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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
SUMMER OF SIN
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Chapter Sixteen
Sister Mary was leading me to the bedroom I�d been assigned, to
wash all the honey off me, when I thought I heard something outside. I
slowed my steps and paused. Sister Mary yanked fiercely on my arm.
�Come along, child!� she said impatiently. �I must prepare your
dinner. I must give you your bath. I have much to do and--� she broke off
in mid-sentence. I rubbed my shoulder where she�d pulled at my arm. She
heard it too.
�Someone�s coming,� I breathed. I felt a wave of relief wash over
me. I heard horses. Horses! I saw, in my mind�s eye, a gallant knight
leaping down from his steed and rescuing me from these two priests and
their rude serving woman.
�I say? What is that?� Father Brannigan said, hurrying into the hall.
He pushed at his erect penis as he walked, attempting to stuff it back into
his clerical robes. He grimaced, somehow managing to get himself in, and
yanked on his zipper. Father Virgil followed, struggling with his own big
penis.
Father Brannigan opened the front door. A figure was already on the
porch outside. She stormed into the foyer. Father Virgil gave a surprised
shout and found himself face-to-face with a woman, with his dick hanging
out of his pants.
�Sister Lilith!� Father Brannigan roared. The light from the bright
afternoon outside flooded into the dark foyer of the house. I could make
out only the shape of an outline. A nun�s habit, robes showed in outline
against the door. Suddenly the nun lifted her hand up to her head and tore
off her habit. A mass of blonde hair tumbled freely down over her
shoulders. She stepped deeper into the house. A man entered behind her.
He closed the door. Quietly he removed his hat. I saw he was a work man.
He was dressed in overalls. He held in his hand a whip, large and sinuous.
It was clutched efficiently in his big, gnarled hands. I expected him to
gaze at me with interest but instead he lowered his eyes, meekly.
My own gaze returned to the woman. She stood before us, almost as
tall as the two priests. Twin eyes, large and passionate, burned in her
face. They were blue, blue as the sky, and deep as the bowl of sunlit
heaven.
�Father Brannigan and Father Virgil, I presume?� the woman asked.
She was young, for a nun. She might have been 25, but no more. In fact, I
guessed, she might have been younger than 25, but the mature manner of
her bearing made her look older. (I later learned she was just 19. Indeed,
her bearing and composure gave her a sophistication far beyond her years.
She was exceedingly bright too; her intelligence had given her a position
of power and prominence at the convent. She already had three years�
worth of work done toward a college degree.)
With flashing, inquisitive eyes, Sister Lilith quickly sized up the
four of us. Father Brannigan, clearing his throat, sounding like an old goat
caught doing something perverted; Father Virgil, haplessly erect,
displaying his penis to her penetrating gaze, myself with honey smeared
all over my titties and cunt, and cat�s pee on my belly.
�You two have been using this old, neglected piece of church
property to entertain yourselves with young girls,� Sister Lilith said
accusingly to the two priests. Both men, despite being older than her,
flinched and fidgeted under her stare.
�We, ah, took it over from Father Slade,� Father Brannigan said. He
cleared his throat again.
�We�re examining the Flesh,� Father Virgil offered, showing quite a
hunk of his own flesh through the zipper of his pants.
�One must know the properties of the Flesh if one is to lead it away
from Sin, and toward the will of God,� Father Brannigan said.
Sister Lilith brushed past the two men. She walked over to me. She
looked down at me. I trembled under her stare. The men�s gig was up; I
knew that. They would be in deep trouble. Perhaps she�d have them sent
off to prison. I guessed all this in a minute; I hadn�t watched every
episode of America�s Most Wanted for nothing!
With a strange, sinking feeling, thinking all that, I realized Sister
Lilith�s eyes were no longer fixed on my face. She was gazing at my
breasts. �What is your name?� Sister Lilith asked, intending, perhaps, to
lift her eyes again to my face, asking me that question. But instead her
eyes remained (involuntarily?) fixed to my twin bosoms. She wound up
addressing her question to my mammaries.
�Chloe,� I answered in a meek voice.
�Father Brannigan and Father Virgil are well-built, don�t you think?�
Sister Lilith asked my breasts.
�Yes,� I said. I lifted a finger nervously to my mouth and sucked
tensely on it. What was this woman up to?
