Date: Mon, 26 Dec 2011 17:54:21 +0100
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Tracey. Chapter Six & Seven

				Chapter Six

     `Pieter was over in England to find out if Spencer knew of any illicit
diamonds being smuggled into England,' Marcus began when we were settled in
bed together. `The South African Government was concerned because there
appeared to be a drop in the diamonds actually recovered from the mines and
knew that they were being stolen and got out of the country to Europe, but
were not sure where. Spencer wasn't able to help and that's why Pieter
wanted me to come out as a pair of fresh eyes to look at things to see if I
could spot where this was all happening.'

     There were others things he spoke of but my mind started to wander as
I felt him getting harder in my hand as he spoke and soon I was able to go
down in the bed and suck on him. A few minutes of that was enough for him,
for he pulled me up the bed and kissed me fiercely and rolled me over and
fucked me without a condom on. All the time telling me how much he loved me
as he rode me from behind and I loved him the more for doing me without a
rubber as well as telling me about his love. He was tender as well as being
strong and I was in heaven with his tool sliding in and out of me and even
came myself as he shot his load inside me. I cried out softly when he
pulled out and went and washed himself and I just laid there in my own
mess, my heart full of love for this man of mine. I snuggled into his arms
when he got back into bed and felt safe and secure and then gave thought to
what he had said about the diamonds before drifting off to sleep.

     Being as strong as he was, Marcus was capable of taking me again next
morning and I was reluctant to get out of bed afterwards, but we had
to. After a shower and getting dressed, we had breakfast with the other two
in the dining room, being served by one of Pieter's black servants. After
our meal, Toni left us three together to talk about the coming day and what
he would like to show us. I didn't fancy the idea of going deep underground
to look at the workings of a mine and so rejected the idea of going with
them. So I said that I would stay behind as only one of us need go down and
mentioned my thoughts of last night.

     `I was thinking that if I was smuggling diamonds out of the country, I
would send them out by air or sea. By land would take too long and too many
borders to cross, so Pieter, could you get me air cargo manifests for this
year? It's a tall order I know, but I could spend the day looking through
them while you and Marcus go to see a mine.'

     `No problem there,' he replied. `I can get them sent over from Customs
and Excise,' and went straight to the phone and put in the request for
them. With breakfast over, the two men went off in the car to the heliport
and I went and put on my swimming costume and joined Toni out on the patio.

     It was late morning when a servant came out to tell me that there was
a large package for me in the lounge. I went and saw this large box that
was very heavy and took it out by the pool and sat down in the shade and
started to look through one big massive print out. I had lunch with Toni
out there as I looked through them to see if I could spot anything that I
might think unusual. I couldn't see anything of the sort and it was only
when Tracey said something as she read the daily paper did I perk up. At
the same time, the portable radio was playing the theme tune to the Bond
film, "Diamonds are Forever".

     `A young Dutchman has been found murdered out in the bush and his
things stolen,' she read out. `There's too much of this thing going on.'
With that and the music, I thought of James Bond using a body to get the
diamonds out of Africa and knew where I had to go to ask the right
questions.

     `Toni. Can you order me a taxi to take me to police headquarters,' I
asked as I got up and went inside to get dressed. Pieter had given Marcus
and myself a pass equivalent to our Special Branch ones for us to use if we
needed any assistance. I was dressed, made up and making sure I had the
pass with me, went off into town. Pieter had given us some Rands, the local
currency, to use, and had myself dropped off outside of an imposing
building that was the main offices of the Johannesburg police force.

     It took a bit of time to get to where I wanted even with the use of
the pass and finally found myself talking to the Deputy Commissioner. He
understood where I was coming from and said that they had already had that
idea and found nothing but he still told someone to get me what I wanted. I
was there an hour and finally left with a list of dead people that they had
investigated whether they were murders, accidents or death by natural
causes, including two suicides. The total for the year so far was over
three hundred. Eighty of these had been checked out as either suspicious or
definite murders. Twenty four had been foreigners, some of them buried here
and some sent home to be laid to rest in their homelands.

     It was these twenty four that I wanted to know more about and my next
stop was the city's morgue. The Deputy Commissioner had phoned ahead for me
and I was soon talking to the head man in charge.

