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Bare as you dare
By Emi Tsuruta

Note: this is one in a series of posts about my life.  If you'd
like to know more about my friends and me, please drop by my home
page at:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/emitsuruta/www/

One evening a while back, my boyfriend Ryosuke took me out to
this pub here in Oceanview called Hernando's.  He isn't really
into the club scene, so at first, I wondered what he was up to. 
Once we were there though, he pointed out this sign: 'Skin
Thursdays.  Go bare as you dare.  Show the most skin to win $$$.'
 I should have known.  I swear he has a one track mind.  Later
while we watched, they called some women up to the stage, and the
judges chose who was the most daring, and gave her a prize.

"You should enter," Ryosuke told me, nudging my elbow.  I wasn't
really dressed for it that day, but I wasn't against the idea. 
After that night, we'd drop by at Hernando's every once in a
while, just to meet up with people, and see what was going on. 
My friend Fujiko, the tennis instructor, came with us one time,
and brought her house mates, Winston, the Chinese swimmer, and
Gus.  The East Indian guy from the Halloween party, Margas was
another regular, and they hung around with Sven, a big tall
blonde guy.  I don't think Sven is actually Swedish, but he just
dyes his hair blonde to pass himself off as a sophisticated
European.  He is kind of handsome in his though and a bit of a
good time guy.  He sometimes goes a bit overboard, lifting me or
one of the other girls up over his shoulder and spinning us
around. /('o')/  I realize he's just trying to be friendly, but I
was pretty surprised the first time he did it.

Anyway, the nights we went to Hernando's, I tried out different
outfits - my black faux leather dress with the lace up sides or
my fire engine red apron dress with matching panties - toying
with the idea of entering the contest.  The guys were all really
supportive, but I felt shy though about putting myself out there
like that.  I did work on my dance moves, imitating some girl
dancers I'd seen in a K-pop video, shaking my 'booty,' yucking it
up for Sven and them.  They seemed to get a kick out of it at
least.

One day, I finally decided to just go for it.  I still wanted to
keep up my good girl image though, so I got out this frilly white
mini-dress that I'd picked up recently.  It was an interesting
design actually.  It had two spaghetti straps that tie in bows on
each shoulder.  It was kind of open at the sides just under my
arms, and the bottom part was a billowing flirt skirt, a bit
higher at the back than the front.  I also put on a pair of
colorful open toe platform sandals just to keep with the summery
theme.  I didn't wear a bra, but I did pull on some white cotton
panties I'd bought in Japan.  Oh and for the trip there, I wore a
jacket, just to keep my outfit a surprise.  I'd been pretending
all along like the contest thing was no big deal, but now that I
was finally ready, I was looking forward to seeing if I could
win.

Anyway, I met up with Ryosuke and them, and we went to the club
fairly early.  After I checked my jacket, I noticed Daniel
Francis was there with his preppy buddies.  Daniel is the
handsome son in the big house where Ryosuke lives.  Daniel waved,
but didn't come over.  I began to feel a bit self-conscious about
my dress though.  Because I wasn't wearing a bra, you could kind
of see a bit of side-boobage, not to mention my panties from the
back.  I didn't know how I felt about parading around like this
with Daniel right here.  I was worried he might tell his parents,
and word would get around.

Wanting to hide while I thought this through, I went straight to
the back of the club, and sat down at a table in the corner. 
Sven and them followed me in, not sure what I was up to.  They
sat down at a table nearby, and ordered drinks.  When I went to
fish out my money to pay the waitress, I noticed Margas staring
at my side, probably getting a little peek at my breast.  I
covered up, but that just reminded me of how exposed I was.  I
kept hoping that Daniel would leave, but he and his friends
seemed to have settled in for the night.

Ryosuke eventually came over to see what I was doing.

"What's wrong, sweetie?" he asked.  I pointed over at Daniel. 
"Oh, don't worry about him.  He's an okay guy once you get to
know him."  Ryosuke had been living with the Francis's for quite
a while by then, so I guess he knew Daniel pretty well.  I'd only
met Daniel the times I'd gone over to their house, and even then,
we hadn't really talked that much.  I'd kept this a secret from
Ryosuke, but I kind of thought Daniel was cute.  I didn't know if
I wanted him to see me like this, dressed up like a bit of a
tart.

