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itsjustmyfantasyroom · 3 years

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Two heads

This is the full fic from this, that @thatesqcrush sent through! Hope you like it.

Warnings: a bit of everything cause its Bryan, bit rough, hands on throats, hair tug, light swearing, a spank and smut.

WC: 1502

Enjoy x

It was never going to work anyway, two heads of the law firm in a fixed relationship. With all the over time, the court days and the working dinners you were lucky to see each other once a week, maybe twice if you were lucky. He hated not having his freedom, of not being able to bang whoever he wanted when you weren’t around and it something he was never going to get used too. Although you were both on the same page as far as the relationship ending went, you had heard the rumor's that he dropped you because he turned down someone at bar out of respect for you.

You rolled your eyes when he did it over dinner at one of the fanciest restaurants in town, telling him bitterly that he could have done it via email, CCing in the rest of the heads of STR Laurie after he made it well known that he missed out on getting some ass because he was trying to be loyal to you. Working in the same building, you were shocked that there had been no path crossing or any type of interaction till now.

You walked into function room of your firm’s biggest clients PR night, that you were expected to be at. You knew he was there, but you didn’t scan the room at first to find him, instead you walked in confidently, like it didn’t worry you that he was there.

Bryan had been watching the door, waiting for you to walk through it and when you did, he took in a big breath and a gulp of his drink. His eyes ran up from your heels up your legs and over your body in your thigh length black double breasted blazer dress with 6 gold buttons down the front. He felt his cock twitch thinking about the last time your body was under him, he balls deep in you as you moaned his name. He thought messing around with whoever whenever was what he wanted. But as time went past, he realised it was the wrong decision, but he would never admit that, no matter how much it ate him up.

You moved around the room, talking to other co-workers, CEO’s and mangers of the other company, he catching the corner of your eye once, you now knowing where he was. Bryan’s eyes staid on you, following you and watched as you walked over to Clint, the CEO’s son. Bryan’s eyes narrowed at the back of your head, watching as you walked up to him, your hand going to his shoulder and he dipped his head kissing you on the cheek and his hand going to your hip.

He couldn’t see your face, but by the look on Clint’s, he knew exactly what he was thinking because he had and still thought the same. You stood with him for ages, talking, Clint laughing at you touching your arm and you doing to same to him. He watched on as you turned around, locking eyes with him and giving him a little smirk before you hocked your arm on Clint’s, leading you to the bar.

Bryan’s eyes kept following you, you both standing at the bar, Clint leaning into you, his hand on your hip again and he looking down at you licking his lips. Bryan drank down the rest of his drink slamming his glass down on the table. He stood up and walked over to you and Clint. Clint was whispering in your ear about taking you home and what he wanted to do to you once you got there, a clearing of a throat interrupting you both. Bryan frowned at you when he saw the little smirk on your face when you turned around,

“Hey Bryan, how are you?” Clint held out his hand, Bryan shaking it back.

“Good. Thanks. Y/N, Diane wants to talk to you”

You raised an eye brow at Bryan and then turned leaning up to peak Clint on the cheek,

“I’ll come find you when I’ am done”

You started to walk out of the room, knowing Bryan wasn’t far behind you. You walked out through the main doors and felt Bryan’s hand go to your elbow, pulling you towards another set of doors. He pushed them open and guided you in, letting go of your elbow and shutting the door. You crossed your arms over your body, leaning into one hip with a smirk on your face. Bryan turned around his face like stone,

“Your such a fucken brat” he muttered, walking towards you.

“I don’t know what your talking about” you gave him a coy look, dropping your arms down.

Brayan walked right to you, his body just shy of yours, his body heat hitting your skin and your body covered in goose bumps. Bryan grabbed your hand spinning you around and started to back you towards the wall,

“Had your fun?” Bryan growled pushing you against the wall, his hand sliding up your thigh.

“Didn’t take you for the jealous type Bryan” you panted

“Jealous?” He smirked “There is nothing to be jealous of, we both know my cock is the only one you want”

His lips crashed on yours, his tongue darting into your mouth roughly, his fingers pushing down into your under ware, his finger sliding into your hot drenched core. Bryan’s lips lefts yours, his eyes dark and deadly looking into yours, his other hand going up to your throat with very light pressure. You whined in pleasure, your mouth wide open while his fingers thrusted into you, your wet coating them.

