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okay I don’t know if you know but there’s this song called Too Dry To Cry by Willis Earl Beal and it gives me MASSIVE Bucky vibes idk I just wanted to see what you thought

OH MY GOD I JUST LISTENED TO IT AND-

“Why don’t you come sit on my lap, doll.” Bucky bit his lip from where he sat on the wooden chair, his legs spread open in his slouched position.

The smirk on his face was more than a giveaway, his metal arm thrown over the back of the chair as he eyed me up and down.

I pressed my lips together in a smile, jutting my hip out as I walked towards his figure that was illuminated only by the dull glow of the lamp.

I squeezed his muscly shoulder once I reached him, steadying myself as I hitched my leg to straddle him. Bucky’s cold metal arm immediately grabbed the back of my exposed thigh, sending a shiver through my body.

I listened carefully, hearing the sound of Bucky’s belt clink as he worked to undo his pants. I closed my eyes in anticipation, desire dripping down my pussy now I was in such close proximity to his hard cock.

Bucky began pumping himself in his hand, releasing some of the built up pressure from where I’d left him alone. I opened my eyes again, looking down at his satisfied face as he pleasured himself in front of me.

I smirked, watching every movement of his hand, squeezing his cock just the way he liked it. It felt dirty to watch him like this, to enjoy watching him like this. But that only made me love it even more.

He looked up at me, eyes glossy and pupils blown out. Sinking his teeth into his bottom lip, Bucky pulled me against him roughly, causing me to stumble.

“I know how much you like a good girl, Buck.” I leaned down to whisper in his ear sweetly, steadying myself with my hand on his shoulder.

He leaned forward, letting go of his cock as it slapped against his stomach. Both of his hands trailed up the back of my thighs, pulling my dress up as they slid underneath to squeeze my ass.

“Good girl? You’re not even meant to be here.” He growled impatiently, his face pressed against my lower tummy as his hands hooked into my g-string, pulling it down to my knees.

My lips parted slightly as the cold air of the room travelled up my dress and hit my pussy, sending a shiver through me.

“We’re supposed to be enemies.” He added as I felt my arousal dripping down my thighs, his lips kissing my pelvis through the material of my dress. He squeezed my ass again, his fingers digging into my flesh as he spread my ass cheeks.

My head tilted back, eyes closing and mouth open as my spare hand tugged on his soft hair at an attempt to pull him closer.

He was right, we were meant to be enemies. But how the hell did they expect me to hate someone with a dick as good as his? I couldn’t stay away. Little did I know, Bucky knew that too.

**REQUESTS ARE OPEN**

Styles Industries Pt.4

Warnings: terrible smut; unprotected sex, dirty talk, swearing, daddy, slightly rough, slightly public?Idk

Harry hadn’t been at work for a whole week, each day dragging on longer than the last. As soon as he’d finished up on his big case, he’d been flown away to a conference.

Work had been torturous. Early mornings and late nights with no handsome boss to get me through. I wondered how I’d ever managed before.

I guess I’d never really let myself get carried away with thoughts of how much I’d grown to adore our times together. But with his absence, my heart grew fonder, as the saying goes.

I couldn’t help but check the news each morning for some kind of scandal on the front page. Waiting for some kind of headline like “Falling in Styles” or “CEO Leaves With Bimbo”, but it never came.

“Oi.” I was quickly whipped back to reality by a bra hitting my face, causing me to look up at my friend - her eyebrows raised. “I said, which one of these dresses makes my boobs look bigger?”

“Oh, the red one.” I responded softly, looking down at the dress that barely covered my thighs.

Y/F/N had insisted that I make the effort to go out with her tonight. “No excuses” she had clearly outlined her intent for me to come.

“What’s got your knickers in a twist lately?” She asked sassily, turning back to look at herself in the mirror, pushing her boobs up with her hands. “You’d better not be in this mood all night, cheer up, you never know, Ralph might be there.”

Ugh. Ralph. Super handsome. Super rich. Super obnoxious. I’d gone on a date with him once before and all he managed to talk about was himself. Great. Another reason to stay home tonight.

“You know he’s got a huge dick, right?” She turned to face me once more, a smug look plastered across her face. “I think that a good dicking is exactly what you need.”

“Oh, you’re right about that.” I chuckled amusingly, laying back on the bed to stare at the ceiling. “Just not from him.”

