Devil Teacher

Was my teacher's child mine? This happened about ten years ago—when I was a freshman at a junior high school in Taichung County. I remember there were two teachers I hated most: the PE teacher and the music teacher.
The PE teacher was a man, very strict in class and liked to swear. But he's irrelevant to what I'm going to talk about today, so let's skip him…
The relevant one is the music teacher. She was a woman, even stricter in class. Although she didn't swear, we were even more afraid of her and thought she was a bit weird.
For example, she seemed to hate it when students forgot their textbooks. If you accidentally forgot yours, she would come up with a way to punish you. Not only would she hit your hand, but she would also make us call home to bring our textbooks to school!
That was simply asking the impossible! By the time our family brought the textbooks, class would have already ended! What else could this be but weird?
One of her students gave her a very famous nickname: "Secret Carving." I believe anyone who has watched puppet shows before will recognize it. That's right, it's that mysterious, hunchbacked oddball, Mi Diao!
I think she got that nickname not only because of her slightly eccentric personality, but also because of her appearance and physique.
Her hair wasn't long, usually tied in a short ponytail. While not beautiful, she wasn't exactly stunning either. Her eyes, though single-lidded, were large and piercing, coupled with sparse eyebrows and a sallow complexion—when she glared at you, you'd definitely be scared!
She wasn't tall, I guess probably less than 150 centimeters, and a little overweight, so when people saw her like this, and heard the nickname the students gave her—"Mi Diao"—they would often unconsciously chuckle knowingly.
Once, I saw a car moving at school but couldn't see anyone driving, which startled me; I thought it was a ghost car. Later, upon closer inspection, I realized she was just too short, and I hadn't noticed there was someone in the driver's seat!
Another time, unfortunately, I forgot my textbook again! At that time, I didn't dare to confess at all, because she had threatened us last time that if anyone forgot their textbook again, she would hit the back of their hand with a cane instead of their palm!
Good heavens! How painful that would be! Terrified, I found a textbook and pretended it was a music textbook. I was on
tenterhooks during class, terrified she would come and find out, because she had asked at the beginning of class if anyone had forgotten their textbook. No one stood up! I thought, if I'm the only one who forgot, I'm in even worse shape! But that's how things are—the things you fear most are the things that happen!
I finally made it to the end of class, and just as I was feeling relieved, she still found out! So, angry, she started checking everyone's textbooks, and to make matters worse—this time, I was the only one who hadn't brought mine! It was truly a case of misfortunes never coming singly! Just when I had resigned myself to my fate, the bell rang like a lifesaver.
She then told me to come to her counselor's office after lunch. After she left, I inevitably became the object of my classmates' schadenfreude!
After enduring two periods of anxiety, I hastily finished my lunchbox. Sacrificing the joy of enjoying ice cream after lunch, I went alone, filled with dread, to report to "Secret Carving" for tutoring.
Entering the tutoring room, I saw her eating her lunchbox alone at her desk—one of those metal lunchboxes. I guessed she had prepared it herself.
Back then, almost everyone ate custom-made lunchboxes; it seemed very rare for anyone to prepare one from home. I thought to myself, she truly lived up to her reputation for being different! It was simply outrageous that someone like her was both a music teacher and a tutor! I felt she was the one who needed tutoring!
Before she had even finished her lunch, she told me to wait beside her. Finally, she finished eating.
She asked, "Why didn't you bring your textbook?"
I replied, "I forgot!"
She said, "Forgot? You dare say that? How many times has this happened?"
I honestly couldn't remember how many times this had happened, so I could only reply, "I promise I won't forget next time."
She continued, "Do you know? I've been watching you for a long time! It seems like you're always the one who forgets!"
I lowered my head in shame.
This clearly didn't move her, so she said, "You all say the same thing! Next time, it'll be the same few of you who forget!"
I said dejectedly, "Please give me another chance, teacher."
She said angrily, "How can I trust you when you're like this!"
Then, she stood up and went into a small room separated by a filing cabinet, saying, "Come over here."
I followed her inside, and she sat on the sofa, saying, "Come here, sit here."
I sat on the sofa next to her as she instructed. She looked at me and said, "Okay, tell the teacher, why do you always disregard what the teacher says?"
I didn't know what to say, so I said, "Teacher, I'll definitely pay attention in the future and won't do it again."
