Date: Fri, 15 Mar 2019 15:55:41 -0500 From: gwen uni Subject: The Apparition by Cutter09 bi adult/youth Please remember to donate to Nifty. The thousands of stories available for your reading pleasure is provided by Nifty, so give a little and get a lot. Cutter09 http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html You can find more of my stories listed on the prolific authors page under Cutter09 The Apparition The house, being over a hundred years old, was in the historical district of our town. Regulations required owners to maintain the integrity of the homes and their historical value. Modernization was allowed, as long as it met standards set by the historical society. It had been well maintained and modernized kitchen, baths, etc. While doing a title search, I discovered it had changed hands several times over the last couple of decades, which was uncommon for the area. I had learned about it from another attorney in our firm. It was part of a divorce settlement, and the owners were in a hurry to sell. I got a very good price on it. My daughter Amy and I moved in as soon as possible. I was anxious to start over in a new place since my wife's death, getting Amy away from bad memories. Amy was barely ten when we moved in. Growing fast and quickly becoming a beautiful young girl. The first night we stayed in the house, I was exhausted from the move. I hit the pillow, and was out like a light. I had some wonderfully sexy dreams that night. One of my many secrets is that I love boys. I've never been with one since my early fumblings with a friend. But those memories have fueled many masturbatory fantasies, and countless erotic dreams. So, I wasn't surprised at the content of my dreams that night, but they seemed so real. I was holding a boy, naked, cuddling in bed. I had felt his hardness against me. And when he ducked under the covers, his desire was urgent, almost demanding. He swallowed my load, then gave me a moment of rest before attacking my dick again. The second time I felt his fingers pumping in my ass. It seemed so real, and when I unloaded the second time, I could feel his fingers leave my ass. I awoke with a jolt, because I thought the bed had moved as if someone got out. Looking around the dark room, I saw no one, and put it off to my exhaustion. I had all but forgotten it, until the next night. Again I was sound asleep, though not from exhaustion. The erotic dreams started, then I was suddenly aware of a mouth engulfing my dick. This was no dream. Someone was sucking my dick. I reached down and felt the head of my fellator. They stopped briefly, then resumed pleasuring me. My first thought was of course Amy. The head wasn't large, so it must be her. I admit to having looked at her differently since being widowed, but I wouldn't dream of doing anything to her. So why would my sweet, innocent daughter be sucking my dick in the middle of the night? I read somewhere that a traumatic episode can cause sleep walking. Had Amy began to sleepwalk because of her mom's death? The mouth was again, very demanding of my load. I had no resistance to it, and soon gave in to my pleasure. As soon as I released my load, I started to reach for the bedside lamp. I was going to confront Amy about this behavior now. As I reached for the lamp, the cover flew up and over my head. I scrambled to free myself, but by the time I had the light on, I was alone in the room. At breakfast the next morning I confronted Amy. "We need to have a chat young lady," I said rather coldly. "About what, Daddy," she asked. Those big innocent blue eyes staring through me. "About you coming to my room last night." "I didn't go to your room last night." She answered sincerely. "Well, somebody did and there isn't anyone else here," I said raising my voice slightly. "I didn't Daddy. I swear." I realized she was telling the truth, as far as she knew. Maybe she has started sleepwalking. Her mother's been dead for six months, why would she just now start sleepwalking? Of course what happened last night was more of a case of sleep sucking. And a damn fine job she did too. Her future husband is one lucky bastard. I decided to let it drop for now, until I could do some research on how to handle it. I was busy at the office most of the day and only had a minute to research. About the only thing I got out of it was you shouldn't wake someone who is sleepwalking. I was asleep that night when Amy wrapped her lips around my dick. Oh Jesus, could this girl work a dick. I lay there letting her go to town, only because I wasn't supposed to wake her, of course. She had me at my peak quickly, and I gave her what she obviously wanted. She continued to nurse on my dick, stroking and squeezing it. Trying to keep it hard. I wasn't going to disappoint my baby girl, it's not everyday you get a great blow job from a ten year old. That alone was reason enough to keep me from going soft. She put a lot of energy into her efforts, then she shoved a couple of fingers into