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Post by Anthony Bridgerton on Jan 9, 2022 2:39:50 GMT
i will ALWAYS PROTECT YOU He quite enjoyed seeing her in such a state; so different from what he knew of her. But then . . . this was the explored intimacy that came with the privilege of being engaged. And whatever uncertainties may otherwise remain between them, this was at least something that brought them closer. An experience, that further bonded them. A smile formed on her lips and she then asked about his own pleasures, her hand sliding down to his own lower area . . . one that was thick with arousal. And he knew that remaining in this position was not helping to control it. He let out a huff of breath, a sound mixed with breathy amusement as well at the feeling of her hand on him despite the barrier of clothing between it. Yes, he wanted to feel her. Yes, he wanted to sate his own need and desires for her.
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But tonight, was and should remain about her. So he moved one hand to hers that was lower on his body and moved it away. "Feel only this right now," he told her. He was of course referring to the aftermath of bliss; the peak of pleasure. Raising her hand to his lips, he kissed her fingertip, before kissing the palm of her hand in a gentle caress against his lips. Parting them only to speak. "For I assure you . . . you will feel a great deal more on our wedding night." With that, he leaned in for a final kiss, deepened more than before as if to give promise to his words, as if to give her a taste of further passion . . . and abruptly ending it as he pulled his lips from her, and moved to a stand. Reaching over, he took hold of his coat and began to put it back on as his eyes remained fixed on the sight of her perfect body and knew . . . that it would be this sight that he would keep in mind as he found his own release later tonight when returned home.
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Post by Anthony Bridgerton on Jan 9, 2022 2:06:34 GMT
Anthony Bridgerton's Soundtrack
Iris
By: The Goo Goo Dolls
I think this song works for Anthony Bridgerton and tina2 's relationship!
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And I'd give up forever to touch you
'Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't wanna go home right now
And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
When sooner or later it's over
I just don't wanna miss you tonight
And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything feels like the movies
Yeah, you bleed just to know you're alive
And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
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Post by Anthony Bridgerton on Jan 9, 2022 1:56:04 GMT
i will ALWAYS PROTECT YOU Anthony could feel her growing closer to that peak of ecstatic bliss. Though he did not know her body as this was the first time he was seeing it, the first time he was touching it, the first time he was tasting it . . . he wanted to learn every inch. He wanted to know what she liked, where she liked to be touched, kissed. The speed, the vigor. Everything. And while he knew they had a lifetime of marriage to learn such things about one another, this was indeed a wonderful start. Feeling her response of tightened grip in his hair, of increased sounds and moans . . . of her heated core pulsing, feeling that closeness.
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Until a final, glorious sound escaping her lips filled the air, as the liquid proof of her release filled his mouth. Enjoying the product of his actions and her now having experienced that release that he wondered if she even understood. What mattered now though, is that she knew how it could feel. Sometimes, it did not yet need words. Sometimes, such things were best learned through experience. He did not yet stop, continuing to work his mouth against her to finish off any further indication of her reaching that peak of pleasure. The tremble in her body, the grasp in his hair, his head moving against her . . . until it began to slow. Until he knew for certain she was done as so could ride those waves of euphoria in the aftermath of her bliss. Letting his tongue run over her one more time, he finally parted his lips from her center, kissing along her inner thighs as he took a moment to catch his own breath.
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To gain his own composure for while the focus was on her needs, he certainly had ones of his own. Yet . . . now was not the time for it. Moving now in an upward path along her body, his lips trailed over her skin until aligning with her own. Allowing them to curve into a smile as he memorized her expression. He may have heard her and felt her as she reached that peak, but he had not seen her. He would rectify that the next time. So in this moment, he just took in the sight of her, feeling a strong sense of pride that he had been the one to cause such expressions in her exquisitely delicate features. "That," he began to say as he leaned down to kiss her deeply. Slowly. Letting his tongue glide into her with drawn motions so that she could taste herself. Easing out of the kiss, he kept his forehead pressed against hers, his eyes heavily lidded though focused on her. "Is what pleasure feels like."
