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Identical Twin Girls
by Sweet Irish (address withheld)
***
Twin 11 year old girls, identical until one submits to
sex, and she was lucky she wasn't killed. Sandi gave up
her virginity during her summer vacation, and she
watched as her Uncle Dave showed Kandi something big.
Would they once more become identical, Sandy wondered
as she watched her twin and their uncle. (M/gg, extreme-
ped, inc, 1st)
***
My twin sister Kandi and I were born in the affluent
WASP suburb of Upper Arlington, adjoining Columbus,
Ohio, the day the Japan attacked Pearl Harbor, January
7, 1941.
"Sandy, you need to hurry and finish packing your
things, we’ll be leaving in an hour to go to your Uncle
Dave and Aunt Mae’s place," my mother hollowed up the
stairs at me. "Why does mom always thing I’m the one
who isn’t ready to go somewhere, my "dear sister" Kandi
- my bags are packed?"
Picking up her two suitcases, Sandy half-carried, half-
dragged, the two bags down the stairs and stopping in
front of her mom, said in a sarcastic voice, "Mom, I’m
ready; you need to call your favorite daughter to get
ready!"
"Don’t speak harshly to your mother, or I will slap
your butt, Sandy," my daddy told me as he walked past
us in the hallway.
"Daddy, it isn’t fair, mom is always shouting at me,
and you can see I’m dressed, my bags are packed, and if
you walk up stairs you will find the other half of me
still packing her bags." Walking over and hugging my
dad, I said to him, "Daddy, be fair, I challenge you to
check on my sister and see who is holding things up,
just once, please daddy, please, go upstairs and check
on Kandi, and ask mom not to always pick on me, please
daddy?"
Unknown to my father, I knew my twin sister was still
in her room lying naked on her bed listening to the
radio and reading a movie magazine. "Honey, I think
Sandy has a right to be treated fairly, so Jean, I’ll
go see what is going on, be right back."
I would have loved to have been in the room when daddy
walked in on my sister, and evidently found her as she
was when I left the room, laying with her legs over the
edge of the bed, facing the door, with her legs open
and her "kitty" on display.
"Eck, daddy, what are you doing in my room - get out,"
mom and I both heard Kandi scream out, and I looked at
mom and smiled, and walked out to the kitchen to fix
myself a sandwich.
It was another 10-minute before daddy came back down
the stairs with Kandi following him, and he was
carrying her two suitcases. Looking at me, Kandi smiled
and I could see her mouth move to form the words, "You
won’t believe what happened?"
"Guess we need to be a little more tolerant of Sandy in
the future, but guess we can head out to drop the girls
off for their vacation with your sister Mae, and your
brother-in-law, Dave’s farm, Jean - ready girls?"
Standing at the back of daddy’s "woodie" Chrysler
station-wagon, Kandi and I were waiting on our parents
to come and put our things in the back of the station-
wagon. You won’t believe what happened a little while
ago when daddy came into our room, Sandy?"
"What, what happened," I asked my sister in the
excitement of knowing that I had sent daddy to check on
her and hoped he would find her naked?"
"Daddy found me on the bed, N A K E D, and I didn’t
know he was in the room until he asked me, "Shouldn’t
you get dressed, "Pretty One," and as he spoke daddy
sat down on the bed next to me, and gave me a hug."
"So, is that all," I asked in somewhat of a jealous
manner?
"No, daddy’s hand accidentally fell between my legs and
his fingers slide around and touched my "kitty" and it
felt weird, but really good." Kandi saw our parents
walking toward us and said, "Mom and daddy are coming,
and I’ll finish telling you later what happened."
After driving for 90-minutes or so, we reached the
farm, and in no time at all mom and daddy had left, and
Kandi and I headed for the barn to look at the new
calves. After playing with a couple of them, we walked
over to where our uncle kept a few pigs, but neither of
us liked them, as they stank and were always muddy.
Around one in the afternoon, our aunt said we could go
swimming if we wanted but be back by four.
For the past three summers, Kandi and I spent four
weeks with our aunt and uncle on their beef farm, and
it was fun playing in the barn. Eespecially in the mow
where the bales of hay were kept and we also walked to
the far end of the barn to look at the young calves in
the lower part of the barn.