     `Yes,' he said in response to my question. `We carry out autopsies on
all deaths before releasing them for burial.' I then gave him the list of
twenty four names and asked if they had been buried here in South Africa or
were they collected or sent back to their native country. His was able to
check his computer and found that eight had been buried in South Africa and
eighteen sent off to a specialist undertakers that saw to everything. From
the collecting of the bodies from the morgue, embalming them and seeing to
all the paperwork and getting them shipped off to their own countries for
burial. I misheard the name at first as he pronounced it as being Tofs.

     `Toffs? You mean like posh people?' I asked.

     `No,' he laughed. It's an acronym. The Overseas Funeral Service. Hence
Tofs.' The nationalities of the eighteen were seven Dutch, four English,
two French, two German, two American and one Pole. I knew the dates of
their deaths and he gave me the dates of their collection from the
morgue. I thanked him for his help having got the address of Tofs and the
expected time it took for the embalming process to be done before the
bodies would be shipped out.

     Armed with all this, I got a taxi to take me back to Pieter's
place. Marcus and Pieter hadn't got back from the mines and so I joined
Toni out by the pool and, having changed into my bikini again, set to work
to run through the aircraft manifests for the second time. But I had dates
to work from now and soon started to pick out the shipments from
Johannesburg to the various countries and found that not only did they ship
them out, but collected them at the other end. All except the Americans and
the Pole. They were collected at their various airports by a different
named funeral company. This was enough for me to now pursue this funeral
agency to find out a bit more in detail.

     Marcus and Pieter were back from the mines just before dinner and over
the meal, Marcus told me about what it was like to go so far underground
and see the workings of diamonds being drilled out of the rock face. I kept
my news back for I wanted to know a bit more about this funeral service
before I said anything. In bed that night, I asked Marcus if he would like
to do some drilling in my mine for I was his special diamond. He laughed at
the analogy and proceeded to bore into my shaft, drilling me good and
proper, much to my satisfaction and our mutual enjoyment.

     Next day, Pieter took Marcus off to see how the mined diamonds were
cut and polished while I, dressed conservatively, went off to see these
undertakers. The address I was dropped off at was more of a house than a
funeral establishment, but the small plaque by the door bell showed me that
I was at the right place. A middle aged man invited me into his front room
which was his office and I gave him a false name and the story that I had
devised. I had come out to South Africa to see my ageing aunt and she had
expressed the desire to be buried back in England and I had been given this
parlour as the place to come to for making any arrangements when the time
came.

     The man, Edward Voorderman, was pleased that the nursing home had
recommended them to handle the arrangements and went into detail as to what
they did. They did not do actual burials, only the preparation in their
embalming room at the rear of the premises. They would see to all the
paperwork involved and had their sister company in London see to the
collection of the deceased to see that nothing untoward had happened during
the shipment. They would then deliver the coffin to whichever funeral
director I wished, to see to the actual ceremony for the burial.

     The price was really modest and he explained that by not having to
have a hearse and all the trimmings, the only real cost was the coffin
itself, plus the flight. He worked only with his partner in the collecting
of the deceased, the embalming and the delivery to the airport and the
paperwork to keep costs to a minimum. I was given a glossy brochure and I
thanked him and said that I would most probably be back later.

     But that would be much earlier than he expected for I knew from the
mortuary that he had a Dutchman in the embalming room at that very
moment. I checked with the airline when I got back to Pieter's place to
find that they had booked space for the coffin for the following day, so
the place had to be visited tonight to check if my theory was right or not.

     At dinner that evening, I let Marcus tell me about his day, seeing the
diamonds cut and how they were polished before I casually dropped my
bombshell.

     `I think I know who is smuggling the diamonds and how.'

     `Ridiculous,' Marcus said, `we've only been here two days.'

     `That's not fair,' I said, giving his hand a slap. `Just because
you've been mining and seeing the finished product, I wasn't sitting here
doing nothing.'

     `Okay Miss Marple, tell us.'

     `Cut the sarcasm. It's a funeral parlour going under the name of The
Overseas Funeral Service run by a Mr. Vooderman and his partner. Not only
is this name used here, but also in London, Bonn, Paris and Amsterdam. They
collect the coffins for onward delivery but are held over for one day
before they deliver. The diamonds are in the coffins, or inside the
bodies.'

     `Nonsense!' Pieter said. `We've already gone through this scenario and
not found any in all those we checked. Have you any proof?'

