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Subject: {ASSM}  Small Town Teens "Deanna & Jen" Part 2 (teen m/ teen f/ teen f)
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	A couple of days after the party, I gave Jen a call. I catch her
at home on the first try and tell her to give me the skinny. She starts
describing Deanna, telling me all about this righteous 15 year old
blonde honey. She tells me this girl has a body pretty close to hers,
which I take to mean petite with small tits. She tells me that Deanna
really likes to dress like a slut and tease all the guys and then won't
put out.
	Right, now if you're with me so far you can imagine what I'm
thinking... this Deanna chick has gotta be either some big fat retarded
bitch or else she's got a face that looks like her neck is blowing a
bubble. Either way, I'm starting to wonder what I've gotten myself into
but, hey, I've fucked some fat girls and I've fucked some ugly girls and
I've always said "It ain't the face you're fucking, it's the fuck you're
facing." So I ask Jen when I'm going to meet this Deanna chick.
	That's when she starts laying out this plan. Jen's going to have
Deanna spend the night and they are both going to sneak out to this
party. I'm supposed to pick them up around the corner from Jen's house.
Okay, I'm all good with that. She gives me the address and tells me what
time to be there and all this kind of shit. Then she busts out with the
really fucked up shit.
	She starts telling me how she's going to get Deanna drunk and
get her into a bedroom. Then I'm supposed to come in and have at it.
Now, I'm all right with a lot of fucked up shit but I am NOT going to
commit a class A felony, namely rape, just because this bitch wants me
to. So I proceed to tell her that she's all fucked up and I want no part
of this shit.
	Oh yeah, she says, well, if you don't do this, you're going to
have the same problem. She starts telling me some shit about how if I
don't fuck this Deanna girl, she's going to call the cops and report me
for raping HER! Holy fuck! Besides, she says, I'm eighteen and she's
fifteen and it's statutory rape either way, so if I don't want to get
into trouble I'd better do what she says.
	Well, what the fuck could I do? I knew this cunt was crafty the
moment I saw her but this Melrose Place bullshit was going way over the
fucking line. Still, I swallowed my pride and told her I'd do it. She
gave me a little more bitchy bullshit, tells me I'd better be there on
fucking time, then hangs up in my ear. All right, this little bitch
wants to play that way, I can be crafty too.
	Anyway, the next Friday night, I got all dolled up for this big
ass party, you know- torn jeans, Slayer t-shirt, cowboy boots, big ass
rock star haircut down to my ass, and my trusty leathers. I brought
along a little surprise for Jen, then hopped into the Mustang. Check my
supply- eight ball, ounce of weed, mirror, blade, pipe. Got no booze but
a quick stop by the liquor store and a fake ID takes care of that shit
pronto and there I am, sitting in my dark car around the corner from
Jen's house, smoking a bowl and sipping on my bottle of Wild Turkey,
right on time at eleven o'clock.
	My fucking heart about stops when the passenger door pops open.
It wa so dark and I was so stoned I never saw these bitches coming up on
the car. The first girl, Deanna I'm guessing, jumps into the backseat
and Jen climbs right into the front. In the light from the dome lamp and
 the Pussy Probe (the swiveling map light found in early-mid 80s
Mustangs) I get my first look at Deanna. Damn, Jen wasn't bullshitting
me! This girl is a mega-robo-hottie, small and petite with blonde hair
and some nice little titties, wearing a white top with a denim skirt. Oh
yeah, I'd be happy to fuck this girl, but I sure wasn't planning on
raping the bitch.
	For her part, Jen was looking mighty fucking fine herself. She
had on a super short black miniskirt with a slutty red top that showed
off the black bra underneath. Both chicks had their hair all done up and
everything, including some serious CSL (cock sucking lipstick.) Jen
introduced Deanna to me and I reached back to shake her hand, at the
same time passing the bowl back to her. She wasn't shy, she took the
bowl and toked that motherfucker like a pro, burning that shit all the
way to the bottom and letting loose with a big cloud of smoke that
filled up the car. Hell yeah, that's my kind of chick. I pass around
some of the wine coolers I bought for the girls and we're all set, so I
threw my shit in gear and headed for the party.
