Eve of Love [kurioustoohear]
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				Title: <strong>Eve of Love [kurioustoohear]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trinket</strong> on <strong>10-05-2009, 23:57:42</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Her eyes, a dull blue-green came to life as she saw the first thrush of spring through the ravages of late winter as a daffodil began to bloom heralding in the new season. A twitter of some kind had her eyes brightening to a vibrant aquamarine, catching sight of a flicker of red. On closer inspection her pursed lips curved upward into a full smile taking away the fierce depression that seemed to have taken over. Spring however was close at hand, the thaw had finally come after winter had seemed to drag on forever, that season of death making way for the new season of life.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She was torn however, for she'd recently been laid off from her job, although the company had soon after fallen despite all of their attempts to keep from sinking under by letting go of so many of their employees. The company had closed and she didn't know how everyone else was fairing since she'd had to move, because without her job she wouldn't be able to pay for her apartment. She'd found a small bedsit that she thought she could live in for a few months while searching for a new position. Yet she had not found one opening, sighing as she regretted not having delved further into information about the town. It was relatively small and only twenty odd miles away from a larger city. At least in the town one could walk and get to where they needed to be, whereas in the city it was so large and yet walking was faster than taking any other form of transportation as the traffic was atrocious. Shaking her head she continued forward down the street.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The air shifted as the wind began to pick up, causing the grass to sway to and fro, raising strands of her golden hair to whisp against her face, covering her view in part. Grimacing her irritation she tried to put her hair back to rights, enough at least so that her hair didn't end up in her mouth or obscuring her view. The gentle breeze brought a floating paper toward her, slowly collapsing at her feet. Her lashes fluttered as she blinked a few times her eyes drawn to the paper. Bending at her knees, she reached her fingertips towards one edge of the sheet of paper, a section of a newspaper clipped out from its whole.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Her eyes shifted toward a bench along the path, and spotting a trash receptacle she walked towards it, the heels of her shoes click clicking on the pavement. As she was about to drop the paper into it, her pupils dilated as they caught sight of a wanted ad. The newspaper from which the ad had come from could not have been the paper she usually bought locally, probably some other weekly subscription, but whatever the case if the date was recent there was hope of obtaining a position after all.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Shaking her head, she warned herself not to get her hopes up, someone could already have been awarded the position, even if the date was marked three days ago. There was still a chance and she'd be a fool not to take it, even if it wasn't in her usual line of work she'd been her own maid for so long despite the long hours she had worked. She thought she was pretty good at it too. Her gaze skimmed over the article again, which instead of throwing it away she placed it in her dress pocket and decided to drop in. She already had references and a resume typed up at home.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Just as she was walking down the street toward her house, she caught sight of someone else. She stopped midstride as her heart seemed to briefly stop and begin anew at a quicker pace. It was as though she'd been shocked by the very sight of him, but had never seen him before. That rose questions as it was a small town, had to wonder if he was knew or had recently come back from vacation. Her eyes remained glued to him only to shift when she heard a females voice, though it sounded far from warm as it called out to him. This sight caused her heart to sink, but she shook it off, or so she would lead herself to believe, after all she didn't know him at all.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Two blocks down she entered her own house to prepare for an interview. It was still midmorning, so hopefully they'd be home in the afternoon. Once she was prepared, dressed in professional attire, her hair up in a bun with minimal makeup, manila folder in hand with her resume and references she began her walk toward a possible new chapter of her life. With each step she took she grew closer and closer to the house she had seen that man and woman at. Her heart began to pound although she scolded herself. Yet as she read the number of that very house it felt as though her heart and sunk into her stomach and she had to swallow hard before attempting to approach the door.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Once she was at the door, her finger hesitated at the doorbell. Closing her eyes, the long dark lashes lying against golden flesh she inhaled deeply and forced herself to ring the doorbell, only then releasing her breath and opening her eyes. She could not let some silly instant attraction keep her from applying for a position that would help her financial situation and she believed she could handle it, after all it looked as though he were not free and she had never crossed that line and did not believe that this time would be an acceptation. However there had been several people in similar situations that for one reason or another had succumbed, had banished all their preconceived ideals and notions no matter how determined they were to keep at arms length.