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CAUTION: This story is not politically correct. It includes the humiliation and degradation of willing and maybe not so willing black women. The "n" word is used liberally.
by Neal
It had been several days since her boyfriend's visit, so Myrna and Dylan were eager to get back to her apartment after school. She'd been wondering if his new found confidence in taking charge of her would continue. Now, as she opened the front door to let them both in, she was going to find out.
Myrna closed the door and she and Dylan were alone at last. She started walking back to her bedroom, expecting him to follow her. Instead, the white boy went to the living room and sat down on the couch.
"Let's stay out here," he said. "Get over here an' take your clothes off."
"My mom's gonna be home soon!" she protested. "She'll walk in on us!"
"So? What's wrong with that?" asked Dylan. "We already did stuff with her."
"That was different...," Myrna started to explain. "I talked to her about that before we... did it, you know? This time..., well..., she won't be expectin' it."
"I still don't get it. Are you sayin' that was just a one time thing? I thought she meant any time."
"She did... It's jus' that havin' her see me... us... like that... It's embarrassing."
"So you won't do it?"
Myrna was conflicted. Having her mother walk in on her and her boyfriend fooling around right there in the living room would be mortifying for the black teenager even though Gloria had taken part in the recent past. On the other hand, she knew that if she refused to obey Dylan this time, it would go against everything she'd told him and undermine the white boy's confidence just as he was becoming comfortable taking charge. She knew which was more important to her.
"I didn't say that," said Myrna. "I was... jus' sayin' it was embarrassin'... That's all."
Dylan's face still showed his disappointment at Myrna's hesitation. She regretted her hesitation even more once she thought more about how she'd feel being discovered in a compromising position by her mother. Yes, she'd be embarrassed; humiliated, even. She realized that wouldn't be so bad. In fact, thinking about it was getting her excited. How could she undo what she'd done?
Without further words, Myrna pulled her top up over her head and threw it on the easy chair. As she took off her bra, the colored girl was relieved to see Dylan's expression soften and his eyes go straight to her newly bared breasts. She smiled to herself as she pulled her jeans and panties off together and tossed them on the chair. Now naked, the negro teen sank to her knees and looked up into the white boy's face.
"I'm sorry, Dylan," she offered. "I shoulda done what you said right away..., sir..."
Dylan seemed to perk up at Myrna's apology and smiled down at her.
"You're doin' it now, so it's okay," he told her. "Get up here an' sit next to me."
Rising to her feet, Myra sat down on the couch next to Dylan. He reached over and fondled her tits as she sat passively, enjoying his touch. Leaning closer, he kissed the colored girl on the lips, again and again, as his hands squeezed and kneaded her bare breasts. Although he got a little rough with them as his excitement grew, the negro teen said nothing and continued kissing him.
When Myrna felt Dylan's hand go between her legs, she parted her thighs to give him access to her sex. His finger felt good on her pussy and she gasped when he brushed against her clit. She felt a little like an object just sitting there while the white boy explored her body. Her nakedness while he remained fully dressed made the dynamics of their new relationship clear. Something about it just felt right and natural.
"I want you to suck my cock," said Dylan.
"'kay," Myrna replied.
Dylan stood up as Myrna slid off the couch and onto her knees on the floor.
"Can I pull your jeans down?" she asked, looking up at him. "Please?"
"Go ahead," he allowed.
Her pussy buzzing now, Myrna unfastened Dylan's belt and the button on his jeans. She unzipped the fly and pulled his pants down to his knees. His dick was at attention and twitching slightly. The tip glistened with pre-cum. The black girl felt her pussy twitch, knowing that his excitement was because of her.
"Can I suck it now?" Myrna asked sweetly.
"Yeah," Dylan answered huskily.
Wrapping her hand around his dick, Myrna took the head of it into her mouth and started gently sucking on it. She tried to take in more of it, but started to choke.
"Sorry," she apologized, her eyes watering.
"It's okay," he told her.
Myrna knew that Dylan would be happy with whatever she could do, but she wanted to do better than just getting the head of his cock in her mouth. She tried to yawn the way her mother had shown her in order to take the white boy's dick into her throat. She managed to take some before she started gagging on it.
