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Subject: {ASSM} Alan 2/? (MF mc)
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Alan and his parents arrived home, and his mom heated some leftover
chicken for dinner.  There was little conversation at the dinner
table.  Alan's grandfather was deteriorating rapidly.  The doctor had
spoken to them while his grandfather was sleeping, telling him that
Alan's grandfather had told the medical team in the CCU that he did
not want any heroic measures taken to prolong his life, and by the
doctor's estimation the end could come anytime from within a few hours
to a few days.  After dinner Alan's mother sat on the couch and began
to cry softly.  His dad sat down next to her and held her, and he
could see that they were rocking forward and back, at a slow pace. 
His mom was taking this very hard.  Her mother, too, had died a
lingering death, of cancer, even before Alan was born, and the
emotional toll of now watching her dad slip away was trying on her. 
Alan sat down on the other side of her and took her hand in his, and
this seemed to brighten her spirits.  She came out of her shell a bit,
turned to him and kissed him on the cheek, tousling his hair.  She
smiled at him, and took a deep breath.  He was glad he could be a
comfort to his mom.

Alan's dad rose to answer the phone, and his mom put her arm around
his shoulder.  The. sat quietly for a few minutes.  "So," his mom
asked, "how was school today?"  Alan started to turn a little pink,
but his mom was looking straight ahead, and didn't notice.  Alan told
her it was just another regular day, a short smile forming on his
lips.

Later that night Alan was awake in bed, staring at the ceiling, unable
to sleep.  He was still shocked about the day's events.  His life had
taken a strange turn, not a bad one to be sure, but strange
nonetheless.  Some of what had happened could be explained.  Having
sex with an older woman, his teacher even, was unexpected, but not out
of the scope of rationality.  He peeled the blanket off of him and
looked down at his body.  The thing he couldn't begin to understand
was the sudden growth spurt in his penis.  He began to review the
day's events in his mind, and was brought up short.  Just before Ms.
Kelly had taken his penis in her hands he had been worried about it
size, but when she touched it, it suddenly grew.  Alan got out of bed
and turned on his desk lamp, pulling open the drawer to get his ruler.
 The memory of Ms. Kelly holding his penis was arousing him, and he
wanted to measure his cock.

He pumped it in his fist a few times, and it began to grow to full
length.  With his left hand he place the edge of the ruler at the
base, and saw that his erection measured nine inches.  He was
dumbfounded.  Getting back into bed he though back again to the tryst
with Ms. Kelly and suddenly it hit him.  That buzzing sensation, that
was the key.  He first felt it in the hospital during the strange
encounter with the old man, and later, right before Ms. Kelly kissed
him during lunch period.  Again when he saw her after school, and the
kicker, his cock had tingled right before she grasped at it.  Whatever
was happening to him, that buzzing, tingly, sensation was the common
factor.  He looked down again at his crotch and imagined his penis
before it had grown, and it began tingling again.  He watch in
astonishment as it reverted back to six inches, and just to be sure,
he wanted to measure it.  He got out of bed again and stepped towards
the desk, reaching for the ruler.  When he was about two feet from the
desk the ruler levitated and floated into his hand.

Alan was breathing hard now, a little scared by what was happening. 
He tried to remember what the voice in his head had said when the old
man held his forearm.  "You have the power to control the actions of
others, and more powers will come to you as you develop your skills." 
The old man had given him something.  Some kind of power.  He had used
it to fuck his teacher.  He had used it to make his penis grow.  He
had used it to summon the ruler from the desk.  And he realized he had
almost no control. "Develop your skills," the voice had said.  Alan
went back to bed and concentrated on his penis.  It started tingling
again, and almost instantly returned to nine inches.  He decided to
see what else he could do.  Going into the bathroom he looked at his
hair.   It was chestnut brown, like his mom's hair, medium length and
a bit messy--bed hair.  He closed his eyes for a moment and
concentrated.  When he opened them his hair was smoothed out, like he
had just combed it.  He closed his eyes again, and upon opening them
he was a blond.  Again, and he was completely bald, like Michael
Jordan.  One last time, and his hair was back to normal.

