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Chapter 6

Fever’s fingers tightened over Jolt’s throat, the smooth hands like a silk noose.  Jolt wheezed a final breath, and strained against the ropes that kept him splayed out in the tray of inch-deep water.  If not for that, he could have used his powers to jolt each aggressor off him with a zap of electricity.

His eyes began to bulge.  His mind raced. Seduction was a master villain, but he had an agenda. Why would he bring Jolt back here only to kill him off so quickly?

Out of sight, Bounce fastened the pace of his tight strokes on Jolt’s erect penis.  Jolt’s mouth opened wide in a grimace that almost mimicked the open-mouthed smile of Fever as he bent over to press his lips on Jolt's.

The trapped hero's face was changing shades, and then his cock exploded, shooting its warm bleached liquid high in the air.  His body convulsed in surprisingly violent spasms, and through the ringing in his ears, Jolt could hear Bounce laughing excitedly.

Fever released the strangle hold and kiss, and air tore into Jolt’s lungs, burning with the sheer speed it entered.  The final orgasm pulsed through him, slamming into the rush of air, causing him to shudder and gargle as though facing the death tremors.

He lay their panting, bulging eyes slowly returning to their sockets. His mighty chest heaved and Bounce stepped back in sight, clapping his hands and grinning ear to ear.

“That was awesome!” he chuckled. “You almost shot me in the eye!”  The mention of it sent him into peels of laughter. And then Seduction came back into view; his shadow falling over Jolt like the Grim Reaper himself.

“You did well,” Seduction said to Bounce, without taking his gaze from Jolt. “You will have your reward.”  He leaned closer, speaking now to Jolt. “As for you, my friend, I can see the confusion in your eyes. Something so pleasurable, yet filled with fear?”  He toyed with Jolt’s nipple, still sensitive to the touch.  “That’s the life I promise you.  Tell me you don’t want it.”

“Go to Hell,” Jolt snapped.

Seduction laughed.  “Only with you by my side,” he said.  He clicked his fingers and Jolt felt his ankles get untied.  Seduction moved to the end of the tray and climbed in, lifting Jolt’s legs to make room for him to kneel inside the shallow enclosure.

Jolt immediately thrust up, locking his legs around Seduction’s head.

“That’s it!” Seduction crooned, pressing his broad chest into the back of Jolt’s legs.  “Clear the way and let me inside you!”  He slapped Jolt’s butt cheeks, making no attempt to remove himself from the leg lock.  Nor did he seem bothered by it, even as Jolt tried twisting at the hips to force Seduction away.

“You have the power of electricity,” Seduction grinned, keeping his ground. “Any other power is mine.”

His long fingers clasped Jolt’s arse and spread the cheeks wide.  Jolt could feel Seduction’s throbbing penis dancing against him.  He clenched, but Seduction had already entered him with two fingers that tickled his anus in search of the prostate.

Jolt’s legs dropped from around Seduction’s neck.  He bent his knees and lifted his hips, but the move just made it easier for Seduction to dig deeper.  Jolt gave a little cry as Seduction’s fingers found his g-spot, brushing over the soft walnut in a slow downward stroke.  He found himself tense up, then the muscles relaxed with a slight shiver that left goose bumps all over.

Seduction’s free hand hooked under Jolt’s leg and raised it.  He removed his probing fingers and lifted Jolt’s other leg; his throbbing, magical manhood finding its way into Jolt’s hole with a life of it’s own.  Seduction’s back straightened; the powerful, chocolate chest pressing between Jolt’s dangling legs.  His biceps flexed under the weight of holding them up.

Jolt lay there, mouth open, filling his lungs with deep, gasping breaths.  He didn’t struggle. He couldn’t.  Not now that Seduction’s penetrating pupils had morphed into a swirling vortex of darkness that sucked any fight from him.

The battle had been lost.  Even now, before Seduction’s semen had entered his body and taken hold of him, Jolt was already under his power; another pawn in Seduction’s growing army of victory.

Chapter 5

Jackhammer grunted as the fist connected with his stomach. He doubled over, exposing himself to another fist in the face. He flew back through the air, crashing onto the bonnet of an aged Toyota. He was insulted. He would have preferred a Mercedes.