Backing off a little, Myrna started bobbing her head on Dylan's cock, moving her mouth up and down on it. She looked up at him to see him still looking down. It was a humiliating position to be in, kneeling with a cock in her mouth, but she was happy to do it.
Just then, Myrna heard a key in the front door lock. Seconds later, the door opened and her mother walked in. Gloria saw her teenaged daughter kneeling at Dylan's feet, slurping on his dick. Quickly, she closed the door.
"'scuse me, sir," Gloria apologized. "I'll jus' get to my room an' give you some privacy."
"No, don't go," said Dylan.
"Yes, sir," replied Gloria.
Myrna's face burned with embarrassment at having her mother see her this way. Still, she was pretty sure that Gloria appreciated what she was doing. She wondered what Dylan had in mind.
"Take your clothes off," Dylan ordered her.
"Yes, sir, boss," said Gloria.
As the white boy looked on intently, the older negress pulled her dress up and over her head. She quickly removed her bra and pulled off her panties. In less than half a minute the older negress was naked and standing there awaiting further instruction. Without being told, she lifted her arms and clasped her hands behind her head, presenting herself to him. Dylan's eyes roamed over Gloria's bare brown body while Myrna continued slurping on his dick.
"Is this how you want me, sir?" asked Gloria. "Can you see everythin' you wanna see?"
"I wanna see your pussy," Dylan answered, his eyes darting between Gloria's tits and crotch.
"I can git up in the chair fo' you so you can see 'tween my legs good, sir," she replied. "You want I should do that, boss?"
"Yeah," he told her.
Gloria sat down on the edge of the seat of the easy chair across from where Dylan stood. She leaned back and spread her legs wide, draping them over the arms of the chair. The older negress could feel her pussy lips part.
It was more than a little embarrassing for her to be giving this white high school boy an unobstructed view into her vagina while her young teenaged daughter slurped and sucked on his dick. However, Gloria believe that it was her and Myrna's place to do what Dylan wanted and she happy to see how much he was enjoying himself, humiliating as it was for her.
"Is that better?" asked Gloria. "Can you see my pussy good now, boss?"
"Yeah," gasped Dylan. "I can see it good..."
Gloria smiled knowing that the sight of her body was helping drive Dylan over the edge.
"Good," smiled Gloria. "You go on an' look all you want, sir. I'll stay like this 'til you're done."
Rather than reply, Dylan just kept staring at Gloria's obscenely splayed pussy. Myrna's head bobbed up and down on his dick.
"You like seein' my nigger cunt, boss?" she asked sweetly.
"Uh huh," he rasped.
Placing her hands under her saggy breasts, Gloria held them up as if she were offering them to Dylan. His eyes were quickly drawn to her thick dark brown nipples.
"You like my big nigger tits, sir?" she continued, kneading her breasts while he watched.
"Uh huh..."
"Is my baby girl suckin' your dick good? Is she doin' it right for you?"
"Fuck...," croaked Dylan, his eyes growing wide.
With a grunt, Dylan shot off in Myrna's mouth. The young negro teen continued stroking the white boy's dick; milking the semen out and swallowing it all. Gloria's pussy buzzed as she listened to her daughter slurping down the last of her boyfriend's seed. She could feel the wetness between her legs and knew she had to be creaming up. She hoped he could see it and saw how excited she was to be used as visual stimulation.
Finally spent, Dylan sat back on the couch, his now flaccid dick popping out of Myrna's mouth. Gloria remained in position seated in the easy chair, her legs spread wide.
"Thank you for usin' us, boss," Gloria said.
"Uh..., you're welcome," Dylan replied.
"Myrna?" prompted Gloria. "Ain't you got somethin' to say to the man?"
Myrna thought for a moment. She was having a little difficulty thinking clearly since her own arousal was clouding her reasoning power. Her face went hot when she realized what her mother meant.
"Um... yeah...," blushed Myrna, her head bowed. "Thank you for cummin' in my mouth, sir."
"You're welcome," Dylan smiled.
Maybe it was getting thanked for letting her suck him off or maybe it was just seeing her embarrassed, but Myrna could tell that Dylan was getting a perverse kind of pleasure from the situation that was beyond the sex. It was kind of humiliating, but in a way that left her even more aroused which made her more than a little frustrated.
