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Story title : Alan - Part 2
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Alan - 2 (MF, mc)
by Julian Coreto (juliancoreto@hotmail.com)
***
Alan Begins to Connect the Dots
***
Alan and his parents arrived home, and his mom heated
some leftover chicken for dinner. There was little
conversation at the dinner table. Alan's grandfather was
deteriorating rapidly. The doctor had spoken to them
while his grandfather was sleeping, telling him that
Alan's grandfather had told the medical team in the CCU
that he did not want any heroic measures taken to prolong
his life, and by the doctor's estimation the end could
come anytime from within a few hours to a few days.
After dinner Alan's mother sat on the couch and began to
cry softly. His dad sat down next to her and held her,
and he could see that they were rocking forward and back,
at a slow pace. His mom was taking this very hard. Her
mother, too, had died a lingering death, of cancer, even
before Alan was born, and the emotional toll of now
watching her dad slip away was trying on her.
Alan sat down on the other side of her and took her hand
in his, and this seemed to brighten her spirits. She came
out of her shell a bit, turned to him and kissed him on
the cheek, tousling his hair. She smiled at him, and took
a deep breath. He was glad he could be a comfort to his
mom.
Alan's dad rose to answer the phone, and his mom put her
arm around his shoulder. The. sat quietly for a few
minutes. "So," his mom asked, "how was school today?"
Alan started to turn a little pink, but his mom was
looking straight ahead, and didn't notice. Alan told her
it was just another regular day, a short smile forming on
his lips.
Later that night Alan was awake in bed, staring at the
ceiling, unable to sleep. He was still shocked about the
day's events. His life had taken a strange turn, not a
bad one to be sure, but strange nonetheless. Some of what
had happened could be explained. Having sex with an older
woman, his teacher even, was unexpected, but not out of
the scope of rationality. He peeled the blanket off of
him and looked down at his body.
The thing he couldn't begin to understand was the sudden
growth spurt in his penis. He began to review the day's
events in his mind, and was brought up short. Just before
Ms. Kelly had taken his penis in her hands he had been
worried about it size, but when she touched it, it
suddenly grew. Alan got out of bed and turned on his desk
lamp, pulling open the drawer to get his ruler. The
memory of Ms. Kelly holding his penis was arousing him,
and he wanted to measure his cock.
He pumped it in his fist a few times, and it began to
grow to full length. With his left hand he place the edge
of the ruler at the base, and saw that his erection
measured nine inches. He was dumbfounded. Getting back
into bed he though back again to the tryst with Ms. Kelly
and suddenly it hit him. That buzzing sensation, that was
the key. He first felt it in the hospital during the
strange encounter with the old man, and later, right
before Ms. Kelly kissed him during lunch period. Again
when he saw her after school, and the kicker, his cock
had tingled right before she grasped at it.
Whatever was happening to him, that buzzing, tingly,
sensation was the common factor. He looked down again at
his crotch and imagined his penis before it had grown,
and it began tingling again. He watch in astonishment as
it reverted back to six inches, and just to be sure, he
wanted to measure it. He got out of bed again and stepped
towards the desk, reaching for the ruler. When he was
about two feet from the desk the ruler levitated and
floated into his hand.
Alan was breathing hard now, a little scared by what was
happening. He tried to remember what the voice in his
head had said when the old man held his forearm. "You
have the power to control the actions of others, and more
powers will come to you as you develop your skills." The
old man had given him something. Some kind of power. He
had used it to fuck his teacher. He had used it to make
his penis grow. He had used it to summon the ruler from
the desk. And he realized he had almost no control.
"Develop your skills," the voice had said. Alan went back
to bed and concentrated on his penis. It started tingling
again, and almost instantly returned to nine inches. He
decided to see what else he could do. Going into the
bathroom he looked at his hair. It was chestnut brown,
like his mom's hair, medium length and a bit messy-bed
hair.
He closed his eyes for a moment and concentrated. When he
opened them his hair was smoothed out, like he had just
combed it. He closed his eyes again, and upon opening
them he was a blond. Again, and he was completely bald,
like Michael Jordan. One last time, and his hair was back
to normal.