�I won�t interfere, if you don�t want me to,� Sister Lilith said. Her
eyes still gazed with complete interest at my bosoms. I wondered if she
herself, for all her intelligence, realized that some strange passion had
seized her and caused her to talk to my tits.
�I--� I began.
�You wish to have them to yourself. I understand,� Sister Lilith
said. �I accept that. But--� with a force of will she suddenly broke her
gaze from my clinging bare bosoms. They looked with intense penetration
into my eyes. I drew back, frightened. I bumped into Sister Mary, standing
behind me, and found I could go no further. �I want a piece of your ass
too,� Sister Lilith told me. I felt a tremble run up my spine. It made my
hips wiggle. It made the twin pointed tips of my bosoms shimmy like two
gourds caught in a storm. I felt a tempest inside me. Lilith, I think, was
equally shaken by tempestuous thoughts of her own. �I have been studying
too much,� Lilith said. There was a sudden gentleness in her eyes. Her
hand reached out to me. It palmed across my ribs. Her fingers tickled me.
I laughed. She smiled, not meaning to tickle me but liking how I broke into
laughter at her touch. She lifted her hand upward. She seemed to count
my ribs as her fingers passed over them.
She cupped my breast. She squeezed it, my right breast, hard. As if
it were hers and she owned it.
�May I?� Sister Lilith asked me, her hand too tight on my breast,
clamping its fullness within the slender confines of her fingers. The
extruding portion of my tit seemed to offer itself to her. My nipples
became exceedingly hard, on both my tits.
�Umn--� was all I managed to say, before Lilith bent her head low
and caught at my nipple tip with her tongue. �Oooooh!� I shouted. I tried
to wriggle free. I could not escape her fingers, clasping the mound of my
right breast. Lilith�s tongue licked hard and fast at my nipple, then slow,
then quickly again. Expert, delicious. I felt a moistness gather between
my legs. My honey-coating was sticky there already, but now it grew
stickier.
�Mmmm,� Lilith said. She lifted her mouth from my bosom. There
was honey on her lips. �I shall let you keep both your priests,� Lilith told
me. I saw the honey from my tit glistening on her tongue. She let me see
her tongue as she talked, lisping, perhaps purposely, loving the thrill of
desire that must have been coursing through her. �Yes, keep your men,
with their penises,� Lilith said to me. �But I want you. I know it�s a sin.
But you are so lovely. I want your tight little ass in bed with me and I
want to do utterly depraved things to it.� Lilith gazed at me with her
bright, intelligent eyes. I knew, without even knowing her yet, that she
didn�t choose her words randomly, like you or I might, guessing at their
true meaning as we speak them. She knew exactly what she was saying.
She knew, even, I think, the old French and English roots of the words she
was speaking to me.
I felt myself nodding. I have no idea why, now. But my head bobbed
and I agreed to her terms, without saying a word. Then my lips opened,
and I searched for my voice to try to amend what I�d done, but Lilith�s
finger pressed itself over my mouth.
�NO,� Lilith said, her voice as strong and direct as a mommie�s. �Let
it be perfect,� she said. �Perfect consent. I like that. I like you.� Lilith
drew up. She regarded me. She glanced at Sister Mary. �Why stand thou
idly in the hall, woman?� Sister Lilith asked. There was a masculine lilt
to Lilith�s words, but they were spoken in a high, obviously feminine voice.
They were the words of one grown used to power in the convent, amongst
the nuns.
�I was about to bathe her, ma�am,� Sister Mary said to Sister Lilith.
�Yes. Obviously she needs a bath,� Sister Lilith said. �She has been
playing with the priests. Look. Her stockings have runs in them. Has
someone struck her belly? Her legs? Turn around, girl. Let me see your
bottom.�
I obeyed. Sister Lilith�s hands encompassed my small hips. I heard a
rustling in her robes behind me. Her leg bent, her knee came forward, her
right knee. It jammed itself quite suddenly up between the cheeks of my
ass.
�Oook!� I said, sounding like a mouse suddenly captured and torn by a
cat. Sister Lilith�s knee was surprisingly thin; it dug inbetween the
cheeks of my bottom.
