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Summary: You summon your concubine, but you get Steven instead. Marc later appears unexpectedly.
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PREVIOUSLY ON MINE...
Tears clouded Marc's vision, and by the time he made it back to his quarters and was released from his jeweled shackles, Steven was left staring into the mirror at the finery adorning his body.
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The next day, you awoke feeling lighter than you had since Marc left you in the mountains. Things should return to normal. Marc would remain in the palace as your prized concubine. Your alliance with your neighbors in the mountains stood stronger than ever.
After meeting with your small council, you cut your day short, summoning Marc to relax with you in the sun and perhaps swim, after you took his body, of course. You would settle for nothing slow and sensual this day. Hopefully he would be accommodating. You felt certain he would be.
You would give him so much pleasure that he would soon forget his silly request about love.
As you lounged in the sun, awaiting your lover, Tyree appeared, bowing deeply.
"Forgive the delay, Your Grace," she began apologetically, "but the concubine is not available at present. I believe I can only deliver the librarian to Your Grace this afternoon. Would you like him adorned in the concubine's finery?"
Ah. Steven.
"No," you sighed. "He may dress as he wishes, but please do bring him here to me immediately."
She returned a short while later with Steven. He was dressed handsomely, in one of Marc's newer outfits from your travels. He looked like a nobleman, except that his hands were drawn close to his chest protectively.
Nodding for Tyree to leave you, you beckoned him closer, rising to greet him.
Steven bowed deeply. "It is an honor to be summoned. I hope I have not disappointed Your Grace."
"Of course not," you graciously responded. "How are you? How do you find the royal library?"
His eyes lit up as his posture relaxed. He went on to delightedly relay to you every aspect he found fascinating about the library, as well to explain the improvements he wished to implement, with the permission of the Master of Scholars, and yourself, of course.
You let him talk, smiling at his passion. Eventually, your thoughts drifted to Marc. It was difficult to avoid thinking about him, since Steven shared his body. You wondered about Marc's passions. Had you ever asked him? Had you once ever regarded Marc with the same intellectual interest and patience you granted Steven?
Sure, you and Marc had spent hours talking about all manner of topics, but typically you were huddled in bed together, naked, when you did so. Did he feel beholden to speak to you out of obligation?
Of course you owed nothing to a concubine, but spending time with Steven did make you wonder.
Noticing that you seemed distracted, Steven eventually paused his rambling and asked after you.
"I am well," you half-fibbed. "I enjoy hearing you speak. You are very passionate," you complimented.
"Thank you, Your Grace," Steven beamed. "What do you like to do, when you are not running a country or...with Marc?"
"That is a bold question," you teased. "You wish to know about the queen's personal affairs?"
Realizing his misstep, Steven fumbled out an apology, but you laid your hand on his, assuring him you were not serious.
"I understand that I am only here because of Marc," Steven admitted. "And I realize I offer nothing to Your Grace to allow me to remain here. But I thank you for your kindness and thoughtfulness. Marc is very fond of you, and I see why he is."
Your jaw tensed at the mention of Marc's affection. Clearing your throat, you gazed out over the calm ocean. "You've spoken to Marc? I wasn't sure it was possible."
Steven nodded. "I believe you met him before I did, but...yes. I can hear him, sometimes, in here." He tapped his finger to his temple right as you turned to look at him. "Not always. But sometimes."
"I see. He did not mention it to me." You turned back to the water, releasing a sigh. "I hope you are both content here, if not happy. I truly do not wish either of you to feel forced into servitude."
"Oh. No, of course not," Steven assured you. "Your Grace is generous. We are very fortunate. Especially me."
"Because you are not required to be a concubine?"
"No, because, as I said, I have nothing of value to offer Your Grace."
"That is not true," you said firmly, angling your body to face him. "You are a librarian. You were not trained as a concubine, so I would never force you to be something you are not, nor any man."
For once, Steven fell silent. Thrilled by his new position, he couldn't help but wonder if you could ever see him the way you saw Marc. As someone to confide in, to share your time with. Someone to give yourself to.
