Allison Comes of Age
by Sonofjack, sonofjackwell@gmail.com
He hadn't seen Allison in fourteen years; my how she has grown.


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I walked into the room just as my wife, Nanda, was finishing up a phone
conversation. "I'm really glad you called, Sweetie, and we'll see you on
Saturday."

"We'll see who on Saturday?" I asked, "And why are you calling him 'Sweetie'?
Should I be jealous?"

"Of course not, Baby; 'he' is my niece Allison," Nanda replied.

"Allison is coming here?" I asked puzzled. "How many years has it been?"

Nanda thought about it, "Let's see... the last time we saw her she was five,
and she told my over the phone that she was nineteen now. I guess that would
make it thirteen years since we last saw her."

"Fourteen," I said. Nanda flashed me a dirty look for correcting her. She
hated to be corrected. I worried that I might pay for that later.

"That only gives you two days to get the house in order," she said.

"Me! She's your niece I protested." Of course I knew I was protesting in vain.
The way it works is Nanda gives the orders and I obey those orders. She knows
it, and I know it.

"She's your niece to. After all we're married. In fact, she was almost your...
well, you know."

Yes, I knew. We didn't talk about the unpleasantness between Nanda and her
sister, Allison's mother, very often. It was the reason we hadn't seen Allison
or her mother in fourteen years.

Before I met my wife, I was dating her sister, Bambi who was Allison's mother.
In fact, Bambi and I were not just dating, we were engaged. That meant that
Allison was almost my stepdaughter. During the year that Bambi and I dated, I
also became very close to Allison. We were very much like a family.

Allison's father died in a car accident when Allison was two years old, and I
was the first man that Bambi dated seriously after that. I was really the
first father figure that Allison ever had. I don't know if she's had any since
then.

See, Nanda and Bambi haven't spoken since the day that Nanda won me away from
her sister. That means Nanda and I also lost all contact with Allison. Over
the years we've gotten little snippets of information here and there from the
few relatives that are still speaking with Nanda. Most of her family sided
with Bambi, and I can't say that I blame them.

I've always regretted the way things went down. I especially regretted that I
could not be around to watch Allison grow up. I was very fond of her. I used
to love the way she would crawl up in my lap and hug me when she was a little
girl. She would look up at me with that cute little face with the big brown
eyes and say, "Dirk, will you marry me when I grow up?"

I'd reply, "But, Allison, I can't marry you. I'm going to marry your mother."

Allison would then get a look on her sweet little face like she was thinking
it over and she would say, "But couldn't you marry both me and Mommy? I'm sure
that Mommy wouldn't mind."

"Oh no, Sweetie, I couldn't do that - not unless we moved to Utah," I would
joke. Then I would say, "But no matter what, you'll still be my most favorite
little girl in the whole world!" Then she would throw her arms around my neck
and give me a big kiss on the cheek.

Allison was the sweetest, cutest little girl in the world, and I admit that I
was looking forward to becoming her father as much as I was to becoming
Bambi's wife - maybe more.

So why did I end up marrying Bambi's sister? That's complicated. To
understand, you have to first understand something else. The women in Nanda
and Bambi's family are not ordinary women. First of all, they are all
stunningly attractive. Second of all, they are all strong. They are all very,
very strong.

I have to admit that I was as turned on by Bambi's overpowering strength and
big muscles as I was her beauty. When I say she was strong, I mean, she was
able to press seven hundred pounds over her head which I believe is more
weight than any man has ever pressed.

The thing that was so amazing about Bambi was that if you saw her walking down
the street, you would certainly notice how hot she was with her sexy hourglass
figure and her gorgeous face. However, you would never guess how big her
muscles were until she flexed them. Don't get me wrong. She looked like a very
fit woman normally. She had a built like a fitness model. But when she really
flexed, her muscles would grow to more than twice the size they were when she
was relaxed.

When I started dating Bambi, I'd never met a woman as strong as she was. She
was so sexy, so strong, so sweet.... How could I not fall for her?

Then I met Nanda. By the time Bambi introduced me to her younger (by two
years) sister, she and I were engaged and scheduled to be married in two short
months. I was as happy as could be about that. Nanda had been traveling around
the country for the last eighteen months which is why I hadn't met her yet.
She came home to help Bambi plan the wedding.

