Just Another Day... Just Another Babe to Bind...

 

 

 

How many of us you ask?

 

Last time I checked, there were nineteen people like me working for the Duchess.

 

We were all killers for hire before she turned us into her special squad of trouble dealers, there are about one hundred and a half people that works for her in that category but we nineteen are the elite (lots of benefits AND jobs to deserve them). She rarely order us to kill someone but we do shot at least a couple of bullets (for any reason possible) in our jobs.

 

Warning shots, threatening shots, a bullet in the wheel of a moving car, one in the arm with the gun so he/she can't raise it at our comrade...

 

You name it, we did it at least once...

 

There are six women and thirteen men in the group. One of the women is the legendary Cinnamon from... ?... (no one knows much about her anyway... except the Powers That Be), there's a tall gothic gal from Chicago called Fay Winllington (never get closer to her, she's a freak!), Harriet 'Harry' Lewis from Minneapolis, Paula 'Dutch' Vyern and me and my sister Maureen. With Cinnamon and a couple of guys called Kemmet Bunun and Jumal Abu Mohammed we form the 'black minority' of the group, and me plus Cinnamon and a French dude called Maurice Duports are the 'bondage freaks' of the bunch.

 

Don't get me wrong, I like men and, while I am very creative as to how have sex with them, I simply HATE to be tied up and I find bound men as attractive as gay porn. But I do love to tie up women, especially chicks/babes/foxes/bimbos/bunnies/hotties/bosomy vixens... 

 

I don’t know... perhaps it was that leggy brunette hitchhiker from North Dakota that I sort of kidnapped/rescued (with the help of Maureen) when I was 16; or about five months later somewhere in West Virginia, when I had to deal alone with the incredibly curvaceous (later I would find out that she had been a lingerie model before marriage) housewife that went home three hours earlier than me and Maureen were supposing that she would... In any case it was about that time that I started to enjoy it, really enjoy it. I started to search the web and became a customer of the sites I still am, I bought my first DVDs back then.

 

I know that I hadn’t any reason at all to bind those two co-eds in Florida the way I did, but they were my self 17th birthday gift... Jessie and LouAnn... Anyway...

 

My sister likes to lecture me about that habit of mine, but when I do a real good job (and I mean a REAL GOOD one) our boss (Debs) likes to handle me one or two of her girls (she do have an harem of them) so I can do whatever I want to them... That makes me wonder at what, or rather who, is waiting for me at my flat at this moment... Of the last five girls, four were busty blondes with long flowing hair and I... asked her to... change her selections...

 

Today, today was supposed to be just another 'intimidation' job.

 

A mid thirties business dame that works for the Duchess would meet a guy from a trading company that was making business with our organization a bit harsher than it should in a public place. And at some point, depending on how the conversation between them would or not evolve, the guy would see a red dot in his chest (courtesy of guess who?). I wasn't supposed to kill him, just frighten him enough so he could become more... reasonable.

 

Anyway, I checked the place where the meeting would happen and then started looking for places where I would have to be in order to fulfill my agenda. Roofs are not as good spots as people tend to believe, especially in counties with a big helicopter traffic like LA.

 

No, vacant apartments or unused business rooms are the best. In second place comes lofts and apartments used by singles. There were eight apartments that I could use for that job. Three were being used by singles, two of those singles were women, and only one had the right measurements (a couple of inches taller than me, a bra size at least five numbers upper than mine, great long legs...), a girl called Rachel Lawton.

 

Of course, if the only spot available was an apartment with a big family of, say, mommy and daddy and seven offspring... I would be forced to tie up men and children (which I particularly HATE, but I do what I have to in order to fulfill a job...).

 

But there was this sweet Rachel available thus...

 

Besides her clothes size I knew very few about that girl. I had checked with a girl from the Duchess' hacker’s team. She’s a bit too thin and small for my tastes, but she simply loves to be tied up (and is a woman anyway) and demands that I do that (in very creative poses) on her homey body as payment for her help when I ask her for ‘extra data’. Of course, when she and the French meets they are both in heaven, and when I'm around she's up there solo.

 

As for Rachel L. ...no real source of income for the past years except for a bank account in the Seychelles Islands, she was financially stable and safe for the next ten to twenty years. She kept a very low profile, very low indeed, and didn’t seemed too interested in standing out in the crowd (even having such a gorgeous body and face).