"I almost sent him away, you know." Your voice drifted softly over the waves. The wind stirred around you, causing your robe to flutter prettily against your skin. Before Steven could respond, you added, "I am afraid I disappointed him. I wanted to give him the chance to live a different life."
"I think it would break his heart to leave you," Steven softly replied, his gaze catching yours. He peered at you so earnestly, but it felt so different from Marc. "I confess, I also wish to remain here, but I understand my opinion holds no sway."
"You wish to remain here because of the royal library," you responded. "That's understandable."
Steven smirked, amused. "Does the queen speak and think for all her subjects?"
You cracked a smile, shaking your head. "You speak as boldly as Marc sometimes. And even Elshal. Enlighten me as to why you wish to remain here, if not for the library."
"I should think it was obvious." His gaze bore into yours as he swallowed thickly.
"You flatter me," you replied dismissively. "Many clamor for a turn in the queen's presence, but no one really knows the queen."
"Does the queen allow it?" Steven challenged, drifting closer. "It must be lonely, at the head of the most powerful country on the continent."
Normally, his bold remarks would spark the fire in you, urge you to contradict him, to put him in his place, something. But a bit of the fight had gone out of you lately. You sighed tiredly, leaving Steven's earnest gaze and taking a seat on a bench swing. Pushing your feet listlessly, you drifted back and forth, considering his words.
"Elshal is my friend. My oldest friend," you offered as some sort of defense for your lonely state.
Steven approached you cautiously, nodding in agreement. "That is wonderful. She seems very devoted. And intimidating."
You chuckled, amused. "That is her job."
Noticing him tense at the thought of the captain of your guard, you patted the swing beside you. "Do not fear. I will not let Elshal hunt you again."
The two of you pushed your feet off the ground, swinging back and forth like childhood friends. Steven's presence felt comforting in that way.
"Would you like to make a journey with me?" You suddenly offered. "I took Marc to the mountains, but I could take you to the great library at Phollor."
Steven stopped the swing with his feet, gawking at the request. "Could I? That would be absolute heaven."
"Very well," you smiled at him sweetly. "But we must be careful. They are our allies, but they share a border with our enemy. You must do everything I command, and you must accept the protection of my royal guard, including Elshal."
Nodding eagerly, Steven agreed.
"There is one more thing," you slowly admitted. "Like the journey I made with Marc, you will need to be presented as my companion and not my concubine. It is not looked on favorably. Our allies there and in the mountains share a religion that forbids it. Even as a librarian, you would sleep in servant's quarters and might be expected to work during your stay. As my companion, you would be my guest."
Watching carefully for his reaction, you went on. "This means you would stay with me and attend functions with me. You will be treated as a nobleman, and be granted access to the library as much as you wish."
Steven swallowed hard. "I would stay with Your Grace?"
"Of course, I would not expect you to perform the role of concubine," you assured him. "Do you accept?"
Steven had never agreed to something so quickly or so wholeheartedly in his life.
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Dressed in Marc’s finery, Steven gazed in wonder a the tower of books surrounding him, climbing to the heavens. The smell of worn pages lured him forward, temping him with ancient secrets and yet-unmade discoveries.
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You first beheld the Library of Phollor as a young girl. Even by royal standards, the magnificent structure, with the mightiest gathering of knowledge on the continent, if not the known world, made an impression. Your mother the queen, your father and sister were given a tour. Your mother pulled you aside as you gazed from a third-level balcony down at the library’s splendor, at its multicolored spines and endless rows.
‘You must learn to love knowledge,” she’d told you, resting her hands on your shoulders from behind you as you peeked over the steep edge. ‘You must not hide from your tutors or be foolish. A queen who reads is a queen who can know her people, her allies, her enemies - their history.”
“Yes, Mother,” you dutifully responded, mesmerized. “May I explore for a while?”
Your mother turned you around to face her, grasping your shoulders. “Only with Lux to accompany you,” she insisted, referring to a lieutenant in her Queensguard.
Your eyes sparkled, “May Elshal play with me?” You requested, referring to Lieutenant Lux’s daughter. “We shall find an adventure to read together!”
Your mother hushed you, reminding you to respect this place and to refrain from playing among the tall rows and endless spiral staircases.