There were a couple of creeks that ran through the
farm, one was really long and ran all the way through
the farm, and the other was smaller and cut through the
farm and joined the larger one. Both of us knew how to
swim, and we loved being in the water when it would be
so hot during the summer days of July.
When we got to the creek, we undressed, and for some
reason, both of us thought it felt funny being naked at
the creek as we had never felt that way previously.
"You have little bumps on chest and so do I," Kandi
said to me. "Let me tell you about daddy’s fingers
touching my "kitty" and it felt really different." For
a few minutes I listened as Kandi described how our
daddy had touched her little thing. When she felt his
finger push in the entrance a little way, she was
scarred and had turned and said she told our father,
"Daddy, I need to dress, can you leave the room?"
"No way, little one, you need to get dressed, and I’m
going to make certain that you do so and not get your
sister in trouble with your mother."
Neither of us had gotten hair on our "kitty" yet, and I
hadn’t commenced to play with myself, although I think
Kandi started rubbing between her legs with her
fingers. In the water we splashed each other and tugged
at each other arms and occasionally our hands slipped
across the other’s tiny little bumps on our chest. A
couple of times, I felt Kandi move her fingers on my
"kitty" and wanted to ask if she would touch me like
she said daddy had done to her, but I was to
embarrassed.
Being identical twins, Kandi evidently knew what I was
thinking and wanting and I felt her fingers move on my
"kitty" as they played around the edge and on the
little bump at the top. I’d recently found that I felt
strange feelings when I touched that little spot, but
was always afraid to continue touching my own "kitty".
"Daddy pushed his finger right in, like this," Kandi
said as I felt her finger inserted between my little
lips, and then she asked, "Does this feel good," and I
felt her moving her finger in and out of my "kitty"?
""You better stop, it’s starting to hurt when you push
up inside me, I AHHH, take your finger out, it hurts,
Kandi!" Unknown to either of us, Kandi had nearly
pushed my cherry apart as she fingered my pussy.
That afternoon we wandered around the farm and I found
a neat place to hideout. Kandi and I had walked to the
back of the farm where the woods where the large
pasture ended; I found a small clump of brush that had
an open area where I could walk into the circle like
growing brush. The brush also had some wild rose bushes
growing within the other wild shrubs.
Once I explored the inner-circle of my newly found
personal hideout, I saw it was fairly large and nearly
the size of a small pen like Uncle Dave had for calves.
Later on I found it was once used for just that, and a
grown over woven wire fence was inside the brush, and
the opening was where the gore had once been.
A week later, and having grown tired of playing with
Kandi, and my twin and I having to do all the chores
that my aunt and uncle found for us do, I wanted to be
alone. Uncle Dave and Aunt Mae took Kandi with them to
town to shop, but I didn’t wish to go with them.
Finally after my pleading to stay home and just be
alone, I was allowed to stay home. After everyone left,
I grabbed some cookies and a bottle of Diet Pepsi and
took off for my hideout.
Walking to my recently found place to be alone, I
looked at my wrist watch and saw it was only 11:00
o’clock. I knew my aunt, uncle, and twin sister would
be gone until sometime between three and four in the
afternoon. The fact that my little space was private,
gave me the need to think about what my sister had said
about dad touching between her legs, and her showing me
what he had done.
Taking the copy of my mom’s magazine I had secretly
packed in my bag when we came to my aunt and uncle’s
house, I lay back to read "Love and Romance". Flipping
through the pages I read the blurbs under the pictures
or illustrations. One photo showed a couple holding
each other tightly as they kissed, and the man, had his
hand so it appeared he was touching the woman’s breast.
The story was titled, "Should I wait until my wedding
night, or allow Robert to capture my love in his
Oldsmobile?"
Reading the story and recalling how my sister had
touched me between my legs, caused me to become what I
termed "heated" and I moved my hand to touch the tiny
bumps on my chest. Looking at the picture of the
couple, and knowing that it must mean boys liked to
touch a girl’s boobs.
After reading the first page of the article and then
turning to page 23, I read, "Robert, I would give you
my love, but will you still love me, especially if get
in the back seat of your car and I undress for you?"
Being 11-years-old, I understood the story meant sex,
if the heroine got in the back seat of the car, and I
felt a strange feeling between my legs.