“Please don’t tell me you’re talking about your boss,” She grimaced, my eyebrows raising at the mention of him. “Y/N he basically just forced his dick into you one time and now-“

“It wasn’t just a one time thing.” I said quickly, finally getting it off my chest as I sat back back up, playing with the extremely short hem of my dress.

“Well are you, you know, official?” She asked curiously, no longer surprised by my secrets.

“Absolutely not.” I chuckled softly, looking further down at the delicate heels on my feet.

“Then there is no reason for you to stay home instead of coming out with me tonight,” she shrugged and walked over, pulling me up from the bed. “Come on, I know for a fact lover boy isn’t even in town at the moment.”

—

The club was busier than I would’ve liked, especially since I didn’t like being there in the first place.

I was on my third vodka and cranberry when a familiar face came into view. “Hey gorgeous.” A smirk plastered on his face as I was unvoluntarily pulled against his chest.

“Ralph.” I greeted him blankly as I pushed my hand against his chest to pull away from him.

“Fancy seeing you here,” His obnoxious voice sent a feeling through my body that I’d rather not get used to. “I was just on my way to the VIP lounge, it will be much easier for us to have a conversation up there.”

“Oh, no I don’t thin-“

“Yes! Great idea. Come on, Y/N.” My friend jumped in, leaving her empty glass on the bar as Ralph lead us away.

I sent a glare her way, walking between the two of them. I felt his hand snake around my waist as she made a measurement with her hands, mouthing “big dick” as she did so.

Relief washed over me suddenly as I notice the lack of company in the upstairs facility. It was much better than the crowded part downstairs.

As Ralph left to grab us some more drinks, I took the moment of solitude to pull out my phone, a bashful smile on my face as I saw a notification.

Unknown number: hey Y/N, it’s Harry, from work. I got your number from the database, hope you don’t mind. Just haven’t seen you in a while and wanted to know how you’ve been. If this is awkward or you find it weird then we can just pretend this is a wrong number and forget it ever happened haha

It was refreshing to see him so unsure, the man who was so powerful and cocky. The man known nationally as a womaniser. It was also a shock to me that he referred to himself as Harry from work rather than Harry Styles.

I didn’t even try to play it cool, a slight buzz from the alcohol only being enhanced by the thought of Harry thinking of me.

Me: Hi, Harry from work. I did notice your absence this week, it was a lot quieter around the office. I’m well, thanks for asking. I hope you can say the same about yourself?

Apparently he wasn’t playing hard to get either, within minutes my phone was lighting up again with a now saved number.

Harry from work: bet it’s a lot quieter without you screaming my name, love. I’m better now that I’m back, it’s been a long week.

My eyes widened as I read over the first line, Harry from work soon went out the window. I couldn’t help but feel my panties dampen at the thought of our times together.

Me: you’re back? as in you’re in town?

Harry from work: yeah, why? You miss me?

Little flirt. I smiled down at my phone and shook my head.

Two could play at that game.

Me: well, I can think of one part of you that I miss

It had been forever since I’d felt like this about a guy. My heart was torn between letting him in and pushing him away. But he was interested in me, so why should I deny his advances just because I didn’t think I was good enough?

Harry from work: easy there, doll. What you up to tonight?

Me: just out at a bar. You?

Harry from work: Alone? Just finished unpacking.

Me: No, I’m with a friend. She’s the one who wanted to come out tonight, I’d rather be at home to be honest.

Harry from work: I didn’t take you for the going out type. Fancy a bit of company?

Me: You’d really come out just for me?

Harry from work: if you don’t believe it sweetheart, tell me the name of the bar and I’ll prove it to you.

Me: Baby Picasso

Harry: How will I know where to find you?

Me: I’ll be the one you can’t take your eyes off ;)

And before I had time to regret sending the message with way more confidence than I had, Ralph was back by my side.

“Drink up, gorgeous.” Ralph pushed the glass towards me, slightly stumbling over himself as he chuckled smugly.

“So Ralph, got anyone special in your life?” My friend shamelessly asked as she stood opposite us. I sipped on my drink, unamused as Ralph filled us in on his latest conquests.

“But no one I’d consider actually going out with.” He finished, eyes focused on me as they looked up and down my body. “What about you, Y/N? I suppose I ruined all other guys for you after our date.”