     `Not yet, but Marcus and I will find out tonight.'

     `What?' Marcus exploded.

     `We go into the funeral shop and check out this Dutchman who is due to
be flown out to Amsterdam tomorrow.'

     `So Mr. Vooderman is just going to let you in the check out this body
or coffin to see it one or the other contains illicit diamonds?'

     `No. We go in after dark to check both,' I said.

     `Are you sure about this?' Pieter asked, none of us realising that we
were talking in front of Toni.

     `Not one hundred per cent, but I have a feeling that I'm right, and
we've only got tonight to find out if I am,' I said, having my fingers
crossed under the table.

     `Well that's enough for me,' Marcus said, bless him. `If Tracey thinks
it's them, we're going to check them out.'

       `Then you'll need a driver,' Pieter said, `so I'm volunteering my
services for this job.'

     `What about me?' Toni asked in a plaintive voice.

     `You stay home,' Pieter said.

     `That's not fair,' she whined. `Something might happen to you all and
I won't know a thing about it.'

     `She's right,' I said, turning to Pieter. `Surely it would look more
natural if you two were cuddling in the car instead of one man sitting
alone in his car,' I said, for which I got a grateful look from Toni.

     `Okay, she can come along too. Now what's the address?'

     So it was decided that we wouldn't leave it too late before going out
to give some credibility to Pieter and Toni to be necking in the car while
Marcus and I were raiding the funeral home. After the meal, I went and
sorted out the tools I had brought out with me from England as well as what
I would wear that night.

     Marcus picked out some dark clothing to wear as I had and when we were
ready, we found that the other two had also opted for dark clothes, even
though they would be staying in the car. It was close on eleven before we
set off and reached Tofs inside of twenty minutes.

     `The embalming room is at the back,' I explained to them, `and that's
the way we should go in.'

     `What about an alarm system?' Pieter asked.

     `We'll just have to take a chance on that,' Marcus said.

     `Well if we hear them go off, we'll be standing by to pick you up.'

     So Marcus and I got out of the car about a hundred yards away from the
place and made our way round the back of the properties until we were at
the rear of the house. They didn't have a garden as such as it was more of
a yard where a van was standing behind closed gates. These were easy to get
over in spite of the fact I was wearing a dress, and we made our way to the
back door of the premises. It was here for me to show my skill at picking a
lock with the set of skeleton keys I had acquired some years ago when I was
a young lad.

     It took me less than two minutes to have the back door open and we
went inside with just a pencil torch to show us that we were in the back
room where the embalming took place. Also, to my satisfaction, was a closed
coffin sitting on a set of wooden horses. That the top was screwed down was
not a problem as I gave Marcus one of the two screwdrivers I had brought to
start opening the top.

     We worked in silence, thankful that the place didn't have an alarm
system as we both began to unscrew the lid. This didn't take long either
until all the screws were out and I then held the torch while Marcus lifted
the lid off and put it to one side.

     The corpse inside was that of a young man aged twenty four years of
age and he had been strangled. This I remembered from the report I'd read
earlier in the day, though I couldn't see the marks on his neck for his
collar was close up tight to his throat.

     He seemed to be asleep and I moved my hand gingerly down into the
coffin to start feeling along the sides, being careful so as not to wake
him. Stupid bitch, I said to myself. He's dead, but I still had the dread
of the corpse suddenly opening his eyes to look at me accusingly for
disturbing his rest. I'd seen too many horror films and resolved not to
watch any more of them. While I was checking the coffin, Marcus was feeling
all over the body and I wondered how he could bring himself to handle a
dead body. That's because he's created enough corpse's himself to probably
not have thoughts like I did, I said to myself.

     I went right round the bloody thing and didn't find anything and
neither did Marcus.

     `Do you think they've stuffed them up his arse?' I asked in a whisper,
thinking of what James Bond had alluded to in the film.

     `No. That's the first place the customs would look, nor would it be in
the lining of the coffin,' he said, his hand moving across the face of the
dead man. `But there's one place they wouldn't think of looking for the
diamonds.'

     And that was when he made me sick, for he raised his hand with the
screwdriver in it, and plunged it straight into the closed eyelid of the
corpse. My stomach heaved and the bile came up into my throat and I clapped
my hand over my mouth and rushed to the outside door and went out into the
night air and threw up in a flower bed.

