Silicon Valley Moms

Silicon Valley Mom

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(I)

The plane landed, with some vibration. Mom looked a little nervous, but mostly excited and happy.

We were going to America! Whoosh...whoosh...the plane landed. Cheers erupted in the cabin. I wondered why

America could excite women so much. I was skeptical, even though I liked America too. Ah, just as I was

being skeptical , Mom was already dragging her large suitcase towards the exit.

"Hmm...it's so heavy, hmm..." Mom's coquettish voice came through the cabin, the sweet, mature

voice of a woman that most captivated a man.

"This lovely lady, let me help you with this." An American man walked over and naturally

took the suitcase. Wow, a 30kg suitcase, he handled it effortlessly. I took a closer look, and sure enough, he was

an American man—tall and muscular, with chestnut blond hair, bright, deep blue eyes, a resolute face, and

gentlemanly manners. I have to admit, this was the first American man my mother and I met upon arriving in America, and he

was incredibly charming.

The man's tall, robust figure stood beside my mother, making her beautiful face flushed. Perhaps she

was tired from carrying the luggage, I reassured myself. Otherwise, could it be because of the American man?

"Dear madam, I don't know how to address you."

"Ah, you... speak Chinese?"

"Hehe, of course, beautiful madam. We're on the same flight from Beijing to Silicon Valley. I used to

work for an American company in Beijing."

"Hehe, I see. I didn't expect to run into a fellow Beijing 'native' here in America. Hey, what did you call me

just now ?"

"Beautiful lady, beautiful Chinese lady, welcome to America." The American man

laughed heartily and amiably. His mother was amused by him, and the two walked along the road outside the airport, seemingly becoming

friends .

"We've arrived at Silicon Valley Plaza. Beautiful Chinese lady, are any relatives or friends here to pick you up

?"

"My husband said he would."

"Husband? Oh, what a pity. You mean you're already married?"

"Yes, haha." Seeing a hint of disappointment in the man's eyes, Mom playfully gave him a sweet

smile. "I've been married for many years. My husband works in Silicon Valley. I've brought my son with me

to reunite with him." She pointed to me and showed me to the American man. "This is my son. Come on,

uncle, help Mom with her luggage. Thank you, uncle."

What's going on? Is this the first thing a mother says to her son upon arriving in America? She's been busy

chatting and laughing with American men the whole way, and only now she remembers me? The man seemed to only then notice me, and awkwardly extended his

large, hairy hand to shake mine. Wow, that hand full of blond hair—a true Western man! Suddenly, I noticed Mom staring at that

hairy hand, somewhat dazed. What is Mom thinking?

"Is your husband over there?" The American man patiently waited with Mom, pointing to an approaching

car in the distance.

“Um, no, really, I told him the flight was at 6 o’clock, why isn’t he here yet?” Mom pouted her

rosy , as if she were coaxing Dad who hadn’t arrived yet, but to me it sounded more like she was

coaxing an American man.

The man immediately comforted Mom, saying that it was rush hour in Silicon Valley and there might be traffic, and told her

not to worry, he would wait with her. “Beautiful lady from China, today is your first

day in America. I won’t leave until I’ve completely handed you over to your husband.”

“Pfft,” Mom’s brief displeasure vanished. “You’re quite mean. Do you

talk to Chinese women like that in Beijing? I’m not like you say, I’m… beautiful lady.” As she spoke, Mom’s

face flushed again, just like before.

"Hehe, everyone agrees she's a beauty. Look, in just this short time, so many people around

here have already turned their gazes. Sigh, I wish I had a wife as beautiful as her."

"Pfft," Mom chuckled again, naturally echoing the American man's words. Damn, why is

n't here yet? Half an hour has passed in the blink of an eye; the two of them seem to be having a very pleasant chat. Just as I was getting impatient

, the phone rang. Mom quickly answered; it was Dad's voice, "Xiaorou, hello wife,

have you landed yet? There's an urgent mission at the research institute today, so I can't pick you and our son up myself. I

've already asked Xiao Wu to pick them up. I'm sorry, wife."

"Hmph, what's wrong with you? Work, work, working for years on end! We're in America, and you're still

working , 555..." Mom is truly a woman of deep emotions; as she spoke, tears welled up in her eyes.