Bryan pulled back from you, a whimper leaving you at the loss of contact. He hooked a finger in the neckline of your blazer dress, tugging you to him, pulling you towards a table in the corner. His hands went to you hips as you both got to it, lifting you up slightly to sit on it. You spread your legs and he moved between them. One of your hands wrapping around him, grabbing onto his dark blue jacket, your other going to his hairy chin.

Bryan’s hands went to your ass pulling you to the edge of the table, reaching into his wallet in his back pocket pulling out a condom sitting it on the table next to you, then moving to undo himself, pushing down his pants and boxers, they falling to his ankles. While Bryan opened and rolled on the protection, you kissed around the other side of his face. Your hand in his beard came down to pull your panties out of the way and he started to slide into you, he grunting and you moaning.

Bryan started to thrust his hips into you hard, one hand going up into the back of your head, tugging your hair back and his other hand going to grip your chin. The hand of the arm that was around him run down to grab onto his firm ass cheek, feeling it clench as the thrusted into you and your other hand wrapping his tie in your fist tugging him closer to you,

“Yes, Bryan” You moaned.

A breathless chuckle left him, raising an eye brow at you sticking out his tongue and running the tip of it around your lips. His hips picking up speed, the table under you shaking. Bryan’s lips met yours again, kissing you rough and deep. Bryan’s hands left the parts of your body they were on, pushing you down by your shoulders to lay flat on the table. His hands grabbed your hips, pulling you down the table slightly and your legs bent around him, his elbows pushing into your knees to help hold them up.

One of your hands grabbed your breast squeezing at it through your dress and your other went to your clit, your thumb rubbing over it. Your back arched up off the table, moans and Bryan’s name flowing out of it, your body filling with nothing but pleasure. You had just dropped down on your back when a loud roar bolted out of Bryan, his fingers pressing deep into your hips and his mouth dropped opened, cumming hard and deep inside you. Bryan pulled out of you and you shifted back slightly to sit up. Bryan grabbed your chin, kissing you deeply again and then sorting himself out, wrapping the used protection in a tissue from his pocket, while you fixed your panties and your dress,

“Don’t pull that shit again. Get out there and tell that pretty boy that you got a better offer and meet me outside, I’ll go and get a cab”

“And if I don’t?” You smirked at him flattening his tie on his chest and you saw his eyes harden and his nostrils flaring.

“Then I’ll go out there and tell that pretty boy that I was just balls deep in you, while you get a taxi” Bryan gave you a slight spank and a wink “Now go”

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infracti-angelus · 5 years

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Pale Fire, Chpt 3

PALE FIRE, a Lord of the Rings fanfiction

Pairing: Éomer and Lothíriel

Summary: Lothíriel wasn’t unacquainted with infatuation; after all, she was nearly twenty-one years old and (by Gondorian standards, at least) well past her prime. But while she was acquainted with infatuation and the whispers of attraction, this was entirely different. And it infuriated her. And when his line of sight but glanced over her, she felt heated from top of her hair to the base of her foot. No, not heated. Burning. Set aflame. She felt as if she were the swine roasted on the spit for tonight’s dinner.

Rating: M

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Click here for Chapter 2

Chapter 3: The Coronation

Lothíriel weaved her way through the crowd to join her brothers near the front for the coronation. Maren trailed at her elbow the entire time, commenting on the once again missing Erchirion. Lothíriel had only briefly seen her brother when she arrived to Minas Tirith before he had to take his leave. Lothíriel wondered where he could be during such an important ceremony; surely he wouldn’t miss it, nor not join his siblings in the fray. Maren startled at the trumpet flourish, which quieted the crowd.

The Dúnedain, wearing silver and grey, who had accompanied the new King of Gondor in the procession, had taken their designated place amidst the crowd but towards the front. Unfortunately for Lothíriel, their designated place was right in front of where she and her family had claimed. While Lothíriel was tall (as her entire family was), she had to stand on her toes to glimpse anything. From her spot, she could see the Lord Aragorn was garbed in black mail and belted with silver. A mantle of the purest white flowed over his shoulders, fastened with a large jewel that, even from her position, she could tell was a bright green. His bearing was noble, with an even mixture of pride and humility.