     I found that it's very difficult to empty your stomach without making
a noise as I threw up. I choked, snorted and coughed as my dinner that I'd
eaten earlier came out through mouth and nostrils, but I felt better once
it was out. I managed to wipe my face and mouth, nose included, with a
tissue which I then had to put back in my pocket. I couldn't do anything
about the mess I'd made but hoped that they wouldn't connect it to a break
in.

     I went back inside to find Marcus screwing the lid down on the coffin
and was on the last screw when I got to him.

     `Well?' I asked. `Did your disgusting act prove anything?' He didn't
say anything as he finished screwing down the lid. Not until it was firmly
closed did he look up at me and then open his hand.

     There in the middle, were two uncut diamonds and my heart leapt as I
looked up into his smiling face.

     `I didn't believe it myself when I felt these inside the eye
socket. The whole head is filled with them. They must have taken the whole
brain out and filled the skull with the diamonds. By Christ Tracey, your
hunch was right. So let's get out of here and tell Pieter.'

     I made sure that we hadn't left anything behind and as we left,
re-locked the door and we made our way back out onto the road and went to
find where Pieter had parked. He had seen us coming and had started the
engine just as we reached him, and we got in and he drove off.

     `Well?' he asked, just as I had done.

     `We struck gold. Well diamonds to be precise. Tracey was right on the
button. They are being hid in the skull.' Pieter used a word I didn't
understand as it was spoken in Swahili but got the gist of it.

     `I'll have the place raided straight away,' Pieter said as he drove us
towards his home.

     `No,' said Marcus. `Not yet. Let's get to the other end of the line
before we break up the organisation. The body is being flown out to
Amsterdam tomorrow. Get me two tickets on the same flight and alert your
opposite number there to meet us so that we can follow it through. No point
if it just stops this end for the time being, let's get the lot that are
buying them.'

     `It makes sense what you are saying, but my boss would rather clear up
our end because once the body leaves South Africa, we have no evidence.'

     `I agree with what you are saying, but let us at least catch the end
dealer first and then, with us keeping it quiet for the time being, you'll
be able to nab them with the next body they ship out.'

     It didn't sit too well with Pieter, but Marcus talked him round to
catch the lot rather than just the shippers.

     As soon as we arrived at Pieter's home, he phoned and got us two seats
on the same flight before leaving us to go to see his boss and to liaise
with his opposite number in Amsterdam. He didn't get back till breakfast
time.

     Meanwhile, Toni was overjoyed for me being right and revelled in the
gory details of where they were hidden. I was a bit more sober in my self
praise out loud but was immensely pleased with myself for being right. I
knocked back several large gin and tonics feeling quite high on the
adrenalin of the exciting find and really had to restrain myself from
attacking Marcus' body there and then to fuck myself stupid on his
magnificent tool.

     It didn't take me long to get him into bed to do just that. It was
almost like rape, but in reverse. Such was my high as I rode on him that I
even masturbated myself and came at the same time as him, my gunge
splashing all over his chest as he came inside me. Then it was kissing and
cuddling as he told me how clever I was in deducing the carrier of the
stolen diamonds.

     `Elementary deduction my dear Watson,' I smiled up at him as I played
with his penis as he held me in his arms. `But it was you who actually
found the diamonds,' I said.

     `Not without your help,' he said as he kissed me. `Now let's get some
sleep for we've still got lots more to do before we're finished with this.'
I would have liked him to be more masterful and fuck me again, but he was
right, we did need the sleep and so I slept, in his arms.



			       Chapter Seven

     I woke up to the pleasant surprise of him with his mouth full of my
cock and stroked his hair as he sucked on me and let him bring me to an
orgasm which he now seemed to enjoy as much as I did. After I had come in
his mouth and we kissed, passing my sperm back and forth between our lips,
I got a condom out and fitted it onto his hard member. I then had the
pleasure of being fucked again by my husband and revelled in his doing it
to me once more.

     Both filled with love, we kissed some more before going for our shower
and breakfast. It was during the meal that Pieter showed up, not having had
any sleep and said that all was arranged. He ate with us before driving us
to the airport, tired as he was and saw that we were in the hands of the
airline before taking his leave. I kissed him and Toni and thanked them
both for having us, giving her a wink as I said this last bit.

