[Springtime Thoughts] Author: Unknown

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Springtime Thoughts
Author: Unknown
Word Count: 8683 words
Women experience springtime earlier than men, usually developing sexual feelings only after actual contact with the opposite sex.
Yuriko Konishi first smelled a man's scent in the summer of her second year of junior high school, when she was sixteen.
Her father was a civil servant; although his income was meager, their life was fulfilling. Yuriko was the eldest child, with two younger brothers;
the family of five consisted of a kind and gentle mother, making it an exceptionally peaceful household.
Her father, Kyosuke, was taciturn and had a very close friend named Genzo Yamada. They had a brotherly
relationship, and the whole family respected Uncle Yamada.
Konishi's wife was very beautiful and gentle. This was a happy
family with a harmonious couple and lively, adorable children, which Yamada, whose family was not perfect, greatly envied.
Konishi's wife, of course, loved her husband very much, but secretly harbored feelings for the more masculine Yamada.
Mainly because her husband was taciturn and couldn't read a woman's mind, and her own thoughts and desires were even more difficult for others
to fathom, the couple kept their feelings hidden from each other.
Furthermore, although her husband was handsome and refined, compared to Yamada's strong, decisive, cheerful, and understanding
personality, his wife felt a sense of regret. Thus, since Yamada began frequently visiting their home, her feelings of admiration
grew stronger each day.
Unfortunately, while Yamada's wife was impeccable in appearance and physique,
she was a complete shrew in other aspects of life. If her husband were obedient, they could coexist peacefully, but the couple, with their contrasting
personalities, argued fiercely every day.
Fortunately, whenever they quarreled, Yamada would escape to Konishi's house. His wife would occasionally come to find him and return home.
On the nights following their arguments, his wife would always demand that Yamada provide sexual services to the fullest extent, leaving him exhausted. Konishi's
house became Yamada's haven; he deeply cherished the warm friendship and the elegant and gentle Konishi wife.
However, in the dead of night, the thought, "Marrying a shrewish wife means a life of poverty and hardship," would make him sigh deeply
.
Although Yamada liked Konishi's wife, he couldn't do anything about it, and of course, the same went for women.
One cold winter night, another fierce argument broke out at Yamada's house, but strangely,
no neighbors or busybodies came out to watch.
The reason for the argument was that Yamada had returned home late from a business trip, and his wife was angry, not even offering him a cup of hot tea or porridge.
To be honest, he was already burning with desire before even entering the house and longed to hug his wife.
Coincidentally, his car was crowded, and a woman was standing opposite him, their buttocks pressed together.
Every time the car swayed, they pressed even closer together. This happened entirely consciously, and Yamada felt
extremely embarrassed.
In the dim light inside the carriage, Yamada took a closer look and saw that the
woman was about thirty years old, very tasteful, beautiful, and voluptuous. He apologized to her, saying, "I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."
She blushed and gave a charming smile, which stirred Yamada
's heart. Her buttocks pressed against his body, but she didn't pull away; instead, she gently wrapped her inner legs around his waist.
At that moment, Yamada suddenly felt a surge of lust; his penis became erect, extremely large and hard, almost
bursting through his pants. The swaying of the carriage further intensified his arousal.
As they prepared to depart for the next stop, the lights inside the carriage suddenly went out. The carriage stopped beside vast fields,
plunging the carriage into darkness.
The world is truly licentious, and the physical relationships between men and women are even more casual. In that environment,
the physical intimacy between a man and a woman... even when clothed, is instinctive when they are face-to-face...
Next to Yamada were a middle-aged woman in her forties and a robust man in his thirties, also
facing each other and embracing. The woman's hand was inside the man's pants, caressing each other's genitals.
The car rocked violently again, and his hand almost grasped the woman's full breasts, almost to the point of kissing.
Yamada's fiery cheeks pressed against the woman's snow-white shoulders, his hands hooked around her wrists.
The woman casually tilted her head, looking at the woman in her forties beside her, and then deliberately spread
her legs wider, making it easier for Yamada's waist to press against the other's pubic bone.
Yamada had forgotten what shame was; at this moment, Yamada's penis was already red and erect, the tip of his penis already dripping
with precum.