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Inside the house, a woman with black hair&nbsp; settled on her shoulders glared at the door, her dark blue eyes looking up from the magazine she read and the cup of tea she held. Leaning forward she set the teacup on the tray, the magazine off to the side as she stood up and looked out the window. Turning back she searched the room for her husband. "Dear, could you get the door, there appears to be some strange woman at it." Then having said that she sat back down on the couch, legs crossed as she returned to her previous activity without paying much attention.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eve of Love [kurioustoohear]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kurioustoohear</strong> on <strong>12-05-2009, 05:53:20</strong>
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				"<em>Fuck you</em>!&nbsp; Answer the door yourself, <em>bitch</em>!"&nbsp; That is what Robert wanted to say, but he didn't.&nbsp; He slowly got up from his recliner and walked towards the door.&nbsp; To say that his marriage was on the rocks would be a compliment.&nbsp; What had begun as a wedding day life full of possibilities had deteriorated into a loveless ... and sexless ... co-existence.&nbsp; The breaking point happened five years ago ... when he discovered she was having an affair.&nbsp; He found the emails ... checked the timeline ... an old friend had betrayed his trust and destroyed his marriage.&nbsp; She had loved him for years ... undermining their marriage ... and fucked him.&nbsp; But she denied it and continued to do so.<br><br>Why he had not divorced her was a regret.&nbsp; But temperament tests always highlighted his loyalty, and that stopped him from dumping her cheating ass.&nbsp; Now he regretted it.&nbsp; Now it seemed too late.&nbsp; And there was the financial consideration.&nbsp; If they divorced, she would take him for all that she could.&nbsp; He cynically said that it was cheaper to keep her.&nbsp; But he was paying the price.&nbsp; She lost all interest in sex with him, and would not let him touch her.&nbsp; That eroded too ... first it was a dwindling of foreplay, and then she made that unbelievable statement.&nbsp; "Just crawl up on me and do your business."&nbsp; What did she think, he had no pride remaining?&nbsp; He could get that from a fucking blow up doll.&nbsp; He fumed and brooded ... and had become bitter.&nbsp; Robert tried to create online relationships ... getting some sick sexual gratification from women he did not even know.&nbsp; He even arranged to meet 'Julia,' if that was her name for real.&nbsp; He met her, but could not go through with it.&nbsp; That damned loyalty!&nbsp; Since then, he had reluctantly accepted that he would never be loved again ... never know the sweet touch of a woman ... know the thrill of being desired.&nbsp; Jim Morrison of the Doors had gotten it right in "People are Strange."&nbsp; "<em>Women seem wicked when you're unwanted</em>."&nbsp; He was living proof of that ...<br><br>He got to the door and opened it.&nbsp; Robert did not react to her, although she was very attractive.&nbsp; So what?&nbsp; She was a fucking woman ... and they are all the same.&nbsp; He wanted nothing to do with any of them again.&nbsp; He forced a smile as he greeted her.&nbsp; "Hello ... come in."&nbsp; He walked away from the door and returned to his recliner.&nbsp; He did not care what she wanted ... let his fucking wife deal with it ...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eve of Love [kurioustoohear]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trinket</strong> on <strong>12-05-2009, 06:28:51</strong>
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				Robert's wife, Marie clucked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, shaking the magazine before smirking in the direction of the man whom she had married, although they were more like strangers living under one roof. That was just the way she liked it, unencumbered and yet still married so that none of the other males in her life got any ideas, besides having a husband no matter how much she no longer wanted him was good morale and a source of income.<br><br>However she glared at him as he let in the stranger without asking what she wanted. Masking her distaste she rose up from her seat and held out her hand to the arrival. "Hello and what can we do for you?"<br><br>Isabella had blinked when Robert had answered the door, stiffening her back as her heart began that insane fluttering. Yet she tried to keep these stirrings at bay, for what could would they do her anyway. Shaking it off she smiled, although there seemed to be a coolness about the room as she entered and took the woman's hand. A palm without any real warmth to it. "I'm Isabella Dupont and I'm here about your ad for a maid if it is still in the offering."<br><br>Marie indicated that Isabella should sit down on one of the recliners as she returned to her seat once more on the couch. "It is, please do have a seat while my husband Robert fetches some more tea and biscuits." Isabella was confused, was Marie from Great Britain or did she just like that sort of stuff. She herself was from a small Nebraska town, although her father had been a French immigrant. Still she did not think it a pertinent question, as she followed Marie's gaze in Robert's direction.<br><br>He didn't seem to be happy, in fact his posture seemed to her hostile in a way, she didn't know why, but perhaps the couple had had some sort of lovers tiff or angry for interrupting them. However she did not know the truth at all, unsuspecting of the long tensions between the pair.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eve of Love [kurioustoohear]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kurioustoohear</strong> on <strong>12-05-2009, 06:55:47</strong>