�Oh, how springy and young and perfect her ass is,� Sister Lilith
said, to no one in particular, but making me blush quite fiercely because
she spoke of me as if I were something she�d just purchased, as in a store.
�Flawless,� Sister Lilith said. �How I wish I had but one more leg, long
and thin, that I could plant between such delicious cheeks as these.� She
smacked her lips. �What a pity to have nothing but a tongue.� I felt her
toss her mane of hair, as she stood behind me. She drew me closer,
pressed her knee deeper. I uttered a yelp. �And various toys,� Sister
Lilith said in a throaty, lowered voice. �Barren unfeeling toys that tell me
nothing about what they�re exploring.� She pressed her knee even deeper,
still holding me by my hips. I cried out and wriggled hard in an attempt to
break free of her, but it only pressed her knee deeper into the cleft of my
soft captured bottom. �How I wish I were a man!� Sister Lilith cried
suddenly. Then she dropped her knee. I turned, quickly, lest she try doing
me with her other knee. I looked at her accusingly.
Sister Lilith palmed my belly. My gaze softened. Her hand was so
firm, so commanding! And yet it felt me with a woman�s touch; as if to
inquire, with only the tenderness that a woman could, whether I had a baby
growing surreptitiously inside the flatness of my tummy. She�d found me,
after all, with two horny priests, their cocks obviously tumescent.
�You are... not.. pregnant?� Sister Lilith asked, pressing her palm
hard to my tummy.
�No,� I breathed. She looked at me with renewed interest.
�You are not just some country girl, are you?� Sister Lilith asked.
�At first I took you for some poor country wench, but you sound, your
accent--�
�I�m an American!� I said proudly.
�Oh!� Lilith said. �So you are. Yes. The accent gives it away now.
My little American friend. Will you be that for me, hmmm? I so dearly
love you. I have no idea why.�
�It�s alright,� I said. I felt a wave of tenderness well up in me.
�Are you an important nun?�
Lilith nodded. �Too important for my years. And too weary of it all,
too. May I play with you a little, hmmm?� I don�t think she knew how to
ask it any other way. She�d been isolated in a convent, knew not how to
socialize and circle around a subject before posing the question.
�I am-- visiting for a few days,� I managed to say, feeling very
awkward in admitting my possible complicity in being here.
�That�s fine. So fine,� Lilith said. She bent and kissed me on my
cheek. �Go and have your bath then, hmmm? I won�t interfere between you
and your men. It�s you I want. You�ll find yourself beset now by three men.
Think of it that way.� She looked over her shoulder. �Oh.� She smiled.
�He�s just my coach man, the man standing there with the whip. Robert.
He�ll not lay a hand on you, I assure you. He�s lower class.� She kissed me
again.
Sister Mary, sensing it was wished, drew me away. Lilith smiled at
me, then turned to Father Brannigan and Father Virgil. I was drawn
trippingly down the hall by Sister Mary, gazing back behind me.
�As for you two,� Sister Lilith said.
�Come, child,� Sister Mary told me. We rounded a corner in the hall
and I heard not what Lilith said afterward.
My bath finished, I stepped out of the tub. Sister Mary told me to dry
myself; she had to hurry and fix dinner for us. The sun was growing low,
dipping into the trees out beyond the fenceline. I walked to the window.
It was open. The curtains of the bedroom fluttered. Naked, I stood at the
window, letting the air of the afternoon wash over me, clutching my
towel, not using it. I peered down into the grass of the back yard. A
stunning sight greeted my eyes. I realized, with a shiver in my tailbone,
that I would never have witnessed such a spectacle if Sister Lilith had not
arrived.
Robert, the coach man, was hammering twin stakes into the back
yard. One was already in the ground, its end sticking up. The other was
being driven in now, by a mallet he was holding. The sound of the mallet
striking the iron stake resounded throughout the backyard. Father Virgil,
meanwhile, the cutest of the two priests, walked with languid steps into
the back yard. He was utterly naked. His thing stuck out in front of him
like a frozen salami. The hot afternoon sun bathed him. It highlighted his
nude muscles. I felt my hand touch my belly as I watched him. I felt a
desire to have him *right there*, in me, flexing hard and pumping me full.
Father Virgil carried a blue towel. He unfurled it and laid it upon the
grass. He sat down on it, his naked buttocks pressing against the soft
down of the towel, and looked over at the coach man. The big man smiled,
briefly, then finished hammering the second iron stake into the ground.