Dylan's gaze was still firmly fixed over Myrna's shoulder and she wanted to see what he was looking at. Gloria was still leaned back in the easy chair with her legs up over the arms of the chair. When the colored teen turned her head she found herself looking right at her mother's bare pussy, spread so wide that her lips were parted. She could see the cream there in the folds of her vagina and knew just how aroused the older woman was.
It was embarrassing for Myrna to have her mother displaying her sex so lewdly to her boyfriend with her right there with them; even more so now that Dylan had already gotten off. Maybe she was even a little bothered by how much the white boy seemed to be attracted to the sight of Gloria's pussy.
"Mom!" she exclaimed. "Why are you still... you know...?"
"Hush, Myrna," replied Gloria. "The man ain't say for me to stop an' he's still enjoyin' the view."
Instantly, Myrna knew she shouldn't have said anything. Gloria was right about him not telling her to stop and Dylan had every right to look all he wanted at whatever he wanted to see.
"Sorry...," said Myrna, chagrined.
Myrna was still getting used to her role of subservience to her boyfriend. Mostly it felt good to her, like nothing she'd ever felt before. But, outside of the heat of the moment, it took a conscious effort to remain in her place. In a way, she was jealous of her mother's ability to do that, too.
"I guess I was kinda spacin' out again," said Dylan, still looking straight between Gloria's legs. "You can... uh... sit down."
Gloria had been basking in Dylan's attention and was a little annoyed with Myrna for breaking the mood. She knew that the white boy was still getting comfortable with being served by her and her daughter and didn't want anything to undermine his progress. Reluctantly, she brought her legs down from the arms of the chair and sat up in it.
"Don't worry 'bout spacin' out or nothin' like that," Gloria assured him. "If you wanna space out lookin' at me, you jus' go 'head an' do it. I ain't mind at all. I's happy sittin' back spreadin' my legs for you as long as you wanna look."
"Thanks...," replied Dylan, a little red faced. "I guess I jus' can't help lookin'... It's like seein' your... pussy all bare... jus' makes me look."
Gloria moved forward in the chair and opened her legs far enough to reveal her gash. Dylan's eyes darted back and forth between her tits and crotch, giving the older black woman a nice tingling sensation.
"You like seein' my pussy all bare for you, boss?" said Gloria bashfully.
Myrna was surprised at her mother's tone of voice. How could she be bashful about showing her pussy off? Gloria had been offering her body up for use by white men in some way or other since she was thirteen! But, one look at Dylan's face told the teenager the answer. The white boy was obviously loving the way Gloria was acting and that's what mattered.
"Yeah, I sure do," said Dylan. "I love it. I love seein' your... slit so clearly."
"I'm glad you do," smiled Gloria, spreading her legs even further. "You wanna see Myrna that way?"
"What do you mean?" Dylan was puzzled.
"I'll shave her coochie bare if you want, sir," offered Gloria. "Then you can see her slit the way you like."
Hearing her mother talk about her this way with her boyfriend while she was right there kneeling on the floor between them was quite objectifying. Having Gloria offer to shave Myrna's pussy for Dylan without even asking how she felt about it was even more so. However, the young black teen found herself getting excited by it.
"That'd be great!" Dylan replied enthusiastically. "Well..., if it's okay with Myrna."
"Myrna wants to please you, sir," Gloria spoke up. "If you want her pussy bare, then that's how it's gonna be." Then, turning to Myrna, "Ain't that right, girl?"
Gloria was exactly right, thought Myrna. Having her pussy shaved might cause some embarrassment in the locker room at school, but that didn't matter compared to pleasing Dylan. The idea of doing something like this specifically because he wanted it made her feel even more subservient to him and it made her pussy tingle.
"Uh huh," was all Myrna could say.
"Cool!" grinned Dylan. "I can't wait to see it."
"You ain't gotta wait, boss," said Gloria. "I'll go an' shave her pussy bare right now if you want."
"Really?" he asked.
"Yes, sir," answered Gloria. "It'll be best to do it in my room on the bed so you can see good. Is that what you want, boss?"
This was sounding more and more embarrassing to Myrna, but she was getting even more worked up by it.
"Yeah," Dylan told her.
Standing up, Dylan reached down to pull up his pants. Myrna could see that his dick was starting to stiffen again, right at her eye level.
"I can do that for you," said Myrna quickly. "Please?"
"Okay."
