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fr3aklike-me · 2 years

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best friends try clothes on for each other, right? ━☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ

contains: teasing, possessive talk, dubious consent, breeding, mentions of spanking on different parts, reader is referred to as having "breasts," "pussy," "clit"

let’s say that you’re my best friend – sweet, innocent, cute and unsuspecting. when you have a date you’re excited for coming up, you confide in me how badly you need to get laid, not even realizing how I clench at the idea of taking care of you when you’re obviously so needy and desperate to have someone’s hands on you. of course, being the devoted friend I am, I agree to go shopping with you so you can model different outfits you’re considering for the date – specifically one that will guarantee a good fuck in store for you. almost like torture, I sit outside the changing rooms, as you stride out with outfit after outfit – a series of miniskirts that hug you just right, tight tops that leave your nipples poking out, dresses so tight that I know it’d be so easy for me to press you against a wall, face pressed to the mirror, and slide my fingers deep in you. you gently whine that I should stay in the room with you – for practical reasons, of course, like so I can help you zip up dresses and so you avoid the shyness of emerging from the changing rooms in front of other people waiting outside them. it makes sense, and even though I know it’s only going to leave me with more thoughts, I go in, the dutiful friend I am. you go through a few more outfits, my eyes averting whenever you change then being requested by you to take in the entirety of each and every outfit. I don’t think you realize how much it’s impacting me to see you like this – possessive and jealous that these outfits will be for someone else to fuck you with, yet admiring and stunned from how good you look.

you try on a tight dress, lush red, and it squeezes around your tits and stretches right below your ass. you spread your arms out, doing a little twirl, and I smile approvingly. with a pout, you flatten your palms along it and say, “I’m just worried. Like, what if I bend over, and they see my panties? It’ll spoil the surprise. I’m wearing these really pretty lace ones that night, and I only want them seeing them when we have sex.”

after a few more moments of pondering, checking yourself out in the mirror, my eyes lingering on every inch of your body, feeling nearly ravenous in my need to drag you onto my lap and fingerfuck you, you turn to me. “This might sound weird, but if you’re comfortable, can I show you, and you tell me if you can see my panties?”

I laugh at first, thinking you’re joking, but in a few moments, I see that you’re the picture of seriousness. I’m throbbing at this point, but I nod, clearing my throat, hoping you don’t notice how I shift in my seat. you turn around, and I get the perfect view of your ass, that dress wrapped and tightened around it so well that I chew on my lip from behind. you brace two hands on the mirror in front of you, and bend low, sticking your ass out for me so I can inspect the results. slowly, the material shifts up, revealing a lace thong underneath, perfectly slid in between your two ass cheeks, where the dress sits halfway up.

after a long, quiet pause, you prompt, “Well?” I can hear how your tone has gotten quieter, more meek, and I glance at the mirror to find you staring hard at the ground.

“Um, it shows a bit. Which is fine, unless you really wanted those panties to be a surprise in the bedroom.”

“I do,” you softly whine, sighing gently, “and I like this dress so much.” you meet my gaze in the mirror, and immediately burst into laughter. “Look at you, you’re flushed red. C’mon, don’t friends play dress up?” with this statement, you shake your butt teasingly, giggling when I look away. you probably don’t even realize all the ways I’m thinking of taking you right now – dragging you onto my lap and slapping your pussy gently for being such a tease, holding your hips in the position you’re in and sliding my cock inside, making you watch yourself in the mirror. “How do you think I look, though?”

I cleared my throat. “You look good.”

you flip around, facing me. you purse your lips together, taking in my flushed face, and I wonder if you can read the room. apparently not, because your next words are, “I also really like how my cleavage looks in this. Like, if I bend over, you can see…” you complete the sentiment by lowering yourself, showing me how the dress gives the perfect view of the curve of your breasts. this really was fucking torture. especially when you stand up, and grope your own tits, squeezing them gently, shaking them around. “I just love how these look in this dress.” you give them one last squeeze, sighing gently as your eyes flutter close. “Sorry, I forgot how sensitive they are.”

at this point, my suspicions are rising. friends or not, you had never gone to lengths this great to emphasize how good an outfit was. “What the fuck are you doing?”

your hands drop from your chest. “What?”