 

And all her documents had been issued in the past three years, some of them didn’t matched with other data sources and she had made some calls to the US Marshalls.

 

Thus... Rachel Lawton didn't existed, she was someone in the WitSec...

 

OK, whoever she was before she became Rachel Lawton it wasn't my business, I couldn't care less for her (right...) since all I wanted was to be able to get my gun aimed at my target from one of her windows, after I had her trussed up and muted as efficiently as possible.

 

The meeting was scheduled to happen at 11:30 disguised as an early lunch, I entered Ray’s building at 08:45 helping an old lady with her groceries (and giving a story about being there to talk with a client), since I was dressed in a rather very conservative (except for the color of course but I was in LA) pink business suit, she only take a weird look at the size of my case... and I went straight to the 9th floor (she would leave at the 10th), then I went up the stairs three more floors and went to apartment 1203.

 

Three locks on the door, it took me more time than I liked to open it but I managed to do so without no one realizing what I was doing. She had a cozy place... a lot of books, a spacious sofa, a LCD TV... But where was she? I didn’t found no one in her room, until I heard a mewl coming from under her bed. There she was.

 

Those breasts were obviously fake, as were her nose and ears. I could see her in all her graceful nudity, but the leather blindfold padlocked on her head prevented her from doing the same. Selfbondage..., she was my third... Really, it was the third time that I surprised the girl I was supposed to restrain already helpless by her own hands.

 

She had one of those huge blue ballgags (with all those straps around her face) jammed into her mouth and cuffs in her ankles and wrists, and was searching for the key of the cuffs that, for some reason, she believed that had felt under the bed when she got stuck.

 

I quickly extracted her from under the bed, and she was so tired that she barely shrieked or protested (she had been there for at least ten hours) as I placed her over the covers. I quickly found the keys and massaged her limbs. Since I knew that there was no way she could move for herself (at least for the next minutes) I went to the kitchen and returned with a glass of water. I spun her (I had placed her on her tummy) and made her sit with her back resting against the three pillows of the bed, then I made her drank the water.

 

After a few minutes (in which I mounted the rifle I had brought with me) she made the inevitable questions: 'Who are you? What do you want with me?'...

 

I closed her lips with my right thumb and index finger and told her that she wasn't supposed to spoke until spoken to, then I told her that I knew that she wasn't Rachel Lawton... she got agitated and soon I was holding and pinning her down on the bed with my own body, my right hand covering her mouth and lower jaw and my left one keeping her (still weak) arms over her head. I waited for her feeble attempts to subside then I resumed.

 

I knew that she was in the WitSec, and I couldn't care less about it. She wasn't the reason as to why I was in her apartment, in her own bedroom. Her bedroom window was the reason. Then, after I allowed her to talk again, she asked me if I was a killer. I told her that I used to be one, but now I was more like a 'helpful shooter'...

 

I let her go to the bathroom, still blindfold, and believe me... she walked a bit uncertainly since she still had some weakness on her legs, but she went straight to there and did her business and returned to the room (with me close behind) in the dark without bumping into anything! Of course that I checked the bathroom first and had the door open all the time...

 

After that I guided her to the kitchen, gave her two yogurts and, using a roll of duct tape that I found there, had her nicely muted and helpless in no time. She didn’t put on a fight, she didn’t reacted as I wrapped all that tape around her legs and arms, you know that taping in which the arms end up forming a triangle/trapeze in the back of the babe?, and above and below those huge silicon sacks, she kept mumbling something to herself all along...

 

‘Please don’t kill me’ over and over again.

 

I put a very folded hand towel between her teeth and taped it in place, then I spanked her.

 

Hey, I had told her that I wasn’t going to kill her didn’t I? More than twice actually! And besides... her butt is way bigger than mine... and natural. Even she being white.

 

Before I put the earplugs on her ears I whispered to her ‘I don’t have any reason to lie to you, I could have simply have killed you as of now, but I won’t, so try to relax...’, then just to be on the (mean) safe side I wrapped more tape over her torso and legs, then I threw her over my shoulder and carried her back to her bed. One last check all over her body to see if she had any chance at all to free herself, and to shockingly discover that she hadn’t any surgical enhancement on her chest, and I went back to the window.

 

And found something really wrong.