Shaking his head clear, Jackhammer sprung to his feet just as Crunch flew at him, tackling him back down again. The shattered windscreen collapsed inward under the force of their body weight. Jackhammer grunted while Crunch raised himself and landed another punch to Jackhammer’s face.

Jackhammer saw stars. He wasn’t used to that. Crunch had appeared a few months ago, robbing a bank by ripping the vault door off its hinges. It was the first time Jack had met another who could match his own superior strength. Crunch, it appeared, had the same fighting power, but with the added advantage of being streetwise brawler.

Until now, Crunch had escaped any major conflict by fleeing the scene of his crimes as soon as Jackhammer arrived. One punch from Jack on their first meeting had warned Crunch that he had a nemesis and, since then, he’d managed to vanish before any real fight had ensued. They’d been playing cat-and-mouse since then, and Jackhammer had expected this time to be the same. But instead, Crunch took the offensive, taking him completely by surprise.

The two muscled behemoths had all but destroyed the street, colliding with brick walls, toppling street lampsm and crushing park cars. Even the bitumen was cracked after Jackhammer had slam-dunked Crunch into the road.

That advantage had been short lived though. Now the ripped torso of Crunch was bearing down on Jackhammer, forcing him through the broken windscreen onto the front seat of the car. Lucky it was automatic! Crunch dropped down on top of him and raised another fist.

Jackhammer punched up, loving the cracking sound of his fist hitting Crunch’s chin. The motherfucker flew off him sideways, hitting the back of the seat but Jack was still underneath. He punched up again and this time kicked up as well. The power of the blows sent him spinning upwards in the limited space. He bounced off the roof of the car, fell over the top of the passenger seat, and hit the floor in the back just as the interior light switched on by its own accord.

The raised centre of the car floor cracked against Crunch’s lower back. He snarled with pain. Jackhammer leaped over the front seat and landed on top of him with a vicious knee to the stomach. Jackhammer’s fist landed in Crunch’s face before his foe reached up and incidentally grabbed his Jack's pec.

Instead of pushing Jack off, Crunch realised where his palm had landed and squeezed hard. Jackhammer cried out and Crunch reached his other hand up to squeeze Jack’s other pec.

Jackhammer grabbed at Crunch’s wrists but his full body weight was bearing down on his foe, leaving him pressed into the painful hold. He tried desperately to release the agonising clutch but couldn’t.

Then Crunch suddenly released it for him. Jackhammer fell on top of him, and Crunch quickly tangled his feet around Jack’s ankles. He lifted his legs upward and at the same time grabbed Jackhammer’s wrists and pushed his arms upwards too. Jackhammer's arms and legs splayed out in a hold that left him hanging above his nemesis like a hammock. Every finely sculpted muscle tensed and strained in a demonstration of might that did him no good. He felt like he would snap in half.

Crunch managed a smile, looking up at the man he’d spent the last few months fleeing from. The agony that wracked Jack’s face told him that it had been wasted effort. He was in control. He had nothing to fear. His own power was stronger than this hero’s. He could rule the world, and no one could stop him.

Chapter Four

Jolt woke with a start, his entire body aching from the electric shock he’d suffered.  He was tied to the four corners of a shallow tray that kept him in an inch of tepid water.  He struggled against the ropes that lashed his wrists and ankles, attracting the attention of his captors with the splashing.

“Welcome back,” Bounce grinned, bounding over to Jolt’s side.  “The boss is a bit busy right now, but I’m sure he’ll be with you soon.”

He pointed across the room and Jolt’s eyes followed.  Fever was lashed front-first to a 6ft block of solid ice, his arms wrapped around the rectangular sculpture as though hugging it.  His face was turned towards Jolt’s, distress and fear evident in his eyes.

Behind him, Seduction pressed against Fever’s back in slow rhythmic thrusts that stemmed from the villain’s naked groin.  Seduction’s fingers wrapped around Fever’s torso, squeezing in between the flesh and the ice to dance amongst Fever’s chest hair.

Jolt could see Fever trying to melt the ice with his heated hands, but with so much of his body pressed into it, Fever was having a hard time generating enough heat to escape.  God knows how long he’d been lashed to it, cooling his body temperature before he’d come to his senses enough to try using his power.