"Don't cry, honey. I know it's not easy for you and the baby, but I'm having a tough time in America too . You

'll understand when you get here."

"No, no, I don't want to know! Humph, you don't care about me at all! I don't want Xiao Wu to answer! No!"

With that, Mom angrily slammed the phone off. She stood there, tears still streaming down her face.

Seeing Mom so upset, the American man quickly came over, took off his coat, and draped it over her. Mom

immediately softened, leaning against the American man's chest. But after just a moment, they both seemed a little embarrassed

and quickly separated. Humph, but I saw all of this.

"Yue Rou, should we wait here? Your husband's friend is about to arrive." The American man learned from their conversation

that my mother's name was Yue Rou.

“Mark,” Mom also learned that the American man’s name was Mark, “Well… I’m angry with my husband.

I don’t want to be picked up by his friend as he arranged.”

“Then…”

“Take me back, no, take me to a hotel. I need to stay in a hotel for a couple of days.”

“Alright,” Mark shrugged with a mix of helplessness and playfulness, winking, “My beautiful and charming Chinese

lady, I will take your place in greeting you first.”

“Heh, you’re so cheeky.” The two were already getting into the car when I followed behind. I couldn’t let

Mom go to the hotel alone.

Mark's car was expensive and comfortable. My mother was overjoyed when she got in. They chatted in a mix of

Chinese . I was too sleepy from the flight and dozed off.

When they arrived at the hotel, Mark and my mother got out of the car. Unexpectedly, when closing

the door, he accidentally pulled it, tearing my mother's white dress. A large section of it was pulled down, revealing my mother's

snow-white , full buttocks. Of course, not completely naked; my mother was wearing beige panties and stockings,

but in a rather sexy style, which further accentuated the sexy, mature buttocks of this beautiful Chinese woman.

"Ah..." My mother realized her buttocks were exposed to the men and screamed. It would have been better if she hadn't screamed, because after she

screamed, Mark and I didn't know what to do. A few American men around were looking in their direction. Although the United

States is an open country, the mature, stockinged buttocks of the beautiful Chinese woman still attracted the attention of many men.

Overwhelmed with shame, Mom didn't know what to do, only knowing how to wiggle her big buttocks in embarrassment. Mark, quick-witted and agile,

immediately followed, catching the torn piece of fabric from her skirt and pressing it back onto her buttocks. His large, hairy hand

pressed firmly against her buttocks, both to prevent the fabric from falling and to feel

the fullness and softness of her flesh.

Mom's face flushed red, and she leaned weakly into Mark's arms, saying softly, "Thank you,

Mark , I need to go back to my room right away."

"Good girl, Rou Rou, you can lean against me like this, no one can see your...butt. Let's go to the hotel

and get a room." Damn, what's going on? She's already Rou Rou?

When we checked into the hotel, the problem arose. My mother and I had only airport visas when we arrived in the US,

not long-term ones. The hotel owner suspected we were illegal immigrants and refused to let us check in, even threatening

to call the police . Luckily, Mark, an American, managed to talk to us in English for a while, but the owner still refused. Mark, annoyed,

said to the owner, "Let me be frank, this is my Chinese wife. We're in the US to have our wedding, so she

doesn't have a long-term visa yet."

My mother, nestled in Mark's arms, blushed like a peach blossom. Mark's hand was still pressing firmly against her large buttocks .

Now, facing the assumption of becoming Mark's wife, her heart seemed to pound. Her face pressed

even closer to Mark's chest.

Mark put his arm around my mother's shoulders, gave her large buttocks a firm squeeze, and then kissed her lips.

Wow, that was my beautiful and gentle mother's first kiss in America.

Then Mark looked smugly at the shop owner, who immediately believed their relationship. With an apologetic smile, the shop owner

quickly checked them in and said, "Ah, I envy you, Mr. Mark, having such a beautiful and charming Chinese

woman as your wife. Look at how she nestles in your arms, like a ewe nestled against a lion in Shakespeare's play." Good

grief, what kind of shop owner is this? Are American shop owners like this? Can they even recite Shakespeare?

"Hehe, of course, she's the gentlest and most considerate ewe I've captured in China," Mark joked

excessively, making his mother's face flush red.

The owner gave Mark a double room and me a single room, adding at the end, "

Wishing you and your little lamb a pleasant first night in America."