my ass. A trick she must have come by naturally. Her mother liked to do that too. Well, her mother knew I liked it anyway. The trick worked too. Or maybe just the fact that my ten year old daughter was blowing me and shoving her fingers in and out of my ass. Either way she got her second load. As I recovered, the blanket shifts as Amy crawled out of my bed. Then I watch as she appears out from under the blanket. Only...it wasn't Amy. I'm not sure I was seeing right. It was...a cloud? The room is fairly dark, but I saw something. A form in a cloud? It definitely wasn't Amy. It was taller, bigger. Then gone into the shadows. I consciously knew I should be frightened, but I really wasn't. Sexually drained, but not frightened. I slept peacefully. At breakfast, Amy said, "It was nice what you did last night Daddy." "What's that baby?" "You came into my room." Now I was worried. "Oh? And What did I do?" "You pulled my covers up to my chin and kissed my forehead." "Oh, that. Yes." It was Saturday so I didn't have to go into the office. Amy was being picked up by my sister and her daughter to go shopping and whatever else women do on Saturdays. My Sister, Beth, has been a godsend, stepping in as Amy's mother figure. After seeing Amy off, I went to shower. As I stood under the spray, I couldn't help but think about what had happened. I can't remember having a better blow job than I'd had in the last few nights. My dick started rising at the thought. I was about to reach for it, when I felt fingers wrap around it. I looked down, and in the mist and steam of the shower, I could see a hand on my dick. Not really a hand, as such, but the outline of a hand and arm reaching around me. A sketch that wasn't filled in. I could see through it. I wasn't frightened though, as it began to stroke my dick. Then I felt a body pressed against my back. It was shorter than me, but definitely all male. The hand stroked my dick, and another came around my left side, and moved up and down my chest and stomach. I gave in to it, tilting my head up, enjoying the sensation. The left hand abandoned my chest, then I felt it putting pressure on my back, wanting me to bend over. I did, expecting fingers in my ass. What I got was noticeably larger than a finger. The bulbous head of a cock was pushed into me. I groaned out loud, in pleasure and pain, as the cock made it's way inside me. I'm no expert in anal, but this felt like a substantial sized cock. I've had a toy there (my wife knew I liked anal stimulation), but nothing of this size. As it bore deeper, I felt the body behind me press up against my back, hunching over me, as his cock stroked in and out. I felt what had to be his balls, slap against my own as he took me. I found myself backing into his thrusts, wanting ... no needing to please him. He knew I had accepted my fate, and began plowing me harder. His right hand stroked me in time with his pounding of my ass. I shot off, yet still pushed back for more. His thrusts became harder and faster, and I felt his cock swell and pulse inside me. He withdrew, and I turned to face him. It was just a boy. Well, not a boy exactly, but it was almost a boy. I mean...hell, I don't know what it was. It had the form of a boy. He knelt down in front of me and took my still hard dick into his mouth. That mouth that I had felt at night, was working it's magic in my shower. I had always wanted a boy. A boy who sucked and fucked like this one. And now I had one. Kind of. He looked up at me as he slid his mouth up and down my dick, taking in most of my nearly six inches. It was hard to tell, but he appeared to be about fourteen, and really handy with a cock. I gave him my second load, nearly fainting from the pleasure. His eyes never left mine as my cum disappeared in his mouth. He stood after releasing my dick. He gave me a conspiratorial smile, then a thank you nod, and disappeared. I was standing there for a couple of minutes, trying to wrap my head around what had just happened. I had just been fucked and sucked by a fourteen year old boy ghost. Or is it the ghost of a fourteen year old boy. Whatever the fuck, it had just happened to me, and I loved every second of it. From the first night, that dream, wasn't a dream. It was that boy I had cuddled with and got a blow job from. And the subsequent blow jobs. All were him, and I couldn't wait for more. Beth dropped Amy off bearing hamburgers. She showed me all her shopping treasures and told me about her day with her cousin. I had trouble following along as my mind was on other things. For some reason, I sent Amy to bed earlier than usual. I had no more than pulled the blanket back on the bed, when he appeared behind me. I guess after the shower scene, there was no further need for sneaking around. I got into bed and looked at my ghostboy. In the shower, because of the steam I guess, I could see his form more clearly. Yet at the same time, now he seemed less invisible. He got in beside me and reached for my dick. He