	We pull up at this fucking party and let me tell you, this shit
was fully involved. Cars parked everywhere, motherfuckers passed out on
the lawn, the whole nine yards. I find a place to park and, ever the
fucking gentleman, open the door for the chicks. As Deanna is getting
out, she gives me hella good view right up that denim skirt and I can
see some awfully nice white panties up under there. I look up into her
hazel eyes and realize that she just busted me looking at her goodies.
Without missing a beat, I pop off some bullshit about Jen having a skirt
just like that. Deanna smiles and tells me that this is the same skirt,
Jen just borrowed it from her. I'm thinking about how I pushed that
skirt up and snacked on Jen's tasty cookie and I'm hoping to do the same
thing to that skirt tonight.
	We step into the place and damn, if the shit was wild outside,
you gotta know it's going fucking nuts inside. I'm strolling in with
these two superfine damsels, both wearing their slutty finest, complete
with high heels. The chicks are sucking down the coolers, I'm giving the
Turkey hell, and I'm passing around bowl after bowl. We meet and greet,
saying what's up to some of my boys. They're all scoping these sluts but
I give them the high sign to step the fuck back, this is my fucking show
tonight. All of the other bitches in the place are catting it up-
because you know they all want to be with me- but none of them are even
approaching the level of hottie that Jen and Deanna are at.
	This party is just going full tilt crazy. Presently, we find the
keg and we spend maybe an hour standing next to it with me watching and
drinking my bourbon as Jen pours beer after beer down Deanna. This chick
is no heavyweight, hell, she maybe weighs ninety-five pounds soaking
wet, so it doesn't take long before Deanna's starting to look mighty
hammered. Of course, the bowls we're smoking aren't sobering anybody up,
so Jen and I are getting pretty wasted, too. After sucking down her
sixth or seventh beer, it's clear that Deanna is all fucked up. Jem
takes Deanna by the arm and leads her staggering cousin towards the
stairs. As she passes me, Jen whispers for me to wait five minutes and
then come find them.
	So that five minutes goes by in five hours but I get my surprise
ready and I make my way upstairs. Hmmm, there are a bunch of doors.
First one is a closet. Second is the bathroom. Third one is a bedroom
but that ain't Jen and Deanna in there! (Hey, nice tits, Betty!) I'm
about to try the last door when it pops open and Jen peeks out. I step
in and she asks me where the hell I've been. She closes the door behind
us and there's sweet little Deanna, out like a fucking light on the bed.
She's got her beautiful smooth legs spread just a bit and she looks so
good that I can feel myself getting hard just standing there looking at
her.
	Jen asks what I'm waiting for. I tell her that Deanna is drunk
and I don't want to rape anybody. Jen climbs up on the bed next to her
cousin and pushes up the denim skirt to reveal a super tasty pair of
plain white nylon bikini panties. Jen hooks her fingers in her cousin's
panties and pulls them down her legs, over Deanna's white heels, and
off. I'm getting that super big eyefull of Deanna's tender little virgin
pussy, so soft and pink with just a tinge of barely-there blonde pubes
at the top. Jen's telling me to get on and fuck her but I'm not in any
hurry. I ask what she thinks she's going to do if I don't do this.
	She gets that angry look in those icy blue eyes and tells me if
I puss out she's going to call the cops and tell them I tried to rape
her AND her cousin. She says she knows they'll believe her because
everybody knows what kind of trash I am. She goes on for a couple of
minutes, threatening me like I'm going to give a shit. Finally she stops
and looks at me like she expects me to start crying or something. Little
does this bitch know...
	I reach into the pocket of my leather jacket and pull out Jen's
surprise. I press the stop button on my little mini tape recorder and
rewind it a bit, then press play. Jen stares at me as her voice comes
out of the little speaker, muffled but clear enough to hear her
threatening me. She turns about six different colors, opens her mouth,
then closes her mouth. I stop the tape and we sit there for a long
moment, just looking at each other. Who's crafty now, bitch?
	Finally, Jen says that we'll just forget the whole thing. She
says to take her and Deanna home. Backdafuckup just one minute, I don't
think so. I ask Jen if she knows how much trouble she can get in, first
for trying to get someone to rape her cousin, and then for threatening
to falsely accuse me of a felony. She's really turning pale now. Maybe,
I say, I ought to just tell your parents. (Yeah, like I'd ever do that.)