I pulled my blouse up, and was able to touch the slight
raised spots on my chest, and my small pink nipples
tingled. Reading on in the story, I loved it when the
girl in the story said, "Oh, my darling Robert you
mustn’t touch me like that, please don’t reach under my
dress like that... do you really want me to get in the
back of the car and take my clothes off..."
My legs were squeezing each other tightly and I could
feel the pressure was against the small lips between my
legs, and were on each side of my "kitty." After
reading, "My Robert, please don’t watches as I removed
my clothes, promise me you will still love me, and even
though we’re only 20-years-old, we will be married."
I don’t remember reaching down and unfastening my
shorts and pushing them and my panties down below my
hips, I found myself touching my hairless "kitty" for
the first time. Using my finger in the same manner that
Kandi had done, I found that rubbing my finger up and
down over the tiny bump at the top of my "kitty" some
made me cry out, and just as I read where the woman in
the story found love, or as it read in the story.
"Yes, Robert my love, you’re making my body float and I
see the clouds rolling over us, darling, oh my darling,
I’m..."
I had what I understood were my first climax, and my
legs shook and I remember using my feet to work my
shorts and panties from my body. My fingers continued
to rub my "kitty’ as I continued reading the story, and
understood the couple had just had sex, but in the
50’s, the stories did not state such, but one used
their imagination to determine what was happening in
the story line, and the couple was having sex.
Finishing the story I selected the next story to read
was, "Mrs. Anderson must decide if she wished to cheat
on her husband, who is ignoring her need for love that
goes with being married.
Once more when the story line became evident that the
married woman was about to allow a stranger to removed
her clothes, and I understood that she would have sex
with the stranger. My hands once more moved to touch
both my tiny chest bumps and the secret and forbidden
place between my legs. This time I could not read the
magazine as I touched my sex, but I thought of what it
would be like if I had been the one daddy had
discovered and his finger had touched my little thing?
I was building to the same point of excitement as I had
when I had my first climax, when a voice caused me to
shout out, "WHAT... WHO ARE YOU, NO, DON’T COME
CLOSER!"
Before me stood a man that I didn’t know and by now I
was completely nude, as I had removed my blouse and
shorts and panties, before I had commenced reading the
story of the married woman. The fact the man had seen
me nude, and worst of all, playing with my titty and
"kitty" caused me to be embarrassed, and even worse, as
I continued touching my body, the man sat down next to
me.
"Don’t stop, you’re very pretty, and I like seeing you,
would you like me to make you feel good?"
Before I could say anything, the man reached out and
started to touch my naked tummy. I moved my hand so it
covered the small area between my legs and my arm was
lying across both of my tiny bumps. My voice was frozen
and the fear in my body kept me from crying out or
telling the man to remove his hand from my tummy.
"Wait a minute, and I will undress so we both can be
nude," the man told me, and I thought he is younger
than my dad, and I asked him, "Who are you and how old
are you?"
"My name is Frank, and I’m 30-years-old," the man
replied. I watched as he removed his clothes and when
he removed his underpants, I could not believe how big
his thing looked. Instead of being scarred, and trying
to escape, I thought of the stories in the magazine,
and I remembered the first one in the book dealt with a
young girl who was with her boyfriend and he had just
asked the girl to marry him, and she had stood up and
undressed and told him. "My husband to be, I can’t wait
to share our love on our wedding night, come my lover,
makes me your wife now."
When the man sat down next to me, I was not only
scarred of what would likely happen, even though I
guess I wanted something with the older man, but my
eyes could not stop looking at his long thing with hair
all around it, and the hair grew up onto his stomach.
"Touch me pretty one, if you want, and what is you name
my love," and unknown to me, had seen the magazine and
knew it would make me happy if he used terms like in
the booklet. "Go ahead," the man said as I let my hand
reach out slowly, "Wrap my cock in your sweet hand my
love."
With only a small fear in my body at this point, I
allowed my hand to touch the man. Then he moved his
lips down and kissed me. My body felt like it would
explode as I was being kissed for the first time in my
life. When his tongue pushed my lips open and he eased
his tongue in my mouth, I knew it was called Frenching,
but I had no idea it would cause me to become excited.