seemed driven to suck dick. I let him go down on me without any foreplay. Not that I needed any. He sucked and stuck his now familiar finger in my ass. A little later he added a second finger. I didn't know which I liked more, pushing up into his mouth or pushing down on his fingers. He soon received his reward for a job well done. He moved up and lay his head on the pillow next to me. He was quite beautiful, in a transparent sort of way. His smile radiated nothing but love and kindness. It's really hard to explain, I could tell he meant no harm. I hadn't sucked a dick since I was thirteen, but I was going to give it a shot. If you haven't held a teen cock, you've missed out. In the dim light, it was strange holding one I could see through. It was there, I could feel it. It's strength and rigidity. Not the warmth of a `real' one though. I didn't care, I was getting to suck a teen boy. Ok, a teen boy ghost. Whatever. I sucked him into my mouth and realized he was actually bigger than me. The knob end was bigger than mine, it was probably more than eight inches, though the shaft was thinner than the knob. But he was still a growing boy. Or maybe not. Shit, I don't know. I worked that ghost cock like cheap whore, loving every second of the experience. He pulled me off him, only to get between my legs and put that nearly invisible cock in my ass again. I didn't resist, I let him do anything he wanted to me. He kissed me and fucked me hard. I know when I was a teen myself, it seemed as though I had a hard on all the time. Well let me tell you, A boy ghost can definitely go all night. He fucked and sucked me till dawn. And when he finally got out of bed, I noticed two things. One, he was more visible than when he got into my bed. And two, he was even more beautiful than I thought. I had been fucked senseless, yet I wanted to grab him and pull him back for more. I slept for three hours before Amy woke me. I stumbled from my bed and went to the bathroom. I was standing at the toilet, when I realized I had just got out of bed and walked naked in front of my ten year old daughter, hard on leading the way. As I poured a bowl of cereal for Amy, I said, `I'm sorry about being naked in front of you. I forgot for a minute you were there." "That's okay, Daddy. I've seen boy's things before." "You have?" "Yeah. I was at Mrs Steen's house lots of times when she changed her baby's diaper. And a couple of weeks ago, Wally showed me his on the playground at recess." "Wally? Is that the kid with the spike hairdo and studded dog collar around his neck?" "Yeah. I think he likes me." "Well, I shouldn't have let you see mine. And stay away from Wally." "Why not, Daddy? You've seen me naked. I remember when you used to bathe me. Why don't you bathe me anymore, Daddy?" "I just thought you were too grown up for that. I assumed you wanted your privacy." "I don't mind if you see me naked, now that I've seen you." "Uh... We'll talk about this later. Eat your cereal, and go play in the back yard. Don't go outside the fence, you hear." "Yes Daddy." Kids do grow up quickly these days. If I see Wally on the street, I just may run over him. Of course his spiked hairdo might puncture my tires. I did some work around the house, occasionally checking on Amy. I carried a load of laundry up to my room and hung them in the closet. Turning back, he was there. He smiled and got on his knees and took out my dick. I hung onto the closet rail as he sucked me again. He left me wasted and drained. Later, after dinner, I told Amy to shower and get ready for bed. "But Daddy, it's only seven thirty." "Yes, but you have school tomorrow. Best to get an early start." Amy showered and came into the living room wearing a cute pink nighty and matching panty. I was sitting on the sofa, thinking about my boy, hard as a rock in my sweatpants. She climbed on my lap, not being too careful of how she did so. "Unph," I groaned when her knee made contact with my dick. "Oh...Sorry Daddy. I didn't hurt it, did I?" "No baby. I just wasn't expecting you to do that." "It's hard like it was this morning. Wally's got hard too when he showed it to me. Why's it hard like that?" "Uh... Sometimes they just get that way. Now give me a kiss, and go to bed." Amy kissed my cheek, then climbed down, placing her hand right on my dick for balance. When I heard her bedroom door close, I ran to my room and got naked. I was sitting on my bed waiting anxiously, when my boy appeared. He reached for my dick, but instead of going down on it, he pulled me up off the bed. He led me to the door to the attic, which I had never been in. We climbed the stairs to the huge attic filled with a century of stuff left behind by a dozen families. He drew me to a place between some old furnishings, and pointed down. I got to my knees, thinking he wanted me to blow him. Instead he got down beside me and again pointed at the floor. It was then I noticed the hole in the floor. There was light coming through, so I bent down and