for that evening. Willie also got a complimentary 
toothbrush. 

***

The following week, Tommy and I again enjoyed our flip-
flop session at the bookstore on Wednesday. On Saturday 
Harry and Willie again visited, and we followed the same 
ritual as before. This weekly routine continued for the 
next three weeks. During this period I bought Willie and 
Harry new trainers, four pairs of socks, three new 
shirts, as well as pair of jeans each. They were looking 
more and more respectable. I also bought hair clippers 
and took to becoming their hairdresser rather well. 

After four weeks when I exited the bookstore on 
Saturday, I was surprised to see only Willie waiting for 
me. Sadly I learnt that Harry’s brother had tracked him 
down and had invited him to live with their family. They 
had built a flat for him on their property and were 
hoping that they could rehabilitate him into the “normal 
world” again. I had really come to like this man and his 
little dog, and was very sad to lose contact with them. 
On the other hand, I was pleased and really hoped that 
this new development would work out for him.

Willie and I had a wonderful time that evening and he 
only left late the following day. Over the next two 
weeks I would also see him more regularly as he started 
coming directly to my home. The first week I saw him on 
Tuesday and Thursday evenings, in addition to the 
Saturday/Sunday visit. The following week Monday was 
also included. 

Two weeks later he arrived at my home on Saturday with 
Alf. I was rather taken aback but decided to relax and 
take things in my stride. Alf was about 5’10” and had a 
dark complexion. He was handsome but very rough looking. 
He had a stocky build with dark black shoulder length 
hair, and a longish black beard. His clothes were rather 
ragged, and he was quite skanky. Both guys naturally had 
their duffel bags with them. 

When I asked the guys for their clothes, Alf undressed 
very reluctantly. He had a beautiful masculine body, and 
was powerfully built. His feet and hands were very big 
and broad but rather dirty. He was extremely hairy and 
had a very thick cock. It was incredibly fat in the 
middle and tapered off to either end. It must have been 
seven to eight inches soft, with a foreskin that 
completely covered the head. His dick was very dark and 
surrounded by a forest of black hair. His balls were 
huge and would not have been out of place on a horse. He 
was fucking hot. He had tattoos on his upper arms, 
chest, and back.

With the washing going I plated up their food. They sat 
on hand towels at the dining table drinking and eating. 
After dinner I asked Alf if he wanted a haircut and 
beard trim. He shrugged and replied; “Yeah, why not”. 
When I asked him what he wanted me to do, he replied; 
“Whatever”. He sat in the kitchen on a chair, as I went 
to work. I used a “number four” clipper attachment on 
his head and beard. After completing the job he had a 
long shower, while I did the dishes and cleaned up all 
the hair. When he emerged from the bathroom he looked 
magnificent. He was fucking beautiful. 

He had really given himself a good scrubbing. His hands 
and feet were clean, and his new hairstyle and beard 
looked fantastic. When Willie and I applauded I saw him 
smile for the very first time. We had a few more beers 
and smokes before retiring to bed. I made a bed for Alf 
on the large couch, with two duvets and two cushions. As 
he snuggled in Willie and I left for the bedroom. The 
sex with Willie was incredible as usual, and after an 
hour of fucking we fell asleep. 

The next morning the breakfast ritual was followed by 
ironing as always. Both guys stayed for lunch, and I 
went all out. By 4pm they were on their way with smokes, 
money, and leftovers. I saw Willie on Monday and Tuesday 
of that week, and on Wednesday I enjoyed another flip-
flop session with Tommy. I did not see Willie on either 
Thursday or Friday. On Saturday as I left the bookstore 
he was also not in his usual spot.

The following week I did not see Willie at all. I did 
not even visit the bookstore on that Wednesday evening 
as normal, because of my growing concern over Willie’s 
absence. I was sure that he would pitch on Saturday. I 
sat in the bookstore watching a gay movie and counting 
down the minutes till 7pm. 

I was totally disinterested in any action whatsoever, 
and at seven as I walked out the door of the bookstore I 
prayed that I would see Willie. As I approached the 
usual spot I saw Alf standing there with a sullen face. 
When I asked about Willie he shrugged and started 
crying. Willie was dead. He had been killed by some 
rednecks the previous week. 

Willie was always prone to getting into fights, hence 
all the missing teeth. A bunch of thugs had attacked him 
the previous Wednesday when Willie had intervened while 
they were harassing some girl. They brutally assaulted 
him and he had died two days later in hospital. Alf had 
only found out about the incident the previous day. 
There were no witnesses, and Alf was sure they would get 
away with it. As Alf stated; “Who cares about a homeless 
person in any case”. Alf and I stood there crying like 
two babies. He placed his arm around my shoulder and 
offered to walk me home.

***

When we arrived at my place I invited Alf to spend the 
night. I plated up food that I had made in anticipation 
of Willie’s visit. Having not eaten in twenty four hours 
Alf got stuck in, but I couldn’t eat. I fetched two 
beers, and sat with him while he ate in the nude with 
the washer/dryer in full cry. After dinner we sat and 
spoke for an hour or two. He regaled me with Willie and 
Harry stories and we laughed and cried.

I made his bed as usual on the couch and departed to my 
bedroom. On the Sunday morning I made breakfast while 
Alf showered. After breakfast I did the ironing. During 
lunch Alf asked me if I could get him a job at the 
warehouse where I worked as he was tired of his present 
existence. I told him that I would ask my boss to 
interview him. We ate leftovers for dinner around seven 
that evening, and after a few beers and smokes we went 
to bed at nine. 

I lay in bed thinking about all that had happened over 
the past several weeks. Alf entered my room and got into 
bed with me. He gave me a hug before we fell asleep. No 
other physical contact took place. 

On Monday I left my spare set of house keys with him so 
he could come and go as he pleased. I spoke to my boss 
who agreed to interview Alf on Tuesday. At lunch time I 
went shopping and bought Alf four new shirts, two pairs 
of jeans, two pairs of trainers, six underpants and six 
pairs of socks. When I arrived home Alf was sitting on 
the couch. As I handed over my purchases he asked me if 
I had lost my mind. I told him that he had to be dressed 
properly if he was serious about his interview. He was 
elated and I again saw his beautiful smile. 

We ate dinner at seven and got into my bed by nine. I 
got another hug before we drifted off. Alf got the job 
the following day and that evening I told him that he 
could stay with me as long as he needed to. When he 
asked me why I was doing all of this for him, I said 
that it was what Harry and Willie would have expected of 
me. 

He reminded me that he wasn’t gay. I laughed and replied 
with a naughty smile; “What a great pity, I would love 
to suck your beautiful cock”. He observed me for a long 
while. Slowly he started pulling his zipper down.

END

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