 

As I was mounting the rifle I checked the place of the meeting a couple of times with the electronic sight of the gun. It was a small restaurant not very well located, but in a good neighborhood, and it had a few clients there already. Actually they had six clients, three men and three women, wearing casual clothes (nothing really stylish) and four waitresses (all young women) wearing a simple white and pink 50’s model. A couple of the women (for the look of them they were related, like in mother and daughter) were making some fuss and demanding something, probably to see the manager of the place.

 

Now they had nine clients, the same three men as before and a couple of Japanese tourists and a small obese family (daddy, mommy and two brats under six years old), and three waitresses, the very same three women that not twenty minutes before were clients at the place. The manager was missing, and there was a new face behind the cash register...

 

Someone was setting a trap, but who?

 

The Friendship? The FBI? Any business rivals of the Duchess or the trading company? Or the CEO of that company (who had a few political ambitions) himself?

 

I sent the alert and asked for reinforcements. About the time that Ponce Marino and Hubert Nichols (don’t look at me like that Tombstone, they were available, you wasn’t) arrived at the apartment a few things were really clear. We had sent two guys to be the lookouts for the meeting, one didn’t reported anything unusual but the other, when contacted by the Operations Center, sent the coded message that he was being forced to act as if nothing was wrong. So we had a bribed lookout and another who was being forced to act against the orders, we checked them both. The first sold himself for 50K, the second...

 

Do you remember that scene in ‘Lethal Weapon’ (the first) in which Danny Glover picks a Polaroid photo in which is written in the back ‘Your daughter is pretty naked’?

 

They sent him an e-mail with twelve pictures like that one of his little girl...

 

There were a couple of suspicious vehicles parked in the alley in the back of the restaurant (besides the cars of the people who worked there), a indigo blue van and a 90’s Toyota car. All available people was called after we were sure that it wasn’t a trap set by the cops or feds. Three guarded the back of the restaurant and two posed as clients in the place, one was a guy called Norita something (the Japanese counterpart of Bruce Lee? The guy that took down nine scumbags with his bare hands in Chicago two months ago?) that spent one hour and a half drinking cup after cup of coffee, the other was LeRoy Brent (You know him? Oh..., you do?...) and spent the time posing as a gambling addict that was trying to convince bookie after bookie to ‘give him some credit’ and ‘failing’ miserably...

 

I was to be completely focussed on the scene, thus Ponce and Hubert would guard me and the girl, as the hackers turned everything upside down trying to find out what was going on down there. Ponce took some pictures (after admiring my handiwork one the babe behind us a bit too much) of the people in the restaurant with one of those big lens cameras and we identified a few of them. The two dames I thought to be mother and daughter? Sisters, with nine years between them, but sisters from Iowa. There was a guy from New Jersey that I never heard of and... a local good-for-nothing dude called Ben Franklyn something.

 

A couple of guys was sent to check on his places and found the honest lookout’s daughter being guarded and manhandled by his girlfriend. Really..., she was slapping (hard) the girl for no reason at all but the ‘fun’ of it, after having her tightly bound in the buff to a chair and gagged with dirt cloth, when they entered her home.

 

Now there are still some guys around that don’t beat up women, like Vinnie D. (one of the guys who rescued the girl)... unless the woman disqualify herself as one like that bitch did with her laughter and insults towards her prey. He could have KOed the bitch with one single blow, but he preferred to slap her a bit before that, then he undressed her completely and then he bound her spreadeagled on the bed and gagged with some of her underwear (I don’t know if it was clean or not) used as packing. She really struck his mean bone.

 

He and the other guy sent the 19 years old co-ed to the clinic in Cypress Park... you know that one in which you took your then girlfriend (Maya, wasn’t it?) after those Asians tried to use her as bait in a trap against you.... yes that one.

 

The hackers slowly found connections, like phone calls and e-mails, between those would-be-something inside the restaurant and the office of the CEO of the trading company... We had all their plan in our hands and eyes about forty minutes before the meeting, to which the lady was ordered to attend by the Duchess herself. The lady’s daughter and sons were safe and under the very discreet guard of some of our guys, there was even someone at the elder care facility in which her father was living, and she would be safe all along as we nailed that CEO and those amateurs he had hired.

 

Oh come on, do I need to tell you all the flaws that those guys made?