The second Nanda's and I met, there was instant chemistry between us. I'm not
going to claim that it was love at first site. To this day I can't really say
that I love Nanda as much as I loved Bambi and Allison. The feeling that
motivated both of us was something more primitive than love.

The two sisters had very similar bodies. Bambi had slightly bigger breasts and
a slightly rounder ass. At 5'5" Nanda was two inches taller than her sister.
Nanda outweighed her sister and had a thicker build. She also had more
shredded and bigger muscles. Like her sister, even though Nanda's muscles were
more bigger to begin with, she could still make them grow to more than twice
their normal size when she flexed.

I can't really say that Nanda was better looking than Bambi, but I knew
instinctively that she was different from her sister. Bambi was very sweet and
affectionate. Nanda, on the other hand, had a wild side that I could sense
immediately. One look at Nanda told me that she wanted me.

That was not unusual for me. I'm a very good looking guy. I know it, so why
pretend that I don't. I'm 6'2" with an athletic, masculine build and a very
handsome face. People tell me all the time that I should have become a movie
star. I thought about it, but I always figured why work that hard? The truth
is I've always been able to get women to take care of me.

Did I mention that Nanda and Bambi come from a wealthy family?

So here I am, set to marry one hot sister in two months when I meet the other
hot sister who I can tell wants to fuck me as soon as possible. And here's the
difference between Bambi and Nanda that I was talking about. If the situation
was reversed, Bambi would have suppressed her feelings of lust and walked
away. Nanda, on the other hand, was the kind who took what she wanted. I have
to admit that I admired that, and it turned me on to know that what she wanted
was me.

As soon as Bambi was looking the other way, Nanda physically carried me off to
the guest bedroom and fucked her sister's fiancé in the very guest bedroom
that her sister provided for her. She treated me like a piece of meat. She did
things to me that day that I never dreamed possible. She teased and humiliated
me and made me thank her for it. She forced me to grovel and beg her for her
body, and then she wrung me out and hung me to dry until I begged her for
mercy. In one afternoon she turned me into her willing love-slave.

When I said earlier that Nanda won me, I wasn't exaggerating. That night she
told Bambi what happened and then challenged her sister to an arm wrestling
contest to decide who got me.

Okay, I know that sounds insane. I know that in theory I had a say in the
matter. The truth was, I was so turned on by the thought of two, hot, sexy
women with incredible strength competing over me like I was a prize that I was
more than willing to go with whoever "won" me. It may sound strange, but few
men will ever know just how thrilling a feeling that can be.

In the end, it was no contest. As strong as Bambi was - remember, she could
press slightly more than seven hundred pounds over her head with relative ease
- Nanda was much stronger. She even let Bambi use both arms and Nanda still
was able to slam them to the table using just one arm.

Nanda and I left that same night. Fortunately, Allison was already in bed so I
didn't have to face her. What a coward I was! Nanda and I got married soon
after that, and we've lived more-or-less happily as master and slave ever
since.

It's true that I'm Nanda's slave, but I enjoy it for the most part. I'll admit
that I do get a little tired of losing EVERY argument. In fact, we don't
really even have arguments. Nanda tells me how it's going to be, and I comply.
If I don't, she drives me to my knees with her infinitely superior strength
and makes me grovel at her feet for forgiveness. Earlier when I corrected her
about the thirteen versus fourteen years, I'm a little surprised that she
didn't punish me and make me admit that I was wrong. The fact that I was right
usually doesn't hold her back.

I do sometimes wonder what would have happened if I'd stayed with Bambi and
Allison. Would I have been happier? I guess it's pointless to speculate. It is
what it is, and there's no turning back now. Besides, I have mostly been happy
with Nanda. She does treat me like an inferior, but....

On the other hand, I'm the only one who knows what it's like to fuck the
strongest woman in the world. Nobody except me knows what it's like when she
gets so hot for me that she throws me across the dining room table and pounces
on top of me and pins me down and takes me right there.

Nobody except me knows what it's like when she slathers her tits, her ass, her
rock-hard abs, biceps, thighs, quads and pussy with honey and makes me spend
hours licking it off. They couldn't know what it's like to be forced to their
knees and ordered to grovel and beg for the privilege of kissing and licking
her feet and sucking her cute little toes.