If the two were naked together and had this kind of contact, their genitals would be completely
joined together in terms of position. Completely forgetting the place and the crowd, he frantically unbuttoned his pants, pulled out his already erect
penis, and lifted the woman's skirt.
Even so, the woman continued talking to the people next door. Yamada grew bolder, pressing the head of his penis against
her wet, soft vulva, thrusting forcefully a few times until the head was fully inside her concave vagina. Suddenly, he felt
an intense stimulation.
After a few thrusts, the woman swayed in response. Yamada felt the woman's thin panties were an obstacle, so
he recklessly pulled them down, searching for her vulva.
Her vulva had been flowing with vaginal fluid from the beginning, and now it was wide open, waiting for his penis. He inserted
two fingers, rubbing and thrusting them in and out, and the woman swayed in response.
From her perspective, Yamada realized that the woman was deliberately acting nonchalant, mainly to avoid attention
. This was evident from her seemingly carefree conversation with the people next door, while her vulva was overflowing with vaginal fluid.
Unable to resist the urge to rub her, Yamada withdrew his hand from her genitals.
"Ah!" the woman cried softly.
She stopped talking and looked at Yamada. Knowing she didn't want him to stop caressing her, he immediately
smeared the vaginal fluid he had caught on his palm onto his glans, pulled up his underwear, and began thrusting again.
His glans rubbed against her full, thick pubic hair, and with each thrust, his penis throbbed.
The woman stopped talking, seemingly focusing intently on Yamada's pursuit of her secret entrance, thrusting deeply.
Then, the woman seemed to take the initiative, twisting and thrusting.
With each thrust and pull, accompanied by the swaying of the train, they both reached climax.
He could hear the woman's murmured moans.
"Ah...so beautiful..."
"I can't take it anymore...deeper..."
"Mmm...ah..."
"Ah...I'm going to lose it..."
These moans, due to the crowded and noisy bus, would be unheard by anyone except the two people having intercourse
.
Finally finishing his first sexual encounter, he took out a handkerchief to wipe himself. At that moment, someone reached out and forcefully
grabbed his penis. Looking closely, he saw another woman standing beside him.
In the darkness, he couldn't tell the woman's age, but she seemed to be a middle-aged woman with boundless energy and sexual desire.
In fact, this woman had been pressing her genitals against Yamada's sideways, but Yamada, preoccupied with his frantic
movements, hadn't noticed.
Yamada figured she had probably seen their intercourse. His face burned with desire. Stealing a glance at
the woman's face, he saw a bitter smile on her lips, but he didn't know what it meant. He thought perhaps she also wanted to
challenge the woman opposite her.
Yamada thought that refusing might cause trouble, so he adopted a "whatever you want" attitude.
The woman happily rubbed her nose near his ear and grasped his glans with her other hand. Due to her
skillful twisting, his penis gradually swelled again.
Although he had just ejaculated, he wanted to challenge himself, so he used his right hand to lift the woman's
clothes and explored the swollen mound of her secret palace with his fingers.
He grasped her pubic hair, caressed it two or three times, and then gradually explored downwards from the mound.
Already ready, her vulva opened wide, the expanding gates hot and swollen; he
could feel the gushing flow of her juices on his fingertips.
Next, not to be outdone, he stroked her labia with the pads of his five fingers, which were occasionally sucked in by her vulva.
Two fingers were already deeply inserted inside. The woman's breathing quickened; she twisted and turned as she manipulated his penis.
"I can't take it anymore, hurry up and insert it, towards here, don't hesitate, hurry..."
Finally, with the woman's help, Yamada began to rotate towards her.
The woman, seemingly unable to bear it any longer, quickly grabbed his penis, moving her vulva in sync with it, then adjusting
her hips and rotating.
His penis was completely enveloped, and he exhaled forcefully with a sense of relief.
The woman's bold actions then truly impressed me. She almost ignored the other passengers around her,
appearing extremely sexually frustrated, her panting breaths hitting Yamada's face. The weight of her entire hips was concentrated on his
penis, and then she began to sway with the force of urination.
"Ah...it's been five years since I've done it, ah...it's so beautiful..."
"Ah...it's amazing...I'm going to cum..."
"I haven't done it since my husband died...ah...it's so beautiful..."
An older woman can't compare to a man in his prime, but Yamada thought, "I
can't lose to this woman," so he became even bolder, vigorously rocking up and down and side to side.