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				&nbsp;Robert could feel her cold stare, and it brought him some inner satisfaction.&nbsp; Anytime he could annoy her was a welcomed time, although he preferred to have nothing to do with her.&nbsp; Anytime she spoke to him, it was usually for him to do something or get something.&nbsp; Or to criticize him.&nbsp; But he had learned the secret ... he just tuned her out.&nbsp; When he returned to his chair, he intentionally reached into the magazine rack and pulled out an old copy of Playboy.&nbsp; Holding it up to his face, he smiled ... knowing that this would embarrass Marie, even in the presence of someone she did not know nor care about.&nbsp; Fuck the airs she put on for others ...<br><br>&nbsp;He put down the book and looked at her.&nbsp; "She's the fucking maid ... tell her to get off her ass and get it!"&nbsp; That is what he wanted to say, but he didn't.&nbsp; This poor girl did not have to get caught up in the death that was their marriage.&nbsp; He put the book aside and got up from his recliner, silently walking through the dining area and entering the kitchen.&nbsp; He boiled the water and put the tea bags in two cups.&nbsp; After it boiled, he steeped the tea bags and put the cups onto a plate with creamer and a sugar bowl.&nbsp; <br><br>He brought the tea to the ladies, looking at Isabella while ignoring Marie.&nbsp; "Here you go."&nbsp; He then returned to the kitchen for the biscuits, but thought of another way to embarrass Marie.&nbsp; Oh, he was evil today!&nbsp; He returned to the living room and set down a plate full of biscuits ... a paper plate!&nbsp; He returned to his recliner, feeling the darts of her eyes penetrating the back of his head.&nbsp; He laughed to himself ... he was so glad this young lady had visited ... 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eve of Love [kurioustoohear]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trinket</strong> on <strong>12-05-2009, 17:02:40</strong>
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				Marie's eyes widened when he brought out a Playboy magazine her eyes glinting their angry mortification at her spouse, if only now on paper, but in no other way. She'd have to talk to him later about his rude display in front of a guest and one who was there for an interview.<br><br>Isabella's gaze had redirected toward her hands which now splayed across her black skirt (http://www.losve.com/store/images/detailed_images/long-skirt-07900.jpg), resting in her lap, one on top of the other. She felt uncomfortable with the atmosphere between the two, but she was there for a job, not to get in any way personally involved. Whatever was wrong between the two of them, she believed it to be their business and none of hers, especially as she was a total stranger who knew nothing about what was going on between them.<br><br>She looked up however when Robert reentered the room, and smiled tentatively, "T-thank you," she returned her gaze to her folded hands again. Just hearing his voice was almost musical to her ear even if there were no very friendly tone to it. Isabella was beginning to wonder if perhaps she should not have come to the door when she realized who seemed to live there, or even to leave at that moment. No, she needed a job and soon otherwise she might soon be out of funds and a place to stay.<br><br>Marie gasped as she saw what he'd brought the biscuits on, a horrid paper plate. She didn't know where it had come from since she did not like such idiosyncrasies as she saw them in her house. With her eyes she seemed to shoot invisible daggers at Robert. There had to be a way of getting back at him, though she had often found it more and more difficult with the passage of time. Still she had to maintain her cool in the view of a potential employee who would be of great aid to her as a maid.<br><br>Turning her head so that she could gaze directly at the Dupont woman, she managed a smile that did not quite reach her eyes as she asked, "So tell me, do you have any credentials for the job of maid, any references?"<br><br>Isabella nodded and took out her resume and reference pages from the manila envelope, producing them before Marie. Marie reached out her hand and swiped them away to analyze the pages critically. "You haven't been a maid before, but you've certainly run the gauntlet as far as being a hostess at countless charities before obtaining a position at Convoyance Ltd. as a secretary." Isabella nodded, "Yes."<br><br>Marie reached over and handed the papers to Robert, "Here Robert, see if you think it would be a wise decision or not to hire this woman." There had been other applicants of course, most of whom she'd made leave or whom had left after only a short time thanks to her temper tantrums that only Robert and staff ever knew about, after they had become a part of the staff that was. Marie sat back and asked, "What exactly did you do as a hostess and a secretary?" Although she looked rather bored by the entire process.<br><br>Isabella pondered for a few moments, her eye squinting slightly for that time. "As a hostess I planned the parties and introduced those at the functions to others and was the mediator for my father with his potential clients. As a secretary I did what any secretary does, runs the office of a boss, take notes, handle files and type whatever needs to be done. That may not be good credential toward cleaning, but were you to see my own apartment you would know I am a very diligent and clean housekeeper." She nervously waited to see what would be said, whether or not she would be allowed this job, the only one she'd come across in her weeks of searching in her new home area.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eve of Love [kurioustoohear]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kurioustoohear</strong> on <strong>13-05-2009, 03:30:49</strong>