Sister Lilith appeared. She walked across the lawn. Her nun�s habit
and robes were gone. Instead, she wore a sun bonnet, broad-brimmed. A
black ribbon dangled down off the back of it. She looked like a girl going
to church, wearing it, I thought. Her arms and her chest were clad in a
black leather jacket, however. It was soft, supple leather. It molded her
body. I saw with a gasp of surprise that she had large breasts. Her robes
had not revealed that aspect of her to me downstairs in the foyer. Below
the waistline of her jacket she wore almost nothing, just a very skimpy
matching black leather pair of panties. Her legs were long, lanky, tanned.
She wore spiked heels on her feet. Around her waist there was a slender
cord. From it, hanging down off her waist and bouncing stiffly alongside
her thigh, was a riding crop.
Lilith drew a bottle of sun tan lotion from a side pocket of her
jacket. At the same time, she unzipped the front of her jacket. Twin
breasts, both quite white, in contrast to her long tanned legs and hips,
spilled from her jacket. She wore no bra. Lilith matter-of-factly
uncapped the sun tan lotion and squirted a generous stream of lotion all
over her breasts. Her jacket was not unzipped completely and the sight of
her twin breasts extruding through it was erotic in the extreme. When
she�d anointed her tits, and was beginning to rub in the lotion, she tossed
the uncapped bottle to Father Virgil. He caught it.
�The sun is still hot,� I heard Sister Lilith say in the silence of the
backyard. �Spread it on yourself. Especially your cock and balls. The rest
doesn�t matter, but those must be protected. I don�t wish to see little
Chloe-- is that her name? I don�t wish to see her denied the pleasure of
your equipment because you let it get sunburned.� Father Virgil obediently
aimed the bottle of lotion at his dick. He squeezed it. A shot of white,
sperm-colored coconut oil spurted onto the long shaft of Father Virgil�s
penis. He aimed lower and squirted the lotion on his balls. As the coach
man watched, wearing his crisp overalls and holding his mallet, his work
done, Father Virgil massaged his testicles in front of the man, and Sister
Lilith.
Father Brannigan appeared. He was dressed in clerical robes, as
before, when he�d begun my training. His cock was buried somewhere
inside his pants. He strolled out onto the lawn. He carried a black bag in
his hands. I had no idea what was in it. It sent a thrill of fright through
me. He looked like a doctor, come to see a patient.
�May I watch?� Father Brannigan asked. Sister Lilith turned, her
golden hair catching the sunlight, seeming to shower her body with pure
golden rays.
�If you wish,� Sister Lilith said nonchalantly. Father Virgil, his
testicles and penis glowing with fresh coconut oil, lay down on the
powder blue towel. He stretched himself on the towel and seemed to draw
comfort from the softness of it, underneath him. I watched his nude
muscles flex.
�Spread your legs, please,� Sister Lilith told Father Virgil. She
unhooked her long whippy riding crop from her waist and batted at Father
Virgil�s knees with it. He opened his legs. �Wider,� I heard her say.
Father Virgil, his penis sticking up like a tower of Babel between from his
crotch, opened his legs until they were as wide as the stakes which were
hammered into the ground at the foot of his towel. �Bind his feet,� Sister
Lilith told her coach man. The man in the overalls gave an amused smirk.
There was rope lying on the ground and he picked it up. Father Brannigan
set down his black bag in the grass. Lilith turned to him. �Go turn on the
sprinkler,� she said. �I wish to permit him some coolness. The water will
cool his nakedness as he�s lying here.� Father Brannigan nodded. He was
turning away from her when Lilith looked up. She caught sight of me in
the window, staring. �Wait,� Sister Lilith said. Father Brannigan, walking
away, paused. �I want you undressed to,� she said.
Father Brannigan scowled. �I ask you for a fuck, you tell me �no.�
Then you tell Virgil to doff his clothes, and now me? Make up your mind,
woman. I�m hard as stone and--�
�I�m aware of your male needs,� Lilith answered. �Undress. Put
your robes away in the house and come back out here. Naked. I want you
bare for our friend.� She glanced up at me. Father Brannigan followed her
gaze. He nodded.
