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MY Wife The Coed (M+F, wife, cuck)
by Joe the Cuckold (j_cuckold@hotmail.com)
***
My wife Cindy was a very naive conservative girl when
we first began dating. She saved herself for Mr. Right
and other than a couple of great blowjobs (her first)
and letting me "cop a feel" sometimes, she was still
that naive virgin when we married. She was 18 just out
of high school and I was 22 just out of college. We had
a storybook wedding, and our future looked very bright.
We were very much in love. It was like a Hollywood
romance.
We have been together for nearly 15 years now. Much has
changed during that time. I still love Cindy very much.
She's given me two beautiful children, a 12 year old
son and an 8 year old daughter. She always keeps the
house immaculate and is ready on a moments notice to
pull together a wonderful dinner or entertaining party
for my business associates. I know that much of my
success in business has been due to her support.
So I was more than glad to honor her request to go back
to school. She wanted to pursue a paralegal degree. And
she needed to get out of the house. She told me that it
was important that she regain something for herself, on
her own. I agreed that she needed to do that. Our
relationship had become somewhat lackluster as of late.
I knew she was getting restless and bored. I couldn't
imagine life at home everyday. I couldn't really blame
her for wanting something new and exciting. I thought
that college might be just the ticket. I had no idea
where this would lead.
I helped Cindy interview several applicants and we
eventually hired a nanny to take care of the children
while she attended class and studied and while I was at
work or away on business. Cindy enrolled in a large
university located in the city twelve miles from our
home.
She expressed excitement and anxiety on her first day
of class. She was looking forward to the challenge and
the change, but was worried how she would perform after
being away from school for fifteen years. She also
worried that her classmates would not except an old
married woman.
I encouraged her, reminding her that she had always
been an excellent student and that while she might be
33 now, with her beautiful soft radiant skin, knockout
figure and incredibly sexy legs, she would definitely
be a favorite coed. She laughed when I told her that
she might need to keep an eye on those horny college
boys.
The first few weeks seemed very normal. I remained very
busy at work and tried to squeeze in time for the
family when I could. The children adjusted well to Mrs.
Perry. And Cindy was getting used to being a fulltime
student and juggling responsibilities at home. She
seemed genuinely interested in her courses and was
regaining some of the happiness and enthusiasm that
routine had no doubt drained from her life. This was a
great comfort to me because I was entangled in some
delicate business negotiations and found time with my
wife was becoming less frequent.
I should have seen the change, but I was just too busy
I suppose. The new hairstyle and color, going from her
natural dirty blonde to honey blonde. Getting rid of
the glasses she had worn for years and replacing them
with contacts. A new wardrobe consisting of a number of
short skirts, tight blouses, stockings, and pumps. This
was not necessarily normal college coed wear, but more
important it wasn't the normal jeans and sweatshirts
that Cindy had worn at home for years and had suited
her well during the first couple of months at college.
Then there were the phone calls at all hours. She told
me that several students looked to her for help because
she was doing so well. Made sense to me. She even spent
time at the library after class with a student or two,
helping them with course material.
But I didn't notice the changes. Not at first. Then one
night she came back very late. She and the girls had
gone out for drinks and she was pretty wasted when she
arrived home. She was giggling like a school girl. I
thought that it was out of character for my wife, but
laughed it off. She is a cute drunk.
The nights away became more frequent. Eventually I met
a couple of her friends. They were pretty although
somewhat wild. I was surprised that Cindy had
befriended them.
My first real shock came one Saturday when I awoke for
my routine early morning job. I had gone to bed long
before Cindy arrived home the night before and as usual
she had snuck in sometime during the night. She was
still passed out in our bed as I pulled on my running
shorts. I gazed at her gorgeous body, lying there
twisted in the sheets.
She had on her white gauze nighty. I could faintly
smell stale cigarette smoke and beer, something that I
had become accustomed to over the past few weeks. While
she didn't smoke she had regularly come home smelling
of smoke. As I turned to grab my shoes, something
caught my eye. Twisted in the sheets, just where her
legs met and the nearly sheer nighty barely covered,
something looked different. I looked again, then moved
to the side of the bed for a closer look.
I couldn't quite make out what I was seeing but it
looked like she might have an injury on her abdomen. I
glanced up at her face. She was in a deep sleep and
smiling. I moved my hand down to the nighty and
carefully lifted it so I wouldn't wake her.