Looking down at his torso he saw that the long winter,
followed by all the time spent sitting in the hospital
with his grandfather, had left him about five to ten
pounds over his "fighting" weight. Most of Alan's
exercise came from bicycling, and he had barely put his
ass in the saddle since autumn. Over the winter his
parents had given him a car, the old one, when they
bought a new model for his mom to use. He hadn't even
been biking to school anymore, even when the weather had
warmed up.
Thinking about it deeply he closed his eyes and felt his
whole body tingle, and when he looked down he saw that he
had slimmed down and toned up. He was having fun, and
decided to slightly increase the muscle mass of his arms
and legs, but his first effort was shaky, leaving him
looking like Ah-nuld. "Too freaky," he said to himself,
chuckling, and dialed it down considerably.
He spent a good hour playing with his body, but in the
end he looked almost exactly as he had, though he kept
the nine inch dick and the improved muscle tone. Just as
he was slipping under the covers, around one in the
morning, dad knocked on the door with a grim look.
"Alan," his dad started, "It happened. Grandpa Joe is
gone. Mom's getting dressed, and we're going over now."
Alan began to get dressed, all thoughts of the Seed
pushed to the back of his mind.
* * *
A few miles away Megan Kelly couldn't sleep. She felt
like she was going crazy. "How could I have let that
happen?" she asked herself. "I could lose my job, be
blacklisted from every school in the country. Everything
I have worked for, down the tubes."
For some reason it didn't matter to her as much as it
should have. She knew in her heart that she was
developing real feelings for the boy, and part of her
brain was telling her that love was more important than a
career in teaching. But for Megan Kelly teaching was a
defiant act against the expectations of her upper-class
parents. She really didn't need the job to support
herself, her family was rich, and she was well provided
for up until her recent twenty-fifth birthday by her mom
and dad, when the trust left to her in her grandfather's
will came under her control.
People wouldn't have guessed by her middle-class
lifestyle, but her trust contained millions of dollars,
almost ten million to be exact. When she began teaching
she could sense the unspoken disapproval from her
parents. They had expected her to be an upper class wife
and mother, Junior League, the right benefit committees,
and the rest. They didn't understand why she wanted to
work at all, let alone be a teacher.
* * *
The men from the funeral home retrieved the body of
Grandpa Joe from the hospital, and Alan and his parents
watched it disappear around the corner. His dad has his
arm around his mother, supporting her, and Alan took the
keys from him to get the car and bring it around. The
funeral was going to be held the next day, and Alan took
his parents home. They needed to sleep. It was almost two
in the morning, and they planned to be meet the funeral
director at ten. On the car ride home Alan's dad told him
that he wanted him to stay home from school tomorrow,
because he and mom would be out making arrangements, and
someone needed to be home to answer the phone.
* * *
When fifth period came around, Ms. Kelly was anxious to
see Alan, but was disappointed by his absence. One of the
other students in class told her that she and Alan were
in the same homeroom, and the teacher there had told the
class that Alan's grandfather had died. Megan was torn
between her relief at not having to confront him over
their inappropriateness the day before, and her desire to
be with him again, to hold him close to her body and feel
his warmth, and feel the warmth running through her own
body.
Later, in the principal's office, she asked the secretary
about Alan and the funeral. The secretary told her that
the funeral was tomorrow, Thursday, in the afternoon, and
that the family would be receiving visitors that evening,
after the burial. Megan didn't know if it was proper
etiquette for her to show up at the house, but the
secretary informed her that a good-sized contingent from
the school would be going. Megan didn't know until then
that Alan's mother was on the school board, but was glad
that this gave her a good excuse to go to their house.
The lesson in fifth period had went well, and she didn't
know if it was because she lacked the distraction that
Alan would have presented to her.
* * *
While his parents spent the morning at the funeral home
making arrangements Alan used his unexpected free time
alone to experiment with his abilities. The phone rang
intermittently, mostly friends of his mom, and he had a
quiet house to himself. He started with making objects
move. He levitated some of the living room furniture and
set it down softly. Once, when the phone was ringing and
he was headed to the kitchen where he had left the
cordless headset he realized that he needn't do so.
Just as the phone reached him he opened his hand to take
it. Since no one else was around he couldn't use his
power to influence people, and the more he thought about
doing it, the more questions in his mind opened. He
wondered about the ethics of taking control of people.