Next I felt Frank kissing my tiny breast things, and I
felt like I was truly being loved like the women in the
magazine. Before long I felt Frank kissing my tummy,
and his tongue was licking and teasing my belly button.
Perhaps, that lasted a minute before I felt the strange
man, who I took to be my lover, but when Frank moved
his lips from my belly-button, down to kiss me on my
"kitty" I almost died.
My body felt strange, and as I was enjoying the feeling
in my "kitty’ I heard Frank ask, "Have you ever made
love before, has anyone ever kissed your cute little
pussy before?"
"No... I’ve never kissed before..."
Then Frank was once more licking and kissing between my
legs and I got extremely excited and felt like I had to
pee. Still the sensations continued between my legs,
and before I could understand what was occurring, I
felt my body having a climax, and I whispered, "Oh
Frank, that feels like..." Just as the sensations were
passing, my body became really warm, and once more I
felt the need to pee... then I did, I begin to pee, and
as I did, Frank reached under my hips and I felt him
pushing his finger against my tiny butt.
"Um, ugh that kind of hurts," but still I continued
peeing and was certain that I had never urinated that
much before in my life. I could feel and hear what
sounded like Frank was drinking my pee, and I was
embarrassed.
In a few minutes, Frank sat up and looking at me,
asked, "Liked that didn’t you, first time someone ever
ate your pussy, was it, Sandy?"
Even though I was embarrassed, I said in a hushed
voice, "Yeah, I never done that or anything until now,
I told you that, will we be married?" I asked as I
recalled the stories in the romance magazines mom
bought.
"I liked it when you peed and I drank some of it," and
Frank leaned over and kissed me, and I could taste what
I understood was my pee and the taste of my thing on
his lips and tongue. "Lick my face for me; clean your
sweet pee from my face darling love of mine."
Once more I was hearing words like those in the
magazines and I licked my pee from Frank’s face. The
love between us I just knew was perfect and I assumed
the acts were done by people in the books, and as such,
I didn’t think they were strange.
In a few minutes, I watched as Frank lay on his back
and he told me, "Hop up over me, let me feel your
little pussy against my cock, okay sweetheart?" "That’s
the way," Frank said as I straddled his body with my
legs on each side of his body, and my pussy against his
cock, Rise up so your slit is against the head of my
cock, yeah like that."
I felt my thing touching Frank’s cock, as he called it,
and he was using his hand to rub it between the lips of
my "kitty" and then he told me, "Push your pussy down
so my cock will go inside your little cunt."
At first I could feel like his cock wouldn’t go in me,
but he kept telling me to push down, and then I felt
the end, or as he told me, "Oh shit, girlfriend, you
got my cock head in your little cunt, oh hell you feel
so fucking tight."
No matter how I tried to move so I could take more of
Frank’s cock in me I couldn’t do it much, as it hurt
when he moved his cock deeper into my stretched pussy,
and I thought, "Frank is pushing in me just like my
sister’s finger."
"Okay, sweetheart, when I pull your hips down, you
shove down really hard and fast and I will be your
first lover, and maybe you would like to be my wife."
The words sounded like those in the books, and when
Frank told me, "Now, Little Pussy, shove your cunt down
and take me deep in your cunt, give me your love!"
"OHHH, NOOO, IT HURTS, STOP... NO MORE... PULL IT OUT,"
I begged Frank. Instead, he rolled me over so I was on
my back, and then I felt him pull his cock back out
some, and then shove deep and hard into me. It was only
them that I understood I had just lost my virginity as
he shoved deep up into my pussy, I screamed out as I
knew I had just lost my cherry.
Kandi and I had often discussed about which of us would
be the first to not be identical, and suddenly I knew
the answer immediately. The day of sex had only
started. By the time Frank left, I had felt him take me
three times, and before he left, he convinced me to let
him have my back door virginity.
When Frank left me, I looked at my body and saw it was
all bloody and his stuff, he called it cum, was all
over my "kitty" and legs. My butt felt raw and sore,
and yet I knew that Frank loved me.
I walked nude to the creek, which was a short distance
from my hideout, and after washing off, found I was
still bleeding a little, and my butt still hurt, even
with the soothing cool water of the creek. After
dressing and walking back to the house, I thought of
what I had done, but knew that Frank and I would be
married.