Lothíriel thought she saw a flash of blond hair as well as children (which must be the periain Amrothos had mentioned to her), but before she could further study them, a Dúnedain shifted into her line of view. Lothíriel’s bitterness of not being tall enough was short lived. With this shift, it revealed Mithrandir and two people Lothíriel loved very much. She couldn’t help but embrace the feeling of familial pride she felt as the coronation commenced at the top of Minas Tirith.

Mithrandir stood at the very front with her father, Prince Imrahil, and her cousin, Faramir. Faramir knelt in front of Lord Aragorn and presented a white rod. Words were exchanged that she struggled to hear, though she gathered it was Faramir surrendering his office of Steward of Gondor. Amrothos was grinning and elbowing her in the ribs as Lord Aragorn returned the rod to Faramir, and she could catch the his voice replying “it shall be thine and thy heirs’ as long as my line shall last.”

Then the clear voice of her cousin rang out over the crowd with what surely was a great speech, but to Lothíriel all sound turned murky, like the ocean after a great storm, for another shift of the Dunedain revealed a man.

He was tall. Far more than her father or brothers, but of like height to King Elessar. He was standing near the periain and separated from the crowd so Lothíriel knew he must be important, but besides that he wore a costly tunic of brocaded green that indicated him as upper class. He had broad shoulders, and the garb he wore could not mask the bearing of a warrior. Nay, nor could the trimmed beard hide the sharpness of his jaw. His golden hair was neatly plaited at the nape of his neck, which was equally golden from the sun. He moved forward at something King Elessar said, and Lothíriel couldn’t believe how a man as large as he could move so gracefully, like a feline. Furthermore, she couldn’t believe how tight his deerskin breeches were. Lothíriel could not drag her eyes from this thoroughly masculine man.

Elphir, holding Alphros, had moved closer to her, and in a low voice that penetrated the fog of her mind, said “That’s the King of Rohan.”

Before she could respond, Faramir cried: “Behold the King!” And in that moment all the trumpets were blown, and Maren was already herding her back to her quarters to change for the festivities.

Lothíriel tried to minimize the splashing while she sat in the tub. Lothíriel loved being in the water, as it was normally comforting, but she felt it was unnecessary since she had bathed the previous evening. Taking care to keep her hair dry, she swirled her fingertips between the slices of lemon that floated around her, hoping to find answers in the expanding ripples.

The King of Rohan.

Lothíriel wasn’t unacquainted with infatuation; after all, she was nearly twenty-one years old and (by Gondorian standards, at least) well past her prime, practically a spinster in the minds of the other courtiers.

Essentially, being unattached at such a ripe age when most girls were married off at fifteen, had led her to experience the beginnings of infatuation, attraction, and, at times, even admiration. In fact, she had shocked some of the older noblewomen by being observed holding hands without a betrothal contract in place. They’d be aghast if they knew at times it went beyond hand holding into the territory of kissing. Both Lothíriel and her paramours knew that the sweet, innocent embraces were but empty and fleeting.

But while she was acquainted with infatuation and the whispers of attraction, this was an entirely different beast. And it infuriated her.

When Lothíriel was sixteen, she’d overheard a conversation between two maids while they were making up a bedroom. They had spoken of matters that were quite improper. One had described in detail the rough joining she’d had with a man twice her age against a wall behind a tavern. The other had responded that she kept herself content with her own hand. These encounters were something Lothíriel had never conceived, for these things were never explained to her. She supposed such behavior was shameful, a notion which had been reinforced with the strict rules of nobility and courting. And having no mother to explain further, Lothíriel had tried to forget what they said.

But she vividly remembered this conversation now. Thinking of the one maid’s description and applying it to him caused her nipples to tighten. What would it feel like to be held by him? To feel his lips on hers? Her hand dropped underwater to the juncture of her thighs.

She’d never really done this before, never had wanted to. None of her past paramours had inspired this unknown aching that occurred in her most intimate of places. The tips of Lothíriel’s fingers tentatively brushed against her sex.