One problem he foresaw was that he had no one to talk to
about his situation.
He didn't think his parents would understand, let alone
believe him if he were to tell them about the Seed. The
other problem facing him was that there was no one to
help him. The old man who gave it to him was dead, and he
didn't know if any other living person had a seed of
their own. Maybe he was the only one, maybe there were
hundreds or even thousands of seed people. They might
even be clubs or associations, Alan didn't know, and
furthermore had no idea whom to ask, or even if asking
was a good idea.
So far, he thought, he had only influenced one person,
Ms. Kelly. He didn't not know about the assistant
principle, or Mr. Stanton, his Physics teacher. Both of
them were about to discover Alan and Megan together, the
former during the lunchtime kiss, and the latter while
Alan and Megan were having sex. The Seed had sent out a
signal to each, at the behest of Alan's subconscious to
stay away from the English classroom.
* * *
Around three o'clock Alan's parents returned. After the
funeral home they had gone to Grandpa Joe's house to get
him a suit of clothes to wear for the burial. Alan could
see that his mother was physically and emotionally
debilitated and he did what he could to console her.
Thoughts of the Seed and his new powers evaporated.
The next morning Alan stayed home from school again. His
father hadn't said anything to him about staying home,
but since the funeral was today, at three in the
afternoon, he figured that he would have to leave school
early anyway, to change into his suit, etc. Plus, he his
mom had begun to depend on him, and he wanted to be there
for her.
Around noon a few of Alan's friends from school showed
up, giving up their lunch breaks to pay their respects. A
bunch of his mom's friends had been milling about the
house since after breakfast, and Alan was glad for it
because they occupied his mom, keeping her mind off her
loss. Alan took his friends out to the back porch and
they shot the breeze for about a half an hour, until the
time came that they had to head back to school.
After the funeral and the burial, the limousine dropped
Alan and his folks off at their house. The street was
lined with cars. Some of their friends and neighbors had
gone to their house after the funeral to set up for the
evening. Alan saw that the dinner table was pushed
against the wall, groaning with plates of food and cakes.
Someone had set up big coffee urns in the kitchen, and
the house was littered with folding chairs which had been
lent by the funeral home.
Alan's mother sat on the living room couch and people
came in dribs and drabs to pay their sympathies. Alan sat
next to his mom for a while, but after a bit she shooed
him away, telling him to hang out with his friends, so he
did. There were a great many people in the house, friends
and neighbors, relatives, people from his dad's law firm,
and a bunch of people who knew his mom through her work
on the school board. Alan even saw his principal from
across the room.
Some of his teachers, past and present, came over to him
to offer his sympathies. He started to wonder if Ms.
Kelly was here; he figured she wasn't. Ms. Kelly was
relatively new in town, and he didn't think she knew his
mother in a professional capacity. His mother had never
mention knowing her, and Ms. Kelly had never indicated to
him that she knew about his mother's position.
As he stepped into the kitchen to get a soda he saw her.
She was standing around with a klatch of teachers from
his school, and when he entered their eyes met. All of
the teachers in her group turned and they greeted him
individually, Ms. Kelly last. A few of them had hugged
him, and she thought that since some already had, she
could also. Megan stood on her tiptoes and put her arms
around his neck, her cheek resting for an instant on his.
They parted, Alan got his drink and decided to leave the
kitchen, thinking that his presence made Ms. Kelly
uncomfortable.
As the hour grew late, the crowd in the house began to
thin. As his friends left Alan would walk them to their
car, and his dad did the same when his work colleagues
left. Around nine o'clock he saw a bunch of people leave,
and Ms. Kelly was at the coat rack which had been placed
in the foyer, another loan from the funeral home.
He excused himself from conversation had had been having
with his dad, turning to Ms. Kelly and speaking in a
voice loud enough so that the people still at the house
could hear him, he addressed his teacher, "Wait up, Ms.
Kelly, I'll walk you to the car and you can tell me about
the reading assignments I missed." He saw her eyes widen
for a brief second, and she responded, "Don't worry Alan,
you can make those up anytime."
Alan approached her and said, still in a voice audible to
the room, "OK, thanks Ms. Kelly." He paused for a second.