I shot him a glance, a stare rather as I restrained myself from telling him what a good fucking I was getting from my boss. From beating him down from his obnoxious, self absorbed tower right there and then.

“Oh, you know me Ralph. I’m too focused on my career.” I faked a smile, my body absentmindedly stiffening a little.

“Yeah, apparently she’s been getting pounded by her boss quite a bit recently.” My friend let out with a smirk as she sipped on her drink.

My eyes widened as a flush of red covered my cheeks, luckily hidden by the makeup I was wearing.

Thankfully, the double meaning of her words was subtle enough to go right over Ralph’s head. “Old Styles not treating you right, ay?” He scoffed, making more of an effort to face me. “I don’t know why you don’t come and work for my father’s company, Y/N, you could bypass all that legal secretary stuff and go straight to the top.”

The degradation he used at the mention of being a legal secretary made my blood boil. I tried to bite my tongue as my grip tightened around the glass in my hand. “let me guess, I’d just have to be your slut to get that promotion?” my words plastered an amused look on Ralph’s face, telling me that’s exactly what he meant. I heard my friend squeal my name from beside me, shocked at my sudden boldness. “And I just so happen to enjoy being a legal secretary. Especially at a firm where they are respected.”

“Okay, gorgeous. Calm down.” He chuckled acting innocent as he raised his hands up in a sign of surrender. “God, you’re so uptight. You really do need a good fucking, don’t you.”

“Go fuck yourself, Ralph.” I growled angrily, not hesitating to cross my arms and show my annoyance.

I heard him mumble something I hoped was an apology, but lost interest as a figure from across the room caught my eye.

I stood up from my seat, momentarily turning to place my empty glass on the bar. Ralph and Y/F/N continued to chat, their words muffled by the swirling of my brain.

My heart beat quickened as I walked towards the handsome man dressed in a navy button up shirt, the first few buttons open enough to see the start of his swallow tattoo. The shirt was tucked into his pants, decorated successfully with a belt.

Our eyes locked, his large strides made him reach me in half of the time. There we stood, in the middle of a public room, acknowledging each other somewhere other than the workplace.

“Hey.” He mumbled softly, his eyes glued on mine as our bodies stood inches apart.

“Hi.” I managed to squeak out, still in disbelief that Harry was here in front of me. I’d never seen him outside of the office before, let alone in a bar where he’d come for the sole purpose of seeing me.

“Fuck, c’mere.” He quickly pulled me to him by gripping my arm, holding me close at the hip as he leaned in to connect our lips.

My head spun as I kissed him in the middle of the room, my head tilting to the side as my hand ran through his hair. A whole weeks worth of tension had been let off at this moment.

Harry’s lips parted to deepen the kiss, his palm coming up to cup my face. I felt my breathing quicken the longer the kiss lasted, desperate for more.

“Take me home.” I whispered against his lips, slightly pulling back to look up into his gorgeous eyes. I didn’t want to be here in the first place, but now the alternative option was standing in front of me, I had no reason to stay.

“Now?” Harry asked, a slight look of surprise on his face as he kept his hand on my cheek. His eyes flickered over my face for any sign of panic or alarm, but I was certain.

“Please.” I let out in a demanding beg, my eyebrows arching as I tilt my head upwards, our lips brushing together again.

“Okay.” He nodded once, sliding his hand into mine before turning toward the way he came from.

The next thing I knew we were in Harry’s apartment, a beautiful penthouse overlooking the whole city.

“I can see the office from here.” I observed as I turned to face him, his shirt now completely undone around his shoulders, untucked from his pants.

“Let’s not talk about work right now, hm?” Harry chuckled as he walked toward me where I was standing by the floor to ceiling windows, two mugs in his hands.

I whispered a thank you as I took one of the mugs, filled with hot green tea. Harry stood behind me, his free hand coming to hold my waist as I press my back against his chest.

We stood there in a satisfactory silence for a minute or two, enjoying both the view and each others company. The both of us too wrapped up in our own thoughts.

“Harry,” I let out with a sweet pout as I felt his breath hot on my neck. “I,” I breathed heavily, contemplating all the different endings to this scenario playing out in my head. “I missed you.”

The silence after my words felt like forever, the only sound to be heard was Harry sipping his cup of tea.