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Post by Anthony Bridgerton on Jan 9, 2022 1:12:12 GMT
i will ALWAYS PROTECT YOU Feeling and hearing Elizabeth's reactions spurred Anthony on. The way she had moved into his touch, the way she had gasped when he captured her between his lips. The sounds though, became muffled and Anthony had half a mind to remove her hand -- presuming that was what she was using to stifle them -- so that he could hear evidence of her enjoyment. The thought of being overheard did not occur to the Viscount for he was not bothered by it. They were to be married. There was no dishonor in pleasuring ones intended; there was no reason to stop.
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Fortunately, she did remove her hand and Anthony would have smiled at the sounds she made, at being so unfiltered in the pleasure . . . had he not been keeping them thoroughly occupied. He could feel her grip his hair, another welcome action that indicated encouragement . . . a nonverbal urge to continue. Which, he would certainly not disappoint her by denying. In fact, it only made sink her deeper into his mouth. His lips probed between the folds of her skin, sucking and caressing her. Giving attention to that one pleasure point that he could not help but wonder, if she had ever discovered on her own.
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He moaned through his actions, sending a vibration to her core as his fingertips pressed into the skin of her thighs; not hard enough to leave any mark or to even hurt, but enough to be felt. He wanted to drink in her taste and let her forget all else . . . to fall over that edge where she would find ecstasy, again and again. He wanted her to experience how desire could be met with such pleasure.
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Post by Anthony Bridgerton on Jan 8, 2022 4:51:31 GMT
i will ALWAYS PROTECT YOU She said that she knew nothing of pleasure and . . . that excited him further. To hear her say that she knew nothing of it, made him want her to experience all of it. Made him want to be the one who introduced her to this world of euphoric bliss. Of how passion could lead to such sensations that she had not yet experienced. He wanted to give that to her . . . so that she may experience it all. But with their only engaged state, he could give but a glimpse of what it could be. Granted, he would ensure it was a rather impactful one. Still slight bent over her, he stood a bit straight, bending her knees so that he could pull down each leg of her bloomers, tossing the article of clothing carelessly to the side.
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There was something rather thrilling about being fully clothed where she, was the exact opposite. Though he longed for some freedom of movement, so proceeded to remove his coat, tossing it on the other side of the bed. Leaning back over her, his lips immediately went to hers, kissing her with the same passion that ignited within him. Her gentle fingers brushed aside his hair from his face and he found the action rather . . . comforting. A feeling he had not quite expected yet certainly not an unwelcome one. Each of his hands then went to hers, pressing them on the bed on either side of her head, his fingers interlocking with her own. Moaning through the kiss and drinking in her taste . . . something he wished to have more of. Letting his tongue run along her bottom lip he parted it from her mouth, a smile dancing in its stead.
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"Yes," he whispered in a deep, hushed tone that was filled with promise. "Gladly," he added on a bit more teasingly. Letting his lips linger over hers for a moment longer, he started to create a trail of kisses, moving from her lips, to her chin, down the front of her neck. Forcing himself not to once again grow distracted by her breasts, he kissed the path between them, lowering himself further and further, releasing her hands to grant him an easier angle. They instead went to her legs as he parted them while his lips never left her skin. Kissing down her stomach, placing a few light ones upon her inner thigh. Her scent starting to fill the air at his current position. Lowering himself, he paused, lips hovering over her heated core as he lightly blew over it in a gentle tease to further build the desire, ignite it within her. Until finally, he properly and fully took her into his mouth, using all parts of it . . his tongue, teeth, lips to caress and tease the area, swirling within her, and drinking in her taste that he had not even realized until now, he needed quenched.
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Post by Anthony Bridgerton on Jan 8, 2022 4:26:05 GMT
i will ALWAYS PROTECT YOU Anthony knew that he needed to be content with their household. The most important thing was that he was with Siena and the rest . . . would require adjustment. But if they were together, then surely, they could endure anything. Even small spaces which barley contained enough space for two people. A slight exaggeration perhaps but the Viscount . . . the former Viscount was used to quite different accommodations. All was distracted from his mind when Siena referred to him by his Christian name. He turned his head to look at her, whether she was looking at him or not. And a soft expression touched his features, his lips curving upwards in a smile to match. He loved hearing it. The foreign way it sounded upon her tongue but not unwelcome in the slightest. He belatedly registered that she had said anything else to him . . . other than his name. Other than calling him Anthony. [
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"Right," he said, trying to snap out of it. Approaching the fireplace which already contained some suitable firewood, he reached for the flint and steel. Staring at both things he made a bit of a face. There was certainly a technique to this, surely . . . but he never had to do this before. Not once in his 29 years of life. Crouching in front of the fireplace he rubbed the two things together to create a spark. Nothing. He attempted again; nothing. Did one use cloth to aid in this process? "Perhaps I will just keep you warm tonight," he suggested with a playful smile, an attempt to draw attention from his inability to get the damn spark started.