Maren walked in with a drying cloth, startling Lothíriel. Lothíriel’s hand darted to the surface and she flushed a deep red in embarrassment and shame. Oblivious, Maren motioned for Lothíriel to rise and padded the moisture away. Lothíriel was thankful her flush had abated by the time heated oils scented with saltwater lilies were applied to her skin. Maren helped Lothíriel with her kirtle and squeezed her into the corset.

Maren bemoaned how dark Lothíriel’s skin looked.

“Maren, that’s enough,” Lothíriel snapped, already feeling uncomfortable between the corset and her thoughts.

Maren glared at her. “Everyone will be talking about it,” she said sharply, “it’s absolutely ghastly for a noblewoman.”

“Then let them talk!” Lothíriel replied, heatedly. “They have no right to prattle about me as if I did something wrong. I cannot control what I was born with, nor am I ashamed of it. I shall wear it proudly, as it denotes that I have ventured out of complacency and contributed to the welfare of our people.”

Maren was achingly quiet for a long time, before she smiled apologetically. “I often forget how much alike you are to your mother.” Maren put her hand against Lothíriel’s cheek. “Aye, you are right. They have done naught but sneer at the misfortune around them and concerned themselves with nothing of import. Do not let an old woman’s words trouble you, for you are a daughter of great men, with keen insight and a kind heart. If they are to talk about you, let us give them something to talk about.”

Light from the flames of lit torches bounced against the stone. Many of the walls were covered in freshly washed tapestries. Bundles of thyme were hung at intervals on the wall, and long wooden tables with solid benches for dining were decorated with blue lobelia and white camellia. Lothíriel was pleasantly surprised to see the flowers, as she had thought all that was beautiful had died during the war. She itched to harvest the leaves, which made a very splendid tea. She thought it careless of everyone to use the plants as mere decorations when they could be dried and distributed as rations. Ah, Lothíriel thought bitterly, but the war is over and I’m sure everyone would rather forget rationing.

Several tables were claimed already, each laden with the bounty only a feast could provide. Some long tables were empty, waiting for families to gather and partake in the delights that awaited them. A few of the long tables were shoved to the side of the hall to make room for dancing, as they were sparsely occupied by those who had already overindulged in the spirits and food.

Lothíriel surely felt the eyes on her when she entered the grand room, searching for her family. Indeed, she couldn’t help but feel self-conscious, but tried to ignore the feeling. She could already hear the tittering of the noblewomen. Within a moment’s time, a few lords had already approached her asking for a dance. Lothíriel had been able to politely refuse, supplying that she had just arrived and was looking for her father. They had walked away rather dejectedly. Though he had not offered himself as a dance partner, Lothíriel could feel Lord Brayan’s gaze track her across the room and it caused the hairs on her arms to stand at up. After nearly having wine spilled on her “accidentally” by Lady Blythe, Lothíriel eventually found the Elphir and Amrothos –where was Erchirion?—lingering near an entryway. Their tall figures in Dol Amroth regalia looked princely and intimidating compared to the other noblemen, ensuring her a perfect reprieve from dance requests.

As she approached, Amrothos opened and closed his mouth repeatedly like a fish. “Lothy,” he exclaimed, “I must demand that you go back and change this instant.”

Lothíriel daintily rose an eyebrow. Elphir also hesitated, before opening his mouth to speak when he was interrupted with the return of Rosilith carrying Alphros.

She immediately squealed. “Oh Lothíriel!” she said, shoving the squirming tot into his father’s arms in favor of smoothing the pale pink pleats of her gown, and grasping Lothíriel’s forearm, “you look absolutely splendid!”

“No she doesn’t!” interjected Amrothos.

“Oh shush, you,” Rosilith whirled at Amrothos, poking his chest with a rigid finger. “If Lady Elspeth looked like this, you wouldn’t be complaining.”

“That’s exactly the point,” Elphir said, darkly. “You look like a strumpet.”

Seeing a flash of emotion on Lothíriel’s face, Rosilith whirled this time at her husband. “Hear me now, hervenn. You have seen bare shoulders plenty of times ‘fore now. I have a mind to turn you over my knee for your insolence. And you, Amrothos. You best remember that she is not only your sister but a member of the royal family deserving of respect, who has been running Dol Amroth by herself with no help from you. She is no longer a child, but a woman, and you should be ashamed of yourself.”