"I'll walk you to your car anyway." Alan's dad watched
them leave together, and he nodded his head in approval.
"We've raised such a little gentleman," he commented to
his wife, and she agreed. She didn't know what she would
have done without Alan these past few days.
* * *
"Do you want to have 'the talk' now, Ms. Kelly?" Alan
asked as they walked towards her car. "I have some time.
My parents are busy with the visitors." Alan had a pretty
good idea about what Ms. Kelly had to say to him. She
used the remote on her key chain to pop the locks on her
car, and gestured for Alan to get in on the other side.
As he was settling himself in Alan considered his
options. He had pretty much decided that he was OK with
the idea of using the Seed to make changes to himself,
and his ability to move object with his mind was cool,
but he resolved only to use it in private. He had
considered the mind control aspects of the Seed
carefully, and decided that it would be wrong, very
wrong, to manipulate people into doing things they didn't
want to do, and he thought he had the will power to
follow through.
If Ms. Kelly out and out refused to continue their affair
he would live with it, but it looking at her, five days a
week, for another three months, the rest of the school
year, would be a massive test of his resolve.
He was surprised when Ms. Kelly started the engine. He
turned to her, "What are you doing? I though we would
talk here." Ms. Kelly didn't say anything for a minute.
"Alan." She paused. "I think it would be better if we
talked in private." As they drove conflicting thoughts
raced through her mind. A few minutes later she pulled up
in front a row of townhouses, parked, unbuckled herself,
and got out of the car. Alan followed. After she had
locked the door behind them she turned to Alan and threw
herself in his arms, her cheek resting on his chest,
tears pouring from her eyes. Alan wrapped his arms around
her and held her, his shirt blotting her tears. She
straightened up and pulled Alan into the living room,
having him take a seat on the chair, while she sat on the
sofa, facing him. She didn't want to sit next to him, not
entirely trusting herself.
"I know why you want to speak to me, Ms. Kelly," he
began. She looked at him, and sniffled, the reaction a
byproduct of her crying jag in the foyer. Alan continued,
"You want to tell me that we can't ever do anything like
that again, that you could lose your job and get into a
lot of trouble, right?"
Ms. Kelly was listening, her chin resting on her chest,
her eyes fixed downward, not daring to look at Alan. "Let
me just say, Ms. Kelly, I understand, and if that's how
it has to be, I can deal with it." He saw that his
teacher had begun to cry again, silently, a solitary tear
running down her cheek. He wanted to lean over the coffee
table which separated them and wipe it off, but he
decided that it might be inappropriate, so he sat quietly
and waited for her to respond.
She raised her head up to look at him, wiping her tear
away with the back of her hand. She was so emotional that
her throat felt constricted, she thought she could barely
breathe. When she tried to speak she could only whisper.
"Yes, that's exactly what I wanted to say to you. B-but
I'm glad you said it because a big part of me doesn't
want to stop."
She let that conversational bomb hover in the silent air
for a few seconds before continuing. Alan strained to
hear every word, her voice was so soft. As she began to
speak again Alan could see that she was trembling. He got
up and walked around the coffee table, sat next to her
and held her. She gave a hushed moan and began shaking
harder in his arms. Alan kissed her on the top of her
head, admiring the pleasant odor of her hair, and she
began to calm.
When he thought that she had calmed down enough to speak
again, he leaned back and gently pushed her away so he
could see her face. Still, she didn't speak for a minute
or two, but rather stared intently in his blue eyes.
He considered the situation again. He was not using his
powers to force her responses. Granted, he hadn't known
that he was using his powers last time, when they had sex
in the classroom, but tonight he didn't feel the telltale
buzzing in his head, or for that matter, his penis. If
Ms. Kelly decided to continue sleeping with him of her
own free will, he certainly had no objection. Lost in his
internal deliberations, he took no notice as Ms. Kelly
head approached his.
He was shaken from his pensiveness by the feel of her
lips brushing against his. He heartily returned the kiss,
her mouth opening to admit his tongue. She tasted like
coffee, he thought to himself. She broke the kiss and
placed her chin on his shoulder, her body pressing in to
his.
