Date: Fri, 5 Jul 2002 23:01:14 EDT
From: ErastesTouch@aol.com
Subject: Throw Away Kid - chapter 13

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Throw Away Kid - by Erastes                       Copyright 2000 by Erastes
Chapter 13 - The boiling point.                   April 2002

I was nervous when I arrived home, but I had decided on what I was going to
tell Bryce.  I wasn't going to exactly lie to him, but I was going to try
to word the truth so it wouldn't sound so bad.  I hoped I could pull this
off, so he wouldn't see through the deception, but I wasn't sure of my
acting ability.  As soon as the car stopped, Bryce was standing beside my
door.  He was smiling at me, so I smiled back.  I took my time getting out
of the car, pretending I was gathering up some things, but Bryce had opened
the door and was trying to speed me up.

"Hurry up, Uncle Kyle.  I want to know what the lawyer said.  Can I live
here with you?"  Damn, he wasn't wasting any time getting to the point, was
he?  Now I had to perform my part of the charade.

"Slow down, little man, give me a chance to get settled.  We'll go over
that soon enough."

"Can't you just tell me now?"

"It's not that easy and I want to do this right, so please be patient."

"You're always telling me that."

"Well, patience is a virtue, and it wouldn't hurt you to learn that."

"But it takes too long!"

"That's just my point.  Not everything can be done in thirty seconds or
less."

"Why not?"

"Because some things just take longer, but not all because of the same
reasons.  That's just how it is."  He didn't look satisfied with my answer,
but he just let it drop, and he walked with me to the house, carrying a few
of my things for me.  He didn't leave my side, waiting for me to tell him
what happened, so I hurriedly put everything in order, and then turned to
face him.

"Let's go to the kitchen and get a drink, and then I'll fill you in."  He
agreed, and I walked to the kitchen and got us both a can of soda.  I
walked over to the breakfast counter and sat on one of the stools, thinking
he'd sit on the stool next to me, but he came over and sat on my lap,
looking directly into my face.  I sat my soda down on the counter, so he
followed suit, and then I took a deep breath, hoping that would clear my
head, before I began.

"Bryce, the lawyer told me that DSS is doing everything it can to locate
the boys who ran away."

"Well, we thought they would do that, but can I live here with you?"  I
just looked at him, realizing the things I told him earlier still hadn't
registered.

"No decision has been made about that yet," I told him, stretching the
truth a bit, but no official decision HAD been reached.

"When will we know then?"  I could see he was anxious about this.

"Bryce, the lawyer is working on that and it might take some time before we
learn anything."

"How much time?"

"We're not sure.  That's why you have to be patient."

"There's the word again."  He looked exasperated now.

"Bryce, it will do no good worrying about this or trying to push it along,
because it will happen when it happens, and not before.  Can you understand
that?"

"I guess so, but I still don't like it."  He made a face at me as he said
that.

"Well, it's the best we can do for now, and I won't let them say 'no'
without a fight."

"Do you mean that?  Would you really fight for me?"

"Of course I would.  You know I love you, and I don't want to lose you, so
I'll do whatever it takes to try to keep you here with me."

"Oh, Uncle Kyle.  I love you sooooo much."  Now he swiveled on my lap,
threw his arms around my neck, and planted a sloppy, wet kiss on my lips.
He was trying to get me to open my mouth, to let him inside, but I resisted
his efforts, instead giving him a fatherly kiss.

"Can't I give you a good kiss this time?  Just this once?"  He was pleading
with me now, and I could tell from his actions that it was important to
him.  I thought about it for a minute, thinking this might distract him
from asking more questions or wondering about his future, so I gave in.

"Okay, but just this time, and only because I know you're so happy."  He
flashed me this huge grin, opened his mouth, and planted it firmly over
mine.  I parted my lips slightly, and his tongue flicked past them before I
could bat an eye, and now it snaked around the inside of my mouth,
exploring this previously unexplored territory.  He sighed when our tongues
touched, making it sound as if he'd reached Nirvana, and his arms began to
run all over my back, as his tongue played with my teeth.  Man, he was a
hot kisser for being so young, and I could feel my manhood rise beneath
him.  I knew he could feel it too, as he wiggled his butt over it, trying
to stir it to even greater heights.