Say something.

“How much have you had to drink tonight?” He finally whispered with a chuckle, turning his head to leave a soft kiss on my temple.

My heart sunk as I let out a sigh, maybe I spoke too soon? Was I falling for him too fast? Letting him in too quick? Getting attached before I could stop it? Had I imagined it all in my head? Who was to say he even felt the same as I did?

“Not enough to deal with the embarrassment of this.” I chuckled softly, letting my head hang with shame as I came to the realisation he didn’t feel the same way.

“What’s there to be embarassed about?” Harry asked lowly, his lips forming a pout as he turned his head toward mine. “I only asked how much you had to drink because I don’t want to admit that I missed you too and then come tomorrow morning you tell me you only said it because you were drunk.” His honesty made my heart flutter. so he did feel the same way. Harry let out a breathy chuckle. “and because I haven’t been able to stop thinking about fucking you in this dress, but I’m not the kind to take advantage of an intoxicated woman.”

“Harry!” I giggled with a squeal, his first name rolling off of my tongue naturally now that we were out of the work environment.

My palm flattened against the glass as he placed his mug on the small table beside us, pushing his crotch against my ass forcefully.

“What?” He chuckled rhetorically, acting innocent as he skilfully took the mug from my hand, placing it beside his.

“I’ve been dying to fuck you up against this window,” Harry mumbled in my ear, both of his hands running up my sides, pulling my dress up with them.

He settled my dress above my ass, exposing my panties to him. I felt his buldge against my ass as my other hand joined the first on the window.

I arched my back, pressing my ass against him needily as his fingers hooked into the band of my thong.

“It’s been so long since my cock’s felt that tight little pussy.” He growled, his knuckles tickled my skin as he traced the shape of my panties.

“You still gunna be able to take me?” He asked mockingly, his voice dripping with sex.

I felt myself submitting to him, responding so well to every touch. My panties were drenched with lust for him, a low ache in my tummy growling.

Harry’s cock was hard against my ass, easily felt through the material of his pants.

“But you’ll take it anyway, won’t you princess?” He asked sweetly, pressing my whole body against the window as he stepped closer, caging me in. “Even if it feels too big.”

“Yes Harry.” I whimpered without hesitation, desperate for any attention he was willing to give me.

“Even if it hurts.” He moaned, his head dropping to my neck as he skilfully pulled down my panties.

I moaned as a response, pressing my legs together for some sort of friction to release the pressure between my legs.

“Stay still for me okay?” He asked demandingly, a clink from behind me was the only way I knew he was unbuckling his pants.

My body was pressed against the cold glass, making my nipples harden as Harry pulled my hips back toward him, his legs either side of mine.

He manhandled me into position, one arm wrapped around me, the other pressing his swollen tip up against my eager pussy.

I felt his thick, leaking cock head wet itself on my juices as it slicked between my folds. I bit my lip to stifle a desperate moan, my chest heaving with anticipation.

Harry growled into my neck, his cock throbbing as he pressed himself into my entrance. “Right there, that’s it baby.”

My mouth hung open in desperation, the build up becoming too much for me to bare. I felt his tip stretching my pussy, getting me used to the size of him again.

I cried out imaptiently, arching my back and trying to move, but his hands on my hips stopped me. “I know, I know. Good girl.” Harry cooed sweetly, his breath just as shaky as mine.

When he pushed in a bit further, I couldn’t take it. I used all of my strength to push onto him, my pussy engulfing his whole cock.

We moaned in unison, the feeling almost making Harry cum on the spot. However, within seconds, he’d had taken back control, slamming me against the window, his back trapping me against the cold glass.

“Now I’m gunna have to fuck you rough, princess.” He growled through gritted teeth, pulling his cock almost fully out of me before slamming back in, my whole body squashed between him and the window.

I moaned in response, clenching around his length as he repeated his action, fucking me deep and hard.

“Oh, yes.” I cried as my head threw itself back, his balls slapping against my skin with his thrusts.

“You like being fucked, don’t you baby?” Harry grunted in pleasure, his hips jolting upwards into me. I let him pound me against the window, each thrust taking the wind out of my lungs.

Harry’s hands crept up my sides, his fingers collecting the material of my dress to pull it upwards. “I want the whole fucking city to see how good you look with my cock inside you.” He stopped when my dress was above my chest, exposing my tits to the world.