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				&nbsp;After having his dig on Marie, Robert sat back down and picked up the television remote.&nbsp; He flicked through the channels, looking for some sports program.&nbsp; Finding a golf tournament, he put down the control.&nbsp; He was not paying attention to them, when Marie interrupted him and asked him to review her papers.&nbsp; His look revealed his absolute disinterest ... he did not give a fuck who she hired.&nbsp; He took the papers and flipped through them ... spending almost ten seconds on them.&nbsp; Handing them back, his response was sarcastic.&nbsp; "Yeah ... she's <em>perfect</em> ... give her the job."&nbsp; He returned to his program, hoping that she would just leave him alone ...<br>&nbsp;Robert knew he was being rude, that he was being an absolute pig.&nbsp; But who gives a damn?&nbsp; This girl did not deserve it, of course ... and at one point, it would have bothered him.&nbsp; But he was so disillusioned with all women, he just did not care.&nbsp; "<em>Women seem wicked when you're unwanted</em>."&nbsp; At least she had a taste of what she was getting into if she took the job.&nbsp; Poor girl.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eve of Love [kurioustoohear]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trinket</strong> on <strong>13-05-2009, 07:48:17</strong>
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				Marie was growing more annoyed with her so called spouse with each passing minute, although she tried to maintain a decorum of decency as she did not wish to run off potential new help. In a way she was lazy and preferred someone else to do all the cooking and cleaning of the house while she drank tea with biscuits and pastries while reading the current fashion magazines. That didn't mean she was out of shape though as her day consisted of several hours at the gym followed by spa treatments. She knew what side of her bread was buttered. The only way she would ever relinquish her hold on Robert was to find someone willing to wed her that was far more prosperous than he with greater appeal to her senses. Otherwise any divorce she'd contest or try and milk him for everything he was worth. Yet as the situation had not arised she was content to remain as they were.<br><br>She smiled again at Isabella, although her husband could not be in doubt of how angry she was with him. She knew he had hardly looked at the papers, but did not comment on it in front of their guest. "When can you start?"<br><br>Isabella wanted to squirm in her seat, but managed to refrain doing so as she replied, "I'm able to start at any time, I only live two blocks down from here so it shouldn't be a problem."<br><br>Marie nodded, "Good," and rose from her seat, manicured pink nails skimming over her magazine as she set it on the table. "Then please take care of these items." She sashayed toward the front door, grabbing a light jacket and umbrella in case of an emergency along with her purse before reaching out to the brass doorknob and turning it. She did not look at either one of them as she said, "I'm going out, don't expect me back until late. I have..." she paused in her speech a mocking tone making its way into her voice, "business to attend to." Then she was out the door and getting into the only vehicle they had since the other was in the shop.<br><br>Isabella blinked, watching the door nervously. She'd been left alone with Robert, as though the woman trusted her not to do anything. Despite the credentials surely she could still have been a quack. However she did not know that Marie held no concern whether or not she might have left an ax murderer at home with her husband. At that moment she didn't know what to do, but shaking her head she stood up. She hadn't expected to have to start working right there on the spot, maybe tomorrow. However she wasn't about to knock on fates window, she smiled wanly in Robert's direction as she picked up the tray and its contents.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eve of Love [kurioustoohear]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kurioustoohear</strong> on <strong>13-05-2009, 15:00:48</strong>