I'm the only one who knows what it feels like to be lifted by my beautiful
Nanda with one hand beneath my ass while she uses the other hand to stroke and
fondle my rock-hard ten inch penis. No one else knows what it's like when
Nanda titty fucks me or sucks my dick or licks my balls while holding me in
the air with one strong arm.

She also loves to dress in sexy bikinis or lingerie and high heels while she
lifts a thousand pound barbell over her head as I watch. She orders me to take
out my huge cock and stroke it for her until she can tell that I'm about to
explode. Then she will order me to stop just to remind me which one of us is
the boss. Then she'll start all over again. By the time she allows me to shoot
my load, I'll shoot with such intensity that I usually pass out only to wake
up with her dripping pussy in my face.

Being Nanda's slave definitely has its benefits. What I'm not crazy about is
things like being solely responsible for getting the house in order before
Allison arrives. Of course, the house is already in pretty good shape since I
maintain it that way anyway.

However, the lawn could use a mowing and the pool could use a thorough
cleaning. Also, the silver should probably be polished, and it wouldn't hurt
to have the grand stairway and some of the other wooden fixtures waxed. I can
see already that I'm going to be on the phone for at least the next hour
arranging for workers to get all this stuff done.

As I was supervising the workers that afternoon, something occurred to me. Why
would Allison want to visit us? She hasn't seen us since she was five. I
haven't even seen a picture of her since she was about twelve. I had vivid
memories of her, but surely she barely remembered me if she remembered me at
all.

As for Nanda, Allison would surely remember her even less. It wasn't as if the
two were ever close. Besides, the girl must have grown up hearing stories
about what terrible people we were. From what I understand, even though Bambi
is a very attractive woman, she never had another serious relationship with a
man after losing me.

I decided to ask Nanda about it later. Later than night I brought it up when I
saw an opening. "Are you getting everything ready for Allison's visit?" Nanda
asked.

"Yes, Dearest, in addition to everything else, I've seen to it that the sheets
in the best guest bedroom were changed today, and Saturday morning, fresh
flowers will be placed in there."

"That's nice."

"Yes, it will be good to see Allison again after all this time," I observed.

"It's been more than thirteen years now," said Nanda. This was her unsubtle
way of telling me that I better not try correcting her again.

"Yes, it has," I agreed, "It's actually kind of strange that she would want to
see us now, after all this time."

"What's so strange?" asked Nanda, "It makes all the sense in the world that a
young woman of Allison's age would like to get to know her aunt better. She
could greatly benefit from have a strong female role model in her life."

I decided to let it drop. If it all made sense in her mind, nothing I said
would change that. It only had the potential to get me in trouble.

I spent all the next day seeing that everything was perfect for Allison's
arrival. The more I thought about it, the more excited I became about
Allison's visit. This was a little girl that once meant a great deal to me.
You might have guessed that I'm not the most sentimental fellow in the world,
and I'm not a person who dwells on regret. But if I have one major soft spot
it's Allison. If I have one profound regret, it's the way I ran out on her
without even having the decency to say goodbye.

The next day when Allison arrived, I was stunned. Gone was the sweet five year
old girl. She wasn't even the pretty twelve year old from the picture. She was
a smokin' hot nineteen year old woman!

When Allison and Nanda greeted one another, they hugged like... well, like a
niece who hadn't seen her aunt in fourteen years. It really was quite
touching. I noticed that Alison was about four inches taller that Nanda which
would make her about 5'9". Allison had the same hourglass figure as her mother
only more so. Allison's breasts and hips were bigger and wider and her waist
was more slender. She had a more extreme, pleasing figure than either her
mother or her aunt.

When she and Nanda ended their hug, I walked over to my once almost
stepdaughter and said, "Hello, Allison, do you remember me?" I looked into her
eyes. They were the same brown eyes that I remembered, but they didn't seem to
be quite so big. Now they seemed smoky and seductive. She had her mother's
high cheekbones, but not her mother's inverted triangular face. Allison's face
had a most pleasing oval shape. Her lips were thick and lush.

I extended my hand to shake. Instead, she hugged me. I could feel the strength
in her young, healthy body. Somehow it never occurred to me until that second
that she would be strong like her mother and her aunt. I felt her firm breasts
pressing against me. Her warm, strong, feminine body evoked feelings in me
that were decidedly not fatherly.