My foot lifted off the ground as his cock pumped into me at a spine tingling angle. I felt my pussy pulsing around his thick length with every thrust.

Harry’s hands suddenly slammed on the glass next to mine, either side of my head as he deepened his angle.

I cried out in pleasure, my head fell back against his shoulder, my eyes squeezed shut. My whole body was tingling, my pussy drenching his member in desire.

“You love my big cock giving you what you need, huh princess?” He growled mockingly, biting down on his lip as his cock twitched around him.

My puffy pussy lips hugged his length as he slipped in and out, not enough breath in my lungs to answer his question.

“Fuck, I’ve been thinking about your sweet little pussy all week.” Harry spoke through a shaky breath, his voice even raspier than usual.

My tits still bounced from where they were flush against the window, my nipples hard and begging for attention.

“How responsive you are to me.” He continued, my arm stretching back to reach around his neck. Harry’s face dropped to my neck, his nose tickling my sweet spot.

His cock felt like it was reaching all the way up to my stomach, strength leaving my body as I felt a familiar pleasure wash over me.

“How you manage to walk around looking so innocent, even though you like being fucked so rough,” Harry’s hands pulled my body off the window, his knees bending slightly to once again change up the angle. “Fuck, imagine what you’d look like with my cock in your mouth.”

“Let me suck-“

“Not now, baby.” Harry cut me off quickly, his thrusts becoming sloppier as his cock twitched. He was close. “That can wait.”

I cried out in pleasure as Harry nudged my leg open with his foot, my body sinking deeper onto his cock.

“Tell me you missed this, Princess.” Harry growled into my ear, his breath tickling my neck as his fingers trailed down my stomach. “Tell me you missed daddy’s cock.”

His choice of language stunned me momentarily, quickly replaced by overwhelming pleasure as his fingers rubbed my swollen clit, desperate for us to finish together.

I felt my orgasm hit me like a tidal wave, jolting and pulsing on him. “Yes, daddy.” I moaned softly, but loud enough for him to hear. Something about saying that word to him for the first time caused me to feel more connected to Harry than ever before.

“Fuck.” Harry cried out, his cum filling me up as he emptied his balls inside of me. His chest heaved against my back as he thrusted into me a few more times with the aftershock. He placed a kiss on my temple as he caught his breath.

Neither of us moved for a moment or two, wrapped up in the happiness of what we had, whatever that was.

The sun peaked through the small gap of the blinds far too brightly for this time of the morning.

The foreign sheets wrapped around my body made me wake up faster than usual.

A sudden warmth pressed against my back makes me stop half way through my morning stretch. My eyes fluttered open to see Harry pressed against my chest, his arm slung over my body with his palm against my lower back.

“I was wondering when you were gunna wake up.” Harry’s raspy morning voice left a warmth inside of me.

I smiled shyly, hiding my face against his bare chest. “How long have you been watching me sleep, creep?”

“Not that long,” he chuckled softly, his hand rubbing lines up and down by back soothingly. “And I thought it was more romantic than creepy.”

“You know what would be even more romantic?” I asked sweetly, pulling my head back to look up at him. God he was a sight. His skin was tanned in contrast to the white bedsheets. His stubble and messy hair made him look more like a rockstar than a CEO. His piercing green eyes shone in the lightening hours of the day. “Breakfast in bed.”

Harry rolled his eyes with a smile as I wiggle my eyebrows teasingly at him. “Bloody hell, you don’t want much out of a first date do you?”

“First date?” I retaliated, a shocked expression evident with a raise of my eyebrows. “Harry, you met me at a club and we fucked!”

He rolled his eyes again, pulling me on top of him as he rolled onto his back with a huff. “You’re so hard to impress.” Luckily for him, I knew he was joking.

“Besides, if we were counting every time we’d fucked as a date, last night would’ve been our fourth.” I stated factually, smiling cheekily as I sit up on his chest, my fingers tracing circles on his abs.

“Third actually,” He sassed back, holding my hips as he watches my fingers work on his body. “The time before in my office wasn’t fucking, we made love.” He said with a seedy tone, making me laugh.

“Ooh, someone’s been keeping track of our time together.” I smirked as my hands ran up to his chest, lowering my body onto his.