Unexpectedly, this woman was truly skilled in sexual techniques; her contracting and relaxing
movements had already made Yamada's glans unbearably numb.
At this moment, Yamada was so excited by extreme pleasure that he could hardly contain himself and could no longer calm down.
However, he dared not utter a moan like "Ah...so beautiful..." Due to the overwhelming pleasure, he could only clench
his teeth and involuntarily groan "Mmm..."
Just then, a voice came from the front: "Auntie, why are you panting so much? Is something wrong?
Are you doing something good?"
It turned out to be a man's lewd and abusive voice.
"Don't talk nonsense, I'm just twisting my waist because my buttocks are itchy, it feels better, just wait a little longer,
just a little longer..."
The one who cursed was an old fox, but the one who answered was not to be outdone.
The strong-willed old woman continued to twist her waist and sway her body without changing her expression, matching
the volume and pitch of her voice with great rhythm.
Yamada was startled, his testicles contracted, and his erect penis, which had been stretched and swollen, shrank back down, but
under the woman's skillful guidance, he became even more excited than before.
In this way, the woman and those around her remained indifferent, seemingly unfazed and unwilling to concern themselves with others
' private affairs.
The woman then casually groaned,
"Ah...you're so funny, swaying so forcefully, it's so beautiful..."
"Faster...higher...ah...it's wonderful..."
"Ah...um..."
This woman seemed to have her emotions, will, body, and desire perfectly coordinated,
a woman who could fully express herself.
Yamada twisted and thrust wildly, and after a few thrusts, suddenly heard "um..." as a gush
of semen shot directly into her uterus. The woman said to Yamada, "That was wonderful...ah..."
She groaned softly, her entire body limp.
At that moment, there was no time to clean up. The woman who had just been with Yamada grabbed his shoulders and pulled him towards her,
saying, "You can't go to anyone else. Look at me... I'll restore your vitality, so please do it again
..."
The woman's hands wrapped around Yamada's waist again, and she began to spin him. Yamada almost cried out, "Usually,
I want it but get rejected, but tonight, for some reason, I'm incredibly lucky..."
The woman had already seductively guided Yamada's hand to her, touching the semen left behind.
Yamada had no choice but to first touch it with his fingertips, then switch to two fingers and rub it continuously. Instantly, the woman
also began to twist and turn rapidly.
"Ah... two women against one man, this kind of man is really amazing..."
Yamada knew that as long as he manipulated the women, his energy would miraculously return. With half an hour left before he got off the train,
he quickly slid his penis into her vagina. At that moment, the lights suddenly came on, and he didn't have time to pull his penis back.
Both women were clearly watching Yamada.
Yamada could only stand there dumbfounded. But the woman, who was waiting to enjoy herself, ignored the old woman next to her and
continued to sway and twist in rhythm with the train's movement.
After a few thrusts, Yamada's legs and back were exhausted, and he couldn't even ejaculate.
He couldn't take his time, because if he didn't hurry, they'd be at Tokyo Station soon, so he hastily thrust a few more times and
hurriedly got off the train.
Dragging his weary body home, Yamada was met with his wife's coldness, which made him very angry.
His wife yelled,
"Why are you only coming back now? Where have you been all this time?..."
"How can you treat your husband like this? Get up! Don't look down on me..."
"You dare say that? What kind of husband are you, coming home so late?"
"What did you say?"
He was so angry he wanted to kill his wife. He stormed into the bedroom, changed into his pajamas, and sneaked in.
After enduring several powerful punches from his wife, he angrily pinned her down, accidentally tearing her pajamas in the process.
At that moment, his wife's rounded thighs were spread wide, her vulva revealing a provocative and wanton posture.
Yamada couldn't help but find himself seething with hatred. His wife's body, which he craved every day, now seemed
fresh and alluring, igniting a burning desire within him.
His wife, however, took the initiative, grabbing Yamada and tickling him, eventually screaming. Every argument always escalated into a
chaotic, uncontrollable uproar.
But today, Yamada's mood was different. He grabbed his wife's pubic hair and
pulled it forcefully, causing her to cry out in pain, "It hurts...it hurts...oh..."
"Quickly...apologize..."
"Hmph...I'm going to kill you...ah...it hurts..."