looked closer. The hole was directly over Amy's bed. Her ceiling has a plaster swirl pattern in it. The hole must be hidden in the pattern. Amy was laying on her bed, nighty pulled up to her chin, panties gone. She was vigorously rubbing her little pussy. I had no idea she had started masurbating already. I saw her slide her middle finger into her little hole up to the second knuckle. I was amazed to see her move it in and out in a fucking motion. Jesus. My innocent little girl was a horny thing. Her left hand moved up to her budding nipple, and squeezed it, as she bucked up at her invading finger. I know if I was in the room, I would hear her moaning in pleasure. After another minute, her moves became more erratic. She suddenly hunched her pelvis up, her palm rubbing over her clit as her finger delved in deeply. She collapsed back onto the bed, cupping her hand over her pussy, and closing her legs around it tightly. Ghost boy was grinning hugely. I wondered if he had witnessed her doing it before. Undoubtedly he had. Back in my room, we were both overheated by her display. He sucked me to a quick finish, then fucked me hard. I couldn't believe how turned on we were. After a second fucking, I fell asleep. It was obvious that with each sexual event, he became more substantial and less invisible. Not really whole, but less ghostly. We watched Amy several times, and afterward fucked like a couple of whores on payday. I even got my first piece of ghost ass. But it was clear we both prefer him on top. One day I awoke to find a book beside my bed. On the front, embossed in gold lettering, `My Journal'. Below written by hand in some sort of black marker, `Matthew Whittaker'. Inside were entries with dates, beginning in June 1960. June 3rd 1960 Jason and I went swimming at his house. I wish we had a pool too. Anyway we changed into our suits in his room. We were both a little shy but slowly undressed in front of each other. We were in our underwear just waiting for the other to make the first move. We smiled at each other then pulled them off. I was surprised to see he already had a few hairs but his dick isn't as big as mine. I started getting excited and I think he did too. We quickly put on our suits before we got completely hard. June 8th 1960 I stayed at Jason's house last night. Had a blast! Especially when we went to bed. I waited for him to go to sleep then I touched his dick. Well at least I touched it on top of his underwear. That counts don't it. He got hard and then he moved. I got scared so I stopped. Man I wish I could play with it! Could this Matthew be my ghost boy? It must be. Why else would he put this book here for me to find? It must have been stashed in the attic somewhere, and he brought it to me. July 5th 1960 It finally happened. Two things actually. I spent the fourth with Jason. His dad bought some fireworks we set off at the abandoned warehouse. Then in his room last night, he let me see his dick again. Not only did I see it but he let me play with it some. He was really excited and suddenly jumped up and ran to the bathroom. I know what he did in there. Ha Ha. The second thing that happened was when I got home this afternoon. I went straight to my room and jerked off. I actually squirted a little. Yep. I'm a man now. Matthew sounds like a really hot boy. I wish I had known him then. Of course I wasn't born yet. I skipped ahead a few pages. November 30th 1960 Thanksgiving was a lot of fun. His mom is a good cook. The best part was at night though. Jason really loves my dick. I love his too. He likes me to suck him almost as much as he likes me to fuck him. Since my dick has been growing so much, he really likes that a lot. I don't care either way. I get sex and he gets sex. WOW! I'm definitely going back to read what I missed. Later though. I'm interested in how the book ends. It won't be the first time I read the end of a book before I read the rest. November 1 1961 Halloween was fun. Hildy looked really cute in her princess costume. She pulled me behind a tree when Jason wasn't looking. She's a pretty good kisser for a ten year old. What surprised me most was when she grabbed my dick. The tights on my Superman costume are really thin so she got a good feel. I don't think Jason noticed his sister gave me a hard on. But later I know that she saw Jason touch it. November 14 1961 Guess what Hildy wants me to give her for her eleventh birthday next week? Yep. My dick. She wants me to take her cherry. Unfortunately she doesn't know about Jason and me. When her parents aren't around she is pretty open about touching me and wanting me to kiss her. Jason doesn't like it I can tell. He gets really mad and doesn't talk to me. I tried to tell him that it's good cover for what we do if people think I'm with Hildy. November 21 1961 Hildy got her birthday wish last night. I fucked her twice. I like fucking Jason better. I just hope he never finds out about Hildy. There's no telling what he'll do. December 27 1961 