Once in the room, Mark immediately dropped his earlier playful attitude. After placing his mother on the bed, he immediately withdrew his hands,

even putting them behind his back, standing three steps away, exuding gentlemanly manners. "I'm sorry, beautiful

lady , please forgive my rudeness earlier. I hope you can understand. I did that to avoid arousing the owner's suspicion.

If he calls the immigration officers, it will be troublesome for you and your son."

His mother's eyes were glazed, her beautiful eyes filled with reproach. "But, you're bad, you're so bad, you touched me there."

"Madam, I'm sorry."

"Hmm… and you touched me for so long…"

"Madam, I'm so sorry."

"And you even kissed me…"

“Madam, I was wrong, please forgive me,”

Mark suddenly knelt on one knee before his mother like a European knight, took her smooth, white hand, and kissed

it. “Madam, my beautiful Chinese Venus, if I were the wounded lion in Shakespeare’s play, I

would wish you were the white, luscious ewe who accompanies me. Rou, you are so charming, please forgive me.”

“Mmm…you’re bad, I forgive you…” Sitting on the edge of the bed, his mother was both happy and shy, her large

buttocks swaying coquettishly with her upper body, intentionally or unintentionally conveying to Mark

the signal that a mature and voluptuous Chinese woman longed to be conquered by a masculine American man like Mark.

“Madam,” Mark seemed to calm down a bit, standing up, “I’m glad you’ve forgiven me. This is your

first night in America, you must be tired from the flight, it would be best to have a delicious dinner and then

sleep .” Mark suddenly snapped his fingers loudly, and the waiter pushed the food cart in through the door. Wow, he

had already ordered dinner. What a considerate and gentlemanly American man, I couldn’t help but admire him.

“Madam, please enjoy your meal with your son. I will pick you up tomorrow morning and take you back to

your husband,” Mark said with impeccable manners, his handsome face radiating charm.

His mother seemed displeased, but remained silent, her lips slightly pouting. “Hmm…where are you going?”

“I’m going to spend the night in the car.”

“Why not…”

“My wife, that’s how an American gentleman should be.”

“Then you’re going to leave me alone for my first dinner in America?” His mother looked at

Mark Good heavens, that mature, beautiful Eastern woman’s captivating, resentful eyes—Mark felt as if he were melting.

"Madam...it's an honor to dine with you."

"I'd like to dine in the back garden. There's the moon and the evening breeze."

"Very well, charming madam."

Oh my god, what's going on? Just as I was thinking this, Mom said to me, "Xiaojun, Mom and Uncle are going to

dine . You stay in the house and don't run around, be good."

(II)

Having just finished a 10-hour flight, my mother didn't seem tired at all. Mark and I

chatted idly in the cabin. Mom had already finished showering and changed into a pale yellow dress,

the kind with straps, revealing her fair and full neck and shoulders, making her look young yet mature and charming.

"Hehe, am I pretty?"

Mark's deep blue eyes widened. "My Venus, my Chinese beauty, you are absolutely gorgeous

! I'm going to have dinner with you, even the President of the United States will be jealous of me."

Her meticulous attire earned Mark's full praise, and the mother couldn't contain her joy. Truly, a woman

dresses to please her lover, and she was a little carried away. She twirled in front of Mark like a swan. Her dress was thin, and some water droplets from her bath clung to her

thighs and buttocks, revealing their full

, fleshy shape. Her panties were also visible, their shapely, mature buttocks exuding a seductive allure.

“Come on, Mark, I’m starving. You have to tell me about the best food in America.”

“Madam, it would be my pleasure. America has many delicious things to whet your appetite, like Californian

sausages…”

“Hehe, then you fry some for me…”

The two walked towards the garden behind the hotel, or rather, the beer garden, with wicker chairs, wooden tables, awnings,

beer , and barbecue grills. Couples in twos and threes were enjoying delicious food and talking sweet nothings under the moonlight. American nights

are a blend of romantic culture and sexuality and conquest.

My mother had told me to go to bed early, but I couldn’t sleep, sitting in my room, thinking about

what had happened that day. Sigh, it seems my mother has fallen for this American man, Mark. What can I do? Mark is indeed handsome and

charming , tall and strong, with a rugged face and a neatly trimmed mustache.