“This is clearly not just about wanting to show me an outfit.”

you brace your hands on your hips, and even through the sexual frustration, I snort fondly. “Yes, it is.” you slowly walk closer to me, and with myself still seated, my eyes are directly in line with your breasts. I peer up to watch you adjusting the straps, until they slip off. “And see how easily it can come off?”

“Perfect for your date.”

“Mhm, so you see, it’s the perfect dress to get fucked in.” you stare down at me coyly, an eyebrow raised in question, even though your fingers are fumbling with the edge of the dress in shyness.

I slip a hand under your thigh, raising your leg so that it’s propped over my shoulder, dangling, as you press your hands against the wall to keep your balance. “So, if you had the chance to get fucked in it now, how would you feel about that?”

you slip your leg off, smile knowingly. “I mean, I think I’d like it, but don’t you have to even check if I’m wet?” you turn back around, bending over, spreading your legs wide enough that this time, I can see your glistening cunt, leaking onto your pretty thong, smeared around your inner thighs. “See, you can only fuck me in it if I’m really, really wet.” with this, you wiggle your butt again, giggling when my jaw clenches, eyes trained on you. “Otherwise, maybe I’ll just wait for my date – oh, fuck.”

your teasing dissolves into a long moan as I move to the edge of my seat, grabbing your hips and pushing your cunt onto my face, my tongue immediately diving in, licking around your flimsy thong. your breathing shudders as I flatten my tongue and drag it along the length of your slippery cunt, gathering the wetness into my mouth and finally fucking getting a taste of you. I can’t get enough of it, licking and licking around the thin fabric, the tip of my tongue softly toying with your pussy lips, swollen and soaked with the desire to be touched. I suck on your lips, nearly groaning at how good it feels to finally have you like this in my mouth. your hips rut, pussy rubbing all over my face as you brace your head on the wall, breaths fogging the mirror. I grab your ass, keeping you still as my fingers drag away the wet, useless piece of fabric, tongue flicking along your pussy, dragging across your folds.

“Ugh, please suck my clit,” you whisper.

“After that show you put on for me? I ought to spank you for that, princess.”

you keep quiet for a few moments, small, gentle whimpers leaving as I press light, soft kisses along your entire pussy, my lips reverent for you. “You can, you know.”

“With all these people to hear? I don’t think so, baby.”

you huff in frustration, groaning, “Please, please at least suck my – hmph, fuck.”

I curl my tongue along your throbbing, stiff clit, the tip stroking it over and over again, pausing to flick it side to side until you’re clamping a hand over your mouth. I dig my fingers into your ass, finally squeezing it in that dress just as I had fantasized, squeezing and groping it, spreading you further so that my lips can round on your clit and suck as hard as I can, until your squeals are obvious even from behind your hand.

“Please, please, I need you inside me.”

that was enough for me. I drag you onto my lap, my arms holding you tight, keeping you in place, your cunt right on my bulge. I raise my hips up, rubbing the curve of my dick along your wet, soft pussy through the fabric, your juices leaking through as you grind, fingers digging into my back, whining into my neck, “Stop teasing me, fuck.”

“Look who’s talking,” I groaned, gripping your ass to drag you up and down my bulge, the shape of it pressed right to your bare cunt. you fist your fingers in my shirt, shuddering and moaning when I grab your waist to help you grind particularly hard down. “Using those pretty outfits just to get me to fuck you. You better not go on that fucking date, understood?”

you nod into my neck, sucking on my skin in order to keep your noises quiet, my own breath hitching at the contact. “I won’t, all yours, all for you.”

I finally unbuckle my pants, rubbing my dick along your slippery cunt, slapping it on your clit to watch you squirm and gasp. finally, when you’re tugging on my shirt and biting my neck in concentration to not make noise, I nudge my cock into your pretty hole, just rubbing the head along your walls. when you begin grinding down, moaning and tugging on my hair in frustration, I slip all the way in, pressing my mouth to yours to keep the two of us quiet. your tongue eagerly meets mine, and we kiss slowly, gently, as you sit there, my cock tight and snug in your pussy. with your mouth still moving against mine, I test out a slow thrust, my hands groping at your ass. you whimper into my mouth, yanking my hair once again, and in a few more thrusts, I’m gently bouncing you in my lap, my cock slipping in and out of you, the most wet, obscene noises echoing in the changing room as your pussy tightens around me.

you move your hips against me, matching my pace as you suck on my tongue to keep quiet, ass smacking against my thighs. your breathing is heavy, tongue hanging out of your mouth as you whimper softly. you tug on my hair again, pressing your forehead to mine. “I’m getting close. Please come inside me, I need to be filled up with you.”