Harry shrugged softly, his hands running over my hips and thighs. He’d all of a sudden changed somehow, his whole demeanour was softer. “I’m at my happiest when I’m with you.”

I sat quietly, reading the room as I steadied my breathing. Harry’s words were warming my body from the inside. I felt my heart flutter as I contemplated what to say.

“Really?” I asked softly, my fingers stopping on his chest. I looked up at him, catching his gaze as he looked into my hopeful eyes.

“Yeah.” He nodded without hesitation, shuffling slightly to get more comfortable.

I bit my lip, letting my hands slide up to his shoulders as I lay my chest against his. Our eyes stayed glued to each other as I leaned in, effortlessly leaving a gentle peck on his lips.

I let out a sigh of relief when I felt him kissing me back, his hands rubbing lines over my thighs, ass and back.

I pulled back when I started to feel a flood of heat down in my panties, looking at him slightly breathless.

Harry let out a slight chuckle of amusement as he leaned one hand over to his bedside table to grab his phone.

I rested my head against his shoulder, relaxing onto him as I traced the black ink designs on his body.

“I should probably check my phone too,” I realised, thinking about how long it had been since I’d last looked at it. “God knows what happened to my friend.”

My chuckle was cut off by Harry’s hand gripping me tighter to his chest, refusing to let me move.

A flood of panic washed over his face as he dropped his phone quickly, dropping it beside us as he turned his attention to me.

“You don’t need to do that,” He fake smiled to hide his panic, his eyes darting around my face as he thought of what to say. “Let’s just enjoy the moment, hm?”

“I am enjoying it,” I chuckled with a frown of confusion, pushing up on my hands to look at him more clearly. “I just want to make sure my frie-“

His lips collided with mine before I could finish my sentence. “Just be with me, okay?” He whispered between kisses, cupping my cheek in his hand.

“Harry.” I said with a serious tone as I pulled back again with a concerned look. “You’re being weird.”

“I’m not.” he responded defensively, rubbing my back soothingly, but I could feel his palms sweating.

“You are.” I argued, worried by his behaviour.

He let out a sigh and closed his eyes, his whole body relaxing into the mattress as he covered his face with his arm.

“What’s going on, Harry?” I asked softly, millions of worst case scenarios rushed through my head.

“I guess you’re gunna find out eventually.” He mumbled.

“Find out what?” I asked abruptly, reaching over to grab my phone.

20 unread messages from Y/F/N:

Y/F/N: OMG

Y/F/N: Y/N

Y/F/N: OMFG

Y/F/N: I CANT EVEN KMG

Y/F/N: HAVE YOU SEEN IT

Y/F/N: I CANT BELIEVE IT

Y/F/N: HOW WAS LAST NIGHT 😉

Y/F/N: YOURE FAMOUS HAHA

Y/F/N: PLEASE TELL ME YOUVE SEEN IT

Y/F/N: ITS EVERYWHERE

Y/F/N: LIKE FRONT PAGE NEWS

Y/F/N: THEYRE CALLING YOU THE MYSTERY MISTRESS

Y/F/N: HAHAHA OMG

Y/F/N: DOES HARRY KNOW

Y/F/N: IM SO PROUD OF YOU

Y/F/N: WAIT THIS ONE IS CALLING YOU HARRY’S HARLETTE

Y/F/N: DID YOU GUYS FUCK AGAIN

Y/F/N: ARE YOU STILL WITH HIM NOW??

Y/F/N: THIS IS IMPORTANT WHERE ARE YOU

Y/F/N: okay well anyway here’s the link http://www.newsoftoday.com/ceo_bimbo

I clicked on the link, immediately being taken to a news article with the headline my friend had informed me of.

Below the heading was a photo, a blurry pic that looked like it was taken off of a Nokia. But I could see who it was as clear as day. Turns out Harry would fall victim to another tabloid scandal like I’d imagined when he was away, but the bimbo he was spotted with? It was me.

Harry Styles, appointed CEO of Styles Industries after the passing of his late, successful step-father Robin has been spotted with yet ANOTHER sexy stranger. The hot shot business boy was seen leaving Baby Picasso last night with a new girl on his arm. Styles, notorious for humping and dumping the ladies, jumped into a cab with the girl, yet again living up to his playboy image. Who is this new girl? And how long will this one last?

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