She said, "Then why didn't you pay attention before? Did you look down on the teacher?"
I said fearfully, "No."
I think the teacher couldn't think of anything to say to me for a moment, so we were silent for a while.
Then she suddenly reached out and touched my penis through my pants. I was caught off guard and hurriedly moved her hand away, thinking: Is this her punishment for me?
She didn't say anything, but moved her hand back and continued to touch my penis, even grabbing it. I didn't dare resist, so I could only silently accept the teacher's punishment.
Then she said, "Come on, sit on the teacher's lap."
I hesitated for a moment before carefully sitting on her lap.
Then she unbuckled my belt and pants, pulled my underwear up to my thighs, and then held my penis in her hand.
Unexpectedly, she said, "It's so small."
How awful! This really hurt my young heart!
However, after watching for a while, she took my penis in her hand and started rubbing it up and down to masturbate me.
At this time, my penis also started to get hard, and she seemed to be quite satisfied, so she said, "Do you feel itchy?"
I replied, "Yes."
I guess she probably didn't know that I had been masturbating since the fifth grade of elementary school. However, the way she masturbated me was a little different from the way I used to do it.
To be honest, the feeling of being masturbated by the teacher was like a kind of masochistic pleasure. However, as the pleasure gradually increased, I fantasized about having sex with my female classmates from elementary school. Alas, what can I do? Back then, we were in separate classes for boys and girls, which made it difficult for me to find a sexual fantasy object!
Then, while she was masturbating me, she asked me, "Does it hurt? If it hurts, you have to tell me."
Actually, I wanted to say, "Teacher, you're hurting me a lot."
Because when her hand held my penis and rubbed it up and down, it felt like her nails were poking my glans, which hurt quite a bit. But I didn't dare to say it. I could only let her do as she pleased.
However, as the pleasure gradually intensified, the pain seemed insignificant. At that moment, I really wanted to tell her, "Teacher, please use more force, go faster, okay?"
But I didn't dare to say it.
But things eventually came to an end—I finally reached the peak of pleasure.
At this point, she seemed to notice my reaction. She stopped rubbing me and gripped my penis tightly, stimulating me to reach a higher level of pleasure.
However, after a short while, she seemed to have a question, though she didn't say it aloud. I guess she was wondering why I hadn't ejaculated.
To be honest, it's embarrassing to admit. Actually, it was because I had masturbated the night before.
She probably still thought I wasn't fully developed. But soon, a few drops of semen came out of my urethra. She looked at it, then, as if it were a precious treasure, got up and knelt in front of me, taking my penis into her mouth and starting to suckle.
While she was sucking, I could feel her teeth inside my penis, which was a little different from what I usually imagined oral sex to feel. Honestly, she should have started giving me oral sex from the beginning; by now that I had ejaculated and my penis was soft, it wasn't as stimulating.
After about a minute, she spat my penis out of her mouth and went to the trash can to spit out her saliva. Then I saw long, sticky streams of fluid dripping from her mouth into the trash can; she seemed to be struggling to complete this task. I had initially thought she was going to swallow all my semen.
Next, she turned around, took out some tissues from her pocket, and wiped my penis clean. Then she told me to put my pants back on.
Then she said, "Okay, go back to the classroom now."
At that moment, I looked at her and couldn't resist reaching out to touch her breasts.
She was startled and pulled away. She glared at me, a little angry, and said, "How could you do this!"
I quickly replied, "I'm sorry, teacher. I was just curious."
She said, "Is it okay to do this just because you're curious?"
After a while, she said, "Okay, never mind. Don't tell anyone when you get back."
I hurriedly replied, "Okay,"
and left.
That night, when I got home and lay in bed preparing to sleep, I kept thinking about it. I kept replaying the events in my mind, filled with questions—why didn't she just have sex with me then? At the same time, I felt a pang of regret because I couldn't resist touching her breasts, but I only managed to touch her bra through her clothes.
Perhaps I have a mother complex? I'm always filled with a longing for women's breasts. Thinking about it, I couldn't help but get excited, so I started masturbating again. While masturbating, I fantasized about having sex with her.