He was bouncing around on my lap even more now, and he pivoted slightly, so
he could wrap his legs around my waist.  This position spread his butt
cheeks a bit, and now they nestled around the length of my dick.  His kiss
was becoming even more aggressive, and he was rubbing his hands over my
chest now, while sliding his butt along my straining cock.  At first I was
too overwhelmed with feelings to see what he was doing, but then I began to
feel the fires igniting in my loin, so I knew I had to stop this before we
went over the edge.  I pushed him back, causing our lips to separate and
his butt to slide back toward my knees, and he looked at me with the
saddest hurt expression I'd ever seen.

"Don't you like that?" he asked me.

"I didn't say that, but you know how I feel about going further."

"But I could tell you liked what I was doing, cuz you got hard, so why did
you stop me?"

"You know why.  We've talked about this enough times before."

"Doesn't it feel good to you?"

"It feels great, and that's part of the problem."

"What would be part of the problem?"

"That I'd be feeling good by taking advantage of you, and that's just not
right."

"Uncle Kyle, I don't care."

"But I do, so we have to stop."  There were tears streaming down his cheeks
now, and I knew I had hurt his feelings, but I couldn't let my hormones
overrule my brain about this.

"I thought you loved me," he sobbed.

"Oh, Bryce, I do.  More than life itself, and that's why I had to stop
that."  He looked up at me, his eyes peering through the watery
accumulation, not sure if he understood what I had just told him.  He
lifted his arm and wiped the moisture from both of his eyes, and then he
opened his mouth to speak.

"Uncle Kyle, I don't know what you mean by that."  Now a puzzled expression
covered his entire face.

"Let me see if I can explain this to you.  If I didn't love you, it would
be easy for me to do those things to you and take advantage of you like
that, but because I love you, I don't want to hurt you.  That's why I think
we should wait."

Now he looked even more puzzled.  "I still don't understand," he told me.
"You mean that if you didn't love me, you could make love to me, but
because you do love me, you can't?"

"That's not exactly the correct interpretation of what I meant.  It's more
like, if I didn't love you I could fuck you, but not make love to you.  Do
you see the difference now?"

"I guess, but isn't that the same thing?"

"The physical act is the same, it's the emotional attachment that is
different.  Fucking is just sticking your penis in, and jamming it back and
forth until you have an orgasm.  You can do that without any emotional
attachment to the person you are doing it to, but making love is more than
that.  Making love is where you care about a person and do that act to show
how much you really love about them."

"So, you told me you loved me, so we'd be making love."

"Only if I felt you were capable of consenting.  It's not that you don't
understand about sex, it's just that I'm not sure you understand about why
you want to do it.  I think all those other guys messed up your ability to
think things through, at least where sex is concerned.  You've been
conditioned to just do it, and get what enjoyment you can from it, but
that's not how it's supposed to work.  That's why I can't make love to you,
at least not just yet."

"Uncle Kyle, I still don't understand what you just said."

"And until you do understand that difference, we'll just have to wait."

Bryce still looked confused, but I think that discussion gave him enough to
think about for now, so I told him to get ready and we'd go out to eat.  He
did that without asking any more questions, so I let him choose where we'd
eat tonight.  He was in the mood for Italian food, so that's where we went,
to an Italian restaurant.  He was fairly quiet throughout the entire meal,
though he would glance up at me occasionally and just stare at my face.  I
wasn't sure why he was doing this, but I thought it best to let sleeping
dogs lie, so I didn't question him about it. We ate our meal, mostly in
silence, and then I paid the bill and we left.

On the way home he began to open up a little, and I let him have his say.
"Uncle Kyle, I'm not always sure about what you mean, but I do know I love
you and I do know I want to do things with you.  I think you want to do
those same things with me too, cuz I can tell you get excited.  I just
don't understand why you keep saying 'no'.  Sometimes it makes me think you
don't love me like you say you do, but then I can tell that you really do.
It's just so confusing."

"I know it is, sport, and I'm sorry about that, but life is not always easy
to understand.  I think one day we'll both figure this out, but you'll just
have to wait until then.  In the meantime, I'll hug you, I'll have fun with
you, and I'll even kiss you, but not the open mouth type kiss we did
earlier.  Do you think you can be happy with just that?"

"Yeah, I like all those things too, but." I knew where he was heading, so I
cut him off.

