Date: Sun, 18 Mar 2018 00:06:29 +0100 (CET)
From: john.matthews@tutanota.com
Subject: Apennine School for Boys Part 7

The School Part 7

We were sitting around in what remained of my house. Basically four camp
chairs and a card table. I had been able to score some decent red from the
local Odd Bins and that was a plus. We also were eating good old fashioned
fish and chips from the wrapping paper. It was good.

"Well off to jolly old London tomorrow," I remarked.

"I think we should go tonight, muttered Leo.

"Look, we've just driven back from Cambridge," I argued.

We had had a couple of hectic days. Leo was on top of it all. He was so
organised. He had a valuer come and look at the furniture for auction. A
reserve price was quoted which nearly blew my head off. He then got two
more quotes. Each valuer quoted a price higher than the last. I would have
taken the first offer and ran.

I knew my aged ps liked collecting antiques (which I disliked in the main),
but I didn't know they were worth so much money. He had the house on the
market in no time with a reserve price that made my eyes pop,(I had never
thought in millions of pounds before) but which the agent assured us we
would easily reach. When Leo heard that, he bunged another 75K on the
reserve, and the agent said that he saw Leo intended for him to work for
his commission.

"Damn right," said Leo. I'd not seen him as a businessman before. I told
him of my intention to buy a small house in Cambridge for G to have as
'digs' outside of College. He thought that was a good idea, and disappeared
for a few hours while we were strolling around the university.

"I've found a place," he whispered to me.

"Buy it," I said.

"I already have." He grinned and eyebrowed me.

"Are you going to tell me how much, or shall I just wait for the bank
statement?"

"It was just 520K."

"What?"

"520. It was a steal. I told them I would give them an immediate banker's
cheque, if they dropped from 720. I pulled the draft on my Swiss account,
and in one hour, I had a very, very, very happy vendor and a not so happy
land agent. Incidentally, you owe me 520 thousand pounds."

"OK," I said in a small voice. I had never owed that sort of money in my
life.

Leo laughed. He knew what was happening in my mind.

"Look, Drake. That's less than half, it's more like a third of what you are
going to get for the furniture."

I brightened up. Of course he was right. I just wasn't used to owing - or
for that matter having - lots of money. An academic's wage is not grand.

"I shall have my bank transfer it in the morning," I said haughtily.

"That's the go," replied Leo.

We grinned at each other.

"Umm, do I actually have that much money in the bank yet?"

"Yes you do. Your folks' insurances, remember. Why don't you just give me
all the authorities required and let me handle your finances. You do seem
reasonably useless at it."

"I am I guess. OK... You're hired." I grinned at him and felt his cock just
for fun.

"What are you two hatching?" That was Bran.

"Nothing," Leo and I said in unison. We walked off tunelessly whistling and
putting on an air of innocence.

We drove back to Tunbridge Wells without saying anything about the house to
the boys. They could smell conspiracy in the air and tried to get to the
bottom of it. Neither Leo nor I wanted to tell them until all the transfers
had gone through. This would be about a month.

This brought us back to our present situation.

"I still think we should drive up to London tonight."

"Why?" I asked.

"We have no beds."

"Oh."

Leo was right of course. The removalists had been in while we were away and
had crated and removed everything. Neither my books nor the majority of my
clothes had been unpacked since my move from the university. Both were
being freighted to Milan and would be taken to The School by school
ancillary staff.

All the furniture was packed and sent to the antique auction house. The
only thing left to do was visit my alma mater and Prof Clement. The trip to
London tonight was a tiring thought, but practical.

Bran and G were listening with interest. They had boundless energy and
didn't seem to mind either way.

"OK, let's go," I heard myself saying.

"We leave in 20 minutes," said Leo. He took a long swig of the very decent
red I had bought.

I looked at him with what I thought was a jaundiced eye. As always he
laughed at me.

"Damned if I was going to drive," he said. "I organised for our rental to
be collected and ordered a limo. I just knew you were going to agree to
go."

I tried on the jaundiced eye again. "Oh really? How can I be myself when
you are?"

He grinned and eyebrowed me.

"Don't you eyebrow me, you fucking canuck."

I lunged at him, and he had me in a bear hug in a heartbeat. God he has
fast reflexes.

"Where are we going to stay?" I sort of mumbled through his kisses.