Seduction had entered Fever from behind, thrusting his unseen tool deep into his prey.  Any moment now, he would climax inside and the viral semen would put Fever under his captor’s control.

Their breathing was heavy and the surprising gentleness of Seduction’s erotic gyrations would have turned Jolt on in better circumstances.

As if sensing this, Bounce stood over Jolt’s shoulder and began massaging the prisoner’s chest, ensuring he didn’t obstruct the view.  He toyed with Jolt’s nipples and stretched down to fondle the hair that snaked up the navel.

Jolt struggled against his bonds again, looking up at the pretty boy’s face hovering above him.

“What are you doing, Bounce?” he growled. “You’re out of your league!”  But even as he said it, he knew Bounce had been the first to fall under Seduction’s control.

Bounce grinned, an elastic arm stretching down to Jolt’s groin, and it was then that Jolt realized he’d been stripped naked too.  His back arched as rubber-like fingers encircled his cock like a well-fitted condom. All Jolt could see now was the smooth, supple torso of his tormentor; pink nipples hard and erect, only millimeters from his lips.

He groaned softly and he arched again as the fingers began stroking in a steady rhythm that matched Seduction’s conquest.  Jolt turned away from the circular pink temptations above him and looked back at his hapless assistant.  Fever’s mouth was open wide in a silent gasp.  Seduction’s hands had snaked up Fever’s chest to hold him unnecessarily in a full nelson.

Sweat trickled down Seduction’s back. He pressed his cheek against the back of Fever’s head, eyes closed as his thrusting became more urgent.  He nibbled on Fever’s earlobe and suddenly convulsed with a gargled moan.  His knees buckled slightly and his grip tightened on Fever as he exploded inside his captive.  Fever gave a little cry, shuddering too before his body relaxed and he slumped against the ice.

Jolt also uttered a cry, as the dismay of his friend’s plight coalesced with the building tension in his own cock.  Bounce was tugging hard now; harder and faster, his torso stretched down then length of Jolt’s so that his moist lips taunted the tip of Jolt’s dick with each downward stoke.  His stomach pressed down on Jolt’s cheek, forcing the hero to face Fever’s demise.

Seduction had stepped back from Fever now and was untying his latest convert.  He took Fever’s hand and led him over to Jolt’s side.  Bounce moved to the opposite side of the water-logged tray, careful not to break the pulse of his handiwork below.

Jolt closed his eyes tight to avoid Seduction’s gaze.

“Don’t worry,” Seduction laughed, running a finger up Jolt’s torso. “I don’t need to mesmerize you. You’re already my prisoner.  But you will be my slave.”

“Never!” Jolt gasped, close to orgasm.  He opened his eyes and clenched every aching muscle in a vain attempt to prevent himself from cumming.

“Then die,” Seduction said, and stepped aside.  Fever stepped in; a once-trusty sidekick and friend.  And with a calm and unflinching face, Fever grabbed Jolt around the throat and squeezed.

Chapter Three

On the floor below, Jolt tore through the building as fast and quietly as he could, looking for any sign of Fever and Bounce.

It was so unlike Bounce to be this upfront. The kid was harmless, so far as foes went, but his trouble-making could always lead to an unexpected accident.  Fever was far too inexperienced to think ahead. He still reacted to the here and now too much, and that meant even Bounce could accidentally do him harm.

The silence of the empty school hallways was making Jolt worry.  He should be hearing Bounce laugh, or the distant running of feet… or something!  But instead there was silence.

The doors on this floor all seemed locked, so he hit the stairs three at a time.  His years as a child soldier back home in Israel had taught him from an early age to think quick, maintain his fitness and fight hard when needed, so the stairs weren’t an issue, even after all that running.

When Jolt’s powers had surfaced during puberty, he took those lessons and fled to a better life in the west… only to learn that western cultures were just as cruel to each other. The only difference was they weren’t as overt about it.  As that sad realization dawned on him, he committed himself to use his strengths to better the world, not for one nation or belief, but for everyone. World Citizens. One step at a time.

Jolt paused at the top of the stairs and listened. Nothing.  He eased forward and then suddenly, a snort, like a muffled laugh, from somewhere up ahead.

Jolt rushed forward with stealth, bracing himself against the wall as he reached the corner.  He craned his neck to listen. A moment later, he heard the sound again: quiet laughter.  Cautiously, he peered around the corner. At first, he saw nothing in the dim light of the unlit corridor, and then his heart skipped a beat as his focus found its mark.