I suddenly realized that Mark looked a lot like

Richard Gere Yes, it was "Autumn in New York." I remember when my father was in America and my mother was in Beijing, her favorite

movie was "Autumn in New York." She bought and treasured the DVD, watching it over and over again. She would sit on the sofa

in sexy silk nightgown, holding a big teddy bear, eating popcorn, completely

absorbed in watching the American male lead on TV.

Back then, I was still young and naive, thinking my mother missed my father too much. But no, that wasn't it.

Now I realize that although my mother had been married to my father for so many years, he wasn't the man who truly touched her

heart .

My beautiful 35-year-old mother is sexy, fair-skinned, voluptuous, and maturely alluring. Sometimes she's like a

virtuous , caring for her husband, taking care of her son, and managing her work. But other times she's like a childlike, naive princess,

always dreaming of a love that will deeply penetrate her body and soul. Perhaps all women are like that; they

always have complex dualities, even multiple facets.

To be honest, back in China, my mother was rather reserved. Even when my father wasn't home, she

didn't like to go out and show off. She used to be so loving and caring towards us; I thought she would always

belong to my father and me. But... but perhaps I was wrong. I didn't notice her

fascination with "Autumn in New York." Perhaps, since her teenage years, her ideal man has been a

tall, strong, blond, blue-eyed, and charming Western man like Richard Gere.

Many Eastern women are naturally drawn to Western men—that's a

fact Some say that everything changes in America.

How could a woman, being such a sensitive and delicate female animal, not change? From sexy lingerie to youthful dresses, from sweet lips to amorous eyes,

after just half a day with Mark, my mother exuded the allure of a feminine Chinese woman.

Bored, I rummaged around the room aimlessly. I went into the bathroom, and the steam from my mother's shower hadn't dissipated yet.

There was a mature woman's fragrance, like the scent of ripe apricots. I was shocked to see that my mother's

underwear was still tucked into her clothes. Pulling down the panties, I saw a faint damp patch between her legs, obviously from

her recent love juices, which hadn't completely dried. Damn it, I couldn't help but feel angry. This slut,

who seemed so dignified and reserved in China, immediately became shy and secreted love juices for foreigners in America.

I paced back and forth, still unable to sleep. I wondered why Mom and Mark hadn't returned yet. This was our

first day in America, and we hadn't even seen Dad. Although he hadn't picked us up at the airport, I could tell he had his reasons.

He must be very anxious now, perhaps driving all over Silicon Valley looking for us. My mother, at this time, you

wouldn't be with Mark so soon…

Sitting inside wasn't a solution. I decided to sneak out and check on them. I strolled step by step to the beer garden,

only to find that most of the guests had left. There was only a faint light in the depths of the garden, coming from the grill. A man and a

woman sat by the grill. The woman nestled gently in the man's arms. With one hand, the man picked up a California sausage and fed it

to , while his other hand rubbed her full buttocks through her skirt. The woman would occasionally raise

her beautiful eyes and look at the man playfully and affectionately, sometimes letting out a muffled, coquettish moan.

Damn, how romantic! That man is Mark, and that woman is my mother. Things have progressed

to this point, and Mom has quickly adapted to local customs, falling head

over heels Mom, have you ever considered how anxious Dad is right now?

"Rou, my Chinese darling, haven't I had enough of touching your big butt? Hehe, my hands are almost numb,"

Mark teased, his hand pressing harder and harder on her butt.

"Hmm...you bad boy, who told you to touch my butt for so long this afternoon? Now you say you don't want to touch

it anymore!"

"Rou, your butt is so big, soft, and elastic, it feels really nice to touch. Tell

me honestly, what did you feel when I touched you this afternoon?"

"Hmm...yes, you're bad, I won't say anymore, you know perfectly well."

"Tell me, I want to hear my Chinese darling tell me herself."

"Hmm...yes, I liked it."

"Like what?"

"I liked you touching me there."

"Where did you touch you?"

Mom's face flushed red, nestled in Mark's arms, "I liked you touching my butt,

when pressed down, I felt my heart pounding, I like being touched by you, Mark, your big hand is so

strong, your knuckles are so thick, I like the feeling of your intrusion on my butt." As she spoke, tears seemed to

well up , tears of excited debauchery.

Mark looked at Mom's shy beauty, and for a moment felt boundless tenderness, kissing her face, kissing away her tears.