She sits there for a long time. Finally, she asks what I want.
	First of all, I tell her, you promised me a piece of Deanna's
nice tight virgin cunt and I ain't leaving without it. But we're going
to do it on my terms. I tell Jen that if I'm going to fuck Deanna, that
she's going to have to get Deanna ready for me. Jen asks what I mean. I
tell her that she knows what I mean. She looks at me for a long moment.
What's wrong, bitch, I ask, never done another girl?
	She knows she's trapped and looks like she's about to cry. She
shakes her head a little and tells me that she and Deanna have fooled
around a little. I tell her to go ahead and undress her cousin all the
way. She knows she's got no choice. She pulls Deanna's white top off,
giving me a look at Deanna's little apple sized titties in her white
lace bra. Jen then unzipped the denim skirt and pulled the shit down and
off, leaving Deanna in her white bra and white heels. Take the bra off,
I tell her, and she manages to get her hand under Deanna enough to
unhook the bra. She pulls it off and damn Deanna's got some sweet little
titties, milky white cones with super pale pink nipples.
	Sweet Jesus, Deanna is laying there, naked but for her white
heels, and I just know I've got drool running out my mouth. I mean, if
you looked up "nubile young vixen" in the dictionary, it would have a
picture of this chick. She's got those firm but small tits and her
almost invisible blonde pubes make her look more like twelve than
fifteen. Her skin was smooth and flawless, like a marble sculpture. I
wanted to leap on top of her and use her luscious body in every depraved
way I could think of, but most importantly, I wanted this to last.
Besides which, this was the perfect opportunity. I had both of these
chicks right where I wanted them and I didn't want to waste this chance.
	Jen looks at me, but she knows what's coming. I tell her to suck
on Deanna's tits. She tells me hell no. I hold up the tape recorder. Now
she really looks like she's going to bawl but hey, who the hell cares? I
mean, she wanted me to rape this chick a few minutes ago and now she
wants my fucking sympathy! Yeah, whatever. You'd better do it, bitch.
She bends down and sucks one of Deanna's nipples into her mouth. I'm at
the foor of the bed, Jen is kneeling on the foot of the bed facing the
headboard and her slutty black miniskirt is riding up on her ass,
showing me a triangle of black nylon panties. I watch Jen work all over
Deanna's tiny teen titties with her mouth and tongue and damn, I'm
starting to feel some wood coming on.
	Jen is doing a real good job on Deanna's tits, kind of switching
between sucking on her nipples and using her tongue to flick at them.
This shit is starting to get good. I tell Jen to play with Deanna's
pussy. Jen pulls up off of her tits- God damn, Deanna's nipples are
sticking straight up like pencil erasers!- and glares at me. Oh yeah,
while you're at it, get some of those clothes off, bitch. Jen just
stares at me for a second, looking like if she had a gun she'd just as
soon shoot me, but then she pulls the red top off. Sure as shit, she's
got the black lace bra on underneath that really looks good on her pale
white skin. She unzips the skirt and shoves it down. She has to stand up
for a minute to get the skirt all the way off. She drops the skirt to
the floor and steps out of it, leaving her in her bra and matching black
bikini panties. She starts to unhook the bra but I stop her and tell her
to leave that shit on for right now.
	Jen hops right back on the bed. She puts her right hand down
between Deanna's legs and cups Deanna's little pink cunt with her hand.
Then she rubs around a little bit, which makes Deanna groan a little and
spread her legs a little farther apart. Jen starts rubbing with two
fingers up and down Deanna's tiny slit, every now and again pausing to
rub little circles up at the top of Deanna's cunt, right around her
clit. I tell Jen to spread Deanna's pussy open so I can see it and she
pulls the thick outer lips apart with her two fingers. Damn, that shit
is pink and shiny, Deanna's inner lips open enough for me to see her
tiny opening.
	Like she's reading my mind, Jen slips her middle finger in
between Deanna's lips and into her little girl hole. She pushes it in
just a bit, then stops and looks back at me. She's still got her cherry,
Jen tells me. Fuck, I am going to hella enjoy tearing into that shit!
Jen pulls her finger back out and goes back to stroking it up and down
Deanna's cock slot. I can see that Jen's finger is wet with Deanna juice
and I know that, even though she's knocked out cold, her body is
starting to respond to Jen's finger lovin'.