"No buts.  If you can be happy with doing those things, then we can both be
happy.  Otherwise, we may have to cool it for a while."

"No!  I'll be happy with just those.  I promise I will, cuz I know I
couldn't stand it if I couldn't sit on your lap, kiss you, or I had to
sleep in my own room."

"Okay, little man, I'll take your word for that, but we'll make it official
when we get home."

"What do you mean by that, Uncle Kyle?"

"I mean, I won't consider it a real deal unless we seal it with a great big
hug.  Okay?"

He smiled at me now.  "Yeah, that's real okay."

After we arrived home, we exchanged a huge hug to cement our deal, and then
I began to ask him about his studies.  He seemed quite surprised that I did
this, even though I had warned him I would, and he told me all about the
things he had seen and done earlier in the day.  I questioned him about
most of the things he mentioned, and I even quizzed him in depth about some
of them, but he did fine.  After I finished checking on his work habits in
this manner, he had a comment for me.  "Man, this is harder than real
school, cuz I have to answer ALL the questions here."

"Yes, and I hope you'll learn more that way."

"Just my luck.  I fall in love with a guy who doesn't want to hurt me, but
he doesn't mind torturing me."  He grinned after he said that, and I
thought his comment was pretty clever, making his point on both issues.
Man, I really do love this kid.  If only it weren't so complicated.

The next couple of weeks went about the same, and even though I got
periodic reports from my lawyer, there were no other new developments.  We
were now rapidly approaching summer vacation, when all the kids would be
out of school and Bryce could move about a bit more freely during the day.
I also found out his birth date, which was September 7th, so he was a few
months away from actually turning thirteen.  He did ask if he'd have to
keep studying over the summer, and I told him only until noon, to make up
for the time he'd missed before he came to live with me, but that would
mean he'd have to be up by 8:00 a.m.  Otherwise, he would have to spend
four hours from the time he started his class work.  He groaned and called
me a slave driver, so I told him that's exactly what my employees said, but
then he gave me a dirty look and just walked away.

The next time I heard from my lawyer, it definitely wasn't good news.  He
called me at my office, so I knew it must be fairly important.  "Kyle, DSS
has been trying to get me to divulge what I know about Bryce, but I've
resisted up to now, claiming attorney-client privilege.  However, they're
turning up the heat."

"How so?"  I had worried about this since he first told me about the DSS
position concerning the boys from his last foster home.

"They're going to subpoena me, threatening contempt of court charges, if I
don't cooperate."

"So what are you going to tell them?"

"I'm going to resist their efforts to get the information, even if I have
to take it all the way to the Supreme Court.  They just can't threaten
lawyers to get them to break privilege."

"Well, I guess I hired the right lawyer then."

"I'm glad you feel that way, but that's not all.  They suspect that my
client would be from the local area, so they are concentrating their search
around here for now, to see if they can locate Bryce on their own.  That
means that you'll have to keep him out of sight for a while."

"Do you have any other good news for me?"

"Well, I hate to break this to you, but they also know it's definitely
Bryce who is here, not one of the other boys.  I happened to mention his
name to my friend from DSS, and somehow he let the name slip out too, while
trying to learn more about the situation for me."

"Oh, great!  Not only do they know where, they also know who!  Now what do
you suggest?"

"Personally, I'd get him out of the area, if you can do that.  Do you know
anyone who could watch over him for you?"

"Not really.  I do have brothers and sisters, but I'm not sure they'd
understand why I'd be asking them to take in a strange boy."

"What about you just taking him out of the area for a while?  Do you have
someone who could cover for you at work until then?"

"Not really.  My secretary can do some things, but there are other aspects
of my job she hasn't a clue about.  What if I just keep him hidden at the
house for the time being?"

"Well, that might work for the time being, if he is never seen outside of
your home.  The problem is, if they discover whom I'm working for or if
they get the courts to uphold their charges, then that won't do you any
good.  If he isn't in the area, we could have told them that he just took
off on his own again, not like he hasn't done that before."

"Well, if they're putting up that much of an effort to find him, I don't
think you should be calling my office any more, to keep them from locating
him that way.  In the meantime, I'll find an untraceable way to call you in
the future, so they can't connect us easily."

"Good idea, but keep in touch.  When you call, I'll keep you informed about
any breaking news or an other information I discover during that period."