I nearly moan out loud at your words, pressing my face to your neck as I start thrusting harder. “You want to get filled with my load?”

“Please,” you whisper, bouncing on my cock faster. you shove the dress down so that your breasts are out, and I immediately take a nipple into my mouth, sucking on it as your fingers curl into my hair, mouth pressed to my head as you gasp when my thumb presses to your clit, rubbing fast circles into the sweet bud. “I need you to make me yours, show everyone who I belong to. Fill me up, please, I need it.”

words become impossible as I move my hips as quickly as I can, my thumb rubbing and rubbing your clit, taking turns on kissing and sucking your pretty nipples. my other hand grips your cute ass, encouraging you to ride me as fast as you can. when your hips lose their steady pace, messily moving with no direction, I know you’ve reached that point, and I whisper in your ear, “Let me breed my pretty girl.”

you shake, pulsing all around my cock, sucking furiously on my neck as I snap my hips up over and over, fucking you through your orgasm as you squeeze onto my cock, enouraging me to finally come, my sticky come bursting inside your hole, finally filling you up with a warm, thick load as I continue pounding into you until every drop is tucked deep inside.

you lay limp against me, breathing heavily, sweat shining across your forehead. I lean against the wall, swallowing hard as I register what just happened. I press a soft kiss to your forehead, and you lean back to smile at me, whispering with a giggle, “Just as I planned.”

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fr3aklike-me · 1 year

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can you handle the heat? ҉ ✼⋆:°* ҉ *:･ﾟ

contains: breeding, spanking, teasing, d/s dynamics, dubious consent (somnophilia that is not explicitly consented to beforehand), light spit kink? (mostly talk of drooling and licking it up), reader is referred to as possessing a “pussy,” "cunt," “clit,” “tits,” and “breasts”

credits: the idea for this scenario was given by this anon! thank you so much for the scenario idea!

it’s a hot day, to say the least. the kind of heat that hangs in the air, heavy and humid, wrapping everyone in its midst in a summer haze, sweaty and drenched. it’s not a pleasant kind of summer heat, persay, but it is the kind that can lead to some pleasant results.

you decide to come by today, bored at home during this afternoon. by the time I reach the door, I’m already swallowing a lump in my throat at the sight of you. tight tank top, perched so low that I know that just a small tug down will leave your pretty tits exposed for me, if it weren’t for your bra. shorts on that keep riding up your ass, doing little for the imagination of the shape of your ass, looking so good as the material squeezes around it that all I want to do is grab a handful. you press a kiss to my lips and skip into the living room, immediately flopping onto the couch, chest rising up and down as you breathe heavily, complaining to me about the heat. I sit tentatively on the opposite seat, listening patiently and trying not to let my eyes follow how your chest moves up and down while you’re slouched.

you kick your legs up, going on your phone, and my eyes glance to your thighs. they’re so grabbable, just begging for my fingers to sink into and hold onto, so lovely and perfect in those tiny shorts. your legs rub together, and I can’t help but feel like I’m in complete reverence of how you look, fanning yourself and laying stretched out like the image of a painting, sweat sending you shimmering.

with a long groan, you shift up into a seated position, staring at me. I swallow a hard gulp, and when your eyes flicker to my throat, then raise back to me with a slight quirk of your mouth, I begin to grow nervous. “Are you comfortable with me undressing?”

I feel an incredulous laugh bubble out of me, trying to ignore the throb between my legs. “What do you mean?”

“It’s so hot,” you whine, aggressively fanning yourself. “I need to take off some clothes. Is that okay?”