"You're making a big deal over nothing," Ryosuke insisted.  "Why
don't you just scoot over to the judges table, and see what they
make of your outfit?"

I just sat there looking at Ryosuke for a while, but then I
finally got up, and he gave me a little smack on my rear end.  I
gave him a dirty look, but he was just ignoring me by then
talking with Sven.

Anyway, I finally headed over to the judges table to ask about
the contest.  There were a whole bunch of girls there that night
- not particularly pretty ones... in my view anyway - but they
were all flocked around the judges trying to make an impression.
I didn't want to intrude, so I just asked the clerk when the
deadline was for applying, and he said I still had time.  Unable
to break into the circle around the judges, I trudged back to
Ryosuke.  He could see I looked dejected, so he pulled me over
onto his lap.

"What'd they say?"

"I didn't get talking to the judges.  There were too many girls
there," I moped.  Ryosuke peered over at these girls, but clearly
they weren't his type either.

"You could win this, you know," he said.

"How?"

"Just take off your panties," he smiled, patting me on my rear
end again.

"Yeah, right," I laughed, figuring he must be joking.  He kept
nodding though, and then ran his finger down the crack of my rear
to get me to squeal.  I stood up to get away from him before the
others got suspicious, but it was a kind of interesting idea.  
The club was fairly dark, but there were an awful lot of people
around.  That would get the judges' attention, though.  I pinched
his cheek to punish him for feeling me up, and then headed off.

"Where are you going?" he called after me.

"Nowhere.  I'm just going outside to get some air."  I strolled
over to the entrance showing the bouncer the stamp on my hand,
and stepped out onto the patio out in front.  There were still a
few people sitting at the outdoor tables, but it was a lot
quieter out here.  I could still feel Ryosuke's hands on my
bottom, and I have to admit I was more than a little excited by
then, parading around in this indecent outfit in front of all
these people.  Daniel being here was annoying, but maybe
Ryosuke's right that he'd be cool with whatever.  I'd kind of
teased Daniel a few times before, and he'd never told Ryosuke or
his parents about it.  If I am going to go for this, I guess
tonight's as good a night as any.

I glanced back and forth to make sure no one was coming, and then
hid off to the side in the entranceway.  I slid my thumbs into
the waistband of my panties, and yanked them down.  I felt this
incredible rush from doing such a thing in such a public place. 
I was so worked up though that my panties got tangled around my
ankles, so I frantically tried to shake them loose before someone
came.  I finally got my panties off, and tucked them away in my
purse, just as a few new partiers arrived.

My heart was pounding in my chest, but I did my best to act like
nothing was wrong.  When I turned to go back inside though, one
of the guys stared down at my hiney, curious.  The problem I
guess was the night breeze was blowing up the back of my dress
causing my skirt to billow up.  I wasn't really sure how much he
could see, but my whole hindquarters felt quite airy now, and the
breeze was tickling my pussy.  Oh god.   Maybe this wasn't such a
good idea after all.

Anyway, I bit my lip, and ignored him, showing my stamp to the
bouncer again, who let me back in.  I made a beeline for the
judges table, intending to just zip in, tease them a bit, and
then change back into my panties again.

Before I could make it to the judges though, I ran smack dab into
Daniel, who'd finally decided to come over, and say hi.  My heart
sped up as he came closer, and my hello kitty was tingling like
crazy.

"Hey, Emi!  What are you doing here?" he smiled.  I turned to
look to Ryosuke for support, only to find Sven and them all
squinting over at me.  For some reason, my dress now seemed to be
attracting more attention than before.  I felt for the hem, and
it had floated up, leaving quite a bit of my bare bottom exposed.
 Fortunately, the club was pretty dark, but I'm pretty sure
that's why they were all staring over at me.

Ryosuke got up, and came over - to rescue me I was hoping - but
instead he just shook Daniel's hand, happy to see him.  I stood
there listening to them talk, but some of the guys sitting closer
to us were now looking over this way.  I did my best to push my
skirt down, but I think that just served to tip off Daniel that
something was up.  Worse still, my face felt hot, and had
probably gone red from the embarrassment of standing there
pantiless in the middle of this crowded club.