My jaw hit the floor as I immediately noticed two very
obvious things. My wife had completely shaved her
pussy! Something that I had asked her to do several
times but she had always refused to do. And there just
inches above her mound was a colorful tattoo!!! The
tattoo was an oriental dragon design and just below the
dragon were the words "wild thing"!
I couldnt believe it! What in the world was going on?
What could she be thinking? It was then that I noticed
her black miniskirt, red blouse and matching red pumps
strewn on the floor near the bed. What was becoming of
my virtuous little wife?
My initial reaction was to shake her awake and ask what
the hell she had done. I couldn't believe that she had
a tattoo and that it was just inches above her pussy.
Why had she done it? Where did she get it? How could
she get a tattoo that close to her sexual parts without
the artist seeing her fully nude?
My mind reeled with questions. But as I reached out to
wake her, I decided to let her sleep it off. We could
have a better, more productive discussion after she was
fully conscious.
I surveyed my wife's gorgeous body again, now scarred
by a tattooist's pen. God, she did look sexy though, I
had to admit. From the slight smile on her pretty face,
I could tell that she must be dreaming. I wondered what
she saw in her dreams these days. So much change in the
past months. I pulled her nighty back down and tugged
the sheet back up to cover her body. Then I retreated
to the den so she could sleep...and dream.
Finally she was up. I heard the shower running in the
master bath. I waited patiently, running through
possible speeches and my list of questions. How should
I approach this? Should I lay down the law or be
understanding?
As I considered these things, she came down the stairs.
She didn't bother stopping in the den as she passed by.
Instead she went straight to the kitchen. I put away my
briefcase and followed her. She was pouring coffee. 'Do
you want a cup?' she said. No good morning, no how were
the kids last night, no normal small talk. Very
different again.
'Yes, I'll take a cup. How was your night?', I replied.
'It was a lot of fun. Sheila took us to a new club. It
was the deal.' God, she sounds like our son.
'Good babe. Kinda late night wasn't it?' I asked.
'Don't start with that! You are my husband, but you
don't own me. I come and go as I please, understood?' I
was shocked at the sharpness in her voice.
'I didn't say you couldn't Cindy. I was just concerned
about you.'
'No need to be concerned. I'm a big girl and can take
care of myself.'
Oh yeah, and what about that damn tattoo, I wanted to
shout.
I couldn't believe her attitude. I had decided to take
the high road and be the understanding husband and she
was tearing into me. I quickly grabbed my coffee cup
and headed back to the den. There was no use talking to
her in her present state of mind. The discussion about
the tattoo would have to wait.
I pulled my briefcase back out and delved back into the
current merger proposal.
It seemed like only moments, but when I looked at my
watch I realized it had been nearly three hours since
our heated exchange. I decided to try to make peace. I
would wait until I 'saw' her naked to mention the
tattoo and ask my questions. When I didn't find her in
the house I headed for the back yard.
There I found Mrs. Perry and the children. 'Hi, where
is Cindy?' I was confused. I didn't remember that we
had asked Mrs. Perry to come today.
'Oh, she said she had to go the library for some
studying for a major exam and will be gone until late
this evening. She told me not to bother you, because
you were working on important papers for the company.
Is there something I can get you?' Mrs. Perry offered
helpfully.
'No thanks," I shook my head. What the hell? She didn't
say anything about a test or a day at the library. When
her college career started, she was such an attentive
wife and mother that I was in awe of her ability to
juggle all of her commitments. Now she was disappearing
on a regular basis. This has got to end - I thought!
"I'm going to the office for awhile, Mrs. Perry."
But when I left the garage, I wasn't going to the
office. I drove for the campus. I had to find her and
make her understand that while I loved her and admired
her for her hard work and success at school, and while
I was happy that she was bonding with the younger
generation, she needed to review her priorities. Again
I practiced my approach, my speech, and her possible
replies. I was resolved to stick to my guns this time.
There was very little traffic and so I arrived at the
library quickly. It seemed that most of the students
were at a basketball game and so there were few
dedicated students using the library on Saturday
afternoon. I really couldn't blame them. I had a
flashback to my college days- wild, irresponsible days,
spent doing many things, but not much library time. I
passed by several very serious looking students in the
carrels. These were not partiers. I doubted that I would
find any fraternity brothers here.