This time, Yamada used one hand to pull back her collar, caressing and sucking her full breasts, then used the other to
pull her pubic hair four or five times.
"Ah...it hurts..."
Ignoring his wife's cries of pain, Yamada then used three fingers to manipulate her labia majora.
"Ah...it hurts...waaaah..."
"Well, aren't you going to apologize?"
"I apologize...please forgive me..."
His wife always begged for mercy before retaliating in a fierce way, so Yamada dared not let his guard down.
Today, he adopted a new tactic: first, he would make her feel pain, then, in his anger, he would forcefully thrust his already enormous penis
into the center of her cleft.
"Waaah...it hurts...so hard...it's so intense..."
As she spoke, she felt the pain subside, and the tight grip brought a sense of security. Suddenly, his wife became docile.
Yamada felt much more at ease, as if he had already tamed an untamed horse. He smiled and sucked on his wife's breasts,
stroking her nipples with the tip of his tongue, gently twisting and thrusting.
Gradually, his wife also responded by twisting and turning, and moans began to rise, her thrusts sometimes shallow and sometimes deep.
The wife gritted her teeth and cried out in pleasure, "Husband...save me...I'm about to lose it..."
"You won't be fierce tonight...um...again...again..."
"Your semen spraying into my body, that blissful sight makes me so happy...oh...don't pull out
...it's so beautiful..."
"That's an electric current...the stronger the yin...the stronger the yang..."
"That's...what...a fight?"
"Um...maybe!"
"Let's have sex again tomorrow night after the fight...one more time..."
"Wow! Please forgive me, I'm exhausted..."
"What did you say...once or twice..."
"Please, let's do it again tomorrow..."
"What are you saying...you did that on purpose..."
After saying that, she grabbed his penis...
"Ah...it hurts, the better the relationship, the worse the relationship gets, no matter what, I can't take it anymore..."
One Sunday, Konishi, her daughter Yuriko, her son Taro (only six years old), and Yamada took a 30
-minute train ride to the river to go fishing.
Yamada had known Yuriko Konishi since childhood. Sitting on the train with her today, he noticed she had grown into
a mature and voluptuous woman, which captivated him.
Thinking back to their games on the train last winter, he suddenly felt a surge of lust, but
Yamada, who had been called "Little Daddy" since childhood, couldn't bring himself to do it.
The four of them went fishing on a famous river, but since Yamada didn't like fishing and wasn't very skilled
, he sat bored. Yuriko seemed bored too, and said she wanted to eat mulberries,
so she asked Yamada to go with her to pick some.
They searched together and found a small grove about two kilometers from the river, about 500 meters high. Yuriko said,
"Little Daddy, there seem to be mulberries here. I'll go in and pick some first, but it's a little scary. Will you come with me?"
In Yamada's eyes, this girl he had watched grow up had transformed from a girl with full, delicate breasts and wrists into a graceful young woman
, and he couldn't help but feel a stirring in his heart.
The terror wasn't from wild beasts or worms, but from those close to them. Yuriko, however, remained oblivious as they ventured deeper into
the jungle.
Surprisingly, the jungle was sparsely forested, making mulberries easily visible.
The girl quickly picked one and popped it into her mouth, her fair lips stained
a vibrant red by the mulberry juice—more alluring than lipstick.
Her round, snow-white face gained a touch of allure.
Yamada placed the mulberries he had picked into the girl's handbag.
Facing away from her back, he took the mulberries from her hand and placed them in her bag, occasionally
brushing against her full breasts.
At the same time, the sweet scent of the young girl aroused his desire. He stared wide-eyed at
the girl's trousers, stained red with mulberry juice. Just as he was about to take the mulberries from her hand and put them in her bag, her soft
breasts pressed against his.
Yamada said, "Oh, the bag is full..."
But Yuriko didn't answer.
Yamada held her tightly, his fingertips searching for her nipples, gently caressing the adorable buds.
The girl offered no resistance, only soft moans, arching her back and pulling her head back, her face flushed.
Yamada caressed her breast with one hand and cupped her lovely cheek with the other, kissing her passionately.
After kissing for a long time, Yamada placed one hand on her hips, pressing her tightly against his body, using...
After pressing down, they kissed passionately again.