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Rising to a stand, he turned to look at her, unable to forget what she had said to him despite the need to start a fire -- and his lacking desire to make attempt so soon. The thoughts spurring into deeper ones. "Could you be happy here, Siena?" He asked her softly. He wanted to make her happy and . . . she said this place was perfect yet, he wanted to be sure. Her happiness was all that mattered in the world right now. Where he once had siblings and a mother to care for and estates to manage . . . it was all gone. His sole attention and focus would be on her and so, he could not bare the thought that their circumstances, being far from what she truly desired.
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Post by Anthony Bridgerton on Jan 8, 2022 0:23:29 GMT
i will ALWAYS PROTECT YOU Amid his occupied lips, Anthony slightly smiled at her words of how he was wearing too much clothing. Parting from the contact of her skin, he glanced down for a brief moment, before meeting her gaze. "As are you," he teased in return, fully aware that there was an imbalance between them when it came to the divested layers of clothing. Leaning forward to capture her lips in a slow, deep kiss, his hands fell between them where hers were on his pants, and shifted her hands to wrap around his neck. Once he had them positioned there, he own continued their work, pulling loose the rest of the her dress so that it would pool at her feet. Leaving her only in her bloomers.
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Taking a deep breath through the kiss, Anthony suddenly lifted her up in his arms, allowing her to wrap her legs around his waist though it was not for long. Just long enough to reach the bed, to which he set her down on the edge of it, sliding her up just a little while her legs hung off the side. Finally breaking the contact of their lips, his forehead pressed against hers as his upper body was bent over her own, his feet on the ground to grant him some stability. "I asked you if you knew of desire," he breathed against hers, his lips capturing hers once more, his hands upon the last layer of clothing she donned. "Now tell me, what do you know of pleasure?" He asked, as he began to pull down her bloomers the gesture causing him to move down a little so that he could slide them off of her with ease.
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Post by Anthony Bridgerton on Jan 7, 2022 5:15:12 GMT
i will ALWAYS PROTECT YOU There was immediate relief when she told him that he had not hurt her. Anthony could only think of what he intended to do had the horrible alternative occurred. But gone were these thoughts as she continued to speak . . . revealing that she had left him because she could not stop thinking about him. The words struck him, though he remained perfectly still. His heart swelled with emotion, flooded with feelings, overwhelmed with the notion. It felt both wonderful and painful at the same time. An odd juxtaposition that the Viscount struggled to suppress.
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To hear that she could not stop thinking about him, was all he longed to hear. Similar words had once been spoken to her when he had ended their relationship for the first time . . . telling her that he could not think of anything else but her. So now, to have the same sentiment shared about him . . . he should feel overjoyed. And yet, there was the pain. The pain and hurt of heartbreak. Of what the two of them have endured together and apart. The separation on more than one occasion. But . . . here they were. For it seemingly felt impossible to truly stay apart. Like a moth to a flame, he was drawn to her in inexplicable ways. Ways that the eldest son was unable to comprehend. Unable to articulate.
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All he could do was gaze at her, the stoic appearance he had struggled to maintain starting to slip and left was the onslaught of emotions softening his gaze. He was unsure which emotions were even behind his eyes. He only knew that it was difficult to keep the appearance of a Viscount in her presence. Because to her . . . he just wanted to be a man. He wished to strip the title from his name and allow them to just be. Right now, he held no thoughts of his intentions to find a wife, or the reasons that they could not be together or anything that would make him step outside of this shop and never turn to look at her again. Left only, was the risk of the emptiness left inside of him, within his very heart . . . being fulfilled by her.