I made three exhaustive searches through the library on
my own, but couldn't find her. I hadn't seen her car in
the lot, but knew that she usually parked nearer to the
sports complexes and walked to the library. There was
just too much traffic to find her car. I asked the
librarian if she could help me. She was able to access
her library account and told me that she hadn't checked
out any books today. In fact she hasn't checked out
anything in nine weeks. Strange, I thought. I looked
another 45 minutes and then decided that I had wasted
enough time. It was obvious that she didn't go to the
library. Where the hell was she? Probably pissed and
burning up the damn credit card, I imagined. I just
hope she isn't out with those troublemakers again.
As I was exiting the library I passed a girl from our
town. I didn't know her well but thought that maybe she
could help. 'Hi. It's Dawn isn't it?'
'Oh hi!, she smiled.
'Have you seen my wife, Cindy?' then added, 'Do you
know her?'
'No sorry I haven't seen her today. And yes, of course,
EVERYBODY knows Cindy. Maybe she's with the pack
again.'
Still processing her reply about EVERYBODY knowing my
wife, I held my tongue and instead asked about the
'pack'.
'The pack is an exclusive group here. They are sort of
mysterious. They are like a fraternity or sorority but
they are coed. You can't join the pack, only be invited
into the fold, so I'm told. I don't really know many
facts but think that they are pretty wild. I'm not sure
that Cindy is a member of the pack, but she hangs out
with them alot.'
Surely not, I thought. I mean she's changed some, but
that just isn't her scene. 'Where does this pack get
together, Dawn?'
She paused for a minute, then said, 'I'm not really
sure, but I think they are rumored to have converted an
old warehouse just outside of the city as their club.'
Could this be the club Cindy had mentioned before?
As I began to ask Dawn for more details about the pack
and their club, a guy walked up and kissed her. 'Oh my
date is here. Gotta run, good seein' ya.' I stood there
more puzzled than ever. I walked away from the library
with more questions, but few answers.
As usual I went to bed alone that night. Cindy had not
come home nor had she bothered to call. I wanted to
stay up and confront her but was so tired that I
finally retreated to the bedroom at midnight.
I didn't wake up when she slipped into bed next to me
this time. She had arrived home sometime after midnight
and before 3:30 AM, which was when I woke up. There she
lay next to me, passed out again. I could smell smoke
in her hair, some unmistakenly marijuana smoke which I
could identify easily from my college days. She had the
a sleep shirt on so I couldn't see the tattoo tonight.
Was it all a dream? I carefully raised the shirt.
No, not a dream. Her pussy was still shaven and the
tattoo was clearly evident below her belly. As I began
to pull the shirt back down, a glint of light shown
from her pale mound. I couldn't make out the source of
the glint. I looked closer but the angle of light from
the nightlight in the bathroom was not strong enough to
determine what it was. I remembered the emergency flash
light in my bedside table. I grabbed it and making sure
not to shine it at Cindy's face, flipped it on. I
pointed the light to her pussy and there I saw it for
the first time. A shiny golden ring pierced my wife's
clit!
I was suddenly dizzy and sick! I stared at the ring for
a moment, then had to look away. No matter. It was
engraved in my memory. The shaven mound, the dragon
tattoo, the gold ring they were vividly present. I
could not shake them. I wanted to desperately. And yet
I couldn't!
What could be wrong with me? What could be wrong with
Cindy? Why would she submit to having her body defiled
in such a way? Where would it end? What was wrong with
me? While I was visibly shaken and upset, I was
terribly aroused as well. I kept seeing her sex, so
changed. No longer my innocent little wife. My cock was
engorged with blood. I couldn't believe it! My wife was
becoming a stranger to me, scarring and marking her
body, and I was getting a hard on??? I couldn't help
myself though. It was then that I decided I had to find
out what was going on.
I considered my options and quickly decided that I
would initiate sex. I would stumble across the tattoo
and ring and demand an explanation. She would cry and
confess that in a drunken stupor she had let those
young girlfriends of hers talk her into these things. I
would lecture her about how she needed to be an example
to her children and then forgive her. At least that was
the plan.