I hesitate for a moment, my mouth flapping open and close, but then, I finally nod with a smile. “Sure, if you’ll be more comfortable.”

you get onto your feet and stretch up, tugging your tiny tank top off. I feel my cheeks burn as your stomach gets exposed, nearly moaning at how the tank top’s tightness sends your tits slightly bouncing as you slide it completely off your chest. you’re wearing a bra, of course, and it’s so pretty that I nearly want to tear it off with my teeth so I can get my mouth all over you. you toss the flimsy piece of fabric onto the couch, and I swallow hard as you stretch your arms out, chest pushing forward and accentuating their pretty shape. when you catch my eyes flicking between you and my lap, you giggle, turning around and slowly tugging your shorts down, swaying your ass from side to side with some soft moans as you push the article of clothing down. with each inch of your ass that gets exposed with each sway from side to side, I find my thighs squeezing together. underneath those shorts, you’re wearing panties to match your bra, lace trimming the edges and barely covering any of the skin I so badly want to sink my teeth into. you peak at me over your shoulder, laughing lightly at my astonishment as you continue wiggling your butt even after kicking the shorts off your ankle.

“Awe, c’mon, don’t I look cute?” you tease, twirling around, clad in nothing but your matching bra and panties, lace curling over the edges and nipples poking through, so tempting for me to get my mouth on. “Ugh, you’ve made such a mess here. Let me clean up.”

“No, no,” I protest, on my way to get up, but you stop right in front of me, pressing your palms to my shoulders, softly pushing me back into my seat.

you stretch towards me, bracing a hand on either side of the couch I’m seated on, cleavage wavering entirely too close to my chin as you lock eyes with me. I feel my breath hitch when your eyes flick down to my lips, your tongue sweeping across yours and leaving them shining and wet. an itching urge runs through me to sink my teeth into your pretty bottom lip. but, you don’t seem to sense it, a coy smile curling on your face. “Why don’t you be good for me and let me help you?”

you stalk around my living room, picking up the duster. you bend down, your behind sticking up in my direction as you clean the dust skimming the bottom of a nightstand. your ass is begging for hickies and spank marks, tiny lace panties riding up and curving into your pretty cheeks. you bring yourself onto all fours, and lower yourself to dust away under the nightstand, spreading your legs out in the process, so I see just how obvious your pussy lips are from around your flimsy panties, so tempting to suck on. you stand up, turning in my direction, and I realize that the hand around the duster is tight, almost as though you were nervous in the midst of your actions. I realize with a start that you are not genuinely trying to clean up, the sentiment only heightened when you timidly watched me, thighs rubbing together. my mouth nearly watered, ready to spread those pretty legs and watch just how soaked you can get those panties.

“Can I take a nap next to you?” you suddenly blurt, and I blink in surprise, not knowing what to do other than nod. you lay on the other end of the couch, cuddling your head into the plush pillow resting on the arm, your legs rubbing together and spread out in my direction. I force myself to stare at my phone, yet I can feel your eyes on me. “How do you like the set I’m wearing? I just got it a week ago.”

I glance at you before focusing my eyes back on my worthless little screen. “It’s nice.”

“You won’t take a good look at it?” your foot, clad in a pretty white sock, pokes at my thigh. I inhale a sharp breath and fully take in your body, my gaze slowly roving along your face to your chest to your stomach. when it lands on your thighs, your legs shift open, only a little bit at first, before spreading wide. and there, I see that your panties have a wet spot in the centre, dark and more than obvious. your fingertips skim the edge of the panties, and for a single moment, you rub the area where I know your clit is. I nearly choke on a gasp, but before I can say anything, you whimper. “I want to nap, but I'm so, so wet. If only I could be taken care of when I sleep. I haven’t come in days,” you whine, pouting at me, letting your legs hang out further. when I say nothing, stunned to silence at what you’re insinuating, you giggle. “Lucky for me, it’s your couch I’m going to rest on. Maybe it’s you who can help me.”

I snorted. “You want me to be the one to take care of you when you’re asleep?”

you smile lazily, stretching your arms above your head as you shut your eyes. “Why else do you think I wore this?”

in a few minutes, I hear your breaths even out, your body lulled into the slow rise and lower of slumber. I am still nearly frozen at what you said to me, my cunt throbbing and clenching at the idea of finally taking care of that wet pussy, soaked and pulsing under your panties. you’re curled into the cushion, legs still sprawled out, wetness peeking from in between your thighs. if only you could be taken care of… I skim my fingertips along the top of your thigh, smiling slightly when I watch goosebumps rise against your skin. I curl my fingers into your inner thighs, palm rubbing in and massaging. a soft moan breaks through your even breaths, when my fingertips press into the wet spot I just saw, and I hiss a breath at just how soaked that piece of fabric is. I take my thumb and press it into your pussy, rubbing that wet spot in small circles before running it up, stopping when I hear another whimper. it’s your clit. I add more pressure, my thumb further rubbing into that sweet spot, slow circles and soft movements up and down that leave your hips sleepily twitching.