"Great.  Thanks for all of your help."

I hung up the phone, but now I had to find a way to explain this to Bryce,
in terms that he'd understand and not cause him to panic.  I was afraid
that once he learned he'd be under house arrest, so to speak, he'd have a
tough time dealing with everything.  I had to keep him optimistic and calm,
at least until this thing was settled, hoping that he could understand and
live with whatever arrangement we could work out with DSS.  When I got home
that evening, I waited until after dinner to explain things to him.  As we
started to clean the table off, I knew I had to tell him what was going on
and what he'd have to do in the meantime.  After that was done, then I
would have to brace myself to answer all the questions I knew he'd have
about why he had to do this and when it would take place?

"Uncle Kyle, why are they still looking for me?  Aren't they going to let
me live with you?"

"Bryce, as of now you are still a ward of the state, and for some reason
they really want you back.  Once they have you, then they will decide what
they will do with you next."

"Does that include coming to live with you?"

"It might, and that's what we're trying for."

"But until this happens, I won't be able to leave the house at all?  No
more going out to eat and no more bike rides with you?"

"Not until this is over, sport."

"Then how will I get any exercise?"  I think he thought he had me stumped
now.

"We can still swim, can't we?"  When I mentioned this, he gave me a big
grin

"I guess I can live with that."

For the next couple of weeks, Bryce didn't leave the house.  I bought
plenty of groceries, so he'd have plenty to eat for breakfast and lunch,
and then I'd pick up dinner on my way home.  That would generally consist
of take out from one of the local restaurants or diners we had frequented,
giving him a little variation and maybe a sense of our old routine.  He was
really quite a trooper about all of this, but I knew he missed the things
we used to do together, especially on the weekends.  To make up for this, I
would spend as much time with him as possible.  We'd watch television
together, I'd play games with him, or we'd spend a great deal of time
enjoying ourselves in the pool.  Doing those things together seemed to help
make this time bearable for him, even though he tried to convince me that
he didn't really mind not being able to go out at all.  Occasionally he
would slip and admit that he missed some of the things we used to do
together, but then he'd try to cover it up by telling me that after having
to live and hide out in the factory, this was much better.  I could
understand where he was coming from and what he was trying to do, but I
still felt bad that he had to be confined like this.

During this confinement, I would call the lawyer every other day, from a
different pay phone each time.  Having to do this made me begin to feel as
if I were part of some grade-B spy movie, doing whatever it took to remain
hidden from the law or from being accosted by some sleazy looking foreign
agents.  Unfortunately his discovery would have even more dire consequences
than the movie characters face, as they just faced losing their lives, but
in real life the fate of a young boy lay in the balance.

During one of these calls, my lawyer told me that he had won the first
round in court, as the judge decided that he was bound by attorney-client
privilege, and therefore couldn't divulge his source.  However, DSS had
filed to appeal his decision, and that meant this case would now be moved
to a higher court.  He also told me that he thought he was being followed
by a private investigator, so there was no way he could meet with me in
person, and I told him that wouldn't be necessary, at least for now.  He
told me to be careful, and to make sure Bryce remained out of sight, and
he'd let me know when the heat was off.  I thanked him, and then hung up,
wondering just how long that was going to take.

A couple of days later, I called my attorney again, but this time his mood
was more somber.  "Kyle, I don't know how to tell you this, but I think
somehow the DSS got copies of my phone records, so they know who called me
and whom I've called.  I'm not sure how long it will take them to figure
anything out, but are you sure you can't get Bryce away from here, at least
for a few days?"

"I could, but will that really do any good?"

"Well, if they're looking for you, we could just have your secretary tell
them you're out of town on a business trip."

"Yes, but how would that explain why a single guy is calling a family court
lawyer?"

"Maybe we could say that you were gathering information to help one of your
brothers or sisters with one of their children."

"And what if they asked to contact them, to verify the information?"

"That is always a possibility.  Do you think you could get them to cover
for you?"

"And just how would I explain this to them?  I'm not sure they'd understand
why I was trying to help some runaway I hardly knew, especially if it could
get me in trouble with the law."

"Well, I'm not so sure I understand that either."