Finally, I finished. After calming down, I realized how strange it was that I would fantasize about having sex with this teacher, whom my classmates considered ugly and short. Before, my sexual fantasies were always about my gentle and refined Chinese teacher or my beautiful and alluring English teacher! How did I end up like this? Unexpectedly, this incident became a shadow in my heart, and she became the most frequent object of my sexual fantasies! She's a devil!
In subsequent music classes, even if she saw me, she would pretend not to know me. But I would often stare at her absentmindedly during class, fantasizing about unspeakable things.
After entering the second year of junior high school, we were reassigned to different classes. My music teacher wasn't her, but she became my Scout teacher!
The first time I attended her Scout class, I thought she'd act like nothing had happened between us, just like before.
But right after class, she called me from the hallway. She said, "Wang XX, can you come to the counseling room to see me at noon?"
I replied, "Okay."
She turned and walked away.
My heart was pounding. I wondered if she was going to do *that* with me again.
Finally, noon arrived, and I went to the counseling room as promised. I was even thinking that maybe this would be my first time experiencing sex with a woman.
When I entered the counseling room, she told me to sit down. She said, "What do you think of me?"
I replied, "Very good, just a little fierce."
She smiled and said, "Really?"
I felt strange; I'd never seen her smile before.
She said again, "I know you all think I'm fierce and hate me, right?"
I said, "No."
She said, "You hate me too, right?"
I said, "No."
She said again, "I know you really dislike me; I can see it in your eyes."
To be honest, although I didn't like her at that time, I didn't hate her either! And somehow, I even felt a little sorry for her. But she insisted that she could tell I hated her from my eyes. This was unbelievable! And she was a counselor! So I kept quiet.
Then she said, "Do you want to come to my house this Sunday?"
I asked her, "Where does my house live? "
She said, "In Dajia. "
I said, "I don't know how to get to Dajia." She said
, "I can take you there. "
She said, "Okay, this Sunday morning at nine o'clock, wait for me at the side gate of the school, and I'll take you there."
I thought to myself: Is the teacher really going to do *that* with me this time? So
I replied, "Okay."
On Sunday morning, I arrived on time, and a red car was already waiting there. She called me from the car, and I got in.
The car arrived in Dajia in less than half an hour. When I got out, I realized we were at a hotel. I wondered why we weren't at her house. Was it because it was inconvenient to do *that*?
I followed her into the hotel.
I watched her back. She was wearing a white top, a knee-length red pencil skirt, white stockings, and red high heels. Her hair wasn't tied up as usual; it was down, and there was even a white bow in her hair.
A woman nearing forty, dressed in a way incongruous with her age to seduce men—I couldn't help but feel sorry for her. Perhaps her eccentric and withdrawn personality had left her lonely, friendless, and without the taste of love, making her so lonely and yearning for a man's comfort.
My classmates told me she grew up in a single-parent family. Her father was a veteran who had retreated from mainland China to Taiwan. He was alone, finally managed to marry, but then ran off with another man, leaving her, who was only two years old at the time, behind. After raising her to adulthood and making her a teacher, I suffered a stroke and became paralyzed, confined to my home. She cared for me every day.
Thinking of this, I felt pity. Alright! I'll offer her my first time to satisfy her! Then, I followed her up the stairs and into the room.
She locked the door, and my heart was pounding. We took off our shoes and sat together on the edge of the bed.
She asked, "Are you nervous?"
I said, "No."
She said, "You seem very nervous. It's okay, relax."
Then she started to take off her skirt.
When she was about to take off her top, she saw me sitting still and said, "Why aren't you moving? Take your clothes off."
I did as she said, watching her undress. I noticed she was wearing white underwear with a corset, and it even had lace on it!
Then, as she tried to unhook the back of her bra, she seemed to encounter some difficulty; one hook just wouldn't come off. Seeing her struggling with that hook, I really wanted to help her, but I didn't dare.
Finally, she managed to unhook the bra completely. When she pulled it off her arms, I finally saw her breasts; they looked quite full, even a bit large.
Then she started taking off her pantyhose, suddenly turning to look at me and saying, "What's so interesting? Take your pants off."
It turned out that when I was down to my underwear, I hesitated because it was my first time. At her command, I quickly took off my underwear as well.
By then, she had already taken off hers. She sat next to me, reached out and touched my penis, holding it in her hand, looking at it, and said, "Your thing is very beautiful."
I never dreamed that my penis would be praised by a teacher! Staring at her round, large breasts, I finally mustered the courage to touch them. Thankfully, this time she didn't stop me.