I get on my knees and lean above you, bracing one arm along the side of your head, so that I could lean down and press soft, wet kisses along your cheek as my thumb begins flicking against your clit through the fabric. I hear how your heavy breaths begin to break with quiet whimpers. I lick a long stripe along your neck, pulling back to blow a cold puff of air along the wet streak, delighting in how you shiver underneath me, eyes fluttering, though still remaining closed. with a smile at your cute face, I start moving down, pausing at your chest to leave a long, slow suck on each of your nipples. another muffled, light moan flows from your lips, as I flatten my tongue and lick at each hard bud from over the fabric, leaving a wet spot on each cup.

with some kisses down your stomach, I’m on my knees on the floor, my hands gently coaxing your thighs apart once again, pressing tender kisses along your inner thighs. I stick my tongue out and drag it along your cunt, all the way from bottom to top, pressing in particularly hard when I know I’ve reached your clit. I flick the tip up before diving back in and roving it side to side as I feel more of your wetness seeping through and spreading across your panties. your legs are wide open, your heavy breaths accompanied by sleepy, quiet moans, your face the very picture of pleasure.

I tug your panties down as gently as I can, biting my lip nervously, fingers careful to cause minimal disruption to your drowsy state. I finally peel them off, the fabric thick with wetness. I spread your thighs out again, gently wrapped my arms around them to keep them open. I press the flat of my tongue against your clit, keeping it there, firm and still. your hips twitch in your sleep, automatically, without realization, in reaction to the pressure on your swollen bud. I pull back and slowly roll the tip of my tongue along your clit, getting it more and more stiff. I lean in, nose pressed against the mound of your pussy, wrapping my lips around your clit and gently tugging it in, only giving shallow, light sucks. I stare up at your face, watching how it contorts in your sleep, steady breathing growing heavier, louder. I begin to bob my head gently, pressing my face deeper to make my sucks harder and harder. your breathing grows louder, losing the rhythm of sleep.

when I deliver a harsh suck, I feel your thighs jolt around my head, and a moment after, your hands curl into my hair, a loud moan erupting from you. I look up to find you staring down at me, eyes hazy and bleary, mouth agape, as your legs shake around me.

“Awake, are you?” I mumble against your wet cunt, laughing lightly when you glare at me.

you tug again on my hair, pulling me up and pressing your mouth to mine, arms clutching my shoulders and tongue immediately lapping at my own. we stay pressed chest to chest for a few minutes, our kisses soft and long, our tongues stroking one another as your chest still rises heavily. I raise my hands up, groping at your breasts and pinching your nipples just to feel you yelp then moan into my mouth once I soothe them with gentle rubs.

you unhook the bra, tossing it to the side, placing your hands over mine and encouraging me to squeeze your tits. I play with them, feeling how they shake in my hands, flicking my thumbs along your pretty nipples until you’re gasping against my mouth, “God, I knew I’d be able to get to you.” your voice is filled with cocky triumph.

I scoff and immediately pull back, seating myself on the couch and dragging you into my lap, nearly laughing at how you immediately begin dry humping my bulge, riding it so desperately, just aching for friction. when you catch me sitting there, entirely still underneath you, you pout and begin tugging on your nipples playfully, giggling at how my eyes darken at the sight. you slip my cock out from under my sweats, rubbing the head against your hole playfully as you begin grinding your hips down, whimpering from the only slight satisfaction. “You won’t fuck me properly, baby? C’mon, just– ah!”

your words break into a gasp as I lift my hips up, slipping my cock into you, teeth gritting as your pussy tightens and squeezes around it, practically sucking it in as deep as possible. you moan brokenly, nails digging into my shoulders as your hips shift, adjusting to the stretch. you take in a shaky breath, nostrils flaring, eyes fluttering. “Okay, baby, I don’t have all day – fuck.”