"It's because the system has been worse for him than his being on his own,
and I want to try to give him a fresh start.  I haven't taken advantage of
him in any way, even he'd tell you that, and we have done nothing illegal.
I just feel the kid needs someone to put his best interests first, and DSS
has proved they aren't the ones who can do that."

"I'll take your word on that, and I agree with your logic, so I'll do
whatever I can to assist.  Just try to get him away until the dust
settles."

"I will.  I'll let you know what happens."

I went back to work and began to discuss things with my secretary.  I was
telling her that I would need to take my nephew away for a while and I
needed her to handle things for me during that time.  She promised me she
would take care of everything, so we looked at what was planned for the
next few days, so I could fill her in about the things she was unfamiliar
with.  I began to tell her about suppliers and how to determine what we
would need to order from them, and then I told her which of the store
managers to use as support, seeing he had helped to cover for me in the
past.  While we were going over more items, the phone rang, so she answered
it.  A second later she was telling me my lawyer was on the line for me.

"My lawyer?  For me?"  I couldn't tell her that he had promised not to call
me at the office, so I knew I had to take this quick.  "I'll get it in my
office," I told her.

I went into my office and picked up the receiver.  "This is Kyle, but I
thought we agreed you wouldn't call me here for now."

"We did, but this is an emergency.  A contact of mine just informed me that
a search warrant has been issued for your home."
 
"What?  How can they do that?"

"They have probable cause.  It seems one of the investigators staked out
your place and took a picture or pictures of Bryce through your windows.
They're heading over there right now, I don't know what you'll be able to
do now."

"Well, I'm heading to the house right after I hang up.  Will you meet me
there?"

"Certainly, I'll be there as soon as I can."

I raced out of the office and told my secretary I had to leave and didn't
know when I'd be back.  She just accepted that, telling me to take whatever
time I needed, and I went down to the car and sped for home.  What I didn't
realize was that DSS and the police had arrived at my home even before my
lawyer had called me, and they were already inside.

I guess Bryce had been on the computer when they arrived, doing his class
work, but he had left the television on downstairs after watching one of
those educational programs I assigned to him.  He didn't hear the vehicles
pull into the driveway, but he did hear them banging on the door, before
someone yelled, "Police, open up, we have a warrant."

Hearing this, Bryce jumped up and looked out the window, and saw the police
cars in the driveway.  He was just beginning to get scared when he heard
them smash the front door in with the weighted battering ram they carried
with them.  When he heard this he panicked and pulled a typical kid move,
he dove under the bed to hide.  He had no idea what was happening, though
he just assumed the police were after him, so he felt he had to hide, and
this was the best he could do on such short notice.  He could hear people
moving about the house, yelling words like 'clear' every so often, and then
he heard them come upstairs.  He saw a pair of black boots move past the
bed, and over to the computer, which was still on, and then the guy moved
to the other side of the bed, knelt down, and discovered Bryce underneath.
The man reached under to grab him, and Bryce slid out on the other side,
before he got up and raced for the stairs.  When Bryce did that, the guy
stood up and came around the bed after him.

Bryce thought he might be able to race down the stairs and get out of the
house before they could catch him, and then he could find some place to
hide in the neighborhood for a while.  He thought maybe he could even make
his way to the factory and stay there until things died down.
Unfortunately the DSS man was in the hallway, and he reached out and
grabbed ahold of Bryce's shirt as he sped past, slowing him down when he
did so.  This caused Bryce to panic even more, as he tried to pull free of
this guy's grip.  Bryce wasn't that far away from the top of the stairs, so
if he could get free he could race down them and probably get out of the
house before anyone else could stop him.  Not knowing what else to do, he
swung one of his arms down across the piece of his shirt the guy was
holding, causing him to lose his grip on it.  The problem was, this also
caused Bryce to lose his balance, and the next thing he knew, he was
falling toward the stairs...and then down them.

Bryce fell very hard, cracking his head in the process.  The sound of his
head striking the floor was a sickening dull 'thud', and then he tumbled
all the way down the staircase.  His body looked like that of a rag doll,
as it rolled from stair to stair, with his arms and legs flopping limply as
he somersaulted down the entire flight.  When his small body hit the
landing at the bottom, he was battered, bruised, and his body was lying in
a very contorted position.

I happened to arrive home just as that was happening, and I burst through
the door and saw him lying at the bottom of the stairway like that.  I went
to move to help him, but I was stopped by two police officers as I did so,
preventing me from reaching him.