"I reserved the big suite at Bearings."

He had just mentioned the most discreet and expensive hotel in Greater
London.

Bran interposed. "Don't the Chans own that, Leo?"

"Well, yes they do," he replied, feigning nonchalance.

"Oh no," both boys groaned and laughed simultaneously.

"What?" I had to ask.

Leo had the good grace to go a little pink in the face.

"Leo, what aren't you telling me? C'mon, 'fess up."

He went pinker.

I couldn't help myself. "Why Leo, you're blushing! Do we have a secret
lover tucked away then?" I sniggered.

He went even pinker, if that were possible.

G chimed in.

 "Leo has a little, I think it's called a pash, on Mr Chan Junior. In fact,
Mr Chan Junior is also called Leo, but we call him Leochan - just one
word. He's Anglo-Chinese and he's gorgeous and he's an old boy from The
School. The story goes that Leo here saw him as a Year One, took him under
his fourteen year old wing on the first day, and to his well used bed on
the first night and has been banging him ever since. Leo had just returned
to the school to teach the year Leochan was doing his IB. The current
wisdom was that Leochan actually wouldn't get time to study because he was
always being screwed by Leo and vice versa."

Bran added, "Just wait till you see him Drake, you'll want to jump his
bones too. He is gorgeous. I think you will be sleeping with us tonight,
Drake. But then I wouldn't put it past those two to start doing it in the
foyer."

"All lies," muttered a very pink Leo.

He was saved further embarrassment by the door chimes. He answered the door
in a great hurry.

"Our car's here," he yelled.

We loaded up our bags, I said a final farewell to the old mansion, and we
tootled off into the night.

Leo was sitting next me and I put my arm around him. I said in a
cootchy-coo sort of voice, "Did those naughty boys embarrass my little Leo
Lion?"

"Look, Leochan and I have a very lusty thing happening. It's pure
lust. Yeah we like each other heaps, and we're both businessmen and we do
root like rattlesnakes - as one of the Aussie kids once said - but that's
it. We are not lovers like we four are... he's my piece on the side, and I
don't mind sharing."

"One of your pieces on the side," giggled Bran. G joined in.

Leo made a lunge at him and I grabbed G.

In the same silly voice I said, "Now you're not to make fun of our little
Leo Lion here."

I firmly kissed G and melted into a round of tongue hockey. We stiffened up
and began feeling each other all over. I had not actually been with G by
himself since that first time in Milan. It was interesting how the sex in
our relationship wasn't the overweening thing, but the essence that brought
us together. What held us together was our love for each other and the ease
of expressing our feelings for each other. Sex was fun and sometimes
mystical, but our love was palpable.

I felt G thinking he had to be with me at the same time I was thinking I
had to be with him. We broke our kiss, looked at each other and looked at
Bran. He was free from Leo's grip and was looking at G and me. He was
smiling.

"God I love how we love each other."

I couldn't help but agree with him.

The four of us cuddled together in one seat of the limo and dozed our way
to London.

We arrived at the hotel at about 1 am. I was quite done in. We were met by
the night manager who gave us a key to the lift for the penthouse.

"Mr Chan has said that you won't require baggage as he has organised
everything. Your bags will be brought up to the penthouse tomorrow. Mr Chan
has indicated that he will deal with you personally, and you are to have
anything you require. Please do not hesitate to call me."

The night manager, a rather sweet little man, seemed overawed at the
magnanimity of Mr Chan's beneficence. The lift went directly to the
penthouse and we were greeted by an Eurasian vision in formal collar and
tie. The collar was of the detachable variety and the bow tie had been tied
to perfection. This odalisque, as broad and muscled as Leo, had nothing
else on except the tiniest sky blue swimsuit I have ever seen. It showed
just a teensy bit of trimmed pubic hair above the - one could hardly call
it a waistband. I gasped, as did the boys. The package started to move.

He grasped Leo in a bear hug. "C'mon Leo, the bedroom's this way. Hi
Bran. Hi G. Who are you?" He looked at me.

"Errr, Leochan, this is Drake," said Leo.

"Oh, hi." He seemed to remember his manners for a moment. "Just help
yourself, everything's there. If not ring the manager. Leo and I have some
catching up to do."

"Sure," I said.