Seeing you frown, she added, “You and Elshal may select a book or two to read on our trip. See to it that you do not leave your sister behind.”
You groaned at the thought of dragging your sister around when you simply wanted to play and explore.
“My love,” she went on, easing down to your level. “Try to select a book that will inform you about the people of this continent. Then select a book of stories. To know your people is to know their history, as well as their hopes and dreams and legends.”
“Yes, Mother,” you agreed, then scampered away to find Elshal.
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"Oh my days," Steven gasped, turning around in circles as he beheld the tower of books. "I could live in here. I never want to leave."
"Are you certain I couldn't persuade you?" You gently teased, breaking him out of his trance.
He grinned. "Of course, Your Grace." He sighed, shaking his head in wonder. "Besides, I do not think Marc would like to be cooped up with books for the rest of his life."
You smiled wistfully at the mention of your concubine. Placing your hand on his shoulder, you said, "I will see you for the evening meal. Tyree will accompany you at all times. Do not leave her sight."
"Yes, Your Grace."
You dismissed him, allowing him to begin exploring while you spoke to Tyree for an additional moment.
"See that he complies with my order," you told her gravely. "Failure is unacceptable. The stakes are too high in this situation."
"As Your Grace commands." Tyree bowed deeply.
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That evening, Steven was dressed and presented to you before the two of you would be escorted to dinner. But as he bowed and gazed at you longingly, you could tell Steven was gone.
"Marc," you breathed, stepping cautiously closer to him.
"My queen," he smiled hesitantly, accepting the hand you offered him. Drawn together like the planet's magnetic forces, both hands touched, fingers lacing as you studied one another in all your finery.
You wore a gown of deep crimson with gold lace leaf designs to honor the forests of you allies. Gold body armor wrapped around your torso, adorned with rubies. Marc's flowing robe matched your gown exactly. A golden choker wrapped deliciously around his corded neck.
"You will be the envy of every person tonight," you whispered, tracing your fingers over the gold around his neck. "You are a vision."
"No one will notice me next to you," he softly refuted. His eyes dipped as he cleared his throat. "Forgive me if I have disappointed you by appearing here. I understand you asked Steven to accompany you on this trip."
Noticing the way his eyes flickered away from yours - so unusual for him - the way his throat bobbed in anticipation, or trepidation - stirred your heart, prompting you to comfort him.
Realizing you may have wounded him even further than you did that night in the mountains, you grasped his elbows, shaking your head. "No, I only wanted to show him the library. I wish for you to be here as well. You must know that."
"I do not mean to sound ungrateful," he went on, forlornly. "Steven said you will not send us away for now." His lip trembled as he squared his shoulders and met your eyes again. "I will do my duty. I will not disappoint you again."
Elshal appeared, clearing her throat. Normally, in your own queendom, you would not be interrupted during such a moment, but you were guests here, and did not want to appear rude to your hosting monarch.
Marc took your arm and followed your lead. The ease you felt with him on the previous trip didn't come so naturally this time. He tried, but it was as if the two of you had lost your synchrony. He remained quiet when previously, he would have spoken charmingly, as your companion. He seemed desperately afraid to misstep and incur your ire.
You reached for his hand underneath the banquet table.
Leaning discreetly close to his ear, you whispered, "Be at ease. We will retire soon."
He granted you a terse nod, swallowing thickly. You finished the evening without incident, asking Marc to join you in a dance. You danced with a few other noblemen, while Marc retired ahead of you, at your prompting.
Finally, you made it back to your chambers.
Marc surprised you by kneeling down at your feet, scantily clad, adorned in concubine's jewels. You didn't realize those items had even been packed. Since you were hiding the fact of his position in your palace, you expected him to be dressed as your companion, or dressed for bed.
Whispering his name, you lifted his chin with your fingertips. "What is this? Who dressed you this way?"
"I did," he answered, unwaveringly. He had made many mistakes of late, but this, he could do. "What does Your Grace wish of me tonight?"
Brushing your fingers across his cheek, you smiled down at him softly. "Come with me." Holding out your hand, you coaxed him to sit down on the bed's edge. "You surprised me. You look beautiful. Stay here for a moment while I change out of my gown."