"Let me go!  I need to help him."

"The other officers will see to the boy," one of the cops advised me.  "and
you'd be better off trying to help yourself, at this point."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"You've been hiding a runaway minor, aiding and abetting his efforts, so
you're in a major legal mess right now.  You'd be best to consider what
you're going to do about that."

"The hell with that shit right now!  We have to get this kid to the
hospital.  Has anyone called 911 or radioed in for help?"

"We've radioed for an ambulance, and one is on the way."

"How the hell did this happen?"

One of the officers gave me an abbreviated version of what took place,
pointing out the DSS man who had grabbed Bryce's shirt before he fell.  The
DSS man heard the cop telling me this, so I guess that's why he walked
forward to confront me.

"Do you realize this is all your fault?" he asked me.

"My fault?  How the hell do you figure this is my fault?"

"Well, if you'd turned him over to us when you first ran across him,
nothing like this would have ever happened."

"No, he'd probably be dead by now. When he was under your care, he was
taken advantage of, physically abused, and sexually molested."

"I don't believe a word of that, and your allegations are totally
unfounded."

"Are they?  I have detailed notes about what Bryce endured during his time
in foster care, and I've documented neglect, physical beatings, and his
being forced into prostituting himself by one of his so-called foster
parents."

"That's nonsense."

"It's not nonsense and we have statements and other materials to prove it,
but this isn't the time or the place to discuss this.  We have to get the
boy medical attention.  Where the hell is that ambulance?"

About that time we heard the rescue squad's siren in the distance, so I
knew it was getting close.  Just before the ambulance crew rushed in to
attend to Bryce, my lawyer walked past the broken door.  He had the
officers release me, so we could move to the side and talk, and he advised
me about what to do and how to act from this point on.  However, I was
trying to see what was up with Bryce, trying to listen to the EMTs instead
of my attorney, and that's when I heard the DSS guy tell them to take Bryce
to the county hospital.

"No way!" I screamed out.  "He's not going to that overworked slum
hospital.  You have him taken to St. Luke's Hospital."

"The county will not pay for that," the DSS rep told me.  "He will get just
as good care at county."

"Like hell.  I wouldn't even go there for minor treatment, let alone
anything this serious.  You have him taken to St. Luke's and I'll cover the
bill."

"We can't allow that."

"Listen, you bureaucratic mental midget.  Not only will you do it, but
you'll be happy to do so.  I'm telling you right now, if anything happens
to that kid, my lawyer, and my friend who holds all that information about
how Bryce has been handled by DSS and their representatives, will turn all
the information to the press.  But mark my words, it won't be the local
paper either.  We will start with someone big, like the New York Times, and
we'll also give it to Time and Newsweek.  By the time the dust settles from
that exposure, not only won't you and your superiors be able to get a job
in THIS state, you'll be lucky to be able to get a job in your field in ANY
state."

"You're bluffing."

"Try me, asshole.  I didn't build my business from the ground up and make
my fortune by bluffing and then not be able to follow through on it.  It
you think it's a bluff, call me on, but you'll be the one to suffer from
the fallout, not me."

The guy glared at me, and you could tell he just hated me and didn't want
to give in, but he knew I had him by the balls.  After a slight delay he
turned to the ambulance crew and spoke.  "Take him to St. Luke's then, but
make sure the bill goes in this guy's name and not the county's.  I'll
clear it later with my superiors."

Having made that announcement and having had to back down in public, the
guy was red-faced by now, so he spun and took off, having one of the
policemen drive him back to the office.  One of the other officers then
announced I was under arrest, and began to read me my rights, and that's
when my attorney stepped in to assist me.  He told them that I'd cooperate
fully, once the boy was out of danger, and he'd guarantee that I'd turn
myself in, after the boy had recovered.  The officer wasn't sure he could
do this, so he radioed the station to discuss this with his Sgt.  I guess
he must have authorized our plan, but only if I'd come to the station at my
earliest possible convenience to be fingerprinted and booked, and again my
lawyer promised he would see that I did that.  Once this was settled, they
allowed my lawyer to drive me in his car to the hospital, following the
ambulance.  Finally we were headed toward St. Luke's, to get Bryce the
treatment he needed.

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