I really was tired, but I couldn't help but ogle the now bare arse of
Leochan as he and Leo scuttled into the bedroom. It was certainly a
masterpiece...

"Jesus, that was a whirlwind worthy of Arkady," I said to no-one in
particular.

The boys just laughed. "That's typical of those two," said Bran. "All they
want to do is screw each other. They are the best of friends, but have
never been lovers in the true sense of the word."

Somehow I knew that without being told. I knew without a doubt, that Leo
was ours and we were Leo's. I now knew how the others felt when I had my
tryst with young Adamo. Not a shred of jealousy, just pleasure knowing our
partner was having pleasure.

The three of us retreated to the other bedroom. We looked at the two Leos
as we went past. We stopped and watched the two Greek gods going for it. It
was so very lusty and energetic that it should have been performed on Mount
Olympus.

"They'll be at it all night," remarked G.

"We'll cuddle in with them in the morning," said Bran. "I would love to
have a cuddle or something with Leochan."

G nudged him. "I bet it's the 'or something' you really want," he
snickered.

"Could be. Depends how well satisfied I am by my lovers tonight."

We found toothbrushes and toiletries and readied ourselves for bed. We got
in. G was in the middle. I leaned over him to kiss Bran goodnight. I felt G
reaching for my dick and playing with it while I kissed Bran. I was half
hard from seeing the Leos - it seemed I was developing a voyeuristic streak
as well. G's other hand was fondling Bran's prick. I suspected it had stuck
its head up as well.

I broke the kiss with Bran and moved to G. He grabbed me with both hands
and pulled me down hard on top of him. He opened his legs as we kissed and
my legs went between them. I felt for his spot and lightly dragged my
fingernail across. He squirmed and opened more to give me better
access. Bran reached for the lube, ever-present in the nightstand, and
started applying it to me. I was going mad for G's scent. His underarms had
a slightly tangy sweaty smell which I sniffed into my lungs. Bran said,
'leave some for me'. I went back to G's face and started kissing him all
over. His eyes, his nose, his ears, his neck and then finally his
mouth. His tongue and mine did erotic battle. He arched up and I entered
him. I heard Bran whisper "Yes" and I smiled at him as I slowly loved G. My
cock was being caressed by my lover and I felt his need and urgency. I was
energised by his sex and all vestiges of tiredness fell away from me.

Bran was leaning over the top of us, caressing us with one hand and wanking
with the other. G and I were slowly taking each other when Bran put his
cock on G's lips. G and I entered a liplock around Bran's manhood and we
sucked and licked. His pre-cum aroused us to new heights of passion and we
became one again. The three of us melded together and loved each other. We
met each other's eyes and I could feel each of us immediately think of
Leo. We felt a surge of sexual power and we all started coming. We were one
again. Coming down, I idly licked the cum off G's tummy. I loved the flat
boards the kids had, and hoped they would stay that way for many years to
come. It was an idle thought, but I felt the others thinking the same thing
about each other. I loved our unity. We slept.

I woke up in the morning needing to piss. I sneaked out of bed, but was
soon joined by two boys who also had the need.

"Still too early to get up," muttered Bran, and we returned to the
bed. This time I was in the middle.

"Tell me about Arkady," I said to Bran.

"Arkady is my brother," he replied simply.

"He's a bit of a School mascot," said G.

"Look," said Bran, "He's a special case. Arkady has been at The School
pretty much since he was born. The reason is that Sean is our biological
father and unlike me, Arkady's and my mother gave him up to Sean to look
after while she did other things - god knows what. Sean has never slept
with her, and we were conceived by AI. That means basically Sean paid a lot
of money to her to have some sons. I love Sean for that, but I have no
particular feelings at all for her. I was with her a lot of the time when I
was little, but it was always best when Sean came home. Sometimes I would
spend a whole term at The School. I couldn't wait to start.

"I didn't know it of course, but Sean had been trying to have Eva
inseminated again and it took a long time, 10 years in fact. That's why
Arkady and I are so far apart in age. He was born, and she pissed off
leaving Sean with Arkady. He was like a little bear, and Sean asked what we
should call him. I was about 10 at the time, and I had read somewhere, I
think a Russian folk tale, that the name Arkady meant a bear. So Arkady he
became.