At the far end of the corridor, Bounce crouched, hugging the leg of a figure Jolt couldn’t immediately identify. In a trick of the light, the black skin of the stranger seemed to shimmer, as though covered in oil.  The stranger stood in the center of the walkway, facing Jolt’s direction, as though expecting him.

More surprising than that, Jolt saw Fever to one side of them, pressed unmoving against the wall, arms up by his ears as though nailed to the wall.

Jolt stepped into the corridor. He faced the stranger like a scene from a gun-slinging showdown, and it was then that he recognized the man.

“Seduction!” he gasped and involuntarily reeled back a step.  One of the world’s most dangerous villains was standing before him. The last he'd heard, Seduction had barely been stopped from seizing control of New Zealand’s government and turning the entire country into an orgy of slaves.

“Another one for the harem,” Seduction laughed, his powerful voice booming down the corridor.  Bounce echoed the laugh, bobbing up and down in excitement.

Jolt stepped forward, fists clenching as he felt the tingle of electricity entering his fingertips.  He let the power build up slowly, rising with each step. He needed to get close enough to Seduction to make physical contact. One jolt of electricity from his fingertips and Seduction would be out for the count.

He was too far back to be caught by Seduction’s hypnotic eyes, but he didn’t know how far reaching that deadly gaze would be.  He kept his own eyes focussed on the villain’s chest to be safe, admiring the rippled stomach and towering torso that could make any man swoon.

Seduction stood his ground, allowing Jolt to come to him.

It has to be a trap! Jolt thought, but as his eyes scanned the empty corridor, he could see no trip wire or sensor or other deadly contraption. Both Seduction and Bounce were showing too much skin to be hiding a weapon, and there hadn’t been enough time for the super villain to have taken control of Fever's mind yet.

Jolt edged forward. Perhaps Seduction didn’t know of his powers and was hoping to grapple Jolt down and force him to stare into those eyes.

Bounce snorted, and covered his mouth to hold back a burst of gleeful laughter.

Jolt was only a few metres away from them now. He dared to raise his eyes slightly, just in time to see a smirk slide over Seduction's lips.

“Now,” the villain said with unnerving calm.

Bounce squealed with delight. For a moment, his entire body seemed to wobble as he transformed to rubber and bounced himself across the hall to slam into the wall beside Fever.

An instant later, the high pitched bell of the fire alarm screamed through the air.  The fire sprinklers burst to life, and water plummeted down on Jolt, connecting with the electricity that had been building up through his arms. His eyes widened and his mouth opened in a gargled scream as his body convulsed violently and the power surge threw him into the wall. His body stiffened and shook like an Earth tremor as the water turned his own power against him.

He slipped in the water and lost his footing, crashing to the ground where he lay in spasms until the energy subsided.

Seduction came forward and looked down on the fallen hero.  His eyes ran lasciviously over Jolt’s toned, masculine chest and he 'harrumphed!' with satisfaction before lifting the unconscious figure into a fireman’s hold.

“Bring him,” Seduction ordered Bounce, nodding towards Fever.  “This is where the fun begins.”

Chapter Two

“Now listen up,” Jolt instructed Fever as they turned the corner to face the havoc in the playground.  Car sirens wailed, crowds huddled and broken glass lined the road where a few vehicles had collided.

“Bounce is a prankster. He’s a kid that just likes to have fun.  He can be hard to catch, but if you do, turn on the heat.  If he’s in his rubber state, he’ll start melting, so while you’ve got hold of him, a little warmth will be all you need to keep him under control.”

“Got it,” Fever grinned, and looked down at his palms as they began to glow red. Even at low heat, he could feel the warmth reaching his face.

“Not too hot!” Jolt warned. “You don’t want to hurt him; just subdue him.”

Fever nodded and switched off his internal thermometer.

“I’ll slip in from behind, if you distract him from the front,” Fever said. He liked being given the reigns.  Jolt nodded and ran forward, leaving Fever to slip behind the crowd to come up from the rear.

A shadow passed by overhead and Fever looked up in time to see Bounce summersault high in the air, laughing gleefully.  In the distance, he heard Jolt’s voice booming out an order for Bounce to cease and desist.  The response was more laughter and the honk of another car alarm being set off.