Looking down at his torso he saw that the long winter, followed by all
the time spent sitting in the hospital with his grandfather, had left
him about five to ten pounds over his "fighting" weight.  Most of
Alan's exercise came from bicycling, and he had barely put his ass in
the saddle since autumn.  Over the winter his parents had given him a
car, the old one, when they bought a new model for his mom to use.  He
hadn't even been biking to school anymore, even when the weather had
warmed up.

Thinking about it deeply he closed his eyes and felt his whole body
tingle, and when he looked down he saw that he had slimmed down and
toned up.  He was having fun, and decided to slightly increase the
muscle mass of his arms and legs, but his first effort was shaky,
leaving him looking like Ah-nuld.  "Too freaky," he said to himself,
chuckling, and dialed it down considerably.  He spent a good hour
playing with his body, but in the end he looked almost exactly as he
had, though he kept the nine inch dick and the improved muscle tone. 
Just as he was slipping under the covers, around one in the morning,
dad knocked on the door with a grim look.  "Alan," his dad started,
"It happened.  Grandpa Joe is gone.  Mom's getting dressed, and we're
going over now."  Alan began to get dressed, all thoughts of the Seed
pushed to the back of his mind.

* * *

A few miles away Megan Kelly couldn't sleep.  She felt like she was
going crazy.  "How could I have let that happen?" she asked herself. 
"I could lose my job, be blacklisted from every school in the country.
 Everything I have worked for, down the tubes."  For some reason it
didn't matter to her as much as it should have.  She knew in her heart
that she was developing real feelings for the boy, and part of her
brain was telling her that love was more important than a career in
teaching.  But for Megan Kelly teaching was a defiant act against the
expectations of her upper-class parents.  She really didn't need the
job to support herself, her family was rich, and she was well provided
for up until her recent twenty-fifth birthday by her mom and dad, when
the trust left to her in her grandfather's will came under her
control.  People wouldn't have guessed by her middle-class lifestyle,
but her trust contained millions of dollars, almost ten million to be
exact.  When she began teaching she could sense the unspoken
disapproval from her parents.  They had expected her to be an upper
class wife and mother, Junior League, the right benefit committees,
and the rest.  They didn't understand why she wanted to work at all,
let alone be a teacher.

* * *

The men from the funeral home retrieved the body of Grandpa Joe from
the hospital, and Alan and his parents watched it disappear around the
corner.  His dad has his arm around his mother, supporting her, and
Alan took the keys from him to get the car and bring it around.  The
funeral was going to be held the next day, and Alan took his parents
home.  They needed to sleep.  It was almost two in the morning, and
they planned to be meet the funeral director at ten.  On the car ride
home Alan's dad told him that he wanted him to stay home from school
tomorrow, because he and mom would be out making arrangements, and
someone needed to be home to answer the phone.

* * *

When fifth period came around, Ms. Kelly was anxious to see Alan, but
was disappointed by his absence.  One of the other students in class
told her that she and Alan were in the same homeroom, and the teacher
there had told the class that Alan's grandfather had died.  Megan was
torn between her relief at not having to confront him over their
inappropriateness the day before, and her desire to be with him again,
to hold him close to her body and feel his warmth, and feel the warmth
running through her own body.

Later, in the principal's office, she asked the secretary about Alan
and the funeral.  The secretary told her that the funeral was
tomorrow, Thursday, in the afternoon, and that the family would be
receiving visitors that evening, after the burial.  Megan didn't know
if it was proper etiquette for her to show up at the house, but the
secretary informed her that a good-sized contingent from the school
would be going.  Megan didn't know until then that Alan's mother was
on the school board,  but was glad that this gave her a good excuse to
go to their house.  The lesson in fifth period had went well, and she
didn't know if it was because she lacked the distraction that Alan
would have presented to her.

* * *

While his parents spent the morning at the funeral home making
arrangements Alan used his unexpected free time alone to experiment
with his abilities.  The phone rang intermittently, mostly friends of
his mom, and he had a quiet house to himself.  He started with making
objects move.  He levitated some of the living room furniture and set
it down softly.  Once, when the phone was ringing and he was headed to
the kitchen where he had left the cordless headset he realized that he
needn't do so.  Just as the phone reached him he opened his hand to
take it.  Since no one else was around he couldn't use his power to
influence people, and the more he thought about doing it, the more
questions in his mind opened.  He wondered about the ethics of  taking
control of people.  One problem he foresaw was that he had no one to
talk to about his situation.  He didn't think his parents would
understand, let alone believe him if he were to tell them about the
Seed.  The other problem facing him was that there was no one to help
him.  The old man who gave it to him was dead, and he didn't know if
any other living person had a seed of their own.  Maybe he was the
only one, maybe there were hundreds or even thousands of seed people. 
They might even be clubs or associations, Alan didn't know, and
furthermore had no idea whom to ask, or even if asking was a good
idea.