"Who are you here with?" Daniel asked looking to me instead of
Ryosuke.  To answer his question, I turned to the side to point
out Sven and them, but when I did, Daniel's eyes darted down to
my rear end.  The sneaky little devil!  I turned back towards
him, but he kept on asking.

"Which one is Margas?" he smiled.

"That one," I quickly pointed out.

"And which one is Gus?"

At this point, I gave him a suspicious look.  He must be doing
this on purpose, trying to get me to turn away, so he could take
a better look at my backside.  I checked Ryosuke's reaction, but
he didn't seem worried at all.  Maybe he hadn't realized I'd
actually taken my panties off.

Trying not to make it too obvious, I finally turned full circle,
letting Daniel see my bare bottom.

"That tall one is Gus," I pointed, peering coyly back at Daniel
over my shoulder.  Sure enough, his eyes darted down to my
backside again, sending a charge of electricity shooting through
my body.  Wow!  He is checking me out!  Maybe he likes me!

Suddenly, we heard a burst of laughter coming from the judges'
table.  I don't think it was about me, but I looked over anyway
to see what was going on.

"Oh, I'm sorry.  Were you on your way somewhere?" Daniel asked,
noticing my interest in the judges.

"Oh I... uh...," I started, not wanting to admit I was here for
the contest.  "I heard there is a contest going on..."

"Oh, the bare as you dare contest.  That is quite the outfit you
have on."

I smiled at the compliment, but he motioned for me to do a little
pirouette, and show him.  I straightened my skirt as best I
could, and twirled around, but between me blushing and Sven and
them with their eyes glued to my hips, it must have been obvious
that something was up.

"You look... Wow!  You look great!" Daniel gushed.  I don't think
I'd ever seen him get excited about anything before, so I was a
bit flattered.  "Are you wearing a thong?" he asked point blank.
I pushed my skirt down, and turned back to face him.

"Something like that.  Anyway, I'm going to go over, and ask
about this contest thing.  See you a bit later."  I squeezed
Ryosuke's hand before leaving, and waved goodbye to Daniel.  They
both watched me walk away, their eyes firmly on my posterior
trying to figure out what it was I was wearing underneath my
dress.  I'm guessing that Ryosuke had figured it out by then, but
maybe Daniel didn't know for sure.

Anyway, I sauntered up to the judges table, getting even more
nervous.

"My name is Emi, Emi Tsuruta," I told the clerk.  "Can I still
register?"

The clerk seemed pretty blase about the whole thing, perhaps
because he saw this every week.  I smiled at each judge, and
shook their hands.  They looked surprised for some reason,
perhaps by my cheerfulness or maybe by how revealing my dress
was.  Well, that's a good sign!

"Yeah, sure.  Fill out this form," the clerk said.  He handed me
a pen and a piece of paper to fill out with my name and address.
I needed a flat surface to write on, but he motioned for me to
use the table they were sitting at.  I tried to move to the side
to get away from everyone, but when I squatted down, I could feel
the hem on my dress pull way up exposing my bare bottom.  I was
hoping that the darkness would make it hard to see, but the
judges must have sensed that something was going on because two
of them jumped up to help me with the questionnaire.  In a way,
it was lucky because they came around behind me, shielding me
from the crowd.  I knew that they could probably see my bare
behind though, so I peered up at them with my big black eyes,
begging them not to give away my secret.

One other judge was trying to get a peek at my pussy.  I found
that a bit forward of him, but actually, I kept shifting my legs
back and forth, teasing him with the possibility that I might
show him.

Even when I stood up, the hem of my skirt got caught on the curve
of my behind, leaving my bottom uncovered.  This was all a bit
much.  I was beginning to space out, too horny to think even. 
The judge standing next to me thanked me, and shook my hand,
obviously quite taken with my charms.

"Where are you from?  Do you live around here?  Do you come here
often?"

I giggled at the sudden barrage of questions, coyly rocking back
and forth threatening to show the judges who were still seated my
bare ass.  I honestly don't know what had gotten into me.  I'd
never really done this kind of thing before.  My pussy was on
fire, but it felt so good.  I was loving the attention - the
naughtiness of taunting them with my body.  The clerk though
didn't look so amused, and took the form from me, suggesting,

"Here.  Have a seat over there, and we'll call you."

I finally straightened out my skirt, and then strode back to the
table with Sven and them.  They all crowded around, asking me how
it went.