	God damn, this is a scene right out of Rob Lowe's wet dreams-
two underage chicks all over a bed, one of them still in her naughty
black underwear, the other butt ass naked, getting it on just for little
old me. Of course, one of them was doing it under duress and the other
was passed out but it still made for hella good picture! My dick is so
hard it's threatening to bore a hole in the front of my jeans. Easy,
Trigger, you'll get yours in a minute.
	I stepped over to the bed and told Jen to lick Deanna's pussy.
Jen spins around and shakes her head. No way, she says, she doesn't want
to do that. I'm about to threaten the bitch but I decide maybe a
different tactic will make this a little easier. I'll make a deal, I
tell Jen, you lick her and I'll lick you. If you don't like it or
whatever you can quit but just give it a try. She still doesn't look too
sure about all that until I stick my hand between her legs and grind my
fingers against the black nylon covering her cunt. She arches that back
like a cat in heat and I know I've got the bitch.
	Together we pull Deanna farther up onto the bed. When we do, she
starts to stir a little- maybe she's going to rise and shine and join
the party. Once she's laying all the way up on the bed, Jen crawls in
between Deanna's legs and pushes them open. I gotta get in for a
close-up of this shit as Jen leans her face down right into Deanna's
little love box. Jen sticks out her pink tongue and ever so lightly runs
the tip of her tongue up Deanna's little slit. Let me tell you, Deanna
might have been all fucked up but she felt that shit- her ass came up
off the bed and she let out a long low moan. Jen flicked back and forth
across the little bud at the top of Deanna's cunt, teasing that clit.
	Now I'm sporting more wood than a sawmill- my dick is so hard it
feels like I've got a piece of rebar stuck down my pants. I watch Jen
get down on Deanna's twat for a bit. Hmmm... doesn't look like she wants
to stop, so I get around behind Jen to hold up my end of the bargain.
She's got her ass up in the air, just perfect for me to get a take out
order of stupid bitch pussy. I kneel down and pull the soaking wet panty
crotch out of the way so I can get at her dripping pink treasure. Holy
genitalia, her snatch is red and swollen and oozing with juice. Her lips
are hanging all open, exposing that little hole that I drilled last
weekend.
	Holding the panties off to the side, I jam my face into Jen's
cunt and shove my tongue as far into her as I can. I'm licking some
cervix now, tasting her insides, and she's grooving the hell out of it.
God damn, Jen might be a scheming bitch but she's got a great tasting
cunt and I'm slurping away on it, drinking down her juice.
	So I've been nibbling on the pink taco for a bit when I notice
there's some thrashing around going on down at the other end of Jen. I
raise up to check out the action and I'll be damned if Deanna's not
awake! Still obviously drunk as an Irish sailor but at least she's
conscious. I would have figured that Deanna would be trying to fight Jen
off, what with waking up to her cousin snacking on her virgin beav, but
instead it sure as shit looks like Deanna's getting right into the shit.
Her hands are tangled in Jen's hair, she's holding Jen's face down in
her crotch, and it looks for all the world like Deanna is really digging
Jen's tongue lovin'.
	I tell Jen to get up off of that shit so I can have a taste of
that sweet stuff. Jen gets off, having a hell of a time getting Deanna's
fingers out of her hair, and now I get a whole new view of Deanna. This
girl looks like some kind of twelve year old porn star, what with her
invisible blonde pubic hair and budding titties, legs all splayed open
with her steaming red cunt all sloppy wet and gaping open. Now she's
wide awake, still wasted, but she knows what's going to happen. I yank
off my shirt, kick off my boots, and tell Jen to take off my jeans. She
isn't even arguing now, she pops open the button fly of the 501s and my
one eyed trouser snake comes springing out. Jen gets my jeans and boxers
to my feet and I step out of them. My dick is harder than Wheel of
Fortune in Arabic and it's waving around looking for some attention. I
told you, be patient.