So far, he thought, he had only influenced one person, Ms. Kelly.  He
didn't not know about the assistant principle, or Mr. Stanton, his
Physics teacher.  Both of them were about to discover Alan and Megan
together, the former during the lunchtime kiss, and the latter while
Alan and Megan were having sex.  The Seed had sent out a signal to
each, at the behest of Alan's subconscious to stay away from the
English classroom.

* * *

Around three o'clock Alan's parents returned.  After the funeral home
they had gone to Grandpa Joe's house to get him a suit of clothes to
wear for the burial.  Alan could see that his mother was physically
and emotionally debilitated and he did what he could to console her. 
Thoughts of the Seed and his new powers evaporated.

The next morning Alan stayed home from school again.  His father
hadn't said anything to him about staying home, but since the funeral
was today, at three in the afternoon, he figured that he would have to
leave school early anyway, to change into his suit, etc.  Plus, he his
mom had begun to depend on him, and he wanted to be there for her. 
Around noon a few of Alan's friends from school showed up, giving up
their lunch breaks to pay their respects.  A bunch of his mom's
friends had been milling about the house since after breakfast, and
Alan was glad for it because they occupied his mom, keeping her mind
off her loss.  Alan took his friends out to the back porch and they
shot the breeze for about a half an hour, until the time came that
they had to head back to school.

After the funeral and the burial, the limousine dropped Alan and his
folks off at their house.  The street was lined with cars.  Some of
their friends and neighbors had gone to their house after the funeral
to set up for the evening.  Alan saw that the dinner table was pushed
against the wall, groaning with plates of food and cakes.  Someone had
set up big coffee urns in the kitchen, and the house was littered with
folding chairs which had been lent by the funeral home.  Alan's mother
sat on the living room couch and people came in dribs and drabs to pay
their sympathies.  Alan sat next to his mom for a while, but after a
bit she shooed him away, telling him to hang out with his friends, so
he did.  There were a great many people in the house, friends and
neighbors, relatives, people from his dad's law firm, and a bunch of
people who knew his mom through her work on the school board.  Alan
even saw his principal from across the room. Some of his teachers,
past and present, came over to him to offer his sympathies.  He
started to wonder if Ms. Kelly was here; he figured she wasn't.  Ms.
Kelly was relatively new in town, and he didn't think she knew his
mother in a professional capacity.  His mother had never mention
knowing her, and Ms. Kelly had never indicated to him that she knew
about his mother's position.

As he stepped into the kitchen to get a soda he saw her.  She was
standing around with a klatch of teachers from his school, and when he
entered their eyes met.  All of the teachers in her group turned and
they greeted him individually, Ms. Kelly last.  A few of them had
hugged him, and she thought that since some already had, she could
also.  Megan stood on her tiptoes and put her arms around his neck,
her cheek resting for an instant on his.  They parted, Alan got his
drink and decided to leave the kitchen, thinking that his presence
made Ms. Kelly uncomfortable.

As the hour grew late, the crowd in the house began to thin.  As his
friends left Alan would walk them to their car, and his dad did the
same when his work colleagues left.  Around nine o'clock he saw a
bunch of people leave, and Ms. Kelly was at the coat rack which had
been placed in the foyer, another loan from the funeral home.  He
excused himself from conversation had had been having with his dad,
turning to Ms. Kelly and speaking in a voice loud enough so that the
people still at the house could hear him, he addressed his teacher,
"Wait up, Ms. Kelly, I'll walk you to the car and you can tell me
about the reading assignments I missed."  He saw her eyes widen for a
brief second, and she responded, "Don't worry Alan, you can make those
up anytime."

Alan approached her and said, still in a voice audible to the room,
"OK, thanks Ms. Kelly."  He paused for a second.  "I'll walk you to
your car anyway."  Alan's dad watched them leave together, and he
nodded his head in approval.  "We've raised such a little gentleman,"
he commented to his wife, and she agreed.  She didn't know what she
would have done without Alan these past few days.