�We must not forget her,� Father Brannigan agreed.
�No, we must not,� Lilith said.
Father Brannigan had just disappeared into the house when Sister
Mary came into my bedroom. I turned; she presented me with a glass of
water, a straw neatly placed in it. In her other hand she held a small pill.
�Here, this is for you,� Sister Mary said. �You are to be fucked, but
you must not conceive. The pope would never agree, but--�
I took the glass. I sipped on its straw. The water was cold. I heard
a sound of a sprinkler coming to life outside. I drew the small tablet out
of Sister Mary�s hand. I popped it on my tongue. I sipped again from the
straw. I swallowed.
�What must be, must be,� I said softly.
�Come, child, they are waiting,� Sister Mary said.
Downstairs, out on the lawn, the sprinkler was wetting the grass. It
had been set on �slow.� With each languid pass it left a sprinkling of
water droplets on Father Virgil. He lay nude and husky on the towel in the
grass. His legs were spread. His ankles were tied off to the twin stakes
the coach man had hammered into the ground. His cock stuck up stiff and
tall, all oily from the suntan lotion. Sister Lilith, dressed in her black
leather jacket and panties, stood over him. She let the sprinkler wet her
legs. She didn�t mind. With the end of her riding crop she poked at Father
Virgil�s testicles.
�Your sac is full,� Sister Lilith told Father Virgil. He gazed up at
her.
�We are not permitted to masturbate, or to fuck,� Father Virgil said
calmly. He seemed untroubled by the intrusiveness of the woman�s crop
bouncing off his taut balls. Lilith swung back her implement and brought
it in with a quick blow. She looked like she was trying to flick at a golf
ball with one hand, except instead of a club she was using a crop, instead
of looking the size of a golf ball Father Virgil�s testicles tended more in
size toward that of a softball.
�Ow,� Father Virgil said.
�Mmmm, how your sac quivers when I strike it,� Sister Lilith said
admiringly. �Truly, you must not have cum in many days sir. Weeks?� Her
question hung on the air. I gazed between her open legs at the sight of
Father Virgil�s big prick sticking up.
�Months,� Father Virgil said. His voice groaned as he spoke.
�You are quite a trooper to allow such a heavy load to accumulate
between your legs,� Sister Lilith said. �Is Father Brannigan equally gifted
in restraining himself?�
�No,� Father Virgil said. �He jacks off sometimes.�
�What a pity,� Sister Lilith said.
�He sticks his thing out the back window and does it when he thinks
the cows in the field behind us are looking,� Father Virgil said. I came
around and stood at his legs. They made a wide vee before me, on the
softness of his towel. The sprinkler was slowly wetting the powder blue
towel and the muscled expanse of his thighs, his calves, his chest. His
groin gleamed, showing its spire in the rose-hued light of the western sun.
Father Brannigan came out of the house. We all glanced toward him.
He walked boldly. He showed us the full erect form of his cock as he
walked matter-of-factly toward us. It bobbed; beneath it his balls hung
heavy and full.
�Chloe,� Sister Lilith said, turning to me. She smiled. �How sweet
you look! Fresh from your bath. I promised you both men and I won�t go
back on my word. They are both full from months of abstinence and its
time they relieved themselves. You are not virgin, I am told. How
fortunate! I want you to turn so that Father Virgil can see your bottom.
Turn around! Yes. So lovely. You will mount him that way, your bottom
pointing at his face. Then you will use your hands, which will be free, to
squeeze his balls. I want all his sperm to go up you. Everything he can
offer. Of course, you are free to pleasure yourself as well. At the same
time, with his hands free, Father Virgil will be able to easily finger your
cunny and your fine tits. It should be quite pleasurable for you both.� She
glanced behind her at Father Brannigan, who stalked up to us. �As for this
one,� Lilith said. �He will put his thing to your mouth as you�re sitting
backwards on Father Virgil, Chloe. Take as much of him as you can; but
don�t gag. At the same time, use your hands to squeeze his balls also. I
want both men to squirt themselves fully into you, Chloe. They will be
more compliant with my wishes once I�ve let them give off some steam.
Not that they�ve dared be disobedient up �til now,� she added, with a smile.