"Of course I remember you, Dirk, it's so good to see you." Then she almost
immediately refocused her attention on Nanda. The two of them began chattering
like long lost sisters.

After several minutes Nanda said, "It's a beautiful, sunny day. Did you bring
a swimsuit? We can sit out by the pool." When Allison said she had not, Nanda
offered to let her borrow one of hers.

"Dirk, fix us some cold drinks while I find a suit for Allison to wear," Nanda
said. Of course, this was not a request and my refusing was not an option.
When Nanda and Allison came down from upstairs a few minutes later, I almost
dropped the tray of lemonades I was carrying.

Nanda had given Allison one of her bikinis to where. It was far from Nanda's
most revealing bikinis. In fact, it was the one that covered up my wife up the
most. It did not cover Allison up nearly as well. The top looked like it was
straining to contain Allison's young, firm, full breasts. My wife was a
34E-cup, so Allison was obviously something significantly more than that.

"Doesn't Allison look great in my bikini?" Nanda asked.

"Yes," I said. It wouldn't be healthy to disagree, but it also wouldn't have
been healthy to agree more. I could tell that Nanda was proud of her beautiful
niece. It probably never occurred to her to be jealous. My wife was very vain
about her body, and to be fair, she had a lot to be vain about.
Nine-hundred-and-ninety-nine times out of a thousand, she had the sexiest
female body in the room. It didn't seem to occur to her that this was the one
time out of a thousand that she didn't.

I followed Nanda and Allison out to the pool. (I'd learned a long time ago to
ALWAYS walk a few steps behind Nanda.) I was treated to the site of Allison's
absolutely gorgeous, spectacular, mind-boggling spectacular ass. It was so
round, and firm and scrumptious looking. I wonder how I could have missed it
before. Of all of Allison's feminine assets - and they were ALL amazing - her
ass was the most amazing.

For the rest of the afternoon, Nanda sat in the sun and enriched her golden
tan. Allison was more fair-skinned so she spent most of her time under a large
umbrella. The two women spent the day getting caught up. They barely noticed
me except when one of them wanted me to fetch something for them.

I arranged to have a catered meal brought in. After dinner we sat in our
pallor and the two ladies continued talking. I noticed that they judiciously
avoided the subject of my past relationship with Bambi.

Around nine o'clock, Nanda decided to turn in. Except on special occasions,
Nanda generally turned in early. Even though I am a night owl, I am usually
required to go to bed when Nanda does. However, when Allison made it clear
that she intended to stay up, Nanda insisted that I stay up to keep her
company.

After Nanda left, Allison and I sat there for several minute without saying
anything. Allison broke the silence by saying, "I must say, Dirk, that you're
as handsome as I remember." Of course, it was true. I'd grown a little grey at
the temples, but that did nothing to diminish my masculine good looks. If
anything, it enhanced them. Still, I was surprised.

"You really remember me?" I asked. "Forgive me for doubting you, but you were
so young."

She got up from the chair she was sitting in and walked towards me. "I'll show
you how well I remember you, Dirk." She loosened the robe she was wearing and
let it drop to the floor. She was still wearing the revealing bikini that she
filled out so much better than my wife with the spectacular figure.

"Isn't this what I used to do?" she asked as she sat down in my lap and put
her arms around me. She looked at me, now with seductive brown eyes and asked,
"Dirk, will you marry me when I grow up?"

"I...I...I..." was all I could manage to stammer out.

She leaned in closer - so close I could feel her hot breath as she whispered
in my ear, "Would you at least think about marrying me when I grow up?"

I'm a man who is seldom at a loss for words - especially when it comes to
women - but I admit that I was barely able to squeak out a "Yes."

As she gently ground her awesome ass into my groin she whispered in my ear,
"In case you haven't noticed, I'm all grown up now, Dirk." Then she put her
hands on the sides of my face and kissed my deeply, not on the cheek, but full
on the lips.

After several seconds I managed to pull away from her. "No, Allison, we
shouldn't be doing this," I protested feebly.

She reached down with her hand and stroked my rock-hard cock and said, "I
think you like it. No?" Before I could answer, she kissed me even deeper than
before while she massaged my cock.

"Allison, no..."