The first time I touched a woman's breasts, I felt incredibly curious and excited. They felt like a lump of flesh swaying on my chest. Her areolas were large, and their color wasn't as dark as some older women's or women who had been with many men. I know many men prefer women with small areolas, but I prefer women with large areolas. I think it might be related to the large areolas of the woman I slept with for the first time.
I started kneading her breasts with my hands, and my eyes began to stare at her genitals. Because of her pubic hair and her thighs not being fully open, I couldn't see her private parts. I wanted to reach out and touch them, but I didn't have the courage.
At that moment, I noticed that her hands were covered with burn scars, which was a bit scary. She seemed to know my doubts and said, "I was accidentally scalded by boiling water when I was little."
I just blankly responded with an "Oh."
Then she said, "Come on! Lie down."
I lay down, and soon I felt my penis being tightly covered by her mouth, and she began to suck and spit it out, letting my penis move in and out of her mouth. I thought to myself: her technique has really improved a lot since last time!
After stroking my penis a dozen times, she spat it out of her mouth and said, "It's salty."
Then she said, "Okay, get up."
Next, she lay down next to me, spread her legs, and said, "Come on."
So I got up and knelt between her legs. I thought her spreading her legs was a form of permission, so I boldly reached out and touched her vulva.
I had only ever seen women's genitals in books before, but this time I not only saw a real woman's vulva but was also touching it with my hand. My long-cherished dream had finally come true! I felt that a woman's vulva was much softer than I had imagined.
Unable to resist the temptation of curiosity, I bent down and brought my eyes close to her vulva, wanting to see it clearly. I found that her labia were quite large, close to flesh-colored with a hint of red, and the shape was also very beautiful. Unlike some women's labia, which are either strangely shaped or black or purple in color.
As I grew older and met more women, I realized that none of them could compare to the beauty of my teacher's vulva. A woman whose face wasn't conventionally attractive, yet her genitals were so alluring—truly, appearances can be deceiving! It seems God is fair!
So, everyone, if your girlfriend isn't conventionally beautiful, don't be discouraged and neglect her. Perhaps after getting to know her better, you'll discover her inner beauty.
At that moment, I was observing her vulva, even fiddling with it to get a better look. Suddenly, I had the urge to lick her vulva. Unexpectedly, she saw through me and said, "Don't lick."
I was stunned, thinking, how did she know I wanted to lick her vulva?
I had no choice but to lift my head and grab her breasts again, starting to caress and knead them, then bringing my mouth to lick her nipples. This time she didn't stop me, and I began to suckle her nipples; they were quite large. As I suckled, I switched to her other nipple, sucking with increasing fervor, reluctant to let go, and even reaching out to caress her other breast.
Then she said, "Okay, is it any milk coming out?"
Reluctantly, I gave up and then stroked her lower abdomen; she was a slightly overweight woman, her belly protruding. Next, my hand moved to her genitals, and I began to caress her vulva.
I looked at her while manipulating her labia. Honestly, her vulva was truly beautiful—her pubic hair was thick and soft. Her labia majora were large, seemingly covered in fat, making her vulva appear full. Her labia minora were well-proportioned and thick, protruding above the dense pubic hair, unlike many women whose vulvas are completely hidden by pubic hair. Therefore, having the privilege of seeing my teacher's vulva was a tremendous visual treat.
At this point, the teacher seemed a little angry and embarrassed, and said, "What's so interesting about this? Hurry up and come on in."
I knew she wanted me to penetrate her, so I lifted my penis and tried to insert it into her vagina. However, my penis kept getting stuck at the entrance, and I couldn't get it in no matter how many times I tried. It was really embarrassing.
The teacher seemed to sympathize with me after seeing this, so she reached out and held my penis, saying, "Okay."
So I gratefully pushed hard, and easily inserted my penis into the teacher's vagina.
Then I used both hands to hold her legs and began to slowly thrust in and out. Watching my penis go in and out of her vagina, I thought that this time I could finally fulfill my long-cherished wish and experience the pleasure between men and women.
After about a dozen thrusts, I was not satisfied and reached out to caress the teacher's breasts. First, I used my hands to push them into two mounds, then let go and let them spread out. After doing this a few times, I grabbed them and held them tightly, moving and rotating them continuously, enjoying the pleasure of playing with a woman's breasts.