Fever reached the far side of the crowd and slipped into the open in time to see Jolt lunge at their quarry.

“Missed me!” Bounce laughed and sprung into the air, twisting around to land just a few feet in front of Fever. “And as if I didn’t see you sneaking around the back,” he admonished jokingly with a wag of his finger.

The youthfulness of Bounce took Fever by surprised. He barely looked out of his teens, with beautiful locks of blond hair riding on a body of silky smooth skin.  His model looks took Fever’s breath away but that moment’s hesitation was all Bounce needed.

“Ta ta!” Bounce waved and shot high over Fever, hitting the ground at a run.

Fever took chase, losing ground against the agility of Bounce has he sprung over the high fence separating the playground from the empty school yard.  By the time Fever had climbed over it the hard way, Bounce was already disappearing around the nearest building.  Behind him, Jolt was also running, but too far back to matter.

Fever practically skidded around the corner of the school block, just in time to see a distant door close.  Great! he thought, he’s gone inside. Too many places to hide!

He charged across the courtyard and into the building, we’re he glimpsed Bounce vanishing around the corner at the far end of the corridor.  He followed through the maze, each time just glimpsing the vanishing youth before he disappeared from sight. Up stairs, down stairs, around another bend… the chase continued, until the final corner sealed the result.

Fever braced his hand against the wall for balance as he took the corner but as he came around, the dark figure of a man caught his other wrist, using Fever’s momentum to spin him 360 and slam him back into the wall.

Fever grunted, the wind knocked from him as the man pinned his hands against the wall by his ears and pressed his dark, muscular torso against Fever’s to sandwich him against the wall.  Fever’s chest heaved for breath and over the stranger’s shoulder, he saw Bounce crouched low, panting hard, but grinning at Fever’s predicament.

The stranger’s eyes seemed to twirl like a vortex as he whispered “Look into my eyes” in a smooth, deep voice. Fever couldn't help but stare into them and found himself unable to look away. His mind clouded over and his body locked up.  He couldn't move!

The man smiled and slowly pulled back. For amusement, he bent forward and licked Fever's exposed torso, from stomach to neck.  He chuckled and stepped back beside Bounce, leaving Fever frozen in position against the wall.

The Paragons!

Welcome to The Paragons, a gay superhero series, written strictly for adults!

Enjoy the ongoing adventures of our heroes as they face their most dangerous foe!

Don't forget to leave an  email grapple at myway dot com with your thoughts. I'd love to hear from you.

Chapter One

Jolt wiped the sweat from his chest and threw the towel in the laundry shoot.  One day he’d get around to finding out who did their cleaning!

He peeled off his shorts and hit the shower.  Long ago, he’d given up the lycra costumes to fight crime almost au naturale.

The benefits were immediate; so much so that rest of the Legion, and even some of their foes had taken to doing the same:

* Faster to get changed
    * Cheaper than replacing wrecked costumes each week
    * No restrictions of movement
    * It looked hot!

That last one was a joke, but behind the chuckle, it was also true. Heroes were the paragons of society and their good looks encouraged the ordinary people to model themselves on the virtues they extolled.  Ergo, if you've got it, flaunt it!  Besides, Jolt loved the feel of the breeze combing through his ample chest hair as he charged across town to the rescue.

Fever joined Jolt in the shower block and they shared the same stream of warm water.  Without a word, Fever took the soap and began washing Jolt’s back.  He was a faithful sidekick, even at times like this when he needed the soap far more than Jolt did.

The mud formed a landslide down Fever’s taut body as the water washed away the evidence of his embarrassing fall in the dirt.  It had been a dirty fight anyway, with Quicksand turning the ground beneath them into sludge. But Jolt had faced that foe many times and knew what to expect, leaping forward and tasering the villain with his electric touch before the ground began to soften beneath the nearby skyscrapers.  Fever however, was caught off-guard and toppled into the growing quagmire before he knew what was happening.

Ah, to be so innocent again, Jolt thought, remembering his early days fighting crime.  In this business, you learned the hard way, and you never made the same mistake twice.

Jolt turned into Fever and took the soap from him, gliding it gently over his ward’s chest.