Lothíriel barely heard the continued tongue-lashing Amrothos received as Rosilith directed him further to the side of the room. Lothíriel looked to the contrite Elphir.

“Is it…is it really that dreadful?” she asked tentatively.

Elphir sighed, shifting Alphros from one hip to the other. “Forgive me, Lothíriel. I spoke rashly. You surprised me, is all. Though I daresay your attire is nowhere near court-appropriate for Gondor, it is surely passable in Dol Amroth and not at all deserving of my words.”

Lothíriel let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. “I admit, it’s a bit much for me as well, but Maren insisted I wear it.”

Elphir looked surprised. “I am shocked Maren approved of this, though I don’t blame her. If her aim was to capture the attention of eligible men, it has certainly succeeded. Perhaps too well, as even Lord Rawley is ogling you, much to the despair of his wife.” Elphir’s face darkened. “And Lord Brayan hasn’t taken his eyes off of you since you walked in.”

Lothíriel repressed a shudder. “No, I suspect Maren was trying to atone for harsh words in a quarrel.” She shrugged. “She manages to bring out the warg in me every so often. And it’s not her fault entirely that the gown doesn’t adhere to Gondorian standards. Despite is being a few decades out of season, it would normally be considered fairly decent if I were similar to Naneth’s build. As it is, I’m a bit too…plump, in certain areas, for it to sit rightly on my frame. But Elphir, if you think it best, I would go back and change now.”

“Nay, Rosy is right. You aren’t our little sea urchin any longer.”

Lothíriel scrunched her nose in distaste for her childhood moniker. Rosilith returned to take Alphros who was decidedly squirming and reaching for her. Amrothos followed sullenly behind her, staring at his boots.

“’M sorry, Lothy.” He mumbled, glancing up. Rosilith quirked an eyebrow at him and he flushed. “You look splendid and I’m a deplorable brother with no taste.”

Rosilith nodded in approval, shooting a wink in Lothíriel’s direction.

“Oh, Amrothos,” Lothíriel sighed, grinning. He peeked up and saw all was forgiven and beamed at her.

“Perfect,” Rosilith declared, cutting off the conversation. “We should find your father. I’d like to eat something before the dancing starts.”

“Yes,” Elphir said, looking at his sister. “I suppose your dance card will be full within seconds.”

Lothíriel shifted. “Actually, I’m not planning on dancing tonight.”

“Oh, why ever not! Lothíriel, it’s a celebration, you absolutely must!” Rosilith cried, her bright eyes widened in horror that Lothíriel would dare to skip dancing (it was Rosilith’s favorite part of a party due to the fact she met Elphir while dancing).

“Maybe she doesn’t want anyone getting the wrong ideas,” Amrothos said, dryly. He glared in the direction of Lord Brayan.

“Perhaps…” Elphir said slowly, shooting a sly glance at Lothíriel, “perhaps she’ll change her mind if the King of Rohan asks her.”

Lothíriel flushed.

Elphir nodded his head towards his right, capturing Lothíriel’s attention.

Sitting at one of the long tables was the King of Rohan.

Sindarin Language Guide:

periain - (plural form of perian), Halfings/Hobbits hervenn - husband

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dtwritings · 6 years

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I’m Better (E.D.)

Summary: You were at a party and you might have gotten a little drunk. You didn't have a ride home due to the fact that you wanted to leave early so you phoned your boyfriend Bryan who was currently at work. After he said that he was sorry he couldn't pick you up, you accidentally called Ethan and something else unexpectedly happened;)

A/N: I was in math class the other day and instead of doing my homework, I came up with this blurb. I hope you like it:)

You were at your friend's party. You told yourself that you wouldn't go but like always, your friends dragged you along. You promised yourself that you wouldn't drink because you knew how little it took to get you wasted.

Your head hurt due to all the drinks prior. You tried to find your friends in the crowd so you could go home. You gave up in looking for them knowing that they were probably lost and drunk somewhere.

You then made your way outside to call Bryan and see if he was able to pick you up and take you home.