 

In short, they discussed the plan and how they would do it IN TEXT MESSAGES!!! Who do you know that does such a naive and stupid thing? Me neither, me neither buddy...

 

Yes we considered the possibility of all those ‘flaws’ being deliberately crafted in order to make us look down on them, and thus be unprepared for their real abilities and skills. We considered that possibility and we were acting as if it was a fact. It wasn’t, they were that amateurs (on that special line of work since they were all good in their regular jobs) but still... Debs ordered us to let their plan proceed as they wished until the last part.

 

How she managed to convince that lady to allow herself to be kidnapped is something that I don’t know. I mean, we all know how she swings and how many girls and women she has in her pockets and hands and such, but this lady wasn’t like one of her babes (and she isn’t) and yet... she arrived in the restaurant as if nothing was wrong about five minutes late.

 

The ********** CEO was waiting for her, and under my aim, for nine minutes by then. He was sitting by the window and I knew that that glass wasn’t bulletproof... If necessary i could have taken down him and two others inside the restaurant, Norita would have made misery of three of them and LeRoy band his knife would have taken care of the rest.

 

But we didn’t, we were only supposed to act as a last resort...

 

About five minutes after she entered the place one of the ‘waitresses’ put the ‘closed’ sign on the door, and drew her gun. Suddenly there was a whole agitation in the restaurant; the waitresses aiming their guns at the customers, the manager and the guy behind the cash register went straight to the table in which the dame and the CEO were talking, and forcing their bodyguards and assistants to stand down or else, and three armed people appeared from the kitchen wearing black masks and T-shirts.

 

The CEO’s face showed clearly that he knew what was going on, and what a bad actor he was!, but the Duchess’ associate... now THAT was an actress! A great one! She was surprised and terrified and shocked and obeyed every order of the guys...

 

Uhmm, she probably wasn’t acting at all, wasn’t she? She was being kidnapped and knew it but had to pretend that it was a surprise for her... Oh well, she had a very frightened look in her eyes as she was roughly ordered to move to the back of the restaurant anyway...

 

There she found the real waitresses, bound and gagged in their underwear and sitting on the floor with their backs against a wall, and the other members of the restaurant staff sharing the same situation of them, except that they were fully dressed and blindfolded. This was very unexpected for the kidnappers, the lack of tape blindfolds on the girls, and they turned their eyes to their masked comrades and their leader asked why they (the waitresses but not with that term) weren’t blindfolded... and...

 

Excuse me for a moment... Yeah, oh hi boss... what gives? Yeah, yeah, yeah, humm... yeah... What? WHAT?!! Sure... sure... I’ll be there... One hour...

 

It was the boss... that ******** Ponce told her about Rachel... ******!!!!

 

Yeah, yeah I know, he has a big mouth and it was predictable...

 

Oh, well... where was I? Oh yes...

 

Well, the reason why the terrified waitresses had been allowed to see again (their blindfolds were dangling from one side of their faces) was that we needed witnesses to report to the cops OUR version of the kidnapping. The masked attackers were OUR people, the ones they were impersonating were tied up and gagged in the parking lot of the garage, along with their two drivers. We had taken them all down at the same time that the business dame arrived at the restaurant, and now at the parking lot there were four vans of our own.

 

The waitresses saw the masked raiders pointing guns at their ‘comrades’, and more masked raiders stormed the place and cuffed up and gagged all the attackers... well one of the ‘waitresses’ did saw what was happening in the kitchen and tried to flee, only to meet Norita’s clenched fist and get knocked out cold royally, then she was thrown over Norita’s left shoulder and taken to one of the vans by him. The CEO and the Duchess’ associate (plus their assistants) were already taped and gagged and NOW the CEO (and so his bitchy secretary) was looking very surprised! Half of the would-be-kidnappers were taken with us and the other half was left for the cops, who had been already called by the customers and the disarmed bodyguards at the restaurant, and I received the ‘get out’ order.

 

So I finally relaxed, stretched a bit as I stood up, turned around as I heard Rachel mewl indignantly and... saw Ponce standing over her and holding her head between his large hands as he took a very good look of her face without the blindfold.

 

And he recognized her...

 

She was in reality Jeannette Baggins, a girl who had worked as the eyes and ears of Debs in a strip joint of some Armenian dudes four years ago..., you heard about the case? Five dead people, two strip joints burned to the ground, six convictions for life and twenty one million dollars missing, besides Jeannette’s witnessing for the feds...