"Shhhhhhhh," she whispered as she expertly unzipped my fly and pulled out my
ten inch cock and began to stroke it. "Mmmmmmm, Mom told me you had a huge
cock," she said.

"Y-you talk to your mother about me?" I asked.

"Of course," replied Allison, "She never got over losing you, and neither have
I."

"But...." I tried to talk reason.

"I've had a lot of opportunities to be with a lot of boys and men, Dirk. Those
opportunities come with a body like mine. But I've never been seriously
interested in any of the others, because I never got over you, I want you,
Dirk. I've wanted you since I was four years old, and I always get what I
want."

"But, Allison, I'm married to your aunt," I somehow managed to say.

"And you were engaged to my mother, until that bitch Nanda came along."

"But, Allison," I tried to explain, "Nanda would never allow it."

"Allow it? Who says she has a choice?" Allison asked, "She stole you away from
my mother and me because she was stronger than Mom. Well. I'm stronger than
her."

"How do you know?" I asked.

"Where is Aunt Nanda's personal gym?"

"How did you know she had a personal -" I stopped myself when I realized what
a stupid question that was. "Right over there," I replied, pointing to a
closed door on the other side of the room.

Allison effortlessly threw me over her shoulder and carried me over to the
door I pointed to and opened it. She carried me in and placed me in a chair so
that I could watch. The thousand pound barbell that Nanda usually used was set
up and sitting on the weight rack. Allison walked over to it.

"Is this the biggest weight that Aunt Nanda lifts?" she asked.

"Yes," I replied. "I like watching her so she brings me in here and lifts it
over her head wearing sexy outfits," I explained.

"Yes, Mom told me you liked that," Allison said. I found it unnerving that
Bambi had told her daughter so much about my turn-ons and turn-offs.

She did a little twirl. "Would you say that I'm in a sexy outfit?" she asked.

"Absolutely," I replied.

"Then watch this," Allison said and she easily lifted the thousand pounds over
her head. "What do you think of that?" she asked.

"It's very impressive," I conceded, "But that doesn't prove that you're
stronger than Nanda. She can do that too."

"Can she do this?" she asked as she dropped one hand and began to pump the one
thousand pounds up and down with one arm.

"H-h-how many reps can you do with one hand like that?" I asked.

"I don't know... one hundred, two hundred, a thousand.... It's not very
heavy," she said.

"N-not v-v-very...." My voice trailed off.

"Now do you believe that I'm stronger than Aunt Nanda?" she said.

"Y-yes," I replied.

Allison set the huge weight down and said, "And Aunt Nanda stole you away from
my mother like you were a prized stallion." Allison walked towards me and
removed her bikini top revealing her amazing tits. "How would you feel if I
stole you from her with my superior strength? I know I'm a lot stronger than
she is. How would you like to be treated like a prized stallion again?"

I didn't say a word. I was too turned on to talk. Allison grabbed me by the
collar and pulled me towards her. She kissed me for a third time. I could feel
her tongue inside my mouth. I kissed back hard. I kissed and sucked on the tip
of her tongue and licked and lightly nibbled on her thick lower lip. I
continued kissing down the side of her neck. I could hear her low moans of
arousal.

"Take off your clothes," she said.

"Rip them off of me," I responded. I could have never gotten away with telling
Nanda what to do . She always expected to be obeyed.

Allison obediently ripped my clothed apart and threw me onto the carpeted
floor. She then Stood over me and did a sexy dance. "Do you like my body?" she
asked.

"Yes," I replied.

She did a little shimmy with her upper body. "Do you like these big tits?" she
asked.

"Yes, Allison," I replied.

She turned around and wiggled her amazing ass. "Wouldn't you like to be
allowed to kiss this fine ass?" she asked.

"Yes, Allison, I would," I replied.

She pouted out her thick, lush, moist lips. "Wouldn't you like to feel these
lips kissing and sucking your huge cock?" she asked.

"Yes, Allison, you know I would," I replied.

"All you have to do is say the magic word, Dirk," she said.

"Please, Allison, please," I begged.

She took off her bikini bottoms and sloooooooowly lowered her pussy over my
rock-hard ten inches. Then she proceeded to fuck the living daylights out of
me. It was savage and carnal and yet sweet and loving at the same time. It was
like no sex I'd ever experienced. I felt the same kind of physical
gratification that I felt with Nanda, but I felt a kind of ethereal pleasure
that I'd never felt before. I wonder if this is what people meant when they
say "making love."