"Hey babe what's up?" Brayan said through the phone.

"I'm at Jessica's party and I my head hurts too much. Bryan, I need a ride home", you said hoping he'd drop whatever he was doing and come get you.

"Babe, I'm at work. Do you need me to text my sister to pick you up or–"

"No nevermind it's fine Nancy just showed up. I'll ask her for a ride. Bye," you said hanging up the phone.

You had never understood why your boyfriend always put his work before you. Yeah, he was a hard worker and all but sometimes you wish he just spent more time with you.

That was one problem but the other problem was that you had lied to your boyfriend about your friend Nancy arriving at the party. How were you going to get home? You had no idea. You decided to actually call Bryan's sister Erica to take you home considering she was such a good friend of yours.

As you scrolled through your contacts you saw Erica's name and you clicked it not knowing you had accidentally clicked your friend Ethan's instead.

"Hey, girl. So I called your brother to take me home from Jessica's party and you know what he said. He said he was working and to have you pick me up instead. Ugh, I swear Erica sometimes your brother can be really difficult" you said once you heard the person answer.

"Umm...Y/N, it's E," he said confused.

"Aw shit sorry E, I meant to call Erica," you said mentally slapping yourself.

"You're at Jessica's party?" he asked.

"Yeah and my head hurts and ugh I regret coming to this party," you said bringing your hand up to your forehead.

"I can come pick you up," Ethan offered.

"No, it's fine–"

"Already on my way," he said cutting you off and then hanging up.

You had been friends with the twins for about 5 years and you had a little something for Ethan but you never admitted it to yourself.

When Ethan arrived in his black BMW, you got up from where you sat on the sidewalk curb and pulled open the door to his car.

"Hey Y/N," Ethan said looking at you as you closed the door.

"Thanks for coming to get me E," you said buckling up.

"What kind of friend would I be if I had just left you there," he said putting the car in drive.

You felt a warm tingly sensation in your heart every time Ethan called you his "friend". Although deep down inside of you, you wanted to be more than just his friend.

"Oh, shit," he said bringing you back from your thoughts.

"What?" you asked worriedly.

"I totally forgot where you live," he said running his hand through his hair.

"Oh shut up Ethan. Put both of your hands on the wheel. You can touch your hair later" you said playfully slapping his shoulder.

He laughed and put some music on when you were at a red light. The music started blaring through the speakers so you reached to turn it down.

"Hey," he said laughing and turning it up again.

You again turned it down and he turned it back up. When you reached to turn it down once more he grabbed your wrist.

You turned to look at him and he was staring right at you. It was a minute before he let go of your wrist.

"Sorry Y/N, I didn't mean to..." he said turning his focus back on the road.

You both sat in silence the rest of the ride.

"Thanks again E," you said as he parked in front of your apartment.

"No problem. I'll take you up" he said turning off the car.

You both got out of the car and headed for the elevator. When you both entered the elevator it was complete silence. That was weird. Ethan was usually not the quiet type.

You looked over to see Ethan gripping the bar on the elevator so tightly his knuckles were white. It seemed like he was nervous or something. You slipped the thought aside when the elevator doors opened.

After you got out of the elevator you headed down the hall and stopped in front of your apartment door.

"Well this has been a good night," you said slighting laughing.

"It always is when it's spent with you," Ethan said now staring at you and waiting for your response.

"I'm in love with you Y/N. I hate seeing you with Bryan. He's not the type of boyfriend you deserve. I'm better than him and you know it," he said stepping closer to you and making your back touch the door.

"Ethan..." you said not believing what he had just said.

His hands came up to cup your cheeks and all at once his lips were on yours. You were shocked at first and then began to kiss back knowing that you wanted this and nothing more. It started slow but the tension began to build up due to Ethan wanting more too. He pushed you up against the door harder, your back feeling the cold door. You pulled away only to say something.

"Ethan I have always loved you too," you said looking into his dark eyes.

"I thought you did," he said smirking.

You laughed and turned to unlocked the door. Ethan then turned you back around.

"I'm not finished with you yet," he said smiling devilishly.

He then proceeded to kiss you as he pushed you two into your apartment and kicked the door closed behind him.

Hoped you like it! XD

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