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				&nbsp;Robert sat impassively as Marie hired yet another new maid.&nbsp; How many had there been in the past twelve months?&nbsp; At least four ... most quit because the tension in the house was just too much.&nbsp; And this was by design, just as he had done during the interview.&nbsp; It was not that he had anything against the women who were hired; he knew that Marie was a lazy ass and, really, they did not need a maid.&nbsp; It was just that ... Marie was worthless.&nbsp; All she did was workout and ... do nothing.<br><br>&nbsp;He glanced at Isabella after Marie left.&nbsp; Poor girl.&nbsp; She would not last two weeks.&nbsp; After she cleaned up the plates and cups, and put the magazines away, Robert said, "Hey ... sit down for a minute."&nbsp; He waited for her to do so.&nbsp; Smiling for the first time, "Look ... I'm sorry about what just happened.&nbsp; Things are not ... well ... good between my wife and I."&nbsp; He looked down.&nbsp; That was a fucking understatement.&nbsp; He quickly added, "Don't take this as a come on ... I have sworn off women all together, so ... no issue there."&nbsp; Realizing the implication, "And I'm not gay!"&nbsp; He laughed at himself ... sounding like an idiot.&nbsp; Smiling again, he continued.&nbsp; "She won't be gone late ... she does this every time.&nbsp; She will suddenly come in here saying she 'forgot' something."&nbsp; He knew why.&nbsp; Ever since he caught her in an affair, she was determined to catch him doing the same.&nbsp; It bothered her that he had that over her, and she wanted so badly to even up the scoreboard.&nbsp; But the possibilities of that happened died long ago ...<br><br>&nbsp; "She wants to see if you are working ... that is why she asked you to start right away."&nbsp; That might have been part of it, but not the whole reason.&nbsp; He leaned back into his chair.&nbsp; "Anyway ... what it it?&nbsp; Isabella?&nbsp; Just putz around until she returns ... then you can go home."&nbsp; He was finished with her.&nbsp; This brief conversation did give him the opportunity to study her.&nbsp; She was definitely prettier than the others, and she had a pretty hot body.&nbsp; Now Robert had a new fantasy to think about when he fucked his hand.&nbsp; But that was as far as that would go ... he had sworn off women, forever!&nbsp; It hurt ... he still had normal sexual desires, but he had been so badly burned by women, it just was not worth the hassle or the risk.&nbsp; He went back to his golf tournament ... and soon was sleeping in his chair.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eve of Love [kurioustoohear]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trinket</strong> on <strong>13-05-2009, 20:50:37</strong>
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				Isabella didn't really know what to think, but after she had cleaned up what little there was in that particular room Marie's husband wished to have a word with her. What she heard she could not believe.<br><br>Her eyes watched him, pupils dilated as she was literally shocked that any woman could cause a man such grief that he would swear off women. Especially when by his own admission he did not lean in the other direction concerning gender preference. For the moment she remained tongue tied, not exactly knowing what if anything she should say. However she was inclined not to say anything, although she longed to somehow comfort him, but in the mood he was in she didn't think he would welcome it.<br><br>Isabella didn't really understand what was going on however and was not about to step in the middle of a spousal dispute, at least not knowingly or intentionally. She nodded at his suggestion, thinking that it might be a good idea to at least get a view of the entire interior of the house so she knew where things were. She walked back into the kitchen to begin washing other dishes that had piled up before she'd go and explore further.<br><br>Marie stopped at a little boutique, meeting one of her so called friends. However he was more than that, but they were just meeting to discuss a better rendezvous time for Friday evening when she'd be going to one of the events in the city, or at least that was what she would lead everyone to believe. They didn't chat long, because he had business to attend to, she wasn't that disappointed since they'd be together soon enough and he'd give her a lovely little ornamental piece.<br><br>It wasn't but an hour and a half later that she returned home and opened the door. Isabella had taken upon herself to do the laundry and was in the process of folding the first load in their laundry room just off the side of the hall leading from the front room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eve of Love [kurioustoohear]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kurioustoohear</strong> on <strong>14-05-2009, 06:52:39</strong>
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				&nbsp; Robert's sleep was interrupted by the sound of the front door opening and slamming shut.&nbsp; He blinked his eyes a few times, trying to shake the cobwebs away.&nbsp; He smirked when his head began to clear.&nbsp; "Marie ... of course!"&nbsp; He sat up in the chair, looking around for Isabella ... seeing her sitting on the couch folding clothes.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; He looked at his watch ... not even three in the afternoon.&nbsp; Looking at Marie, "What are you doing home so early?&nbsp; I was about to fuck your new maid!"&nbsp; Again, he enjoyed his own little joke.&nbsp; Undoubtedly Isabella was embarrassed ... but who gives a fuck?&nbsp; She was nothing to him ... except being some pretty impressive eye candy.&nbsp; And his fantasy 'date' for the night ... <br><br>&nbsp; Getting up out of the chair, he walked past Marie.&nbsp; "My turn, '<em>dear</em>."&nbsp; He went out the door and got into the car.&nbsp; He pulled away and drove to the local 'Hooters.'&nbsp; Finding a place near a large screen television showing the golf tournament, he ordered himself a pitcher of beer and some wings ... all the time staring at her boobs and her incredible cleavage ...<br><br>&nbsp; 
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