It was Yuriko's first kiss with a man in her life. The taste of his lips, his body odor, and the caresses on her breasts sent a strange electric current through her. She closed her eyes, her face flushed, and accepted 　　Yamada's embrace
without resistance . 　　"Yuriko... are you angry?" 　　Yuriko gently shook her head. 　　Perhaps Yamada still had some conscience; he felt a pang of reluctance to destroy the virginity of this innocent girl. 　　His hand, which was around her waist, gradually moved down, finally resting on the panties beneath her skirt. 　　Yuriko's body was contorted, as if she wanted to escape, her head shaking from side to side: "No... 　　no..." 　　she cried, but like a drunkard, her mind was blank, and she was powerless to break free. 　　Yamada was a man of fleeting desires, but he seemed somewhat reluctant to defile his best friend's daughter, yet 　　he himself had lost his reason due to his own involuntary actions. 　　Yamada was aroused by the girl's fragrant scent and her firm, elastic thighs, while 　　Yuriko, seemingly mesmerized, lay limp in his arms. 　　Ignoring all moral considerations, Yamada reached into the girl's panties, touching her swollen mounds 　　, like steamed buns. 　　Yuriko lay in Yamada's arms, the pleasure of his caresses sending shivers down her spine. 　　A few rubs with Yamada's fingertips, and her virgin vulva, still tightly closed, became 　　increasingly breathless. 　　Her labia, parted, were already oozing a trickle of fluid. Her soft, 　　soon-to-be-ripe labia were quite erect, which Yamada could feel with his fingertips. 　　Her vulva, glistening with dewdrops, resembled an anthill; he only wanted to explore it with his fingertips, not to rape her. 　　Because Yamada deeply loved this girl he had known since childhood, and fueled by lust, he forced himself 　　to suppress his love. 　　Now, unable to suppress his desire any longer, he pulled down the girl's panties, pulled out his rock-hard penis, and inserted it 　　between her thighs. 　　"No...no..." 　　Her body didn't resist, but she shook her head, softly refusing. 　　But Yamada wouldn't accept it. 　　He knew that women always resisted slightly during their first sexual encounter, so he knew he had to find a way to stop it. 　　"Yuriko, be good, don't scream. What will happen if someone sees us?" 　　Yamada said. The girl stopped resisting and became wildly excited. 　　Yamada held the girl's waist, pulled down the straps of her panties, and began to rub her. 　　Yamada didn't intend to break the girl's hymen, mainly for the sake of the young girl's future, and 　　also because he could be fully satisfied even without penetration. 　　Moreover, the lovely girl held him tightly; just touching his genitals was enough to make him feel full and satisfied. 　　With a twisting motion, the glans of the man's penis slid into the soft, tender crevice. Yamada rubbed the clitoris 　　and the crevice with the back of his penis. 　　Yuriko gasped for breath, then groaned softly. 　　The groans, accompanied by the gush of her hot, wet fluids, intensified the pleasure. 　　"Yuriko, you'll be done soon... just a little longer..." 　　"Ah... so good... I'm going to come... you understand..." 　　"You'll come out a little... ah... so beautiful..." 　　Yuriko silently followed Yamada's instructions, her body fully aroused, seemingly understanding 　　the pleasures of sex. She released copious amounts of fluids, desperately clinging to Yamada's neck. 　　The man pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, frequently wiping the woman's inner thighs, then wiping himself a few times, before kissing her again 　　. The girl's eyes were bloodshot, her cheeks flushed. The mulberries they had picked were crushed, 　　staining both their clothes a deep red. 　　After their first sexual encounter, they picked mulberries and left the forest, resting on a small pile of grass in the field. 　　The girl remained silent, seemingly still savoring the earlier sexual stimulation. 　　After a short rest, Yamada felt somewhat awkward having intercourse while standing, and his desire reignited 　　. He couldn't help but say to Yuriko, "Yuriko, come and rest here." Yuriko 　　was called but didn't answer. She didn't know what Yamada was planning, continuing to dream of what they had just experienced. 　　The man, too, didn't know what the woman was thinking. 　　He called several times, but Yuriko still didn't come. So Yamada returned to Yuriko's side, but unbeknownst to him, 　　a farmer had already gone back to weeding the wheat. 　　He thought it was too late to go back to the forest, so he decided to look for an opportunity on his way home, and besides, it was 　　getting late, so he had to go back early. 　　