As your ladies helped you remove your armor and dress, and slip into a sheer white gown, you couldn't stop your heart from thundering in your chest. Marc was ready to do his duty, as he should. But you felt as if you'd wounded him. He'd brought up old wounds for you as well, though he clearly hadn't intended to.
You returned to him promptly, emboldened by the way he rose from the bed to intercept you, eyes roving hungrily over your curves, evident to his view through the sheer, soft fabric. He reached for your hips, gripping them possessively and pulling you against his chest as his mouth met yours.
Wrapping your arms around his neck, you arched into him, causing the jewels adorning his body to scrape tantalizingly across your nipples. His tongue swept over yours, exactly the way you liked. He was no longer that sweet, prized virgin. Your bodies had memorized the other's, after countless days and nights tangled together as lovers.
He walked you back to the bed, whirling you around to lay you down, with your legs dangling off the edge. Standing upright, he stared down at you hungrily, eyes dark with lust. He loosened his jeweled robe, allowing it to drop to the floor. Your eyes devoured his bronzed skin, from the flush of his cheeks down to his hard, leaking cock.
Sweeping his fingertips up the length of your thighs, he found the ties holding your gown in place and pulled them loose. "Take this off," he told you. "Turn over."
"Marc-"
He maneuvered your body, flipping you until you lay flat on the bed, face down. Turning your head to the side, you craned your neck to get a look at him, but he was suddenly all over you, his body covering yours as he breathed on your ear.
"We were taught a great many things about how to please a woman at the House of the Tributes," he said, voice rough and low. He gripped the backs of your thighs and spread them apart, wide. "Many more still on how to please a queen." His fingers slipped underneath you, cupping your mound.
"I will please the queen tonight," he growled, sliding two fingers into your cunt, slick and eager, sucking his digits inside.
"Lie still," he added. Your walls fluttered as his voice rumbled on your ear.
He fingered you open, touching you with memorized precision, stroking and caressing every place inside you that urged your hips to shift against his hand. He sucked demandingly on the soft skin of your neck, nipping at your earlobe and swiping his tongue wherever he pleased.
You whimpered as he abandoned your neck, kissing a trail down the curve of your spine, losing his concentration, which stilled his fingers inside you. His mouth made it down to the curve of your ass, where he gently bit your lush skin, kissing a trail between your legs.
Pulling his hand roughly out of your cunt, he patted your ass. "Up." And without waiting, he gripped your hips and hauled you up to your knees, pushing you onto all fours. Before you could even think to respond, you felt the blunt tip of his cock prodding at your entrance. He used his hand to guide himself inside you, punching the air out of your lungs with one long, rough stroke.
Just that first thrust weakened your knees and you moaned as he hauled you back into place and started fucking you hard, but slow.
Whatever he was up to, whatever inspired this deliciously dominant session, you wanted to be fucked. You wanted to feel him stretch and split you open until it made you scream. A powerful thrust sated your lust for one moment, but he dragged himself back out of you so painfully slowly, your body went rigid with defiance.
"Faster," you panted, thrusting yourself back against him, hoping to feel more friction.
"It will be over too soon," he responded, hips snapping forward as he pounded into you again. Then came the slow, agonizing drag of his cock almost all the way out of your slick channel.
"Faster," you hissed, pushing back again, but slightly losing your balance which caused your bodies to disconnect. You growled in frustration and white hot desire.
Marc chased after you, easing back to where he was sitting on his knees. He wrapped his arms around your torso and hauled your back up against his chest. You felt him rubbing his cock against the curve of your ass. He held you there, pleasuring himself, while giving you nothing.
"Why do you fight me so?" He uttered in your ear, fingers trailing down to toy with your sex. "Why do you not let me bring you pleasure?" His other hand found your hip and he shifted you against him until he could slip inside you once more.
Your head fell back to rest on his shoulder as you moaned, deep and hungry. Digging his fingertips into your hip, he worked you over his throbbing length, teasing your aching core with his other hand.
The smell of his fine oils surrounded you. His hot breath fell heavy on your ear as growled your name. "You need it fast, take it, mi reina," he goaded.