* * *

"Do you want to have `the talk' now, Ms. Kelly?" Alan asked as they
walked towards her car.  "I have some time.  My parents are busy with
the visitors."  Alan had a pretty good idea about what Ms. Kelly had
to say to him.  She used the remote on her key chain to pop the locks
on her car, and gestured for Alan to get in on the other side.  As he
was settling himself in Alan considered his options.  He had pretty
much decided that he was OK with the idea of using the Seed to make
changes to himself, and his ability to move object with his mind was
cool, but he resolved only to use it in private.  He had considered
the mind control aspects of the Seed carefully, and decided that it
would be wrong, very wrong, to manipulate people into doing things
they didn't want to do, and he thought he had the will power to follow
through.  If Ms. Kelly out and out refused to continue their affair he
would live with it, but it looking at her, five days a week, for
another three months, the rest of the school year, would be a massive
test of his resolve.

He was surprised when Ms. Kelly started the engine.  He turned to her,
"What are you doing?  I though we would talk here." Ms. Kelly didn't
say anything for a minute.

"Alan." She paused. "I think it would be better if we talked in
private."  As they drove conflicting thoughts raced through her mind. 
A few minutes later she pulled up in front a row of townhouses,
parked, unbuckled herself, and got out of the car. Alan followed. 
After she had locked the door behind them she turned to Alan and threw
herself in his arms, her cheek resting on his chest, tears pouring
from her eyes.  Alan wrapped his arms around her and held her, his
shirt blotting her tears. She straightened up and pulled Alan into the
living room, having him take a seat on the chair, while she sat on the
sofa, facing him.  She didn't want to sit next to him, not entirely
trusting herself.

"I know why you want to speak to me, Ms. Kelly," he began.  She looked
at him, and sniffled, the reaction a byproduct of her crying jag in
the foyer.  Alan continued, "You want to tell me that we can't ever do
anything like that again, that you could lose your job and get into a
lot of trouble, right?"  Ms. Kelly was listening, her chin resting on
her chest, her eyes fixed downward, not daring to look at Alan.  "Let
me just say, Ms. Kelly, I understand, and if that's how it has to be,
I can deal with it."  He saw that his teacher had begun to cry again,
silently, a solitary tear running down her cheek.  He wanted to lean
over the coffee table which separated them and wipe it off, but he
decided that it might be inappropriate, so he sat quietly and waited
for her to respond.

She raised her head up to look at him, wiping her tear away with the
back of her hand.  She was so emotional that her throat felt
constricted, she thought she could barely breathe.  When she tried to
speak she could only whisper.  "Yes, that's exactly what I wanted to
say to you.  B-but I'm glad you said it because a big part of me
doesn't want to stop."  She let that conversational bomb hover in the
silent air for a few seconds before continuing.  Alan strained to hear
every word, her voice was so soft.  As she began to speak again Alan
could see that she was trembling.  He got up and walked around the
coffee table, sat next to her and held her.  She gave a hushed moan
and began shaking harder in his arms.  Alan kissed her on the top of
her head, admiring the pleasant odor of her hair, and she began to
calm.  When he thought that she had calmed down enough to speak again,
he leaned back and gently pushed her away so he could see her face. 
Still, she didn't speak for a minute or two, but rather stared
intently in his blue eyes.

He considered the situation again.  He was not using his powers to
force her responses.  Granted, he hadn't known that he was using his
powers last time, when they had sex in the classroom, but tonight he
didn't feel the telltale buzzing in his head, or for that matter, his
penis.  If Ms. Kelly decided to continue sleeping with him of her own
free will, he certainly had no objection.  Lost in his internal
deliberations, he took no notice as Ms. Kelly head approached his.  He
was shaken from his pensiveness by the feel of her lips brushing
against his.  He heartily returned the kiss, her mouth opening to
admit his tongue.  She tasted like coffee, he thought to himself.  She
broke the kiss and placed her chin on his shoulder, her body pressing
in to his.

"Ever since that day I haven't been able to think about anything else
but you, and what we did together," she began.  She was about to tell
him that she loved him, but bit her tongue, not wanting to spook him
away.  It was just a few minutes ago, when he held her and kissed the
top of her head which had put her over the edge.