	I get my face down between Deanna's legs and inhale the sweet
scent of that virgin pussy. I want to fuck this little girl so bad my
dick's about to jump off my body and run around the room, but before I
can I just have to have my own sample of her delicious cherry pie. I
stick my tongue out and lap at her squirming pink flesh, starting at her
puckered little asshole and going all the way up her dripping slit. At
the top, I use my fingers to skin back the little hood, letting her
swollen pink clit pop out. I know just what Deanna needs, so I swirl my
tongue around and around her sensitive little bump. That does it for her
as she erupts like Mt. St. Fucking Helens into a spasm of gasps and
yelps, her hips thrashing up and down on the bed. I hold onto her rock
hard ass and press my face into her pussy, lapping that cunt like a
thristy dog with a bowl of water.
	After a few minutes of Steve's Magic Tongue, Deanna's cunt,
which was a sloppy, sopping mess before, is now a seething sea of sex
secretions and I know she's ready for her big event. I get up on my
knees and grab my purple helmeted soldier, who's eager to get into
battle. Deanna's looking up at me and no shit she's got this Jodie
Foster Taxi Driver thing going on, I'm feeling like DeNiro, but with a
big fat hard-on and without the fucked up Mohawk haircut. I mean, she
looks so fucking hot it would have been no trick for me just to give my
hose a couple of tugs and blow my joy juice all over her tender little
cookie. Not a fucking chance of that, though. I just gotta get my dick
buried in this slut post fucking haste!
	My face is slippery wet from bobbing for clitoris so I wipe all
of her mess off onto the covers. I ask Deanna if she's ready for this.
The little bitch is so loaded that she's just thrashing around, moaning
and groaning, but she sure as shit isn't saying no, so I guess that
means she's saying yes. Jen's watching the whole thing as I lean
forward, holding my dick like the lethal fucking weapon that it is, and
wedge the swollen purple head in between Deanna's cunt lips. I give a
little push with my hips- Deanna's virgin pussy has never experienced
anything like this and her little hole tries its best to keep my invader
out. I push a little harder and finally my cock head makes it in. As it
does, Deanna grunts and writhes under me. Oh yeah, baby, the best is yet
to come.
	I thrust my cock back and forth a few times, getting it nice and
slippery with her body's lube. Every time I push it in, I get just a
little deeper. God damn, her little beaver is sucking on the head of my
cock, squeezing and clenching on the shit and it's all I can do not to
just blow a nut right then and there. Think about baseball, you know?
Finally, after rocking back and forth for a bit, I get in far enough to
hit the resistance of her cherry. I bang into it with a little force,
Deanna's eyes fly open, and she lets out a little shriek, like she's
fucking surprised or something. Well, if that surprised you, baby,
prepare to be fucking astounded!
	Now I've never been a chick and I sure don't know what it feels
like to get your cherry popped. I've fucked more than a few virgins,
though, and some chicks tell me it really hurts and some tell me it
doesn't hurt at all. Either way, I figure it's just like getting a shot
at the doctor- do it quick and get it over with. So, it's time for
Doctor Steve to give Deanna her hot beef injection. I draw back just a
little and, with one big thrust, I tear right through her cherry and my
cock slams all the way into her until it hits bottom.
	Lord have mercy, you could have heard the little bitch scream in
Anaheim! You'd have thought I just shoved a cattle prod up her cunt the
way she howled and thrashed around the bed. She grabbed hold of my arms,
which were on either side of her, and dug her nails into me so deep I
could feel her Lee Press-Ons digging into my bones. She's caterwauling
like a gut shot mule and I sure as hell don't want the whole fucking
party to come busting in to see who I'm killing in here so I yell at Jen
to shut her up. Jen, who has been sitting on the edge of the bed the
whole time, leans down and puts her arm around Deanna, across her chest,
and starts telling her to relax, she's okay, it's done hurting, all the
usual bullshit. Either way, it works, because pretty quick Deanna quits
her wailing. The whole time I'm on top of her with my cock pressed
against her cervix.
	I wait as long as I can, but I'm here to tell you that Deanna's
cunt was so fucking hot and so fucking tight that natural instinct took
over. I started to thrust, slow, short strokes at first, working my pole
in and out of her fiery fuck tunnel. In no time flat, Deanna is moving
her hips with mine, her body picking up the natural rhythm, knowing what
to do even if she didn't. I bend down to her face and kiss away the wet
traces of tears at the corners of her eyes, whispering to her that it's
okay, I'm going to make her feel really good. She's making those low,
grunting animal noises every time I drive my hot rod into her parking
garage and that shit is really turning me on- as if I wasn't already
driven blind and wild with lust.