Suddenly, I realized I'd been so engrossed in touching her breasts that I'd forgotten my penis still had work to do! So, I resumed the slow, gentle insertion and withdrawal of my penis into her vagina.
But my hands wouldn't let go of her beautiful breasts, gripping them tightly as if afraid they'd escape. At that moment, I felt my hands on her full breasts, watching my penis appear and disappear within her vagina. All my past sexual fantasies had come true; it was incredibly pleasurable.
She probably disapproved of my behavior and said, "Get on top of me."
So I lay on top of her and continued thrusting.
Perhaps I was blinded by lust, because I disregarded her appearance and felt an urge to kiss her. I asked, "Teacher, can I kiss you?"
She said, "No."
I said, "Why?"
She replied, "I'm wearing lipstick; it'll get on you."
Looking back, it's probably for the best. I've already lost my virginity to this old monster; at least my first kiss wasn't lost along with it.
Suddenly, I had a thought: I wanted to try the dog-like position. So I said, "Teacher, can we try a different position?"
The teacher asked, "What position?"
I said, "It's like, teacher, you lie down, and I'll enter you from behind."
She said, "Okay. Get up."
So I got up and pulled out my penis. She got up, turned around, knelt down with her back to me, and her buttocks facing me.
Although her legs were short and thick, her buttocks were undeniably alluring, fair and rosy, quite plump, unlike my current girlfriend's flat buttocks—a real flaw. I tried to insert my penis between her plump buttocks again, but this time I still couldn't get it in.
The teacher probably sensed my predicament, so she reached out and guided my penis into her vagina.
After successfully inserting it, I supported her body and began thrusting. At this point, the teacher buried her head in the pillow, seemingly resting because she was a little tired.
After about twenty or thirty thrusts, I felt the pleasure gradually increasing, but I really didn't want to ejaculate so soon; I wanted to enjoy it a little longer, so I paused, rested my body against her back, savoring the tender moment, and then reached out to fondle her breasts. Then
she asked, "Why aren't you moving?"
I didn't want to leave her body, so I brought my face close to her ear, pressed my chest against her back, and began to thrust again, twisting my hips. At this moment, I was panting as I thrust, and I could also smell the fragrance of her hair.
I was probably too absorbed in the moment, forgetting that I was having sex with a woman who was ugly and possibly old enough to be my mother. I even started fantasizing that she was my lover, how wonderful it would be if we could keep making love like this forever, and how great it would be to make love with my teacher in places where no one knew! Just
as I was lost in the moment, my penis accidentally slipped out of my teacher's vagina. I had to get up and grab my penis, trying to put it back in. Unexpectedly, I had to rely on my teacher's help to get it back in.
After guiding my penis into her vagina, my teacher seemed still not satisfied. As I continued to thrust, she placed her hand on her own opening, guiding my penis back and forth to prevent it from slipping out again.
At that moment, I saw her expression in the mirror by the bed, her eyes closed, letting me thrust into her from behind without complaint, and I was deeply moved. Because she was usually so strict in class, but at this moment she was so considerate.
After a while, she said, "My legs are so sore, I want to lie down."
I quickly replied, "Okay,"
and pulled out my penis.
She then rolled over and lay down, spreading her legs to reveal her plump, alluring vulva. I gripped my penis and thrust forward. She was very considerate; this time, before I could even try, she grasped my penis and guided it into her vagina.
I lay on top of her and began thrusting. This time, I quickly felt my semen starting to accumulate. I knew this was an unstoppable force, so I began to thrust recklessly.
The teacher noticed this and tightly embraced me with both hands, hooking her legs around my buttocks, pressing us close together.
My mind went blank, and I held onto the teacher tightly, thrusting desperately. When my clenched sphincter couldn't hold back the torrent, I cruelly ejaculated streams of semen into the teacher's body.
After releasing, I collapsed on top of the teacher, panting for a few moments, before trying to get up. Unexpectedly, the teacher still held me, not letting me get up, saying, "Wait a minute."
I thought to myself, does she still not want to let me go?
Then she said, "Don't rush. Pull it out slowly, so you don't get the sheets dirty."
So I carefully pulled my penis out of the teacher's vagina.
She used toilet paper to wipe my penis clean. Then she said, "Put your clothes on!"