She wanted him.  

She wanted to be with him.  

She wanted to be his girl.  

She hoped he would have her. Damn the consequences.

* * *

By this point Alan wasn't even surprised.  He could feel the heat
emanating from her as he held her.  He began to let his hands roam
over her body, rubbing her shoulder, back, and then her cute tushy. 
It was almost as if she was humming now, her body vibrating in
response to his attentions.  She was breathing through her nose, her
lips clamped shut over his earlobe, and he could feel her hot
exhalations on his neck.  She reared back and faced him again,
planting her lips on his, her hands reaching for the buttons on her
blouse.  She needed to feel his skin on hers again, immediately.  Alan
began unbuttoning his shirt, their lips never parting.  She slipped
out of her blouse and dropped in the floor behind her, then grabbed
Alan's shirt and tore it open, the last two or three buttons flying
off in different directions.

Alan brought his arms up to pull her into him, his hands rising to
reach the clasp on her brassiere.  She gasped slightly as he unhooked
it, pulling back and breaking their kiss as she wiggled out of it,
allowing it to fall between them, resting on his lap.  He opened his
legs and she put her knees between his thighs, resting her ass on the
back of her calves as she moved to recommence their kiss.  Pressing
her mouth to his, she parted his shirt and rubbed her hard nipples in
his chest hair and up against his hard chest, mewling happily.  She
pulled his shirt down as far as she could, the collar touching the
middle of his back and the rest of it bunched at the crook of his
elbows.  She was squirming with heat, and she realized with a start
that she had begun licking his face, like a cat.  Startled, she looked
at him, and was giddy at his smile. He enveloped her in his strong
arms, and stood lifting her to her feet.  "Which way his the bedroom?"
he asked, not letting her free from his hug.  She pointed her head at
the stairs, and he lifted her up in his arms, like a groom carrying
his bride across the threshold.  She put her arms around his neck and
he carried her up the steps.

Gently he lowered her to the bed.  He straightened up and unbuckled
his belt, letting his pants fall to the floor.  He slipped out of his
shoes, and stepped out of his pants.  He peeled his socks off.  She
was reaching behind herself to take of her skirt when he stopped her. 
"Let me do that, Ms. Kelly."  She blushed.  He got on the bed and
leaned over her, kissing her breasts as he reached around to unzip her
skirt.  She lifted her ass of the bed and he threw it to the floor,
his hands quickly at her hips to shed her of her panties.  In the dim
light of the room he tugged her underpants down, her legs rising to
let him get them off her.  He rolled over onto his back beside her,
and she turned on her side so they could kiss.  Hands went flying
everywhere as they explored each other's bodies.  In the back of her
mind Megan was slightly confused.  When they had hooked up earlier in
the week she didn't remember Alan being so well defined, but she was
not about to stop what they were doing to each other to complain or
ask questions.

Alan's right hand reached down and felt her wetness.  She gasped and
moaned when she felt him touch her there and began to shiver with
desire.  "Alan," she hissed, "You make me feel so good.  I need you. I
n-n-need you to touch me. K-keep doing that."  She was gasping, her
body shaking violently, and when she came, she screamed out his name
over and over again.  Alan held her by her shoulders and rotated her
so she was atop him.  He nudged her into place, her dripping pussy
rubbing against his turgid erection.  Her eyes popped open when she
felt his cock rub against her slit, and she raised herself up on her
haunches and placed the head against her pussy.  Slowly she sank down
on his long cock, and this time it was he who gasped.  She was tight,
and the feel of her still-spasming pussy electrified him.  He
concentrated on not coming, and in the back of his skull he could feel
the buzzing sensation again.  When her ass rested on his pelvis he
reached up to caress her rosy nipples, and she shuddered.  "It's so
wrong Alan, what we're doing, but I need it. I need you," she gasped,
her face wearing a crooked grin.  "I'm fucking you Alan...I'm fucking
you Alan," she kept repeating, as if her mantra.  Alan continued to
toy with her nipples, gently pinching them, sometimes rubbing them
with the flats of his palms in a circular motion, and after just a few
minutes she came, her body falling forward, collapsing onto his chest,
her screams of joy bouncing off the bedroom walls.