For the next two days I went to my hideout, after Frank
and I’d shared our love, expecting him to be there.
After the second day, I knew I’d never see the man who
had gotten my virginity. It was like in the story,
Robert had convinced his love to give him her body in
the back seat of his car, and left her to raise their
child all alone.
One morning, as I was eating breakfast, I picked up the
newspaper and looking at the front page, I read, "Man
escapes from prison. Frank M. Pope escaped from the
state penitentiary after being left alone in a holding
room. The escape prisoner had been transferred to the
penitentiary after being convicted for the murder and
rape of two young girls, one who was 10 and the other
who was 12-years-old, and their mother." The photograph
on the front page was my Frank, and knew I’d been lucky
in not being murdered. I wanted to tell my aunt and
uncle about Frank, but was afraid they would find out I
had sex with the man.
I walked to the creek with Kandi the following
Saturday, we undressed and swam in the water, and I
thought about telling Kandi what happened, but couldn’t
admit that I had sex when I was only 11-years-old.
We swam for about 10 or 15-minutes, when we heard a
couple of boys yelling, "Look, two naked fish swimming
in our swimming hole, and aren’t they cute," said the
one boy, who it turned out his name was Jay, asked?
"Sure are, and they sure look sexy, guess we need to
join them," the boy named Tad replied, and Kandi and I
watched as they undressed. Having known what Frank’s
cock looked like, I could see the boys who appeared to
be about 16 or 17-years-old, had only about half the
size cock of what my first lover’s thing was like.
"I guess you like 8-inches of hard bone in your little
pussy, huh, Sandy," I remembered Frank asked me after
he shot his first load of creamy stuff up into my
"kitty. Now I was starring at two cocks that were 5 or
6-inches long, and not nearly as thick as the one Frank
had pushed inside my "kitty" and even up my butt.
"You guys get out of here, and don’t you dare get in
the water with us or I will clobber you," Kandi
shouted. I watched as the boys walked to the edge of
the creek, and as they started to get in the water with
my twin sister and me. Kandi moved to the creek bank
and getting out of the water, charged at the boys.
Both of the boys were soon taunting Kandi, and she
didn’t think about being nude in front of them as she
chased first one and then the other, and as they were
older, they could easily move away from her. "Wow, look
at those cute little tits," the boy Jay said, "and look
at the lips on her pussy, man I would like to fuck
her."
"You assholes," Kandi shouted at the two boys and she
lunged on Jay and knocked him down. Landing on top of
him, she didn’t understand that her actions of rubbing
her pussy all around on his cock was what he wanted.
Then Jay reached up and started hugging Kandi, and she
stopped moving on him, and by then her tiny sex was
open enough that the end of his cock or as Frank had
called it, his cock head, was between Kandi’s tiny
pussy lips.
"Sandy, look what this guy is doing, make him stop,"
Kandi shouted at me, but I knew if she wanted him to
stop, she could simply fall off his body.
Before my eyes, I watched my twin sister start to move
her thing back and forth on Jay’s cock. Kandi cried
out, "Oh no, that hurts," and I understood that she had
pushed her pussy deep enough on Jay’s cock that he had
struck against her cherry. Jumping up, Kandi took off
running and she stopped and told me, "Sandy, I’m going
home, are you coming?"
I waited until Sandi had disappeared and I moved over
to where Jay was still on the ground, and I lay down
next to him, and he asked, "Your twins, right, or you
identical?"
For the next hour, I allowed Jay and his brother, Tad,
to do me, and before leaving for home, I had sex with
each of them twice. I made arrangements to meet them
the following day, telling them to wait further down
the creek.
For the rest of the summer, I met with Jay and Tad,
occasionally and several times my twin sister asked me
if I did anything with the two guys, but she never knew
I had meet them three other times.
One day I had helped Aunt Mae in the garden, and after
I was finished hoeing the garden and we dug some small
potatoes and picked some peas so we could have fresh
creamed vegetables for dinner that night. After I was
done, I walked to the barn to hunt for my twin, who was
supposedly helping Uncle Dave. I heard them over where
the pens were for the calves and walked in that
direction. There were several bales of hay stacked
there, and hearing them, understood they were on the
other side of the hay bales, and I understood what was
being said.