I stroked my cock and it was soon very hard. I lifted
my body over her sleeping form and began letting the
head rub against her slit. Immediately I felt the ring
and got even more turned on. Yes, it would be easy to
forgive her. I had to admit to a certain evil delight
in the changes. But it was time for confession.
'What the hell is this?' I barked loudly. Cindy stirred
and finally regained some form of consciousness. I
repeated myself, 'What have you done to your body
Cindy? What in the hell could you have been thinking?'
It didn't take long for Cindy to reply. 'Who do you
think you are? This is not your body. It's none of
your damn business what I do with it! My pussy belongs
to me and me alone! You have no right to control it and
I don't remember asking for your opinion. Furthermore,
I don't think I gave you permission to fuck it, touch
it, or even look at it!
As I said, it's my pussy and I will decide who can do
those things to it!' (Those last words, chilled me to
the bone. What could she mean, she would decide WHO?..)
'From now on, keep your fucking opinions to yourself.
If you have a problem with my pussy, maybe you should
just stay away from it! In fact that's a great idea! No
more for you until I decide different - IF I decide
different!' She punctuated those last words and stared
at me, waiting for my reply.
Finally, I attempted, 'But...'
Cindy quickly interjected, 'The conversation has ended
and if you ever want to get close to my pussy again,
you drop it now. Got it?!'
My mind was reeling.
'I won't repeat myself again! Got it?'
'Yes', I nodded, defeated. The tables turn quickly
sometimes. Instead of finding myself with a heartbroken
sobbing wife begging for forgiveness, I found myself
begging so I could see her body again...someday.
Smooth! Probably just the booze talking, I assumed. It
was hard to get back to sleep that night. I kept
playing the events over and over. Where had I failed?
What could have gone wrong? Where was this heading? For
that matter, where had it already gone? I needed to
know more. I needed to learn about the pack. They
seemed to be the key to my wife's change. Tomorrow I
follow her!
I rose early as usual and ran. Good therapy I hoped,
but I couldn't stop thinking about my wife's sexy body
and her callous attitude towards me. I returned home,
showered, dressed, and left for work. A few blocks from
the house, I used the cell phone and told my secretary
I was ill and would not be at work.' Then I waited for
her car to leave for the campus.
Eventually she drove past and I followed at a distance.
She went to the campus and for the next three hours I
followed her to two classes. Again I doubted my gut
feelings. Maybe this is just a drunk and stupid thing.
As she left her second class, I was thankful that I had
brought a snack because it was lunchtime. Cindy headed
for the car. No doubt she'll be headed for a fast food
restaurant.
I followed at a distance again. She drove away from the
campus and we passed several fast food places. Where is
she going? Just outside the city limits and in the
industrial section, she pulled over and stopped. She
walked away from the car and to an old factory
warehouse. 'The pack', I immediately realized.
I got out of my car too and when she had entered, I
quietly jogged to the window at the far side of the
building. I was out of sight and could clearly see into
the window. Inside I saw a large number of goodlooking
well built young men. I recognized several as being
athletes from the university. Many had a brand on their
biceps. I had seen them before. But now I realized that
the brand matched the symbol on the sign on the wall
inside the warehouse. It looked like a 'P' - perhaps
for 'the pack'? But it also looked much like a phallus.
Many of the people were nude. The men were all huge and
the women were gorgeous! I noticed quickly too, that
the girls all had shaved and tattooed pussies with a
gold ring in the clit. Now it made sense! I didn't
like it but at least I had an explanation now. Just
then I noticed a girl near the window with her back to
me. Her body was lean and beautiful. I admired the
tautness of her tanned skin and gazed at it. It was
then that I noticed her brands.
The girl had brands on each cheek of her ass. Actually
it was like the brands were interconnected. On her left
cheek was the same symbol that the guys had on their
biceps. On her right cheek was the word 'slut'. It
looked like the girls ass was saying she was a slut for
the pack. Seconds later, I saw Cindy climb onto a
makeshift stage and begin to strip to catcalls and
blaring music. I was fuming again and started to storm
inside. But then I remembered our conversation last
night and reluctantly stayed in place. Two girls took
her hands and led her to the center of the stage and
turned her around. I had a perfect view of her naked
round ass. So did everyone else! She was draped over
what looked like saw horses and her wrists were tied
anchored to the floor in front of her. Her ankles were
tied to the legs of the saw horse. I got a huge pit in
my throat as I saw the hooded man approach Cindy with
two burning branding irons! I started to bolt inside
and stop this madness, but as I ran through the door it
was too late! She was screaming in obvious pain as the
symbol and word were forever seared into her ass.