"Rou, I love you. I fell in love with you the moment I saw you. You are the Chinese Venus in my life."

"Mark, I love you so much too. I fell in love with you the moment I smelled your scent. You

know, the moment I saw your deep blue eyes, my whole butt got wet. You are

the American David in my life."

Wow, how cheesy! These two, speaking such tender words, their words and expressions

are so sincere. Perhaps it's true love, the so-called love at first sight, the unforgettable, the eternal

, poignant romance. Hollywood's love stories over the years have probably all happened in ordinary beer gardens in America

.

This time, however, the male protagonist is the blond prince the female protagonist dreams of, and the female protagonist is

the oriental ewe the male protagonist captures during a break at the airport. A charming Chinese beauty and a handsome, masculine American man—one yearning

to be completely conquered, the other yearning to fiercely conquer the other. A touching love story from a great Hollywood producer, American-

style expansion and conquest, the Western man's exuberance and the Eastern woman's gentle subjugation—that's it, isn't it?

I silently thought to myself, even if you don't want to, even if you're unhappy, this is the reality before you. But

what about Dad? This Chinese

man , working hard, saving every penny, just for his beloved wife—how will he

face this bleak life?

Of course, perhaps it's all nothing; everyone will immediately understand the essence of this world: conquest and defeat—

you always have to choose one. Just like me, I was once Mom's beloved son, and now, facing this scene, haven't I

accepted it calmly and helplessly?

After thinking for a while in a daze, I overheard my mother and Mark's conversation again. "Rou, is it delicious?

You're so greedy, my gluttonous Chinese mother cat, you're so cute."

"Hmm... Oh, I'm not a little glutton, Mark, I only eat what you feed me."

"Is that so? Then I'll feed you every day from now on, okay? I have something even better than this sausage."

Mark said with a wicked smile, digging his middle finger into the deep cleft of my mother's big buttocks, digging hard,

probably at her anus. My mother let out a soft cry. Obviously, her soft little anus was

unexpectedly attacked by the man, causing a soft sensation to spread throughout her body, making my mother blush with shyness.

"You're so naughty! That place has never been touched by a man before! I don't want your big sausage anymore!" Mom pouted

, wiggling her large hips and looking at Mark with seductive eyes. "Hmm... I still want it, but will you use your big

sausage to tease me... there...?"

"Hehe, my Chinese kitten, so you're still a virgin there. Today I'm only touching you through your skirt, not

officially. When the time comes, I'll definitely tease you properly there."

"You're so naughty... are all American men like you? Do they like women's private parts..."

"Hehe, of course, it's nothing. It's very common in America. Many women's erogenous zones are actually hidden

there."

"Hehe, hmm, you're naughty, I don't want to hear it. We Chinese women are very conservative."

Mom said this, but she was actually very excited. Her flushed face pressed against Mark's chest, her soft

waist swaying like gentle waves, her full hips undulating under Mark's caresses through her skirt.

“Oh, really?” Mark clearly saw through his mother’s repressed lust. He slapped her plump buttocks hard

, kissed her blushing cheeks and earlobes, and whispered in her ear in a deep, powerful male voice:

“Actually, many Chinese beauties’ erogenous zones are hidden there. Your plump, ripe ass, that mysterious and fragrant

anus must be the source of your sexiness. It seems that God’s arrangement has allowed me

to rest with a beautiful Chinese woman like you, and let me explore your mysterious virgin anus. I will definitely explore it to its fullest extent, my gentle

Chinese mother cat, just you wait.”

His mother was completely overwhelmed by Mark’s masculine and provocative words. Her repressed buttocks seemed to tremble, and

her anus and vagina seemed to be simultaneously leaking love juice, wetting the back of her skirt.

“Mark, my dear brother, my American brother, I love you, I’m yours, kiss me, fuck me,

suffocate , drive me crazy.”

Mother murmured, lost in love. Mark followed suit, kissing her lips deeply—a French-style, wet

kiss, long, powerful, passionate, and frantic. They kissed, entwined, and rolled on the grass.

Mark finally couldn’t resist grabbing his mother’s large breasts, lifting her skirt and

attacking her plump thighs and buttocks.