I begin immediately rutting into you, thrusting my cock hard and fast to the point of you falling into me, bare breasts pressed against my t-shirt as my cock shoves in and out of you, pushing deep inside and leaving you whining in protest when it slips out for any longer than a few seconds. when you’re incapable of releasing anything but moans and whimpers, I land a gentle smack to your ass cheek, teeth latching onto your earlobe. “Sorry, cutie, what were you saying?”

“I–I was saying that I didn’t have all day,” you stutter.

“Oh?” I chuckle, slowing my thrusts until they’re long, steady rocks into your pussy. you whine at the change of pace, clawing at my shoulders for more. “So, it probably wouldn’t work well if I took my time like this, huh?”

you latch your lips onto my own, your soft begs and whimpers sliding into my mouth as our kisses move gently and lovingly, wet noises stretching from your pussy as I slide my cock in and out languidly. “Please, please go faster,” you murmur along my lips, voice raised in pitch from how needy you are. “I’m sorry I’ve been such a tease.”

“It’s good you’re sorry, sweetheart, since otherwise, I don’t know if you deserve to bounce fast and hard on my dick.”

you tug on my hair, your begs growing louder, with your tongue licking at my lips and hanging out so desperately. “I’ll be good, I promise, I promise, just go faster – ah, thank you.”

I immediately start snapping my hips up, my thighs smacking against your ass as I set out at a hard, fast pace, gripping you tight in my arms, our chests flush, our lips pressed together in a meeting of gasps, moans and groans. I gently spank your ass again, just to hear your pretty moans in my mouth from the impact. I know the tip of my cock is hitting that sweet spot, judging from how your noises are getting louder and louder, and I bury my face into your neck, biting and sucking, hands tight around your tits as I pinch and tug on your nipples so that you’re left squirming in sensitivity from all the mixed sensations trilling through your body – the fullness of my cock, to your needy nipples being played with, to how I press kisses against your throat.

“You’re such a tease,” I growl into your ear. “You probably came over today because you just knew the heat gave you an excuse just to tease me for a whole hour.”

“Don’t act as though you didn’t love every second,” you breathlessly giggle, your words ending with a loud whimper when my hips push into you especially deep, my dick pressed right into your g-spot and sending you shaking in my arms with your imminent orgasm.

nails digging into my back, the sting an indicator of the marks I’ll wake up to, my face buried in your neck, soft, loving kisses wetly being pressed by my mouth, your noises grow louder and louder. I smack my palm against your ass, groaning from how I feel it move under my fingers, a choked out whimper the result of the impact. I snap my hips up, skin slapping against skin, sweat dripping down your neck and tits, sticky against my shirt as I hold you close. with a harsh suck to your neck, my thumb escapes to your clit, rubbing hard and fast. you toss your head back, mouth dropping open as moans tumble from your beautiful lips.

“C’mon, just put all that teasing to rest and come for me,” I whisper with a nip to your jaw.

your ass smacks on my thighs one, two, three more times, soaked pussy making such loud noises as I thrust into you, my cock dripping with your juices, and finally, you come. you clench hard onto my cock, tensing and squeezing, too overwhelmed to move as I continue pounding into you, your fluttering hole encouraging me to come inside you. my come releases into you, sticky and wet, a squeak slipping past your lips when you feel the streams of it burst into you. shaking in my arms, drool dribbles down your chin as you let out small, low noises, heavy and deep, matching the way your pussy pulses around my thick cock. I lap at the spit dribbling down your chin, my orgasm even more intense with the sight of you completely debauched and thoroughly fucked – wetness smearing your thighs, sweat shining along your tits and chest, lips gleaming with spit.

I soothingly rub your ass, pressing gentle kisses to your jaw while you breathe heavily, gasping from our exertion. after a few moments, you slip off my cock, gripping my shoulders to raise yourself to a standing position. Immediately, my come drips out of you, thick and wet, hanging off the folds of your pretty, pussy, droplets of it running down your inner thighs.

you sit back down to where you fell asleep, spreading your legs out, arms tossed behind your head lethargically with a mischievous smile. “Should I take another nap to get you started?”

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