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"What do you want of me Siena?" He asked, not even having planned the question. His voice almost desperately pleading with her for some answers. Was it need for reconciliation? Or need to push him away so to avoid another heartbreak? He did not know. His words unplanned and his mind and heart racing. "What do you . . . desire?" He found himself asking, inching closer to her and knowing he should not. The distance between them both a safety, and a curse. He wanted her. Only her. "Tell me what you want," he continued to urge, pleading, begging because what he also knew . . . was that his heart could not endure another break should circumstances force them apart again.
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Post by Anthony Bridgerton on Jan 5, 2022 4:57:56 GMT
i will ALWAYS PROTECT YOU He had not killed him. That, was all Anthony Bridgerton could find relief in when the bullet struck his best friend . . . and greatest traitor. The gun had fired and hit the Duke but it was without critical injury. And yet . . . Anthony had to flee. Shooting a Duke would warrant an investigation whether Simon issued it or not, and Anthony could not be here for it.
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Duels were illegal for this very purpose and should he get caught . . . it would have consequences that the Viscount was not prepared for. He could not bare to see his family as he hurriedly rode off, finding solace in that one fact: Simon would live. It was never his intention to mortally wound the man but nor could he let his actions go without the necessary repercussions. He had dishonored them all and he had not paid the price. And so did Anthony.
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But the eldest son would not wallow in self pity. He had made arrangements to escape this place and so once he arrived back in the city, he went immediately to Siena's house and it was from there, that they would flee. He had just enough coin for the travel and perhaps to purchase a home at some point. They were well away from the city . . . well into the country. The days that came involved the long travel, nights spent at various inns and soon enough . . . the purchase of their very own home. It was . . . small.
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Incredibly small and when all was set in place and it belonged to them, Anthony could only stare in the entranceway. He was fairly certain with two steps, he would cross the entire foyer -- if it could even be called as such. "I suppose this will do," he stated, though knew his own voice wasn't entirely . . . convinced. Yet he also learned through experience . . . that it was not Anthony's wealth that she valued. Clearly. If she was willing to be with him under such circumstances.
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Post by Anthony Bridgerton on Jan 5, 2022 4:45:33 GMT
i will ALWAYS PROTECT YOU Anthony did as he was instructed, keeping suitable distance between them as he followed her towards somewhere they could speak privately. It was different this time, that much he knew. Realizing they were arriving at the modiste's shop he paused, taking a deep breath to brace himself for whatever this conversation held. Whatever she wished to speak to him about. He had to maintain control which . . . was often so difficult in her presence. For he often felt like when he was with her, he could just relinquish his control.
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But now . . . it took all in him not to just pull her into his arms and tell her how much he missed her. When she turned to speak to him, Anthony had to once again, fight back his natural reaction to her words. She left the man that he had seen her with. The thought of her being with him was maddening enough but . . . he now thought of the implications of her words. She was telling him she was not with the other man. Was she with, any other man? What did this mean? What should it mean? Yet there was one question that played in his mind. One that made him wonder . . . about her, about the other.
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The reasons of why she had left him still unclear to the Viscount, yet he need be assured of one thing. "Did he hurt you?" His words came out stronger than he had planned, for they were thick with the protectiveness he felt over her. He had no claim to her, as he well knew but the sudden thought of her having to flee another because another may have harmed her; lay a hand on her, verbally abused her . . . anything of the sort, caused Anthony's blood to boil and his question to come out with such strength and potential anger towards anyone who would dare do such a thing to her.
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Post by Anthony Bridgerton on Jan 2, 2022 20:21:56 GMT
i will ALWAYS PROTECT YOU This was not at all how Anthony wanted -- or hoped for -- the night to be. It had been a simple dinner, one that had gone quite well . . . that is, until their carriage broke in the middle of terrible weather. The air was bitterly cold, and the snow made each step feel more challenging than what was ordinarily quite manageable. But the worst part of it, the absolute worst part of it was . . . was that Kate was suffering. Had this been just him affected, he would have been alright. He would have handled it. Yes, he would have most certainly been irritated by the circumstance and perhaps quietly cursing throughout . . . but he would have dealt with it accordingly.
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But such was not the case. Kate, his wife . . . she was suffering. It was cold, the weather beyond unfavorable and . . . he had no way of protecting her. No, he had failed in protecting her. He was not foolish enough to blame the weather on him, and yet, the protective nature so instinctive in the Viscount made him loathe himself for putting her in this position. Cold, tired, uncomfortable. Kate was one of the strongest woman that he knew but never would he test the limits of her strength. And yet, that seemed to be what he was doing now. He hated himself for it.