Mother moaned, and Mark roared, howling with the joy of a wild beast conquering its ewe. Mother

’s dress was pulled over her head, revealing her soft, fragrant belly. Mark kissed and sucked near her navel

, eliciting continuous moans from Mother, her panties soaked.

Mark turned his mother's body around, making her bend over like a female dog, her tight shorts clinging to

her bulging buttocks. Mark grabbed the shorts, not pulling them down her thighs, but

tearing them apart with his wild hands. The fabric flew open, revealing his naked mother, like a female dog, her

large, white, plump buttocks exposed before him.

This American beast, Mark, faced with such a feast, felt a sense of conqueror's accomplishment. His pants were already

erect; that feast was his mother's plump, white, ripe buttocks, which

writhed shyly under Mark's lewd gaze, circling. Her pink virgin anus and wet, sweet vagina contracted beautifully,

calling out to Mark, aroused.

Mark cried out a beautiful softness, pulled down his pants, proudly raising his magnificent weapon, ready to attack

that fertile soil of the Chinese beauty. He was about to attack.

Damn it, I've been a bystander all this time, and in just half a day, things have gotten this

far . As a bystander, but only up to this point, although I'm not a petty man or son—

I've accepted my mother flirting with other men, I've accepted my mother kissing other men, I've even accepted other men touching my mother's breasts and

buttocks —but at this moment, my mother's virgin anus and fragrant

paradise, after all, the place where I was born, are about to be penetrated by an American man, and it's happening right before my

eyes. I can no longer tolerate it. I reflexively screamed,

"Mom…,"

At that very moment, a deafening roar suddenly erupted from the sky, followed by lightning and a torrential downpour. American summers, like

China, are unpredictable with thunderstorms. Perhaps it was playing a cruel joke on lovers. My mother,

who couldn't , heard my voice carried on the wind and rain. Even the most promiscuous woman would

feel a deep moral unease from her own son; the shame of adultery welled up within her. The downpour also brought

Mark and my mother to their senses, and they both moved away from each other.

I quickly straightened my clothes under the lightning, as if nothing had happened. Because of

the bushes , they still couldn't see me. My mother realized I was probably far away and hadn't seen

what they were doing. Her emotions calmed somewhat. She exchanged a glance with Mark, neither of them speaking, their eyes filled with a complex and infatuated look.

I had already walked up to them. "Mom, it's late, let's go home."

The atmosphere among the three of them was awkward. Just then, the downpour suddenly stopped, the water vapor condensed, and the air seemed to freeze.

Mom blushed, walked to my side, pulled me back, and gave Mark a lingering look and a few words

in English. Mom thought I wouldn't understand, but I did. Mom was saying to Mark, "Darling, I am your

Chinese ewe, from the moment I met you, no, maybe God destined me to be, but we

met too late, really. If possible, I would like to stay in your arms forever, but... as a

wife with a husband, I really went too far. Tomorrow I will call my husband to pick me up. Thank

you, Mark, really, you gave me such a romantic night. This is my first night in America and my

first kiss. My dear Leo, the man in my life, Mark, you are wonderful, really wonderful. Goodbye..."

A bunch of hypothetical English words, and as Mom spoke, her eyes were already red and tears were welling up. Mark seemed to be affected as well

, but the two of them tried their best to restrain themselves so that I wouldn't notice. My mother, strong and resolute, didn't look back, but quickly pulled me

back.

Once we were far away, she turned back to look at where Mark was in the beer garden. Seeing him looking at her too, she turned away shyly and

continued walking. This back and forth, this constant turning of her head and back, was exhausting. It was exhausting, too, for

ethics, for morality, for love, for lost love, for the inability to love. All three of us were so tired…

Back in the hotel room, my mother told me to get some sleep, then rushed into her room,

locked the door, and collapsed onto the bed, sobbing uncontrollably. I heard that heartbreaking yet beautiful cry from outside the door. As

her son, what indescribable complex emotions I felt!

Back in my room, I opened the window and looked towards the beer garden. Good heavens, Mark, that American,

is really infatuated. Could it be that he's truly fallen in love with my mother? He was still squatting there, holding

the panties he had torn off his mother's clothes in his hands, warming them to his nose, rubbing the soft strips of fabric against his nose, imagining the softness of his mother's

vulva , and perhaps even the snow-white, naked, plump buttocks beneath her skirt after the panties were torn off...

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