'No!!!!', I screamed in horror. The irons were removed
and I saw the burned scarred flesh just as two men
grabbed me and started beating me. I never knew how
long I had been unconscious when I began to wake up. I
immediately realized that I was nude and bound to a
chair. I tried hard to focus and eventually became
aware that several people were looking at me. Cindy
stepped out of the crowd and stared at me silently.
Still groggy I began to speak, to ask if she was okay,
but I could not utter a sound. It was then that I
discovered that I was gagged.
'I warned you not to interfere, didn't I? WELL DIDN'T
I?', obviously recovered from her pain. 'So you just
have to know so damn much about me, huh? Well this
should speak volumes!' She turned and bent over. Her
ass was charred..black, bright red, and pink were
prevalent. But I could still clearly make out the
pattern. 'That's right my husband! I am a pack slut
now! And I love it dear. I am learning so many things
at college. In fact it is time you see for yourself
what I have learned. Could someone help me show my
pathetic husband what I have learned?' Two black
football players immediately put their arms around my
wife. One said, 'Yeah slut, we'll show him....
I nodded my head emphatically. I couldn't believe she
was saying these things to me. Just how far would she
go with this pack slut thing? Iwas about to find out...
The two large men took my wife by the hand and led her
to a bed at one side of the warehouse. Other men lifted
me in my bound position in the chair and carried it
next to the bed. I was warned that if I attempted to
look away I would be severely beaten and my dear Cindy
would never return home. The men laid Cindy on her back
in the bed and while one began licking her nipples the
other started licking her pussy. I watched intently but
with a lump in my throat as his tongue circled the
golden ring in my wifes clit. I watched her hand go to
his head and pull him tight against her pussy. For the
first time, I noticed her wedding rings glistening on
her hand against the blackness of his head. I felt
utterly lost and ashamed to see her spreading her legs
so willingly for this strangers tongue. She quickly
began to moan and then wiggle her hips against his face
as she obviously fell into the throes of an orgasm,
something she rarely reached with me anymore.
Meanwhile, the male who had been licking her breasts
had stripped completely and held a large cock (probably
9 or 10 inches and very thick) in his hand. It was
chocolate brown and already dripping precum as he
pumped it to make it very erect. He placed it against
Cindys lips and told her to eat it. She willingly,
almost hungrily, opened her mouth wide and after
running her tongue around it she swallowed the huge
cock. I watched both humilated and amazed as the giant
chocolate stick sunk between her lips and deep into her
throat. Her head bobbed on it and she obviously
enjoyed sucking this young mans cock. I wanted to turn
away, but stopped short, remembering the threats and
truthfully unable to stop looking despite my anger and
pain. Cindy really was a slut now!
After she came down from her orgasm, the stud who had
been eating her, removed his face from her cunt. Her
juices were literally dripping from his face. He
stripped and his cock was even larger than his friends.
He must have been over 12 inches long and thicker than
a baseball bat! He started taking Cindys juices in his
hand and rubbing it over his cockhead. His cock was
very dark, nearly solid black and the thick veins
protuded from it as it hardened at the sight of my
wifes oral submission to his friend. Once he had coated
the head, he moved between Cindy's thighs and put his
cock against her cunt lips. I waited for her
fucking...
But he stopped and moved away. I sighed, relieved that
I wouldn't be forced to watch, while Cindy began to beg
for his cock. My heart was pounding strongly. He turned
to me, laughed and pointed to my cock. Look Cindy, he
is as hard as me, although much smaller. She laughed
and so did many in the room who were also watching. I
wanted to hide but couldnt in my present state. It was
true, my cock had swollen and was dripping precum. In
spite of my anger and humiliation, my cock was hard and
I was turned on, watching my wife give herself freely
to these black men. I couldn't help myself.
The man came to me and told me he wanted my help. He
told me that my wife was begging for his cock and as a
good husband it was my responsibility to see that her
needs were met. He told me that he was going to release
me from my bonds on three conditions: I was to also beg
him to fuck Cindy, I was to put his cock in her pussy
and then I was to jerk off and eat my cum! I shook my
head wildly! No Way, I was screaming, though with the
gag I couldnt be heard.