After a passionate moment, looking at the teacher's short and plump figure as she dressed, I could say my sexual desire had completely vanished. "Lust is emptiness," that saying is truly true.
Then she drove me back to Fengyuan.
All the way, I kept thinking: Is this my first time? I felt a sense of melancholy and regret. I should have shared my first time with the person I loved most.
After arriving in Fengyuan, the teacher asked if I wanted to have lunch with her. I said, "No, thank you. I'll just eat at home."
She said, "Okay."
Then, the teacher took out five hundred yuan from her purse and gave it to me, saying, "This is for your pocket money."
I took the money without saying a word.
She said, "You can't tell anyone about this!"
I nodded.
After I got out of the car, she said goodbye and drove away.
After that, even in her classes, it was as if nothing had ever happened, as if we both had an unspoken understanding. Only once did I run into her in the corridor next to the teachers' office. In that awkward moment when our eyes met, she nodded and smiled at me first, and I shyly said, "Hello, teacher!"
She never asked me to do "that" again. About two months later, she resigned and left the school.
I don't know if it was because of this incident, but my grades plummeted. I used to always be in the top five in every exam, but suddenly I fell out of the top ten. The situation got even worse after I entered the third year of junior high school. Even being among the bottom few became commonplace. My college entrance exam results were also terrible, and I couldn't afford a private five-year junior college, so I had to settle for a vocational high school.
In my second year of high school, I had sex with my first girlfriend. She was my classmate, and I gave her my first kiss.
The embarrassing thing was that my attempt to hole-in-one failed, leading her to believe it was my first time, while she had plenty of experience.
Although I was annoyed, I endured the humiliation and used her as a good practice subject, greatly improving my skills.
After starting my second year of junior college, I finally met my ideal girlfriend. She happened to be my classmate, named Hui-Chiu. She was truly a wonderful girl. For two years, she didn't give me a chance—partly because I was too honest.
But finally, during my extended year, I succeeded. And let me tell you, it was her first time!
Later, during my two years of military service, she waited for me without complaint, which deeply moved me. So whenever I had a long weekend, I would rush to Kaohsiung to be with her, have some fun, and relax from the stress of work.
After my discharge, I found a stable job in the Hsinchu Science Park. I thought I had finally shaken off the shadow cast by Teacher Mi Diao. But then, at a school fair my sister and I visited, I saw her—Mi Diao! I couldn't possibly mistake her; no one in the world looks like her.
I was terrified of being recognized, yet I couldn't help but stare at her. She seemed much older, her face more puffy.
Then my sister said, "Hey! Look, that woman is our old teacher."
I replied, "Oh, isn't she the one everyone calls Mi Diao?"
My sister laughed excitedly, "Yes, yes, yes! That's her! That's her!"
Then she added, "I heard she came to this school to teach."
I noticed she was holding a little girl's hand and asked, "Is she married?"
My sister replied, "Who would dare marry her! I heard that girl is adopted!"
My heart started racing.
I looked over; she was squatting by a goldfish stand watching her daughter catch fish. I gazed at her daughter—she was probably around ten years old! Perhaps it's just my imagination, but I felt that the girl's face resembled mine. Could she be the girl from that year with my teacher...?
And that incident happened about ten years ago now, and we didn't use contraception back then...
The more I thought about it, the more frightened I became.
I really wanted to go up to her and ask, "Is that child really from that time...?"
But I didn't have the courage.
Seeing her holding the little girl's hand, her attitude so kind and gentle, made me even more convinced that she must be her own child, and a strange sense of guilt rose within me...
I'm getting married to A-Qiu next year. Looking back, it seems everything in humanity is preordained, and I was startled to realize that my fiancée and that "Secret Sculpture" teacher had so much in common: although my fiancée was beautiful, she, like her, liked to wear her hair all pulled back in a ponytail.
When she glared at me angrily with those big eyes, it reminded me of her!
Her personality was practically a carbon copy of hers—irritable, willful, and somewhat aloof. What
I can't forget most is that they both had: full breasts, large areolas, thick pubic hair, and equally large and alluring vulvas—though not as unforgettable as the teacher's!
Equally white and tempting buttocks—though hers was flatter than the teacher's plump bottom!
Teacher! You are still the demon in my heart, constantly haunting me.

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