Myrna pulled up Dylan's jeans, his growing erection just inches from her face. She felt like a whore and that made her pussy tingle even more.
Gloria rose to her feet and went into the bathroom. She emerged with a towel, a can of shaving cream, and a razor. She headed into her bedroom with Myrna and Dylan behind her.
"Up on the bed, girl," directed Gloria as she shook the can of shaving cream. "Get on your back an' open your legs up nice an' wide for the man."
Feeling butterflies in her stomach, Myrna climbed up on her mother's bed, lay on her back, and spread her legs. Seeing Dylan and Gloria both looking down at her naked body made her feel even more exposed and vulnerable.
As Dylan looked on, Gloria put a handful of shaving cream on Myrna's hairy pubic mound. Taking the razor, the older negress slowly shaved her daughter's pussy bare. The white boy's dick had pitched a tent in his jeans before she was even halfway done. This wasn't lost on the young black girl or her mother.
Preparing her daughter's vagina for Dylan's pleasure seemed to be Gloria's only consideration, thought Myrna. Her mother had no regard of how humiliating it might be for her to be treated like a thing for the white boy's enjoyment.
Myrna found herself wondering just what Gloria was thinking as she carefully ran the razor over her pussy. Was she enjoying it? Did she like touching her daughter so intimately? Was her mother as keen on pleasing Dylan as she was herself?
Embarrassing as it was for her to simply lay there passively as Gloria shaved her most intimate parts, Myrna found herself getting more and more aroused. She'd never felt so much like an object as she did right now, but her main concern was hoping that Dylan liked what he was seeing and didn't think it was weird for a mother and daughter to do something like this.
The look on Dylan's face told Myrna that he did indeed like it and, if he was weirded out by it, he didn't show it. Knowing how much her boyfriend was enjoying seeing her getting shaved had her excitement growing. Being touched on her sensitive pussy was adding to it as well, along the shame of getting sexual pleasure from her own mother, however inadvertent.
"Okay, baby, lift your legs up," directed Gloria. "Keep 'em spread so I can get the insides of your thighs."
Myrna drew her legs back with her knees bent, keeping them wide apart. She knew she was completely exposed; her pussy and asshole on clear display. Gloria finished up with the razor and took the towel to wipe up the remaining shaving cream. Dylan stared unabashedly at the young negro's newly hairless crotch.
Her eyes fixed on Dylan's face, Myrna was enjoying his expression of pure lust as he gazed at her bare cunt. The attention it was getting had her pussy buzzing. When she felt Gloria rubbing it with the towel, she couldn't help but moan with pleasure.
"Feels good, don't it, girl?" smiled Gloria.
Hearing her mother's words startled Myrna. Of course it felt good, but it seemed wrong for her to enjoying Gloria's touch that way. However, in her current state of arousal her pussy was aching to be touched, shameful as it was.
"Mom..." Myrna protested weakly. "You're makin' me..."
"Makin' you feel good?" Gloria finished Myrna's sentence with a question. "Nothin' wrong with that."
Gloria wiped up the last of the shaving cream and gave Myrna's pussy one more rub before tossing the towel on the floor. Knowing that Dylan was still enjoying the view of her freshly shaved pussy, the black girl remained in position holding her knees up and her legs open. It was humiliating to be exposing her most intimate parts this way, but that was actually adding to arousal she was feeling. So was seeing the white boy's excitement at what he was looking at.
"You like seein' her coochie all bald like this, boss?" asked Gloria. "She got a cute li'l slit, don't she?"
"Fuck, yeah," answered Dylan, his voice thick with arousal.
"If you want a closer look, you ain't gotta be shy about it, sir," added Gloria. "Go 'head an' get as close as you want."
Dylan stepped closer to the bed and leaned down to examine Myrna's shaved cunt. The colored girl's pussy twitched from the attention and she could feel how wet she was getting.
"She's creamin' up good for you, boss," observed Gloria. "See how her lips is all puffy an' her clitty's all poked out? Niggas love havin' a white man lookin' at 'em like you doin'."
Myrna would have protested the way her mother was pointing out the details of her arousal to Dylan, but she was past the point of caring about how embarrassing it was. The colored girl was aching for her boyfriend to touch her pussy. She knew it wouldn't take much to push her over the edge and give her the relief she hungered for.