"It was fine.  I registered," I told them calmly, pulling away to
go sit back down.  It was becoming a real strain to keep my
feelings in check.  I felt so horny it wasn't even funny anymore.
 Margas was sitting next to me, and he stared down at my bare
thighs, still wondering what on earth I was wearing underneath my
dress.  I didn't want to tease him, so I just waited there
quietly, trying not to draw any more attention.

Finally, the emcee went up on stage to announce the finalists. 
There were three other American girls, but then right at the last
possible moment, he called my name.

"Emi Tsuruta!  Come on up!"

Wow!  They picked me!  Sven and them all clapped, and cheered as
I headed up to the stage.  I felt a faint twinge of guilt.  I
knew of course that I should have gone, and pulled my panties
back on, but I guess it's a bit late for that now.  I strode up
to the stage, doing my best to smile, and hide my embarrassment.
The other girls were all quite tall though, so I stretched my
back as I took to the podium to try to look tall too.  I was
trying to look as poised and confident as I could, but actually,
my mind had gone almost completely blank under the hot
spotlights, up here in front of everybody.  Soon though, the
emcee came with his mike to ask me some questions.

"What's your name?"

"Emi."

"And what kind of outfit is this you're wearing today?"

I stared out at the crowd almost in shock at being called up here
in front of all these people.

"This is just stuff I bought here in Oceanview downtown in the
fashion district.  Body Glove, Rip Curl... or actually, I don't
think this dress is a brand at all," I told them, babbling
whatever came into my head.

"It is lovely.  Here, can you turn around, and model it for us?"

I actually heard his question, but I continued to rattle on,

"Here, did you check out my sandals?  There's a little chain
hanging from the buckle almost like a bracelet."  I tapped my toe
making the chain jangle.  The audience laughed at this, but the
emcee went back to his question.

"That's great, but could you turn around?  Everyone wants to see
your full ensemble."

Worried, I felt at the back for my dress, but standing up tall
the way I was had pulled the hem way up exposing practically my
whole bottom.  Bringing my hand around to the front, I slowly
realize that the guys sitting down in the front row might even be
able to see my pussy.  I'd gone for a bikini wax not long before,
but honestly never in my wildest dreams did I think I'd end up
showing it to anyone today.  Oh oh.  Am I in trouble here?

I scanned the audience looking for Daniel, but thankfully he was
sitting a bit further back.  My senses were completely on fire
though.  I can't remember the last time I was so excited.

"I... uh...  I... uh.."  With the back of my skirt floating way
up above where it should be, I wasn't so keen on turning around
in front of all these people.  Unfortunately, the emcee was still
looking at me, waiting for me to turn.  "Um, there's a problem
with my skirt," I explained, blushing like crazy.  Smiling and
mugging for the audience, he took a peek at my behind to see what
the big deal is.

"That's okay, sweetheart," he assured me.  "It's a bare as you
dare contest... and you've obviously come prepared."  The
audience broke out laughing again.  Embarrassed, I covered my
behind with my hand, but touching the bare skin just got me even
more excited.  Unable to stop myself, I could feel an orgasm
coming on.

"Turn around," some guy in the audience yelled, and then a few of
them started chanting.  I stared out into the crowd finally
spotting Ryosuke, but he just shrugged.  I'm up here now.  It's a
bit late to turn back now, he seemed to be saying.

Nervous and teetering a bit on my high platform sandals, I slowly
turned around showing them my back.  There was a huge round of
applause, wolf-whistles, guys beating the tables with their
hands.  I was happy that they all liked how I look, but I felt
distinctly self-conscious standing up here in front of all these
people letting them see my bare ass.  So nervous that I almost
lost my balance, I spread my legs to steady myself... leading to
even greater applause.  I peered back wide-eyed over my shoulder
at the audience, a bit awed by their reaction.  Sven and Margas
were both giving me the thumbs up, and Daniel was sharing some
joke with his friends.  Oh god.  Please let this be over soon.

"And what's this you were saying about the chain?" the emcee
asked.