Drawing me close, Sister Lilith reached between my legs. She felt
my slit. She kissed my cheek as she felt me. She tickled me hard between
my cuntlips and made me moisten my pubis with my juices. When I was
ready, she mounted me on Father Virgil. It was strange, watching that big
thing rise up between my legs as Lilith forced me to squat. Then it was
pushing into me, I was gasping, resisting. But Lilith pressed hard on the
frail width of my shoulders and forced me down, forced me to take it.
Father Brannigan, strumming his cock with his hand, waited beside me
with eager eyes.
We fucked. We were sprayed with cooling draughts from the lawn
sprinkler as we did it. The sun slowly sank below the horizon. Lilith
taunted both men with her crop, making sure they gave me their all.
Sister Mary and the coach man watched from a distance, said nothing.
I was inundated with sperm. Imagine my embarrassment when,
finished at last, I turned my face upward toward Sister Lilith and looked
at her, Father Brannigan�s sperm running down from my mouth and
coursing down my chin, to join a white milky splattering of drippings that
already coated my breasts. My inner thighs were covered in Father
Virgil�s product. There was a pool of his jism beneath his spread-apart
legs, where they grew into his crotch. His balls, spent, hung loosely
between his legs. His cock threaded me still, growing less fierce now, but
still filling me with its long throbbing pulsations.
Lilith bent down and grasped me under my arms. She lifted me up.
�I did gook,� I said, mangling the word �good�.
�Yes, you did fine,� Lilith said. She kissed my cheek, trying to avoid
Father Brannigan�s sperm, that was smeared all over it. �Tonight we�ll
turn in early, just you and I, and I�ll have your remaining hole,� she told
me in a soft, but no-nonsense voice. I felt a desperate sense of fear seize
me, making my bottom tighten. Yet I remained unresistant, letting her
draw me up until I felt the snake of Father Virgil�s penis slip out of me.
Sister Lilith put her hand between my legs.
�Are you sore?� she asked, rubbing me.
�Yes,� I admitted. She kissed me again.
�God, you have sperm all over you!� Lilith said. She set me on my
feet. I was unsteady. �Go open the black bag, if you can. Bring me what�s
in it,� Lilith smiled.
�Waht�s in it?� I asked, dazed.
�You�ll see,� Lilith said.
The coach man came forward. He knew his lady�s mind. He untied
Father Virgil�s feet. At the same time, I opened the black bag. I gasped.
Inside was a very long black dildo! There was leather strapping tucked
into the bag too, so that someone could easily put the dildo on and wear it.
I only knew of one person here who required that: Lilith!
�I must practise on your bottom, so I don�t hurt little Chloe when I
do the same to her tonight, after dinner,� Lilith told Father Virgil. �Get on
your knees. Show me those tight buns of yours. I�m going to plant my flag
between them.�
�You�ll never do that to me!� Father Brannigan said.
�I didn�t ask you. Keep your hairy ass to yourself,� Lilith sniffed.
With trembling hands I drew the long fierce-looking dildo out of the bag. I
brought it to Lilith. �Thank you, Chloe,� Lilith said. She took it from me.
I watched with awe-struck eyes as she strapped it on. Father Virgil
waited, kneeling now, the sprinkler wetting his bottom with each of its
passes.
�Tie me in back,� Lilith told me. She turned. She showed me the
lovely womanly expanse of her ass. Above, where her waist was quite
narrow, the belt of her dildo harness needed to be laced together. I went
to her and tied it on for her. My fingers shivered. Tonight I would have to
do the same, so she could fuck me! I could hardly believe I�d been induced
to go along with such a thing. I felt sure something would intervene.
Surely we wouldn�t... just two girls? Alone? Father Brannigan sported a
grin and bent low over Father Virgil and squirted suntan lotion into the
crack between his buns.
�What th--?� Father Virgil asked.
�Just trying to help, old boy,� Father Brannigan laughed. He pushed a
finger into Father Virgil�s bottom and oiled his hole.
�Don�t!� Father Virgil gritted.
�You�ll have bigger than this in a minute,� Father Brannigan said.
�And much more humiliating too, in my opinion. Imagine, a man being
fucked by a woman!�
�Don�t mention it to any of the other priests, okay?� Father Virgil
said.
�Why no, never!� Father Brannigan assured him. But there was a big
grin on his face, and I didn�t trust him.
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