"Ever since that day I haven't been able to think about
anything else but you, and what we did together," she
began. She was about to tell him that she loved him, but
bit her tongue, not wanting to spook him away. It was
just a few minutes ago, when he held her and kissed the
top of her head which had put her over the edge.
She wanted him.
She wanted to be with him.
She wanted to be his girl.
She hoped he would have her. Damn the consequences.
* * *
By this point Alan wasn't even surprised. He could feel
the heat emanating from her as he held her. He began to
let his hands roam over her body, rubbing her shoulder,
back, and then her cute tushy. It was almost as if she
was humming now, her body vibrating in response to his
attentions. She was breathing through her nose, her lips
clamped shut over his earlobe, and he could feel her hot
exhalations on his neck.
She reared back and faced him again, planting her lips on
his, her hands reaching for the buttons on her blouse.
She needed to feel his skin on hers again, immediately.
Alan began unbuttoning his shirt, their lips never
parting. She slipped out of her blouse and dropped in the
floor behind her, then grabbed Alan's shirt and tore it
open, the last two or three buttons flying off in
different directions.
Alan brought his arms up to pull her into him, his hands
rising to reach the clasp on her brassiere. She gasped
slightly as he unhooked it, pulling back and breaking
their kiss as she wiggled out of it, allowing it to fall
between them, resting on his lap. He opened his legs and
she put her knees between his thighs, resting her ass on
the back of her calves as she moved to recommence their
kiss. Pressing her mouth to his, she parted his shirt and
rubbed her hard nipples in his chest hair and up against
his hard chest, mewling happily.
She pulled his shirt down as far as she could, the collar
touching the middle of his back and the rest of it
bunched at the crook of his elbows. She was squirming
with heat, and she realized with a start that she had
begun licking his face, like a cat. Startled, she looked
at him, and was giddy at his smile. He enveloped her in
his strong arms, and stood lifting her to her feet.
"Which way his the bedroom?" he asked, not letting her
free from his hug. She pointed her head at the stairs,
and he lifted her up in his arms, like a groom carrying
his bride across the threshold. She put her arms around
his neck and he carried her up the steps.
Gently he lowered her to the bed. He straightened up and
unbuckled his belt, letting his pants fall to the floor.
He slipped out of his shoes, and stepped out of his
pants. He peeled his socks off. She was reaching behind
herself to take of her skirt when he stopped her. "Let me
do that, Ms. Kelly." She blushed.
He got on the bed and leaned over her, kissing her
breasts as he reached around to unzip her skirt. She
lifted her ass of the bed and he threw it to the floor,
his hands quickly at her hips to shed her of her panties.
In the dim light of the room he tugged her underpants
down, her legs rising to let him get them off her. He
rolled over onto his back beside her, and she turned on
her side so they could kiss. Hands went flying everywhere
as they explored each other's bodies. In the back of her
mind Megan was slightly confused. When they had hooked up
earlier in the week she didn't remember Alan being so
well defined, but she was not about to stop what they
were doing to each other to complain or ask questions.
Alan's right hand reached down and felt her wetness. She
gasped and moaned when she felt him touch her there and
began to shiver with desire. "Alan," she hissed, "You
make me feel so good. I need you. I n-n-need you to touch
me. K-keep doing that." She was gasping, her body shaking
violently, and when she came, she screamed out his name
over and over again.
Alan held her by her shoulders and rotated her so she was
atop him. He nudged her into place, her dripping pussy
rubbing against his turgid erection. Her eyes popped open
when she felt his cock rub against her slit, and she
raised herself up on her haunches and placed the head
against her pussy. Slowly she sank down on his long cock,
and this time it was he who gasped. She was tight, and
the feel of her still-spasming pussy electrified him.
He concentrated on not coming, and in the back of his
skull he could feel the buzzing sensation again. When her
ass rested on his pelvis he reached up to caress her rosy
nipples, and she shuddered. "It's so wrong Alan, what
we're doing, but I need it. I need you," she gasped, her
face wearing a crooked grin. "I'm fucking you Alan.I'm
fucking you Alan," she kept repeating, as if her mantra.
Alan continued to toy with her nipples, gently pinching
them, sometimes rubbing them with the flats of his palms
in a circular motion, and after just a few minutes she
came, her body falling forward, collapsing onto his
chest, her screams of joy bouncing off the bedroom walls.