"Uncle Dave, I can’t take my panties off, they are all
I have on, and you shouldn’t be nude in front of me," I
heard Kandi say.
"Come on sweetheart, I will give you a five dollar
bill, and all you have to do is take your panties off,"
Uncle Dave was telling my twin sister. Wow, I thought,
I would take mine off, I thought.
"Okay, but Uncle Dave, you shouldn’t be touching my
boobs, but I could hear the excitement in her voice as
my experience had taught me what sex sounds were. I had
noticed over the past couple of weeks our tits had
seemed to have doubled in size for both of us, and mine
were bigger than Kandi‘s.
Frank was right, I thought, as he had told me, "Your
tits will grown from my kissing them and each time we
fuck it will make then grow, and be bigger by the end
of summer," he had told me.
"Okay, now are you satisfied, I have my panties off," I
heard Kandi ask? "Have you done this with my twin, have
you done this with Sandy, Uncle Dave."
"You shouldn’t put my hand on your thing, besides it
scares me, you aren’t planning on shoving it up in my
"kitty" is you Uncle Dave?" Kandi asked Uncle Dave,
"Does Aunt Mae hold your thing like this, and does it
really fit inside a girl’s thing?"
"Sure she does, and she even puts in her mouth, and she
makes me feel good as she sucks my cock for me, here
suck my dick," I heard and watched as my uncle said and
moved Kandi’s mouth to his hard thing. My twin sister
had tried to stop our uncle from putting his thing in
her mouth, but uncle Dave told her, "I’ll give you a
dollar if you suck my dick, Kandi girl."
I watched in disbelief as Kandi’s mouth was forced down
over our uncle’s hard cock, and I watched as she moved
her mouth up and down on the hard thing, as Uncle Dave
told her, "Move your mouth up and down... yeah up and
down like that... move your tongue around on the end...
oh hell, honey child, I’m cuming, shit, swallow my
cum..." and I knew my uncle was filling my twin
sister’s mouth with his thick creamy stuff. I wondered
what that was like and why Frank hadn’t asked me to
suck his cock and swallow his stuff, as I had tasted it
from my fingers as it had been on my legs.
"Ugh, ugh, ugh, no, I’m choking," Kandi had said after
Uncle Dave had let her move her mouth from his cock,
and I could see tears in her eyes, and as her mouth
opened I could see nothing inside so knew she had
swallowed his cum.
"No, you’re the only one I would ever do this with, and
never with your sister as you’re my favorite, and have
you done anything with a boy before, pretty girl,"
Uncle Dave asked Kandi?
"One time I had someone put his finger at the edge of
my "kitty’ and another boy tried to get me to let him
shove his thing in me, but I made him stop."
I knew Kandi was speaking about our father and wondered
if she would tell our uncle about her and dad, and also
about the boys from the next farm.
"Like this, you mean," and as I had eased up on the
bales of hay, I watched as my uncle had my twin on her
back on his clothing, and he was playing his finger
around her tiny opening. When he pushed his finger
inside my twin’s pussy, I saw her face twist up into
what must have been a sign of pain, and she told Uncle
Dave, "Not so deep, that hurts."
"Let me fuck you and I will give you another five
dollars," Uncle Dave said.
"No, that will hurt, and your to big, your thing is
really big, and that is when I saw Uncle Dave’s thick
and long cock, and it was half again as big as what
Frank’s had been.
My uncle moved on top of my sister, and she didn’t try
to stop him, and I watched as he used his hands to part
her legs and pushing them open, Uncle Dave guided his
big cock to the tiny slit between her legs.
"No uncle, you can’t... ohhhh, ohhhh, Uncle Dave your
too big, gosh no!"
"Hush, I’ll give you twenty dollars, and with that,
Kandi knew only one thing, she was going to be having
sex for money. In just moments, Kandi was being stabled
with a huge cock and her cries were stopped as Uncle
Dave kissed Kandi and he moved back and forth with his
thick cock, until I saw my twin sister’s legs kick out
and flap around in the air. Even behind Uncle Dave’s
lips, I heard Kandi sob, "AUGHHHH, NOOOOO, NOOOOO,
EIYEEE," and I knew Uncle Dave had just made us
identical twins.
END
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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