     We sat in the first class lounge having a drink before boarding when a
man approached us and flashed his warrant card and took us out onto a
private viewing platform and we watched as the same van we'd seen the night
before run up to our plane and watched the coffin being taken from it and
loaded onto the aircraft.

     `Good luck on the rest of the operation,' he said as he took us back
to the lounge. `The Dutch people will contact you on arrival.' With that,
he left us and ten minutes later, we boarded the plane ourselves. I
couldn't really relax on the flight I was so excited at what we were doing,
knowing that down in the cargo hold was a dead body that was full of
diamonds in its skull. Gruesome though it was, it was still exciting that
we would be in at the kill as it were. I only picked at the wonderful meals
that we were served and still managed to have a nap before it was announced
that we would soon be landing.

     `Sir Kane and Lady Kane,' a man addressed us at the passport
control. `We've been expecting you. Please come with me.' Our arrival was
un-noticed by other passengers as we were the first ones off the aircraft,
and we followed this man to another private viewing area and sat down and
were given drinks as the plane was being unloaded. It was like watching the
loading in reverse for an almost identical van drove out onto the tarmac
and was there to see the coffin being unloaded and put into the back of the
van.

     Then we were escorted, rather quickly, downstairs and put into a
waiting car and were driven out of Schipol Airport, following, at a
distance, the van with our coffin inside. I had no idea where we were going
as we followed this van from the airport till it finally stopped at a house
very similar to the one where the coffin had come from. It drove into a
yard and the gates closed and that was it. Rather an anti-climax, but there
wasn't anything else we could do at this time. We knew that the body would
stay there for at least twenty four hours before being taken on to another
funeral parlour, but when the diamonds would change hands, we had no way of
knowing.

     It turned out that the Dutch authorities were going to keep the place
under observation, even to the point of following the coffin to see that it
was in fact buried. So there was not much more we could do this day, and we
then went off to the hotel that they had booked us into for the next few
nights.

     As I've already said, it was a bit of an anti climax without anything
happening for at least a day which wasn't what normally happened when one
was around Marcus. Once the ball started rolling with him, things kept
happening almost nonstop. Like us having sex, which we got straight into
once we were inside our hotel room. Tired as we were, we still wanted each
other badly. Him wanting to fuck me and me wanting him to do just that. So
it was clothes off and into the position I went and welcomed him back
inside me as he rode me from behind. I still drooled as he moved his heavy
cock in me, sliding it back and forth, exciting and yet calming the nerves
inside my back passage. To have that organ of his giving me such a thrill
that I felt I would never tire of having him have me in this way. I know
I've said it more than once, but I did love this man and his cock,
especially where it was now, reaming me and giving us both much pleasure.

     Next day, after our usual session, we went to the police headquarters
in Amsterdam and chatted to some of their top boys who I think were
impressed that it was an English knight and his wife who had cracked this
smuggling ring. We went and cruised by the funeral place and heard the
chat, translated for us, of the surveillance vehicles of the fact that
nothing had happened so far.

     It was the following day that they fucked everything up for us. Well
not quite, but enough to make us curse them for their anxiety in getting a
collar. We were out in a car and heard that two villains known to them had
entered the premises and surmised that they were there to collect the
gems. Their equivalent of a British swat team moved in and caught these two
men and the two men who run the place, red handed with the smuggled
diamonds.

     Marcus blew a gasket when he was told that this team had gone in. He
screamed and swore at them that we had wanted to nab the second pair of men
after they had collected the diamonds and passed them on to the final
dealer. It was him that we had wanted to collar, not the gofers.

     But they had moved in and there was nothing we could do about it. We
went in after them and saw the four men in handcuffs and the cadaver with
its skull still open and on another table, twelve little bags that
contained the diamonds. We were asked to verify that this was the corpse
that we had checked in Johannesburg and said that it was. But the sight of
it had almost made me sick again for the scalp had been pulled off from the
back of the skull down towards the face. The features of the face were so
grotesque with the scalp being pulled down so low.

     I then helped them put the small pouches of the diamonds into a bag
that was sealed as evidence before that and the men were taken away. There
was a little sleight of hand which I will talk about later, and we then
went off to headquarters to get them to suppress the news of the capture
until we had spoken to Pieter, who would, like us, be furious at the
pre-emptive strike because it meant he couldn't move in against the
perpetrators.