He laughed again and reminded me of the warning to kick
my ass and keep my wife. I still shook my head, until
he told me that he had photos of the days events,
including Cindys branding, her blowjob and my hardened
cock while watching. He promised that all the right
people would have copies tomorrow unless I cooperated.
He glared and said One last chance...
Relunctantly I slowly nodded my head, yes. Two more
burly men released me from my bonds and I took the gag
out, gasping for air. There was no use covering my
cock. I didnt have clothes nearby and it was pointless
at this time since everyone had seen me.
Beg, he said. I mumbled quietly, "Fuck her." I
immediately learned that he wouldnt accept anything
short of all out begging as he doubled me over with a
sharp blow to the stomach.
After catching my breath, he motioned for me to speak.
"Please fuck Cindy. Please put your big black cock into
her cunt. Make her a slut for your cock. Please, do it
now!" I looked at him as if to say, "better?" He
pointed to me and to his cock. I slowly walked to him
as he squatted between Cindy's wet thighs. Do it! he
demanded. I took his fat cock into my hand and felt its
rigidness. It was even bigger when I handled it! My god
I thought, how can Cindy even fit this into her slit? I
rubbed the head against her slit and as she tried to
raise her hips to accept him, I gave a push and his
head entered her. She moaned almost screamed as it
penetrated her. Slowly I began to remove my hand and
watch the huge black monster sink into her once wifely
cunt.
Now jack off and eat it, you fuckin wimp, he said. He
began banging Cindy hard and the last of his huge cock
disappeared into the deep recesses of her pussy. I
could only imagine how full she must have felt. He
fucked her hard and sweat dripped from his chest onto
hers. She was moaning loudly as he fucked her. The
other man again pushed his cock into her mouth and told
her to shut up and suck him. She ate him greedily while
writhing under her fuckers body.
As instructed I began jacking off. As hard as I tried
to fight the feeling, I was very turned on to watch my
wife turn into such a cock hungry slut. We all seemed
to reach orgasm at about the same time. Cindy screamed
into the fat cock in her mouth as she reached orgasm.
The man in her mouth began releasing hot jets of cum
into her mouth then pulled out and coated her face,
rubbing the fat black tool around her cheeks and lips.
I sprayed cum all over my left hand and as reminded,
lifted the hand to my mouth, tasting my cum for the
first time. I felt totally humiliated as many stopped
watching the show for a minute to glare smuggly at me
as I swallowed my own cum. Then finally the man in her
pussy grunted and his body spasmed as he shot a huge
load of his seed into my wifes cunt. I could see his
white frothy cum dripping from her distended hole as he
exited her.
"More please?" she begged and time and time again that
day I watched her fuck the men in the warehouse. I lost
count after 17. At the end of the day, she lay
exhausted coated with cum, unable to move, her pussy
coated with her juices and their cum. I prayed to God
she was on birth control! Her face and chest were
covered with the stuff and her hair was matted in
places where they had shot off into it. She looked like
hell, but was smiling contently.
The men gave me my clothes and told me to dress quickly
and leave. They would bring Cindy home after she had
recovery time. I hesitated but a further threat of
violence caused me to leave quickly. I replayed the
events I had witnessed over and over as I awaited her
return. Finally at 3:00 AM she was helped into the
house by the first of her many lovers for the day. They
helped me put her to bed. She was passed out....
The following morning I didn't bring up the events of
the day before. I was still reeling and frankly didn't
know what to say. She broke the ice quickly by telling
me she was withdrawing from school as she had found a
profession. What the hell?, I replied.
"Why a pack slut, my dear! I can make a fortune." Then
she showed me $5000 in cash and told me that was a
retainer that the boys had paid her for agreeing to
whore for them. I will be whoring for the pack now and
start this afternoon! Isn't it wonderful? She looked
into my eyes, smiled and after pinching myself to be
sure it wasn't some kind of nightmarish dream, I began
to shout at her. She smiled again and showed me a
picture of a crowd gathered around me as I ate my cum.
What were you saying?, she asked.
"Wonderful dear...have fun," I meekly replied. I was
totally defeated and realized my wife was forever gone
and that I would always be her humiliated husband.
The End!
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