"Sean looked after him and he became a sort of science project for the
whole school. He was doted on and spoiled. He could get anything from the
kitchens and the housekeepers. The other kids loved him, and we were afraid
he would never walk because he was always being carried. We say that all
the energy he has now is because he was never allowed to expend it when he
was tiny.

"He seems to just blend into The School. It wouldn't be the same without
Arkady. In fact, for his fifth birthday, the Years Eleven and Twelve worked
together to make a huge flag. It was a bear - not a teddy bear, but a
benign looking grizzly. They flew it on a flagpole the grounds crew put up,
and when Arkady saw it and found out who did it, he ran around and hugged
and kissed every single person and then sat under that flag for the rest of
the day. He didn't budge. We had to have his birthday party there. It still
is his most treasured possession and he still has it flown on the 15th
April - his birthday. Fortunately it's not too cold then.

"All the teachers love him... in fact all the staff love him. He's cute, he
has winning ways and he's kind. Sean had to get him something to do around
the school, so he looks after the animals. And he never misses a trick. He
milks cows, he feeds and curries horses, and he just seems to commune with
them. He also swims like a fish, thanks to Leo.

"Sean wouldn't let him attend classes, so he taught himself to read and
write. He's not great at it, but he gets there. And he likes
arithmetic. Why, I will never know!

"He's a right little sex maniac too. He will crawl into my bed and play
with my dick. He does the same to Sean, and Leo, and G and anyone else he
can get to. He is usually naked and boned up. I taught him how to
masturbate and we have sessions together. Sometimes he crawls in with G and
me and rubs himself on me and sucks G just to get us turned on so he can
watch us. Once he saw Sean making love with Leo, I think, and he asked Sean
to screw him. Sean said not until you are in Year One and you can learn
like all the other boys. He was happy enough about that, and then became
determined. He asked me what it was called when he had his first fuck, and
I said 'taking the cherry'. He really wanted to know all about it. Did it
hurt? Did it feel good? Why did we do it? And so on... I told him it was
special and he would never forget the person who took his cherry. That
person would always be special in his thoughts and heart. That person would
have something very special of his, and he would only be able to give it
once in his life. This I might say, was to a five year old. He then told me
that he would know the person who would give him his first fuck and he
would meet him when he was nearly seven.

"He has now told me that it's you. He really loves you, you know... What
did you think about Adamo? He was the first kid you screwed, wasn't he?"

"Yeah he was. I found myself really enjoying his little hard pricklet. I
thought it was bizarre at first, and then I though of Arkady. I tell you, I
do bone up when I think of him. I felt I had to be gentle with Adamo, or he
might break... stupid I know, but I didn't want to hurt him. And that's not
stupid!"

"No it's not stupid," chimed in G. "However you had better not screw Pierre
LaCrois then."

"Who's he?" I asked.

G continued, "Pierre is a funny, witty and very bright guy. He tries to be
a punk. He's in Year 10 this year and he loves to fuck - and I mean
fuck. He likes it to hurt. I think he's crazy, but there you go. If he
fucks you though, he's as gentle as a lamb. For a lust-filled evening, call
Pierre."

"Yeah, I heard it called 'kinky rumpy-pumpy' once. And I think that's what
he's into," added Bran.

"Anything else I should know?"

"Si, oh very si," Said G. "Stay away from Jan Van der Huys and Marko
Pienic."

"They're senior teachers, aren't they?"

"Yes, and they are kinky. They have sex in underwear."

I started giggling and then laughing and then guffawing. G was very
anti-underwear. Bran was cackling too.

"I went with Jan once and Marko twice, and each time they had me play with
their dicks in UNDERWEAR!" G was outraged.

It was truly funny to see the expression on his face. I wondered what he
would think of Leo's and my little tryst in Milan, when I went kinky to
play with Leo in his underwear.

"And what about the ground staff... the housekeeper, for example."

"Aha, Sean has assigned you Chayd, I think... in fact I'm sure," said
Bran. "His name is spelled C-H-A-Y-D, put pronounced 'shade'. He is just
fantastic. He's been at The School for two years. I think Sean had a bit of
a summer thing with him somewhere in Europe, maybe England, and thought he
might be good value for The School. He had done some sort of domestic
course, and Sean hired him. He lives at The School, he lives The School,
The School is his life and he loves the kids and the kids love him. He is
always up for a bit of rough and tumble and he doesn't mind at all if the
kids molest him. If he is having a lie down in the afternoon and a kid gets
to him, it's all on. He is good and kind to the kids and they can twist him
around their little fingers. He never forgets a birthday and there are
always treats for the festivals... He cooks like a dream too. Just wait for
the Friday evening meals.