Allison and I made love several times that night. She did all the things she
said she would and more. She held me in her strong arms and whispered over and
over how long she'd dreamed of this night. I finally passed out from
exhaustion.

The next morning I woke up very early on the floor of Nanda's gym. Allison was
gone. I was terrified about what to do. I couldn't get dressed because my
clothes were ripped to shreds. I didn't dare try to sneak into by bedroom for
more clothes because Nanda might already be awake.

Then I saw Allison coming out of the kitchen. She was wearing a tank top that
revealed her hard abs and tight short shorts that stretched tight across her
sexy, hard ass. She was carrying a big terrycloth robe that I kept in the pool
house. "Here, put this on," she instructed.

"Allison, what's happening?" I asked. The terror in my voice was obvious.

"Don't worry yourself. Everything is going to be fine. I promise you that your
strong new sweetheart is going to take care of everything."

I put on the robe and walked into the pallor. I heard a noise and looked over
in time to see Nanda coming down the stairs in her nightgown and robe. She
didn't know I was naked under my robe. "What are you doing up so early?" she
asked me.

"Oh, well, I just couldn't sleep," I replied hoping that she wouldn't smell
the sex or the fear on me.

"Why didn't you wake me up when you came to bed last night?" she asked.

"Because he didn't go to bed last night," Allison said, "He slept on the floor
of your gym with me, after we fucked several times."

Nanda looked at me with fiery eyes. "Is..that..true?" she asked.

Allison stepped between Nanda and me to make sure I didn't get suddenly
killed. "Don't talk to him. Talk to me," she said.

"Okay," said Nanda, "What do you have to say?"

"I say that we leave the weak man out of this and go into your gym and
'discuss' this thing woman-to-woman," she said.

"That sounds fine," Nanda agreed. She turned to me and said, "And when I'm
through with her, you and I are going to have a little 'talk'."

I was petrified.

The two women went into the gym and closed the door behind them. I heard some
scuffling and a loud crash. Three minutes later Allison came out and said, "Go
and pack your bags, Sweetheart; you're coming home with me. We're leaving in
an hour."

"But.... But...." I said.

"Don't worry," Allison said, "Everything is taken care of."

"But what does Nanda say about this?" I asked.

"She understands. She may not like it, but she understands."

"I just... but I ... How...?"

"Don't you want to leave with me?" Allison asked. She sounded genuinely hurt.

"Well, yes, but...." How could I explain to her that after living under
Nanda's thumb for fourteen years that it wasn't easy for me to just up and
leave with hearing it from her first? Allison must have figured out what my
problem was because she went back into the gym and dragged Nanda to the door.
Allison was holding Nanda by the back of her neck. Nanda had a look of defeat
in her two black eyes.

Tell him," demanded Allison. When Nanda didn't speak up fast enough to suit
her, Allison shook her and said, "TELL HIM!"

"It's okay, you can go," Nanda said quietly.

"Now hurry up and pack," Allison commanded, "Just take the essentials.
Anything you don't bring with you, we can buy."

I was amazed to discover how little I had that actually belonged to me, even
after all this time. I guess I just never thought about it. Fifty-seven
minutes later Allison and I were pulling out of the driveway headed towards
our new life together.

"But I'm still legally married to Nanda," I said.

"Don't worry," said Alison, "I've already hired a lawyer to handle the
divorce."

"You were pretty sure of yourself," I said, "Did it ever occur to you that I
might not have wanted to go with you?"

"Did it ever occur to you that I wouldn't have given you a choice?" she said.

"Oh. But don't you live with your mother?" I asked.

"Yes," replied Allison, "Why do you ask?"

"Well... I mean, isn't it going to be a little awkward? I mean it was bad
enough when I was with her sister. Isn't it going to be even worse for her to
see me with her daughter?"

"Oh, didn't I tell you? From now on I'm going to be sharing you with mother.
Don't worry; mom's kept herself in great shape. She still looks very young and
sexy."

"Are you sure that's what you want?" I asked.

"Yes, Baby, this is the way it was always meant to be. Don't you remember?
That's why Mom and I moved."

"What do you mean? Where did you move to?"

"Utah," she replied with a saucy grin.

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