 

She didn’t caused too much damage in the Duchess’ organization, they barely scratched us actually, but she did betrayed Debs... and the boss wanted her back SO badly.

 

So he tried to call Debs right away, but I prevented him from doing so while I dismounted the rifle. We were supposed to be out of the building in two minutes tops, there was no way for us to take her along... not in a safely way, and the cops were already arriving at the scene of a ‘daring kidnapping’. To Ponce she was a ticket to six months of hot babes in his bed for free, at the very least, plus some dough. To me she was just another babe that I had to bind to do a job. Hub joined our very heated and soundly conversation by pointing out to Ponce that I was right... but Rachel’s relief was short lived.

 

Ponce did rummage in her stuff until he found her box of restraining stuff. He used three cuffs in her arms (I didn’t knew that there was a special type of cuffs for the elbows...), one in her thighs and other around her ankles, a long chain padlocked to one of the bedposts and to a ‘sub’ collar to give her some freedom of movement and, after two more yogurts and hundreds of ‘please don’t do this to me’ begs from Rachel, a lot of packaging tape wrapped around her head. And he put that blindfold back on her before he left.

 

There was no use for me to try to free Rachel, he had taken all the keys with him, but I did spent a couple of minutes holding that wrecked and sobbing girl in my arms before I left...

 

I went to the abandoned Poverty Row movie studio where they had taken the CEO and his secretary, plus all the ‘waitresses’ and other would-be-kidnappers, and where they all were being questioned. The business dame and her secretary, and contact with the Duchess, were there too, bound and cleave gagged a bit too tightly in the old management offices, but otherwise receiving a royal treatment. No I’m serious...

 

While they were kept bound and gagged as they had been by their would-be-kidnappers at the restaurant all the way to the studio, when they arrived there Debs in person welcomed them and escorted them to the offices holding one of each woman’s arms in her hands. There she said that whatever story, of the seven they were considering, that would become the official version for the police, in all of them they (the business dame and her secretary) would have to seem to have been treated roughly by their kidnappers, so she ordered them to strip to their bra and panties, and the secretary was told to take the bra as well. The dame tried to object to that, but her secretary told her to take a good look at her.

 

She was a very gorgeous woman (not the reason that explained why she had been hired), had a conservative life (which reflected in her usual attire, specially the underwear) and had a natural big pair of breasts. Of course mean and cruel kidnappers would like to see them in plain sight and to enjoy the shame and humiliation that this did to her...

 

So the girl undressed herself almost completely and was tied, by the oldest woman around, in a very stringent fashion and gagged in a even more mean way, and even crying all along she was fine. She’s one of those people that can cry rivers of tears at his/her will. Her boss soon joined her (after being tied by the same masked lady) and both sat in a comfy sofa and had only to hum or snap their fingers to have their gags removed and their wishes fulfilled. They were both watching the coverage of their abduction on a TV when I got in there.

 

The CEO, the leader of the guys he hired and others were being ‘questioned’ in separate rooms. Since the Duchess has a strong objection to torture and has a great provision of all sort of truth-serum available in this world of ours, when she didn’t had them developed for her organization, they were all talking like old gossipers...

 

All the girls of their group were in the back of the place, tied up with white ribbons after have being forced to undress and wear very sexy white lingerie (garter-belts and stockings and all) and were looking very frightened, except for the bitchy secretary.

 

A check on her past showed why... she, THE ‘Gold Digger’ par excellence... and obviously had her boss as her newest target. And we had crushed her dreams and ambitions, and were about to offer her as a merchandise (probably to the Objects of Beauty) with the others...

 

Anyway, both the Duchess and Debs agreed that the business lady (I don’t know her name! It doesn’t matter for me to know or not their names!) and her secretary’s involvement in the whole business was over. But we had to dispose of them, both looked at Debs with such a funny sudden fright look in their eyes..., and I was the one that would do that.