     As predicted, he was as furious as Marcus at the inept handling of the
situation but agreed with Marcus that the loss of one snatch didn't mean
that we had lost out altogether. If it could be kept quiet about the Dutch
authorities taking in the Amsterdam people of the organisation, they might
still continue to ship bodies to another country when a cadaver became
available.

     We didn't know that was exactly what was just about to happen, for on
that very day, four English people, two young men and women died in a car
accident. Pieter, with the power invested in him, had the police hold back
on the names of the victims and made sure that after the autopsies had been
performed, they would be handed over to the Tofs organisation.

     Marcus had to contact London and spoke to Spencer to say that the
operation that we had set up had failed but it didn't mean that it was all
over as he would explain when we got to London. So we checked out of our
hotel and caught the next flight to London.

     `Well that was a right cock up,' Marcus said to me when we were in the
air. `We've spent all that time and money and come out with nothing.' He
sounded right disgusted and it amused me that I could alter that. I went
into my handbag and pulled out a small pouch and dropped in his lap.

     `What's this?'

     `Well, we counted twelve of these into the bag that was sealed, but
it's not my fault when they recount them and only find eleven.'

     `You shouldn't have done that. They're not our diamonds.'

     `No they're not. But do you think the Dutch are going to hand over
what they've got to the South Africans? I don't think so. So either you use
these to offset our expenses or give them to Pieter. It doesn't matter to
me.'

     `We'll talk about it later,' he said, putting the pouch away in his
pocket.

     It was just a short hop from Amsterdam to London and so we soon landed
and getting a taxi, were soon on our way home. But we didn't go there but
went straight to Whitehall to see Spencer.

     `Well done Kane,' he said to Marcus when we sat down in his
office. `The Dutch moved a bit premature, but they recovered the diamonds.'

     `It wasn't my doing sir. Tracey was the one you should be saying well
done to. It was her that found out the method and the people involved.'

     `Oh, er, well done Ka..., er, Tracey.'

     `Why thank you sir,' I said, giving him a sweet smile.

     `I haven't spoken to Pieter yet but I expect he and the government
there are a bit peeved at the Dutch,' Marcus said to Spencer.

     `Damn right they are, but we've just had news that four British people
have been killed in a car accident and I've instructed our man at the
embassy there to see this agency and tell them he's acting on behalf of the
relatives of the victims and for them to see about shipping the bodies back
home.'

     `Well I suppose that's good news for us but bad news for the families
involved. Do they know yet?'

     `They're being told now and that we are footing the bill to have them
brought home. So van Reiter can have another go.'

     `Can I interrupt sir?' I asked.

     `Yes Tracey?' Spencer asked.

     `Might I suggest that Pieter have the van from the embalmers filmed
leaving the premises and to continue filming till the coffins are loaded
onto the plane. Then to have a second camera filming from inside the cargo
hold of the plane to show the van arriving, unloading and the coffins
placed on board. With the camera still running, he should have two
morticians inside the hold to then open a coffin and see if there are any
diamonds inside the skull. This will then be enough evidence to have them
arrested at that end after we collar the final receiver of the diamonds
this end.

     We could also film this end when the coffins are unloaded onto their
van to carry on till they are delivered to wherever the place is in
London. We could then also follow who ever collects the diamonds to see
where they end up.'

     `Sounds good to me,' said Marcus, and I was pleased to see that
Spencer was slowly nodding his head as he weighed up what I had just said.

     `I agree,' he finally said. `I'll get onto South Africa and ask them
if they can do this without letting this end of the operation know that we
are on to them.'

     With that, we left to go home.

     `I hope we get called in to follow this up from our end,' I said to
Marcus as the taxi drove us home.

     `I'll make sure we do,' he replied. `I'll get Pieter to speak on our
behalf and let us know himself when and if they do actually send any
diamonds this time.'

     It was only a short ride to our home and I was glad to be there though
I would have liked to have spent a bit more time in South Africa and seen a
bit more of the country. I made us a lovely dinner and we had a bottle of
South African wine to wash it down and while I was preparing the meal,
Marcus spoke to Pieter over the phone. So after we had eaten, it was to our
own bed we went to make slow love to one another.

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