You fell forward, bracing yourself on your hands, but he moved right with you, grabbing both hips and pounding into you so rapidly you shrieked in surprise and pleasure. He kept you there, thrust after relentless thrust.
"There's my sound," he panted, his voice smug and satisfied. "I've missed it."
Back arching violently, you collapsed against the mattress, but Marc stayed right with you, fucking you through it, letting you lay face down as your body melted into ecstasy. With a few more rough strokes, he spilled inside you.
You lay panting and spent, half underneath him as he kissed your sweat soaked neck and wrapped his arms around you completely.
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You lay there with Marc long enough to doze, despite the mess the two of you made. He held onto you, gently easing his softened cock out of you, then listened to the gentle sound of your breathing. Perhaps you would allow him to stay the night.
You stirred only a few moments later, murmuring his name.
"I am here," he whispered, kissing your neck and then your cheek.
Rolling over in his embrace, you gazed at him, running your thumb along his kiss swollen lip before kissing his mouth. He tasted you back eagerly, thrilled to have your approval and attention.
"The wine has made me drowsy," you murmured, between languid kisses, "but I see it has invigorated you. Why have we never tried it like that before?"
The corner of Marc's mouth curled. "I only wish to please my queen. To bring you pleasure."
"You have," you purred, slipping closer to him, pressing your breasts against his chest. "You do."
Instead of self-satisfaction, you saw something like relief skitter across his handsome features.
"I am happy for it," he finally answered, stroking your side with his fingertips.
"You were quiet at dinner," you told him. "I was worried."
Dark eyebrows arched with concern. "Forgive me. I do not mean to cause you distress. Not ever."
"I know that." Reaching for his face, you caressed his cheek, touching your forehead to his. "It is I who should ask forgiveness."
"You?" He breathed, easing back. "Whatever for?"
"For...our time in the mountains."
He shook his head, "My queen-"
"I put my hands on you." Your eyes clouded with a hint of moisture.
He opened his mouth to speak, but closed it again. His arm flexed against your back as he found a reply. "We put our hands on one another constantly." He offered you a small smile, but worry lingered in his eyes.
"I shoved you. Frightened you." You paused, your voice choking for a moment with emotion. "After I swore to you that you were safe with me. I am sorry."
His head tilted curiously as he eyed you carefully. "You did not hurt me. I...I hurt you. My words. I was selfish-"
"No." You shook your head resolutely. "What you said makes no difference in this instance. I put my hands on you and I am so dreadfully sorry for it. You should never have to fear a woman's hands..."
"I do not fear you. Never you," he insisted, moved by your words and falling more desperately in love with you by the moment. But he would never again make the mistake of professing it.
Wrapping your arms around each other, you hugged so tightly, seeking and giving the comfort you both needed.
After a few moments, you asked Marc if he would bathe with you and spend the night in your bed. Since you were traveling together, he would remain in your chambers anyway, but you wanted to feel his body next to yours.
As you rested, soaking in a luxurious bath, curled against his chest, you offered something that made his heart stop.
"You may leave me if you wish to," you whispered against his throat.
The water sloshed as he sat up straighter. "I could never wish that."
Peering into his eyes, you smiled at him sadly. "If you wish for love, for a family, I would not keep you in service to me. You could be free to have whatever your heart desires."
Slowly nodding, Marc measured his words very carefully. "My heart's desire is to remain with my queen."
"Even if I cannot give you love?" You held your breath as he held your gaze, as he always did.
"Even then. I am yours." Feeling you tense in his arms, he pressed on. "That is what you said to me at the beginning. That I am yours. I belong to you. I will never again distress my queen with talk of love. But I do belong to you. I belong nowhere else."
Hearing him desire to stay with you, to let go of his notion of loving you, should flood you with relief.
But did he not deserve more than a concubine's life?
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After your bath, you assumed you and Marc would fall into deep slumber, but he seemed eager and determined to re-claim his role as concubine. He ate you out for what felt like endless hours. He brought you to heaven with his mouth so many times, you passed out, exhausted from the overwhelming pleasure.