Alan wasn't done.
He rolled her over and reinserted himself into her pussy,
slowly pistoning his cock from tip to base. Ms. Kelly
stared up at him with unbelieving eyes, too caught up in
the moment to say anything. She began whimpering, and
grabbed the sides of his head, pulling him down so she
could drive her tongue into her mouth. He gradually
picked up his pace, and after a few minutes was fucking
her with great force.
She arched her back and came, her body becoming stiff.
Alan shot his load into her pussy and she groaned in
pleasure, insensible from the passion she felt towards
him. They collapsed, her body falling to the mattress,
his on top of hers, his deflating penis gradually
slipping from her depths.
He rolled over onto his back and she rolled over too,
placing the side of her face against his shoulder. He put
his arm around her, his hand resting on her hip, and her
hand lightly stroked his chest, her fingers softly raking
through his chest hairs.
Alan glanced over to her bedstand and checked the time.
When he got home he would tell his parents he went for a
long walk to come to terms for his grief over Grandpa
Joe. If they didn't buy it he would use the Seed to fix
it, deciding that it wouldn't hurt using the power this
one time. He would have to be more careful in the future.
Ms. Kelly was purring contentedly next to him in bed, and
he continued to stroke her hip. They were both covered in
sweat, which was evaporating and making them chilly, so
he reached down and pulled at the comforter, which was
folded up at the foot of the bed, over the two of them.
They cuddled for awhile, enjoying their post-coital
bliss, and Alan looked at the clock and saw that it was
coming up on 10:30.
He turned on his side and kissed her forehead, and she
sighed in response. Propping himself up on his elbow he
looked down at her beautiful face, with his free hand
moving a few strands of hair out of her eyes. She looked
back with a worshipful gaze, and he broke the silence.
"Uh, Miss Kelly? Would you mind driving me home?" He
paused a beat and added, "It's a school night and I have
a curfew." She giggled at this and they detached and
began to dress.
"You know Alan," she said as she slipped into a pair of
slacks, "When we're alone, I'd like you to call me
'Megan'." They both thought this was extraordinarily
funny for some reason, and with laughter in the air the
went downstairs so Alan could put his shirt on before
leaving the townhouse. At the door Megan peeked her head
out to see of the coast was clear, and they ran to the
car.
* * *
Pulling up to his driveway the kissed briefly, and Alan
let himself out of the car, and slowly made his way to
the house. He buttons that had been ripped off his shirt
were on the bottom, and he tucked his shirttails into his
pants so no one could see the damage. The front hall was
empty when he came in, so he hied it up the stairs,
closing the door to his room behind him.
As he was undressing to shower he heard a knock at his
door and his dad's face appeared in the doorway a few
seconds later. "Hey son, I heard you come in. Where did
you disappear to tonight?" his dad asked. Alan told him
the story about taking a walk, and his dad nodded in
understanding.
After the shower Alan was sorry that he had washed
Megan's smell off his body. He sat down at his computer,
logged in and began to sift through his e-mail. It was
only 11:15, and he usually didn't go to bed until after
midnight, and tonight he seemed wired.
He had expected Ms. Kelly, Megan, to reject him because
of propriety, but he was delighted by her lust for him.
He hadn't even pushed her into doing it with his power.
He gave up on using the computer, too distracted by the
fresh memories of his encounter with Megan.
Firing up the CD player he slipped in a disc by the punk
band Bad Religion, this one titled 'Stranger than
Fiction'. His skateboard-freak cousins from California
had turned him onto the band, and his parents room was on
the other side of the house, so as long as he kept the
volume reasonable he wouldn't disturb them. Pressing the
shuffleplay button he the lowered himself on the bed and
began to relax. The second song that played was called
"Hooray for Me," and the lyrics took on a whole new
meaning for Alan.
"Tell me...can you imagine, for a second
Doing anything just 'cus you wanted to?
Well that's just what I do, so hooray for me...
AND FUCK YOU!"
and a later, slightly different version of the chorus
"Yeah tell me... can you imagine, for a second
trying half the things you ever wanted to?
Well that's just what I do, so hooray for me..."
You know the rest.
NEXT CHAPTER: Alan loosens his self-imposed rules about
his use of his powers
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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