And so, they walked intimately back to Konishi's fishing spot. The sky was already slightly dark, and when they 　　arrived at the station, night was falling. The train was very crowded; Konishi and her son squeezed on, but Yuriko 　　and Yamada were left outside. 　　They had to wait thirty minutes for the next train, sitting on the cold platform. The girl nestled in Yamada 　　's arms for warmth. Because of their past intimacy, their bodies reacted like electricity when they were close, 　　their sensuality intensifying. 　　Yamada tightly embraced the woman's waist, holding her hand. Suddenly, the waiting time seemed 　　to fly by; the girl's hands were sweating profusely. Soon, the train pulled into the station. 　　"Hold on to me, don't let go!" 　　The train car was also full of passengers. 　　At the empty entrance, the two held hands and boarded. 　　Yamada chose a window seat, his back to the passengers, holding onto the railing, and used all his strength to hug Yuriko, 　　letting her sit on his stomach. 　　Then Yamada closed the window, and with even greater confidence, pressed his penis against the 　　girl's buttocks as the train swayed. 　　The train rumbled and swayed, creating a cacophony of sounds and pressure. In the dim light, Yamada took advantage of 　　this opportunity, letting his arms fall and tightly embracing the girl's waist. His penis sank into her inner thighs, and 　　with the swaying of the train, it felt even more natural. Having already experienced pleasure once, the girl was no longer so shy.

Embarrassed, she gracefully wrapped her arms around his shoulders.
"Sit up a little straighter, hold me tighter, spread your legs wider, thrust your hips forward...yes..."
he whispered in her ear. She responded with actions, lifting her skirt and easily pulling
down her panties. He then used his fingertips to explore her innocent secret place. Once he was certain she was aroused, he
thrust his large penis against her.
A few swaying movements released a torrent of hot, tingling fluid—it was such a pleasurable sensation!
The girl seemed to enjoy this sensation immensely; her breathing quickened, and she swayed excitedly in response.
Although it was a public place, at this point, perhaps due to a frenzy, the man no longer cared about anything but
aiming at that intoxicating flesh.
The girl had long forgotten about chastity and other such issues, only enjoying the pleasure, gradually reaching orgasm.
The tip of his penis explored the crevice of her vulva, seemingly already penetrating it, but because the virgin
's flesh was too small, and a stubborn membrane protected it.
Because of the standing posture and the oblique insertion, it was the most unfavorable position for complete physical union.
The woman changed her position, receiving the man's penis head-on. Although the crowd was surging, Yamada deliberately pretended to say, "Yuriko
, you must be feeling terribly carsick. If you're not feeling well, don't hesitate to lean on my shoulder!"
He kept saying sweet words, and even Yamada himself felt very moved by his own words.
Yuriko clamped his body between her legs and hugged his neck tightly. At this moment, his penis, aligned with
the center of her vulva, caused the girl's buttocks to contract into a circle. With a sound like a tape being cut, his large penis slid into
her vulva.
"Ah...it hurts..."
"Ah...it's so beautiful...please bear with it for a little while..."
One more step and they would reach the destination of pleasure; the pain would subside if they could just endure it.
Because the two of them were twisting and turning desperately, Yuriko's vulva was now tightly wrapped around Yamada's thick
penis.
Both man and woman felt a strong, intense pleasure from their union. The slight bleeding mixed with copious amounts of vaginal fluid made the friction
even more stimulating.
"Does it hurt?"
"Mmm..."
"Feels good, doesn't it?"
"Mmm..."
The train swayed violently, and the centrifugal force during the turns made their intercourse even more turbulent. The final stop
was fast approaching.
Yamada couldn't bear the pressure and swayed incessantly.
"Ah...it's so beautiful...I'm going to lose it again..."
"I'll lose it too...it's so beautiful..."
"It's so beautiful...ah..."
The train entered the terminal station, seemingly at a fork in the tracks, making the movements even more intense.
Yamada, matching the speed of the swaying, released his last remaining semen, not even holding back for his wife.
When they came out of the station, Konishi was already waiting for them on the platform.
"Thank you so much for taking care of Yuriko in the chaotic crowd. I'm
relieved now."
Hearing his good friend's words, Yamada felt deeply ashamed.
[The End]

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