"He asked Sean to be assigned to the Year Ones, because the older kids just
plain exhausted him. All they wanted was sex, he thought. I believe Sean
thought he would be great for the little ones, so he has been assigned to
you. I think he might be sharing your bed from time to time too. He's not
real skilful, but what he lacks in skill he certainly makes up for in
enthusiasm. The house will also be as neat as a pin...

"Chayd is real cute, and has a beautiful smile," added G. "And he is
certainly lusty... but he is so gentle with the kids. He seems to be able
to read what the flesh needs."

G's English was trifle sententious, but perfectly clear.

"OK. Who else is there?" I enquired.

"Ahhh, there is Ric," answered G. "Ric looks after the garden and the
grounds."

"They are beautiful," I said.

"Yes, and it's all Ric. He is shy, and a bit slow."

"Intellectually challenged," interposed Bran.

"Yes, that. He is sweet. He will bring you flowers on the first day that
the kids arrive. When he gives them to you, he will hang his head. Lift his
chin look him in the eyes and kiss him on the lips. Tell him how beautiful
they are, and they will be, and grab his arse and squeeze it tight. He will
love you forever. Again, he is good with the kids, and if anyone is
interested, will teach them all about plants and gardening. He can barely
read or write, but every single one of those labels in the formal garden is
written by him. Painfully transcribed from a gardening book. Give him some
crayons, pencils whatever and paper and he will draw what you ask him
to. He is the most gifted artist I think I have seen. Even Jan says he
learns from Rick. Jan, the kinky one, teaches art. Ric is amazing. He
speaks Italian and English. Incidentally, you need to learn Italian... and
French and German."

"Yes," added G, "And his arse is so tight, he bounces off the walls."

"I speak excellent French and German and is there anyone you guys haven't
screwed."

"Arkady," they answered in unison, smiling hugely. "And he's yours," said a
sweet baritone from the doorway. Leo had arisen.

"Where's Leochan?" asked Bran.

"Still sleeping," was the response. "He outdid himself last night."

Leo did the genie thing and gave us all a big group hug.

"Thanks for including me in last night," said Leo. "I just gotta say I love
you guys."

"Say it again, I don't get tired of hearing it." Our thoughts had melded
into one.

"I love you guys."

"What do we have here then? A John, John, John, John - Yoko, Yoko, Yoko,
Yoko happening." Leochan too, had arisen. "I think I smell a School
Family."

"Sure do," replied Leo, not breaking the contact with us.

"Can I visit?" asked Leochan.

Leo answered for all of us with a "Yup."

Leochan got onto the bed and kissed me.

"Hello, you must be Drake."

He kissed me again, and I could only nod. I felt ravished...completely,
totally and delightfully ravished.

"I think we should fuck."

I had never been propositioned in quite that way before. In fact, I
couldn't ever remember having been propositioned before.

"OK," I said.

"Another VC for Leochan," guffawed Leo.

"VC?" I managed to query through the heavy kiss.

"Victim of the Charm," roared Leo through his cackles. "Direct and to the
point, our Leochan."

"Hmmmmm," I thought.

In a split second he lubed his dick, and I opened up to him. He came and we
reversed the order. Throughout the fuck I felt his body and he felt mine. I
loved running my hands over his muscles. I felt MAN, but in a different way
to my lovers.

"Jesus, that was good," said Leochan as we came down.

"Yeah it was," I muttered.

We received a round of applause and I felt myself colour a bit. Almost
immediately I was wrapped in bodies. Three of whom I loved with all of me
and a fourth, I liked very much.

"Breakfast," shouted Leochan. He was on the phone and ordered a total
feast. "I want it here in 10 minutes along with two, no make that four
bottles of perfectly, I mean perfectly chilled champagne. Tell the chef if
there is one thing, one little thing, out of place he can trot along to the
Labour Exchange. And tell him I don't want the piss we serve to customers,
I want it out of the private stock." He rang off. "There, that should put a
cracker up their collective arse... The food will take 20 minutes to come,
but it will be perfect, and you guys will be universally loathed." Leochan
chuckled. "That means that none of our innumerable camp staff will dare to
try anything on with you. You are all mine!" His chuckle was positively
Mephistophelian.