Alan wasn't done.

He rolled her over and reinserted himself into her pussy, slowly
pistoning his cock from tip to base.  Ms. Kelly stared up at him with
unbelieving eyes, too caught up in the moment to say anything.  She
began whimpering, and grabbed the sides of his head, pulling him down
so she could drive her tongue into her mouth.  He gradually picked up
his pace, and after a few minutes was fucking her with great force. 
She arched her back and came, her body becoming stiff.  Alan shot his
load into her pussy and she groaned in pleasure, insensible from the
passion she felt towards him.  They collapsed, her body falling to the
mattress, his on top of hers, his deflating penis gradually slipping
from her depths.  He rolled over onto his back and she rolled over
too, placing the side of her face against his shoulder.  He put his
arm around her, his hand resting on her hip, and her hand lightly
stroked his chest, her fingers softly raking through his chest hairs.

Alan glanced over to her bedstand and checked the time.  When he got
home he would tell his parents he went for a long walk to come to
terms for his grief over Grandpa Joe.  If they didn't buy it he would
use the Seed to fix it, deciding that it wouldn't hurt using the power
this one time.  He would have to be more careful in the future.

Ms. Kelly was purring contentedly next to him in bed, and he continued
to stroke her hip.  They were both covered in sweat, which was
evaporating and making them chilly, so he reached down and pulled at
the comforter, which was folded up at the foot of the bed, over the
two of them.  They cuddled for awhile, enjoying their post-coital
bliss, and Alan looked at the clock and saw that it was coming up on
10:30.  He turned on his side and kissed her forehead, and she sighed
in response.  Propping himself up on his elbow he looked down at her
beautiful face, with his free hand moving a few strands of hair out of
her eyes.  She looked back with a worshipful gaze, and he broke the
silence.  "Uh, Miss Kelly?  Would you mind driving me home?" He paused
a beat and added,  "It's a school night and I have a curfew."  She
giggled at this and they detached and began to dress.

"You know Alan," she said as she slipped into a pair of slacks, "When
we're alone, I'd like you to call me `Megan'."  They both thought this
was extraordinarily funny for some reason, and with laughter in the
air the went downstairs so Alan could put his shirt on before leaving
the townhouse.  At the door Megan peeked her head out to see of the
coast was clear, and they ran to the car.

* * *

Pulling up to his driveway the kissed briefly, and Alan let himself
out of the car, and slowly made his way to the house.  He buttons that
had been ripped off his shirt were on the bottom, and he tucked his
shirttails into his pants so no one could see the damage.  The front
hall was empty when he came in, so he hied it up the stairs, closing
the door to his room behind him. As he was undressing to shower he
heard a knock at his door and his dad's face appeared in the doorway a
few seconds later.  "Hey son, I heard you come in.  Where did you
disappear to tonight?" his dad asked.  Alan told him the story about
taking a walk, and his dad nodded in understanding.

After the shower Alan was sorry that he had washed Megan's smell off
his body.  He sat down at his computer, logged in and began to sift
through his e-mail.  It was only 11:15, and he usually didn't go to
bed until after midnight, and tonight he seemed wired.  He had
expected Ms. Kelly, Megan, to reject him because of propriety, but he
was delighted by her lust for him.  He hadn't even pushed her into
doing it with his power.  He gave up on using the computer, too
distracted by the fresh memories of his encounter with Megan.

Firing up the CD player he slipped in a disc by the punk band Bad
Religion, this one titled `Stranger than Fiction'.  His
skateboard-freak cousins from California had turned him onto the band,
and his parents room was on the other side of the house, so as long as
he kept the volume reasonable he wouldn't disturb them.  Pressing the
shuffleplay button he the lowered himself on the bed and began to
relax.  The second song that played was called "Hooray for Me," and
the lyrics took on a whole new meaning for Alan.

"Tell me...can you imagine, for a second
Doing anything just `cus you wanted to?
Well that's just what I do, so hooray for me... 
AND FUCK YOU!"

and a later, slightly different version of the chorus

"Yeah tell me... can you imagine, for a second
trying half the things you ever wanted to?
Well that's just what I do, so hooray for me..."

You know the rest.

NEXT CHAPTER: Alan loosens his self-imposed rules about his use of his
powers

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