"Oh, just on the buckle of my sandal," I told him.  He pretended
not to be able to see, so balancing on one foot still with my
back to the audience, I lifted the other foot up to show him.  I
spread my legs in the process, but that was just getting me
hornier still.  The audience was eating it up though.  "I have a
matching chain on my necklace which jangles if I shake it," I
showed him turning back around to face them.  The audience seemed
a little disappointed when I turned, but that was good in a way.
I guess my dress was covering more at the front than the back.

"Here, show us.  Shake the chain," he instructed.  I tugged on
it, but for some reason it wouldn't jangle.

"Jump!" he suggested.

"What?"

"Jump up and down!"

I opened my mouth wide feigning shock at his suggestion.  He was
of course trying to get me to flash my pussy at the audience.  No
one said I had to do that!

Suddenly, though the DJ started playing this gangster rap song
called 'Jump Around.'  The audience all laughed, and the other
girls started dancing to the music.  They were all wearing
underwear, but they were obviously still hoping to win this. 
Trying to deflect attention away from my pussy, I took the
emcee's hand, and tried to get him to dance with me, which got an
even bigger laugh.  Soon though, they were all singing "Jump! 
Jump!  Jump!" to the song, obviously aimed at me.

Realizing that they weren't going to let this go, I finally
decided to jump, but before I did, I turned my back to the
audience again.  They'd already seen my bare booty once, so maybe
that wouldn't be so bad.  Facing away from them, I started
hopping and jumping almost as if I were skipping rope in time to
the music.

"Can you hear it?  It's jangling!" I gushed as if anyone cared
about my necklace.  The crowd was going absolutely wild.  Even
though they couldn't see my pussy, the hem of my dress kept
bobbing up above my waist, exposing my precious little bottom
each time it did.  All this dancing was making the cider go to my
head, and my inhibitions, not so strong at the best of times,
were starting to fall.  I went into my booty shake routine, and
everyone was laughing now, getting a real kick out of my act.

Unfortunately, all this jumping had another effect that I didn't
notice at first.  My spaghetti straps had slipped off my
shoulders, and the bows were coming loose.  I probably wasn't
making things any better by flinging my skirt around like a
flamenco dancer.  It was only when my nipples popped out of my
dress that I finally realized the problem, and grabbed my dress
before it fell off.

The music eventually stopped, and thankfully, my dress was now
low enough to cover my pussy and rear again, but my headlights
had popped right out of their protective shell.  I looked over
forlornly at that emcee, and he finally took pity on me.  He
motioned for the lighting guy to dim the lights.

"Now we'll take a short break," he told the audience.  Some
people in the crowd started booing, but I scooted over to the far
side of the stage, relieved to be out of the spotlight.  I was
still dazed and horny, clutching my dress which was tangled
awkwardly around my rib cage.  The emcee followed me over.  He
could see I was struggling to get my dress back up without
flashing everyone any more than I already had.

"Here, let me help you with that," he offered.  I was really kind
of hoping that Ryosuke would come rescue me, but I couldn't see
him, so I nodded for the emcee to take a hold of the top of my
dress from the back.  He held it there while I did each shoulder
tie back up.

"Has anything like this happened before?" I asked, still in
shock, more at my own actions than anything else.

"No, I don't think it has," he smiled.  Just as I got the first
tie done up, I notice the bartender staring over at me or
actually at my pubic region in particular.  I looked down only to
realize that this emcee guy has pulled my dress up, supposedly to
make it easier for me to get the ties done up, but uncovering my
pussy in the process.  I smiled apologetically at the bartender,
but all the guys sitting at the counter were staring at my pussy
wide-eyed, shocked I guess that innocent little me was prancing
around up here half naked.  I quickly spun around to hide, and
face the emcee, but he seemed a bit flustered himself, perhaps
because he'd been peeking at my ass.

"Is this over yet?  Can I go sit down?" I asked, finally getting
the other tie done up.

"Uh, you might want to go over, and show your family jewels to
the judges," he stammered.

"What?" I gawked, astonished at his frankness.

"Your necklace, I mean, your necklace and the chain on your
shoes.  Show them," he rushed to clarify.  A bit startled, I
stalked over to the judges table wondering if he really meant I
should show them my pussy.  What kind of contest is this anyway?

The judges were still in a huddle, talking over what had
happened, but they broke it up, and turned to face me when I got
closer.

"Well, Ms. Tsuruta, that was quite some show you put on out
there," the leader told me, grinning from ear to ear.