 

Now they were looking at me with a very scared look in their eyes, I basked in it I admit, and I told them that it meant that I had to drove them somewhere (preferably a spot with no cameras around) and pay a bum to call the police so they would be found. But Debs was adamant that I had to drive them ‘at the very least’ to here... the town where I live. So I helped both ladies to walk to the cargo area of the studio, I covered the topless babe with my jacket as we went to there, I helped to seat on a bare mattress inside a van, their bonds and gags were redone to a more demanding (yet bearable) fashion... hogtie, not a taut one but still it wasn’t very pleasant for them both. Then I blindfolded them and put the mini camera, that I had ‘borrowed’ from a deposit in the studio while they were being untied and retied, on a hook (that I had also ‘borrowed’) in a good point inside the van and turned it on before I went behind the wheel. The bare breasted young babe was in the foreground during all the duration of the shooting... And you know what?

 

I think that she knew that she was being filmed and deliberately ‘posed’ for me!

 

In any case... the ride lasted for one hour and a half, I left them still inside the stolen van in the Bentwood Street, by the river not by the beach, paid twenty bucks to a bum call the cops and stayed around to guard them... nineteen minutes later they were covered with big blankets inside two ambulances and there was a large crowd in that point of the street.

 

I called Debs and she told me to lay low, to not return home and wait for her call...

 

I knew, I knew all along that Ponce would tell her about Rachel/Jeanette... I know how mean and harsh and evil Debs can be sometimes, and I was the one that helped Ponce to uncover that poor babe’s cover. I AM getting softer... am I not?

 

So! Somehow Ponce and a couple of guys managed to return to Rachel’s apartment and leave with her drugged, bound and locked inside a large sports bag and delivered her to Debs’ penthouse in downtown LA. All in front of LA’s finest and a very large crowd and three different TV channels reporters! Is he that sneaky?

 

They got ‘reacquainted’ for a few hours, and Debs is now taking her in her yacht to this town’s marina as we speak, I am supposed to meet them in about one hour.

 

Don’t know, I don’t have a good feeling about it...

 

But she’s the boss, and she’s Debs...

 

*******

 

Nora left the Moe's fifteen minutes later. Leah Leigh, Tombstone’s latest girlfriend, had just recognized her as the woman that once had saved her life, AND who had subjected her to a very tight mummy-like tie on her own bed before and an even tighter post tie in the basement of her then own building after doing that. So, after she did her routine, Leah went straight to Tombstone’s table, covered only by a pair of plumps and a micro thong bikini bottom, sat on his lap and exchanged a few words before she asked him whom Nora was.

 

He promised to tell her everything when they got to his place.

 

Two hours and a half later, as he prepared something for them to eat, Tombstone told her about Nora and her habits, and Leah realized that she had been just another babe-to-bind-of-the-day in Nora’s collection, and got mad, really mad, about it.

 

And when Tombstone chuckled after he saw the look in her face she really got mad. Then he, while holding the frailer curvaceous girl’s body in a bear hug, told her about Nora’s twisted version of a honor code that had arisen after she became a member of the Duchess’ Enforcer Team, Maureen was probably as cold blooded as before.

 

And thought about illustrating it with the story that he had just heard from Nora’s lips a few hours before, the same one that was the talk of the day at the Moe's.

 

But if he did that he wouldn’t deserve his nickname... He, the guy that would carry all the secrets and confidences made to him to his grave (of course, his proverbial strength and fighting skills and how he used them also had influenced people to call him Tombstone...).

Besides, ‘Debs’ would only really hurt Ray/Jean if she wasn’t ‘Debs’ but her ‘evil twin’ sent by one of the many foes of the Duchess to replace her...

 

Too cliché to be truth.

 

He remembered how ‘Debs’ had dealt, with his help, with another girl who had betrayed her. The girl had endured a very strainingly and joint-demanding semester, but last time he had heard of her she was living in Georgia and had a flower shop, a husband and a boy of six months of age. Ray/Jean was in for a tough time, sure, but she’d survive without any real scar deep inside her. And according to Nora the girl was already deeply hooked in the bondage stuff... unlike Leah was. No scratching on his face, and she had tried that...

 

Now she was tied to the chair at the table, six large strips of tape covered her mouth and prevented her from insulting him. He really liked her, but her temper... her temper...

 

After being ‘tortured’ with the scent and sight of her favorite dish for a few minutes, Leah relented and was fed by Tombstone still tightly bound but now sitting on his lap. She was still mad at him and Nora, and hated to be taped up, but what the hell... she was hungry and he was a great cook... And, again, he would make amends to her in a few minutes...

 

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