I have fucked Hildy like five times in the last month. Christmas Eve was the last time we did it. I've done Jason at least twice as much but I think he's suspicious of Hildy's attention to me. I've told her time and time again not to do things when he's around but she won't listen. January 2nd 1962 Damn it! Jason caught me fucking Hildy. Boy was he pissed. I really hope he forgives me. I like Jason more than Hildy. She just keeps bugging me for my dick. She says it's bigger than her other boyfriend's. Hell I didn't even know she was fucking somebody else. I'll invite Jason over tomorrow when my parents are out. Maybe if I promise to give up Hildy he'll forgive me. I'll fuck and suck him too that will help. That was the last entry. I wonder why? Did Jason forgive Matthew? Did he fuck Hildy again? I leafed through the rest of the book, to be sure I hadn't missed anymore entries. In the back was a folded newspaper article, dated January 6th 1962. Matthew Whittaker, a fourteen year Holmby Estates boy, died yesterday from injuries suffered on the third, during a fall down the large staircase in his home. The only witness, Jason Bratt, told police the two were playing hide and seek When the accident occurred. "I was in Matt's room counting, when I heard a bumping sound. I guess he fell while trying to find a good hiding place. I found him at the bottom of the stairs, all twisted up, so I called the police." Police investigators have no reason to suspect foul play, and have ruled the death accidental. Funeral services will be held at Laurel Ridge Chapel. In lieu of flowers, the family requests donations be sent to St. Jude's Children's Hospital. Holy shit! Matthew didn't invite Jason over to play hide and seek for sure. I wonder what really happened. I went to the library that afternoon, and searched newspaper articles containing the name Jason Bratt. I found one. It seems Jason shot and killed his sister's fiance after he announced their engagement. Jason received a 99 year sentence. I just bet that the fiance was fucking Jason as well as his sister. Jason snapped again and killed him. Well, if he is still alive, he won't be getting out of prison for a long time still. And if he does make it out of prison, he'll be damned old and ugly, whereas Matt is still young and attractive. I guess it is because I've been spending so much time with Matt, but Amy had suddenly started wanting more attention. I felt guilty knowing that I work a lot then barely spend any time with her before she goes to bed. So when she called to me from the bathroom one night, I stuck my head in the door. "Yes baby girl? Did you need something?" "Yes Daddy. Will you wash my back?" "Uh..." "Please Daddy." "Ok but why aren't you showering instead of taking a bath?" "Sometimes I like a bath, sometimes I like a shower better," she reasoned. I entered to find her in the tub, no bubbles, just clear water. She was laying back against the end of the tub completely on display. I had seen her from the peek hole in the ceiling, but not up close. As I gazed at her, my mind flashed to watching her finger sliding in and out of her little hole. "Daddy?" "Daddy, aren't you going to wash me?" I stumbled out of my fog. "Sorry baby girl. Yes." "Were you thinking of Mommy when you looked at me?" "No, of course not," I answered honestly. "Then why is your thingy hard?" Shit. The sweatpants I was wearing hid nothing. My dick was sticking straight out in front of me. "Uh...I umm..." "It's ok Daddy. I don't mind,'' she giggled. I grabbed a washcloth from the linen closet. Amy sat up a bit so I could reach her back. When I finished, she leaned back again. "Will you do my front too Daddy?" "You can reach the front." "Please, Daddy, you used to do it." "But you're older now, and..." "Pleeeaase," she whined. I picked up the cloth and started on her shoulder. As I came down to her chest, "That cloth is kinda scratchy on my chest. It's pretty sensitive these days," Amy complained. Her nipples looked a little puffy, so I guess she's budding breasts. I lathered my hand and washed her chest. She sat up on her knees as I worked lower. I stopped before getting to her pussy. She pushed my hand between her legs. "This needs washing too," Amy said. I rubbed over it once and started to retreat. "You used to tell me to be sure to wash between the lips too." My middle finger separated her labia as I slipped my hand over it again, then again. "Inside too, Daddy," she moaned licking her lips. I found her opening with my finger, and pushed in slightly. I tried to pull away but Amy held my hand in place. I slid my finger in more feeling the small opening in her hymen, and pushing against it till my finger popped in. I don't think I tore it completely, I could feel it gripping my finger as I slid it in and out a couple of times. "Oh, Daddy..." I felt wetness on the head of my dick, and looked down to see her little hand gripping me. "Ok... You can do the rest," I said jumping up. I practically ran to my