	I lift up a bit and Jen takes my place, kissing Deanna and
playing with her pale pink nipples while I continue to drill her like a
Texas oil well. I'm here to tell you, I've never seen a sight more
erotic than these two liquored up Lolitas swapping spit while one of
them gets a heaping helping of hot dick. I'm really driving my cock into
Deanna now, rowing my whole seven fat inches all the way in, then all
the way out. God damn, her cunt walls are so tight around me it feels
like I'm shoving my cock into a red hot vice lined with wet velvet.
	In what seems like no time, I start to feel the old familiar
stirring down deep in my balls and I know it isn't going to be long
before I give this little sex kitten her first deposit of DNA. Normally,
I'd switch positions eight or nine times but this little slut was so
sloshed I'm not sure she could do much beyond lay on her back and spread
her legs. Gotta make do with what you've got, so I grabbed her hips and
pulled her to me as much as I could, then slipped my arms under her legs
so her knees were over my shoulders. Barely within reach were the
pillows on the bed, and I grabbed one and shoved it under Deanna's tight
little ass. Now I've got her pelvis up, cunt pointing at the sky, and
that's the way I like it to get in really fucking deep.
	Now I really start to go to town on the bitch, driving my cock
into her like a fucking piston, banging the bottom on every thrust.
Damn, this little slut is going to be walking like a duck in the
morning! Deanna is moaning loud now, gasping every time I pound my meat
into her. I look over at Jen and she's stripped off her sleazy black
underwear and is sitting on the bed watching us. I'll be damned if the
whore isn't fingering the hell out of her box while she watches me stick
the salami to her cousin! Her fingers are working over her clit like
Boxcar Willie playing the banjo. Yeah, she's wishing she was getting the
bone but Deanna is the lucky winner tonight and I'm just about ready to
give her the grand prize.
	My balls are boiling and I know it's a matter of moments before
they send a flood of nut right into Deanna's gut. I'm almost there and
oh, my fucking God this pussy feels so good I can't hold it any longer
and I'm thrusting faster and faster and Deanna is churning her hips
under me and she's howling again but this time I don't care because...
because...
	Just as I feel the cum traveling at light speed from my balls up
the underside of my shaft, Deanna lets out an ear splitting squeal and
her pussy clamps down on me so tight it totally pinches off the flow of
cum. Jesus H. Christ on a bicycle, for those that have never experienced
this phenomenon, it is simply the most exquisite, pleasurable pain I
have ever felt. It lasted an instant that seemed to go on forever, and
during that moment I realized that I had actually made Deanna cum too!
As suddenly as it happened, her pussy released me, which caused the
backpressure of ball batter trapped in my dick to come spraying out like
the hose at the fucking car wash, painting the walls of her cunt with a
thick layer of goo.
	Oh hell yeah! I'm pumping a load of cum so far into Deanna I'm
half expecting the shit to come spurting out her ears. Meantime, she's
howling at the moon and clawing at me and generally thrashing around
like she's getting fucking electrocuted or some shit. Holy mother of
God, her pussy is squeezing my cock over and over, milking me
rythmically, sucking all of that good-to-the-last-drop nut nougat out of
me like an out of control Electrolux vaccuum cleaner. Finally, she
relaxes but not before I've filled her little used-to-be virgin cunt to
the brim.
	Goddamnit, I need a drink! I pull my cock out of her pussy and
about half the gallon or so of cum that I blasted up into Deanna's guts
comes drooling out of her mangled cunt, tinged pink with blood from her
sundered hymen. Likewise, my little soldier, now at parade rest, is
coated with a thick layer of greasy pink cum and blood. Deanna is
gasping for breath and Jen moves over, puts her arms around her cousin,
and gives her a kiss. Jen asks Deanna if she's okay. Deanna, now sobered
up a little from the workout, kisses her cousin back and they hold each
other.
	Yeah, a touching scene, but I'm too busy throwing on my clothes.
I gotta get the hell out of there before any kind of shit hits any kind
of fan. I toss my jacket on, shove my tape recorder in the pocket, and
I'm outie when, as an afterthought, I grab Deanna's innocent white
panties and Jen's nasty black	panties and cram them in my pocket, too.
I mean, a guy's gotta have something to remember you by, right?

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