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He turned when he heard her voice, saying that she could not keep walking. He felt his heart ache at the words, wishing there was a way he could instantly fix this. Taking a couple steps towards her, he first took off his coat and wrapped it around her. He then, swiftly scooped her up in his arms, holding her close to his chest. Perhaps the additional layer and his body would provide her own with some warmth. It would at least give her feet a break from walking if nothing else. "We are not much further," he assured her, making sure he had a secure hold of her before continuing on, treading through the deep snow.
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Post by Anthony Bridgerton on Jan 2, 2022 20:09:47 GMT
i am a viscount IT IS MY RESPONSIBILITY Anthony gave a nod, hearing William confirm that it is what he wished for. That he would prefer not to speak to her and that, was well and good. With the man's match, it was perhaps for the best after all. Anthony took another sip of his drink as he watched the women start to filter into the club, met with sounds of approval from the men. A couple of them made their way over, prompting Anthony to rise to a stand, watching until the last girl entered and finding relief that none of them, were Siena.
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Turning his attention to the other woman, Anthony gave a nod of greeting and sat back down, clear disinterest in his demeanour. There was a time where he would go through so many mistresses; sometimes having two at one time as well. But now . . . he was not currently interested in being with another. Perhaps in time he would, but the wound was still too fresh. So instead, he did not pay attention to the other woman who seemed to get the hint as he did not acknowledge her after he sat back down. Anthony watched his friend and the other, a slight smile upon the Viscount's lips. "I shall not take offense if you prefer to be alone," he told him, a clear tease in his voice but it also . . . held truth. For William was indeed, in need for distraction.
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Post by Anthony Bridgerton on Jan 2, 2022 19:41:36 GMT
come with me I WANT YOU THERE BY MY SIDE When the door opened Anthony immediately raised his gaze to meet her and . . . that was when he was left speechless. His lips slightly parted in his futile attempt to say hello, but instead, felt stunned into silence. For, she looked positively beautiful beyond words were capable of expressing. He had always thought Siena was beautiful of course . . . but seeing her dressed in such a way, ready to attend a ball with him . . . he just had no words to express it. He could have sworn his heart skipped a beat by the impact of it all.
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Leave it to her, to render him a fumbling fool when ordinarily, words of praise for a woman's beauty was not so difficult. But tonight, he would say them not just to flatter . . . but because they held truth. Because it was all consuming, what he felt for her. "You look . . . " He paused, still trying to search for a word that would still only do a fragment of justice for her appearance tonight. "Breathtakingly exquisite." Because it was what she had done: taken his breath away. He wished to commit this picture, this image, this flawless vision to memory.
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Belatedly, he realized she had thanked him for the flowers, and he extended them to her so that she may take them, unable to take his eyes off of her. "It was my pleasure," he told her with a smile. He had to keep his feet from stepping inside her home for as beautiful as she looked in the gown . . . the temptation to take it off as great. And yet, restraint was not overly difficult because tonight, was about so much more than just the physical pleasures that their relationship allowed. "Shall we?" He asked, extending his arm so that she could loop her own around it. Tonight, she was his and he was hers . . . and everyone in the ton would know it.
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Post by Anthony Bridgerton on Jan 2, 2022 19:33:46 GMT
i will ALWAYS PROTECT YOU "Indeed!" Anthony vehemently agreed. It was hard, and needlessly so. A meddlesome sister was infuriating! "She does! It is absolute nonsense that she be so involved in her sister's affairs. When one has a parent to handle such matters. Should it be a father or brother, perhaps it would be more reasonable. But a sister?! Whoever has such of such a thing." His frustrations were truly being unleashed, for it seemed like someone finally understood what he was enduring.
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And yet . . . Hastings said it in such a way that caused Anthony to pause and slightly raise an eyebrow as he looked at him. Of course Anthony was inclined to agree with what he said . . . but there was something in the way that he said it that caused him pause. And decided to vocalize it. "Why do you say it in such a way?" He questioned, knowing he had a good enough rapport with the man -- counted as his best friend despite all they had been through -- to make such an inquiry with accussation in his tone.
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