"Touch her again," Dylan told Gloria. "Like when you were cleanin' her off with the towel."
Myrna couldn't believe what she was hearing. She wanted to be touched, but by Dylan not Gloria! It was bad enough when she felt a jolt of pleasure when her mother was wiping the shaving cream off her pussy. Having her actually to it on purpose was just too much.
"You want me to touch her coochie, boss?" asked Gloria.
"Yeah," he answered.
Gloria put her hand between her daughter's legs and ran a finger along her pussy, eliciting another whimper from the black teen. It felt so good, Myrna was ashamed of herself.
"Like that, sir?" asked Gloria.
"Uh huh," he confirmed.
Gloria continued to gently move her fingers over Myrna's swollen lips. Although she tried to resist, the colored girl found herself enjoying her mother's touch on her bare pussy. Shameful as it was, she couldn't help but hump back.
"You like seein' me touchin' my baby girl's coochie, boss?" asked Gloria.
"Yeah," answered Dylan. "It's fuckin' hot."
"Uh huh," she smiled. "Jus' shows what nasty niggas we is, don't it, boss?"
Dylan didn't respond. He simply continued to stare, transfixed on the scene of Gloria masturbating her daughter and Myrna struggling unsuccessfully not to show how much she was enjoying it. The white boy's dick was standing straight out, making an unmistakable bulge in his jeans.
"You want me to make her cum, boss?" asked Gloria. "You wanna see that?"
"Mom...," whimpered Myrna. "No..."
"It ain't up to you, girl," said Gloria quickly.
Gloria turned her head towards Dylan while continuing to rub Myrna's cunt. The white boy just nodded, never taking his eyes away from between the colored girl's legs. The older negress just smiled and increased the tempo of her hand. The black teen moaned again as she helplessly felt an orgasm building.
"You gonna cum like a good nigga for the man, ain't you, girl?" Gloria asked Myrna.
"I... can't... help... it...," gasped Myrna.
"You ain't gotta help it, chil'," said Gloria warmly. "You jus' gotta relax an' let it happen. Ain't nothin' to be ashamed of. We jus' niggas doin' what niggas do. An' that's makin' the white man happy."
"Uh huh...," Myrna whimpered again. "Uh... Uh... Oh..."
"That's right, baby," cooed Gloria. "Cum for your better. That's the way..."
That was all Myrna could take. It was embarrassing and shameful, but she couldn't hold back any longer. She looked up into Dylan's face as she climaxed.
"Ah!" cried Myrna. "Ahhh! Oh!"
"Good girl...," smiled Gloria. "That's real good..."
Even though she was being brought to orgasm by her own mother while her boyfriend watched, Myrna came harder than she'd ever remembered. Humiliated at her loss of control, she was nevertheless happy to see that Dylan was completely absorbed in watching her. His arousal was obvious.
Gloria took her hand away and beamed at her daughter, clearly proud of her. Myrna lay there, her chest heaving and her pussy still spasming. Leaning closer to Myrna's exposed crotch, Dylan inhaled deeply.
"She smells so good...," breathed Dylan.
"You need some relief, sir?" asked Gloria. "I'd be honored if you let me suck on yo' cock some, boss."
"Okay," he replied.
Gloria knelt down at the foot of the bed, facing Dylan, so she could suck his dick while he continued to enjoy the sight of her daughter sprawled gap legged on the bed.
"Can I take yo' pants down, sir?" asked Gloria.
"Yeah," answered Dylan.
"Thank you, sir," she replied.
Gloria undid Dylan's jeans and got them down around his knees. Immediately, she took his dick into her mouth. The white boy moaned as the head of his cock went into the older negress's throat. She sucked hard as she moved her head back and forth, stroking him with her mouth.
Myrna looked up between her legs at the white boy standing there as her mother sucked his dick. The scene reminded her of when she had to perform for Mister Gantner while he used Gloria's pussy to get himself off. She felt like a total slut, a thing on display to be used by horny white men. The thought made her pussy twitch. She spread her legs further.
"You like lookin' at my shaved cunt, sir?" asked Myrna. "Can you see everythin' the way you like?"
"I do...," rasped Dylan.
"I done it for you," she smiled. "I done it 'cause you're my better. You like knowin' that?"
"Yeah...," he managed to say.
"You like watchin' my mom make me cum?"