I thought I would try it on.

"There was a real cute night porter, early this morning."

Leochan scowled at me. "He's straight!"

"Oh really, and such a nice, tight little package, too."

Leochan looked at me and saw I was taking the mickey. He laughed.

"You are a right bastard, aren't you. You four will do well together."

My mind reached out to Leo. We looked at each other and he nodded.

"Leochan, I have a favour to ask."

"So ask."

"G is coming over here to go to Cambridge in September, will you keep an
evil eye on him, please, and be a refuge in the unlikely event that..."

"Shuddup, already. Of course. No questions. I'll give him my key. He can
come to me whenever... The staff will be informed he is to have whatever he
wants... He's safe as houses."

I was beginning to understand The School's network. It was a tight
brotherhood, and a brotherhood was exactly what it was. Nothing needed to
be said. G looked totally grateful at Leochan and Bran had his arms around
him. The moment passed.

"What are you guys up to today?" asked Leochan.

"Off to see Prof Clement, and then fly out tonight," said Leo.

"No way," said Leochan. "We'll all go see the prof today. You will stay at
least another night... and then you can desert me." Leochan sniffed and
wiped an imaginary tear from his eye. He brightened up, looked at Leo and
said, "And I need a minimum of another four fucks with you."

We all cracked up, as the Canadians say and the bell rang signalling the
arrival of breakfast in the lift.

We hastily donned bathrobes and saw what arrived. The maitre d' and the
chef arrived with the food. A table was set and breakfast was
served. Perfect coffee was poured first. I thought we must smell like a gay
night in a bordello, as none of us had showered. If we did stink, no
indication of it was received from either of the service personnel.

Leochan looked at the clock and snarled, "17 minutes... I said 10."

"Oh yes sir, but we wanted it to be perfect for your guests."

"Hmmmm," he growled. "Then it had better be."

He applied himself to the caviar and coffee as did we. The toast was
perfection. The cavi was bliss and the coffee was heaven. I was about to
say something complimentary and Leochan sensed it. He lowered his eyebrows
in a frown at me, shook his head and winked.

I knew he was playing with his staff. I wondered what the outcome was going
to be. We were then served perfect ham on toast, with just a hint of sweet
mint jelly. Again, gastronomic perfection. The piece de resistance was a
plate of Eggs Benedict, bacon lightly fried, with fresh tomatoes (and I
mean they were in Covent Garden this morning) with a hint of seasoning all
just sautéed in garlic and sesame oil. This last was served with perfect
champagne.

When we finished Leochan lay back and said to the staff, "Passable. Draw 50
quid each from petty cash and consider it your tip. Now go, and next time I
want the wine one degree cooler, and something more imaginative than Eggs
Benedict."

The chef and maitre d' cleared up and left, amidst profuse thanks.

"Every now and then, those two need to know who actually owns the hotel. I
like having guests because it really does put a cracker up their arses."

We laughed, but I felt a little uneasy at treating staff in that way.

Leochan sensed this and said, " Drake, I hear from Leo you are about to be
a teacher at The School... (Damn, everybody used capitals) Let me tell you
that those two each get a salary almost equivalent to yours. They need to
be perfect... but every now and then they get uppity and try to tell me how
to run things. I'm very young, but my dad has trained me well. They have to
know who's boss, and sometimes it takes strong medicine."

I saw Leo nodding, and then I burped and hiccoughed. It erupted without
prior notice, but it certainly broke any tension.

We all laughed. Leochan rang down to reception and indicated he wanted his
limo ready in 20 minutes. He and his guests would come down in good time.

Our bags had mysteriously arrived, and we showered and changed. G came into
the bathroom when I was there. He slipped off his robe and I ran my hands
down his body. I kissed him and then licked down his chest. He nestled into
me. I hugged him and thought about a quickie in the shower. I revised, and
thought I had better not, because who knew how long it might take. We
caressed each other, got hard then broke apart. I was so in love with this
guy. I also realised, quite suddenly, that I was also as much in love with
Leo and Bran.

"Yes," sighed G, "That is what being a family is."

I hugged my lover closer and we nuzzled each other's necks. We broke apart
and I went to get dressed.




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