“They say a mud bath is good for the skin,” Jolt teased.

Fever backhanded him across the arm, and the soap dropped to the tiled floor.  Jolt smiled as they both eyed the soap then each other.  Fever sighed and slowly sunk to his knees before his mentor.

He opened his mouth but was cut short by the sudden burst of the alarm.  Instantly, the duo were out of the shower, drying themselves off as they raced to the control room.  The printers were already spewing out details of the crisis while the wall of monitors showed the worried face of the Chief of Police over the one-way video link. His plea for help was full of urgency and frustration.

Like a well oiled machine, the duo split. Jolt tore open the lockers to grab fresh shorts for both of them, tossing one pair to Fever, who caught it without looking up.  His other hand had already sent a response to the Chief, letting them know they were on the case.  On the monitors, a suburban street was now on show, with crashed cars and frightened people littering the street and nearby playground.

“It’s Bounce,” Fever read off the missive. “Up to his usual tricks.  No one hurt except for a bit of whiplash, but lots of property damage.”

Jolt growled. “Bounce?!  Haven’t seen him for a while.  What’s he been up to? It’s not like him to be this overt.  Come on… you can take this one. He’s a harmless prankster, more annoying than anything. It’ll be good practice for you.”

And with bodies still glistening from their recent shower, the fighting duo charged to the scene.  On the monitor’s behind them, a large, circular shadow burst into view, slamming into the camera and killing all transmission.

Can generate electricity

Has heat on his side

Can create powerful tremors

The ultimate fighting machine

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He went to school dressed up as a girl for Halloween. But it wasn't students who made fun of him – it was parents.

Mom talks about incident on 'Today'

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Jump in the Mystery Machine, boys and girls, because one mom is trying to figure out why her son's Halloween costume – Daphne from "Scooby-Doo" -- caused such a national uproar.

The Kansas City-area mom identified as "Sarah" says her 5-year-old son loves Scooby-Doo and initially wanted to dress as Daphne, but reconsidered because he was afraid people would laugh at him. Sarah says she assured him no one would make fun of him, but writes that she was taken aback when mothers at his Christian preschool posed "noisy, probing questions" about his costume, KBMC.com reports.

In fact, she says it wasn't her son's classmates who had a problem with the costume. "No child said a word to him that day in any sort of negative capacity," Sarah says on the "Today" show. She says that most parents were supportive, but when a few mothers criticized her, "I just sort of played it off. I didn't want to cause a big scene," she tells "Today," adding, "I didn't want to make a mistake in front of my son by reacting in a negative way."

Sarah says one mother told her that children are mean and she had opened her son up for ridicule. She writes, "My response to that: The only people that seem to have a problem with it is their mothers."

The negative reaction to her son's costume prompted Sarah to write about the incident on her Nerdy Apple Bottom blog.

"If you think that me allowing my son to be a female character for Halloween is somehow going to 'make' him gay then you are an idiot," she writes on her blog, adding, "If my daughter had dressed as Batman, no one would have thought twice about it. No one."

She writes that these mothers are guilty of bullying. "IT IS NOT OK TO BULLY," she writes on her blog. "Even if you wrap it up in a bow and call it 'concern.' Those women were trying to bully me. And my son. MY son."

Sarah, who writes that it was "heartbreaking" that her son was right to be worried about what people would say, adds, "My job as his mother is not to stifle that man that he will be, but to help him along his way. Mine is not to dictate what is 'normal' and what is not, but to help him become a good person."

Edoardo Mendez

Buck Branson

Published: Nov. 7, 2010 at 10:27 AM

BARCELONA, Spain, Nov. 7 (UPI) – Pope Benedict XVI, in Spain for the second time, was greeted by 200 gay couples who kissed to protest the Catholic Church's rejection of same-sex marriage.

Following the pope's consecration of the Sagrada Familia church in Barcelona Sunday, the gay couples went outside and kissed in protest of church policies, Radio France Internationale reported. More than 6,000 people attended the consecration.

About 20,000 people celebrated same-sex marriages in the past five years in Spain, where it is easier to get an abortion and end a marriage.

The pope also spoke out against abortion.

"For this reason the church resists every form of denial of human life and gives its support to everything that would promote the natural order in the sphere of the institution of the family," Benedict said.
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