Dylan had no response, but Myrna knew he liked what she was saying by the look on his face. He was sweating profusely and the black girl knew he was just about over the edge.
"Are you gonna cum on my mom?" she asked sweetly, propping herself up on her elbows. "Pull your dick out of her mouth and cum all over her face? All over her nigger tits?"
Gloria could feel Dylan's cock twitching in her mouth. She looked up into his eyes and saw the animal lust in them. He was obviously past the point of no return.
"I know she wants that, sir," Myrna went on. "Please cum in my mom's nigger face."
"Fuck," groaned Dylan.
Moving her head back, Gloria grabbed Dylan's dick around the base and stroked it vigorously. She pointed it into her face just in time to take the first shot of cum in her eye. The next ones landed on her cheeks and dripped down onto her breasts. Myrna grinned as she watched the white boy ejaculate all over her mother's face and chest.
Gloria milked the last of the semen out before kissing Dylan's dick on the tip.
"Thank you fo' cummin' all over me, boss," she said sincerely. "Makes me feel like I done good."
"You did," replied Dylan, still breathing heavily. "Damn..."
After getting his permission, Gloria pulled Dylan's pants back up even as his cum was still dripping off her face. The white boy helped the older negress to her feet. Myrna sat up in the bed.
"I... uh... should probably get goin'," said Dylan. "My mom's gonna be pissed if I'm late."
"We don't want that, boss," agreed Gloria.
Myrna was struck by how concerned Dylan was about upsetting his own mother when the load he'd shot off in Gloria's face was still running down onto her chest. Something about it made her feel even more used and more in her place. She got off the bed and walked out into the living room with him.
"Do you think my mom an' me are perverts for what we done?" asked Myrna.
"No," answered Dylan.
"Even if I liked it?"
"Of course not."
"Would you think we was perverts if we was white?" she prodded.
Dylan stopped to think.
"I... dunno," he replied.
Myrna's pussy tingled at his hesitation. She didn't think Dylan was pondering the question. He'd just been unsure about how truthful an answer to give her. Maybe he'd only realized his true feelings about it just then. Despite his claims to the contrary, he accepted behavior from her and her mother that would have shocked him had they been white.
"Thanks for coming over," smiled Myrna. "I'll see you tomorrow."
"Right...," said Dylan. "See ya then."
Dylan let himself out of the apartment and walked down the hall. Myrna closed the door after him. She gathered up her clothes from where she'd tossed them earlier and put them back on. Gloria emerged from her bedroom wiping her face with a washcloth.
"You done good, girl," said Gloria. "Dylan was real pleased with you. I hope I ain't embarrass you too much by gettin' you off for him."
"No, Mom," blushed Myrna. "It was embarrassin'..., but he really liked seein' it. An' I..., I guess I liked it, too."
Gloria started picking the clothes she'd taken off at Dylan's order when she'd come home.
"You were right, you know," Myrna started. "He does think different 'bout us 'cause we ain't white."
"He tol' you that?"
"I asked him. I asked if he thought we was perverts for what we done. He said no. I asked him if he'd think we was perverts if was white doin' that. He said he didn't know, but I think he didn't wanna say yes 'cause it would mean he saw us different."
"That's good," said Gloria. "He's comin' around. I knowed he seen us as niggas all along jus' from the way he figured he could check me out how he wanted. He knowed it was okay even if he ain't wanna admit why. Now maybe he startin' to un'erstan' hisself. He's already gettin' sure of hisself usin' us like we was nothin' but niggas. From here out, it's gonna get even better."
* * *
That night, before going to bed, Myrna looked at herself in the full length mirror in her room. Even now, seeing her pussy hairless and exposed made her blush. It was embarrassing to be as bald as a ten year old and she wondered what she'd say if anyone said something in the locker room or shower in gym class. Still, even though she'd never tell them the truth, she felt proud to have done something like that to please Dylan.
Under the covers, Myrna ran her fingers over her shaved pussy. It seemed even more sensitive than usual and it wasn't long before she was rubbing it in earnest. As she came, she pictured Dylan shooting off all over Gloria's face and chest. The black teenager only felt a little ashamed of herself for including her mother in her masturbation fantasies. She guessed she was coming around, too.
Next: Chapter 12 - Gloria Loses her Cherry
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