room. "Matt! ...Matt!" He appeared, smiling. "I need you. Now!" The very next night, was a repeat of of the bath scene. I tried to avoid fingering her, but I'm weak. I probably fingered her longer even. In my room I called for Matt again. He came to me and before he could start, Amy came in, naked. She climbed into my bed and said, "You can pretend I'm Mommy if you want to." "Now listen here young lady. This is not right. You need to..." "If you don't want to, can that boy?" "What boy?" "The naked boy I saw come in here." I hadn't realized he had disappeared. I looked around, and he came out of the shadows. He bent down and kissed Amy. I watched his hand slide under the cover, and knew he was playing with her pussy. I was frozen. I just stared at them as he lifted the blanket and climbed between her legs. I knew what was going to happen, yet I did nothing to stop it. I could only see the top half of them, as the blanket indicated her knees came up around his hips. I saw his butt raise up then pause. Then a downward push, and a yelp from Amy. I looked at her face and could see the pain, and desire written all over it. His butt rose again, then downward. Four more times, before he was seated in her completely. Then it was a steady pumping of his butt, and her knees came further back, allowing him full penetration. There was no doubt that Matt's large, teen, ghost cock, was fucking my ten year old daughter. It went on for a long time, Amy having several orgasms before Matt shoved in deep and held it there. He raised up, and the blanket fell away. Amy lay there with her legs askew. The little hole that a few minutes earlier had stained to allow my finger entry, was now a gaping maw. Matt was pulling on my arm, as Amy held hers out to me. Before I knew it I was in position between her legs, and her hands went to my waist pulling me down on her. I slid easily inside her wet hole. Was that her natural lubrication or ghost cum? Do ghost's cum? I had never finished Matt with my mouth, I didn't know. "Mmm. Thank you Daddy. This is what I've been wanting." My first pussy in months, and it's my ten year old daughter. Who had just been deflowered in front of me by my teen boy ghost lover. Shit doesn't get any weirder than that. "You're not as big as him, but I love you Daddy." All through my married years, one of my biggest fantasies was to fuck my wife after she had been fucked by a big cocked lover. The shit just got weirder. I shot my load in record time. I pulled out and rolled away, only to be replaced by Matt. My wife had told me she was very sexual from a young age. She didn't elaborate. Maybe Amy takes after her mother. We took turns fucking her most of the night. Amy started her periods at twelve. I stopped fucking her then. Matt still did though. He took care of both or our needs until she started dating, which was at fourteen. Her first date was with a seventeen year old. I gave her condoms. I couldn't very well tell her not to, could I. She dropped him after two dates. She said he had a small dick and didn't know how to use it. Cold. Then she started dating a basketball player, From the noise in her room, I didn't think he was small. He was sixteen, and she was still fourteen, when he knocked her up. His parents were furious, and kicked him out. When he moved in with us, we thought it best that he was introduced to Matt. To say that he was shocked would be an understatement. I mean, it's not every day you meet a naked, big cocked, teen ghost, is it. When he discovered my relationship with Matt, he was intrigued. Amy told him about the night she lost her virginity and that the three of us have shared a bed many times. He came around quickly, spending that night in my bed, and Matt stayed with Amy. I found nine very thick reasons why Amy likes Evan. Man can he fuck. I love being with Matt, but Evan is a great substitute. The next night, we switched. Amy slept with me, Matt fucked Evan for the first time. I thought it poetic that both Amy and her future husband lost their cherries to the same boy. Or, ghost as it were. I'm not really into the whole father/daughter thing, so most nights Matt and Evan switched beds. Or if Amy was in a bad mood or not feeling well, I had both of them to myself. Now that's what I call a party.! Best of all, no matter what happens with Amy and Evan, I'll always have Matt. And the icing on the cake? Matt will always be a boy. That will never change. A real boy grows into a hairy old man. Not my Matt. My grandson, Matthew, is three years old now. Amy and Evan are getting married in a couple of weeks. You should see the cock my grandson is sporting. I can't wait till he's around twelve. The End © Cutter09 Please send comments: Cutter09 would love to hear what you think of the story! Do you enjoy having access to all the great fantasy material and also having a place to share your own stories without having to censer them for a general audience? 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