You slept soundly as he wiped you clean, folded you in his arms, covered your naked bodies and finally fell asleep beside you.
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Steven awoke at dawn, instantly noticing the pulsing of his stiff, straining cock. He must have had a delicious dream. As his eyes blinked open, he realized that not only was he naked, but he was in bed with a naked woman.
This had happened before. He...overreacted and Elshal almost took his head off. Drawing a calming breath, he reminded himself that he did not have to panic upon waking up naked next to the queen herself. His body was your concubine - it was bound to happen from time to time.
Gods, you felt delicious - warm breath on his neck, breasts pressed against his chest. Your hair smelled divine. His thigh was wedged between your legs. He could feel your bare cunt rubbing him slightly as you shifted and stirred. Your thigh brushed his aching length and he breathed out a curse, squeezing his hands into fists so he would not touch you without permission.
You murmured Marc's name, your beautiful eyes blinking open.
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One time I was leaving a friend's place and an older lady with basically no English came up to me and communicated that she was very cold and needed a ride. She pointed to tell me where to go.
I got there and her daughter or granddaughter came out and was like omg her phone died we were worried
And then the older lady said something and the younger lady translated.
"She knew she could trust you because you have pink hair"
I thought it was funny at the time. But when I think back on it I think she was basically saying "you had a visible sign of not vibing with the system I was afraid of"
There's a scene in very early 60's Doctor Who where a character falls into a swamp, I think, and they throw not a rag doll, but a card board cut out of the actor. 10/10 they don't make 'em like this no more
The US is entering a true, documented measles outbreak under RFK Jr's guidance, and following his decision to remove decades old vaccine recommendations for newborns to receive hepatitis B vaccines (a choice he backed with faulty and medically inaccurate logic), there is finally a formal impeachment proceeding for him beginning in Congress. While the chances of these proceedings passing are slim, there are Republican congresspeople also signing and bringing to vote a formal rebuke of the Department of Health and Human Services under RFK Jr. His recent decisions, and the growing evidence of the consequences it is having, are putting pressure on legislators in Congress to take sides on this matter
Congress gave Health and Human Services Secretary Robert F. Kennedy Jr. two reasons on Dec. 10 to be in a bad mood.
Below, I will provide a call script that can double as an email template to demand your legislators support the articles of impeachment against RFK Jr, and to vocally reprimand his actions for endangering the children of America in the interest of his own personal gain
Find your congresspeople
Script/Template:
[If calling] Hello, my name is [blank] and I am a constituent calling from [address]. [If you want to hear back from their office, you may also provide your email address. Not all offices will email you back]
I am reaching out today to demand that [Representative/Senator blank] join Representative Haley Stevens of Michigan in protecting the health and safety of our nation's children by voting in favor of her Articles of Impeachment against Secretary of Health and Human Services Robert F Kennedy Jr. Medical professionals have been sounding the alarm about the dangerous, unscientific policies that RFK Jr is pushing since before he was confirmed for the position. Now, our country is seeing the results they warned of. Measles, an incredibly dangerous and highly contagious disease that was nearly extinct in our country just a handful of years ago, is seeing a full on epidemic among the children of our country. RFK Jr himself has said that he cannot be trusted to give medical advice, but he is giving advice for our entire country's health. The [Representative/Senator] can fix this mistake that never should have happened, and they can do it while only a few hundred children are hurt. Don't let them wait until it is thousands, or more.
[If calling] Thank you for your time and consideration. Have a good day.
i just started listening to hozier (ik, like over a decade late, whatever), but bruh. some of y'all did this dude so dirty. everything i've ever seen of him on here has been like "uwu magical forest man" and so my black ass goes into it expecting white boy indie music, but instead i get this radical leftist irish guy straight up singing the blues, like?? (singing the blues/having a lot of blatantly black musical influences, BUT crediting his influences in the process, which is a an important distinction)
like y'all. has anyone told tiktok what kind of music this man actually makes? bc some of them might be shooketh to find out their precious forest man is actually telling them to dismantle the oppressive institution of colonialism while actively paying homage to artists of color
well, that and also to eat pussy, but same thing tbh
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