"Yeah, well, I'm sorry.  I'm not really used to this kind of
thing," I blushed, looking down at the floor.

"No, no.  I meant that in a good way.  You were great.  You're
gorgeous," he let slip out at the end.

"Um, thank you, I guess."  I wasn't really sure what they wanted
me to say.

"You have a great body.  Do you work out?" another asked.

"I swim a little, and play beach volleyball."

"If you don't mind my asking, what gave you the idea to come in
that outfit?" he said obviously wondering about my lack of
underwear.

"Oh that was just kind of a spur of the moment thing," I told
them, my body heating up again.

"In all the times we've done this, I don't think we've ever had a
girl come in off the street dressed like that," he said gesturing
at my skirt.  Feeling even more embarrassed, I just stared down
at the floor.

"Would you be willing to do a little victory dance for us?"

"Have I won?" I lighted up.

"Yes, you have.  I don't think we've ever had a young lady quite
as daring as you."

I thanked the leader, shaking his hand, pretty happy that at
least I'd won the contest.  They signaled for the emcee to go
back up on stage, and passed him an envelope.  He ran through the
runners-up, and then announced,

"And the winner is... Ms. Emi Tsuruta.  A big round of applause
for lovely Miss Emi."

I climbed back up onto the stage, a bit taken back at all the
applause.  Sven and them were all cheering like crazy, and it did
feel good to win.  They gave me this big fake check as my prize.
It wasn't for that much money, but I could use it to buy some new
clothes or something like that.

The DJ did play some music, and the emcee tried to get me to
dance, but I was a bit shyer this time, dancing really slowly so
as not to flip my skirt up.  When my victory song ended, I
thanked them all, and clomped back over to my group.  Ryosuke
gave me a kiss, and held onto the check, but when I turned to
Sven, he grabbed me by the waist, and lifted me up flinging me
over his shoulder again.  At first, I was just like 'here we go
again,' but suddenly, I remembered that I still didn't have any
panties on.  Sven, the sneaky devil, was deliberately trying to
show all these people my pussy!

I beat on his back with my fists, trying to get him to let me
back down, but probably he was so drunk and horny that he barely
noticed.  I hung on tight as he twirled me around, desperately
trying to keep my feelings in check.  It was hard not to feel
embarrassed though with my fanny high in the air and all these
horny guys looking on and cheering.  It was kind of a turn on
though if I'm going to be perfectly honest.  I tried to push my
skirt back down, but Sven was twirling me this way and that so
after a while, I just broke out laughing and let them all look.

Even after he let me back down, my face was burning hot, and I
could barely get over what had happened.  Ah well.  At least the
guys seemed to like it.

I stumbled over to where Ryosuke was, and whispered,

"Here.  We'd better get out of here, before all these guys start
getting ideas."

He put his arms up, and told the crowd,

"Show's over, everyone.  Move along," while Sven and Gus and them
gathered up their stuff to go.  On the way out, they gathered
around to shield me from the crowd, but Margas somehow got a hold
of my skirt again, and was yanking it up to check out my rear.

"I didn't get to see," he whined.  Luckily, Gus had brought his
car, so we headed straight for it, and bundled in with a few
stragglers from the club still following us.  There wasn't really
enough room for the five of us, so I sat on Ryosuke's lap.  I
could feel his erection poking at me, and to tell you the truth,
I was still feeling pretty horny myself.  Ryosuke got his hand up
my skirt, and was fingering me, but it was hard to do more with
Margas and the guys right there looking on.

Gus dropped me off at my place first.  I gave Ryosuke a deep
kiss, a promise to meet up again soon, and then took my huge
check and purse into the house.  Inside the house, Loretta, my
host mom, was still up.  She looked at me, surprised I guess to
see me drunk, my dress all messed up, my skirt still floating
pretty high.

"What's that?" she asked pointing at the mega-size check.

"Oh I just won this contest.  It's nothing," I told her, not
wanting to get into the details.  She got me to show her the
check, and still wanted to know what it was for.

"It's just this thing at the club we go to.  I got lucky," I
explained, and then headed up for bed.  I'm pretty sure Loretta
is still suspicious about that night, but anyway, all-in-all, it
went off not too badly, considering.  It could have been worse.

Emi Tsuruta
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/emitsuruta/www/

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