Date: Sun, 1 Jun 2014 01:19:46 -0400 (EDT)
From: Milford Slabaugh <tommyhawk1@aol.com>
Subject: The Substitute Princess

			  THE SUBSTITUTE PRINCESS
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
			WWW.TOMMYHAWKSROGUEMOON.COM

     This is the story of Prince Forrin of Relodan and the time he became
the Substitute Princess. His father, King Barrin VI, had troubles as do all
kings in all times and lands, and his biggest trouble was one that any
royal family encounters from time to time. The Duke of Eastfall had large
tracts of rich lands and his family's power had grown to a point where the
current Duke had aspirations of one day putting himself or one of his sons
onto the very throne of Relodan. As the King himself had four sons and
three daughters of his own, he didn't need to look to the lords of Eastfall
for his successors, but that didn't diminish the Duke's ambition and he had
arranged things so that the very House of Lords, those who ran the kingdom
in many ways, had commanded the King that he should give his middle
daughter, Princess Marrina, to the Duke's eldest son as a wife.
     Now Princess Marrina was his favorite daughter, as the eldest had
already married a King in another land across the Turquoise Sea, and the
youngest was a mere babe in a basinet. But Marrina was twelve years old and
small for her age as well, and truly too young for marriage, but royal
families have different rules about such things than commoners, and the
Duke's own son was but seventeen years of age. So the King looked for an
answer and he found one, of a sort.
     Princess Marrina would have to be sent to live with her older sister,
safely out of the Duke's clutches, but that would involve a journey of some
three days before she would be on a ship and safely out of the reach of the
powerful Duke. For these three days, therefore, he needed some way to keep
the Duke from searching for her.
     The King went, then to watch his daughter at her play and to think of
what he could do to gain three days' safety for her and he watched her
playing with her brothers Yurrin and Forrin (the eldest, Pirrin, was an
officer in the Royal Guards, and the youngest, the twin of the youngest
daughter and lying beside her in the bassinet), and he saw how like to each
other these three were. Yurrin was a strapping youth of fifteen and nearly
a man himself, but Forrin was of the same height as Marrina and that day he
wore clothing much the same as Marrina for their play, tunic and tights,
and while Marrina's was longer, he looked at these two and he realized that
they were as twins themselves. And in his desperation, he came up with the
rest of his plan and he stopped their play and he took Forrin and Marrina
into the royal apartments and he told them of the parts they were to play.
     And so Prince Forrin, to save his sister from the forced marriage,
took upon himself her clothing and her name and he became in name only
Princess Marrina. And so in this dress and with this name, with his hair
trimmed somewhat to make it a feminine style, and look as if the princess
had simply cut her hair back sharply, Prince Forrin was packed into a coach
and spent the first of the three days his sister would need in riding thus
to the Duke's House. He arrived there in the morning of the second day,
alone but undaunted, for the Duke had little knowledge of his sister or
himself, and he was to keep his conversation to the minimum and know on the
morning of the fourth day, he could reveal himself and would then be taken
back to his father's home. His sister, dressed as a boy, would travel as
"Prince Forrin" and be called that until she was safely aboard ship and
well away from the harbor, when she could reassert her rightful name.
     He alighted from the carriage, with some difficulty for he was not at
all used to wearing his sister's gowns, but a pair of strong hands caught
him before he could fall. He looked up into a strong young man, handsome
and elegant in face with kind eyes, he wore a large design on his chest
which was of the ducal coat-of-arms, and that let Prince Forrin guess his
identity. "Are you Lord Tawli?" He asked in a voice lighter and higher than
he normally would use, as close as he could get to his sister's voice.
     "The man who is to be your husband." the young man agreed. "And I
expected to be introduced to you in a way more formal than taking you in my
arms like this."
     "I was falling, and I thank you for your service." Prince Forrin said,
in a voice that quavered and would have even had he done it in his own
normal tones. Such a strong young man and the thought that this man would
hold him in ardent desire was making his stomach flutter like a leaf in a
high wind.
     "Now, now, Tawli, you can't go pawing your wife-to-be so quickly."
came the jovial sound of Duke Eastphall. "Wait for the wedding night for
that!" You could see within the Duke the handsome youth that was his eldest
son, but the Duke had gained a great deal of girth in the last twenty
years, and the heavy beard and fierce eyes stole a great deal of the
physical beauty of his progeny.
     "I shall, father." and Lord Tawli quickly lowered Prince Forrin to the
ground. Forrin looked up at the young lord and smiled shyly, and Lord Tawli
smiled down at him.
     "For now, you'd best let the ladyservants escort the Princess to her
quarters. We'll have the wedding at sundown."
     "Sundown?" blurted out Prince Forrin in his own voice. He stopped at
that one word, but needn't have worried, his surprise blotted out the
slightly deeper tone.
     "Yes, sundown. I don't want your father changing his mind and sending
troops here to take you back home again. That would lead to a battle
neither of us would want, for I don't plan on turning you back over to him
any time soon."
     The firm tone of the Duke made Prince Forrin shiver. When he learned
of the subterfuge, what would happen? A lord was sworn to protect the royal
family, but the Duke's ambition could well put that oath to the test!
     "I'll go with them, if I may." Lord Tawli said and his hand went out
to Prince Forrin. At first he didn't understand the gesture, then
remembered he was playing his sister, and this hand was for him to place
his own on top of it, and in that touching, to be escorted away. He placed
his own small hand on the bigger one, feeling a small rush of pleasure at
this touching of bare flesh to bare flesh and he went with the young lord
to his quarters.
     "Do not let my father worry you." Lord Tawli said. "I won't let him
harm you no matter how this all turns out. I know that your father didn't
choose me, but I'll do my best to be a good and faithful husband to you, I
swear."
     There was nothing for Prince Forrin could do to that but say thank
you, so he did and he went into the quarters and there he was given the
opportunity to bathe (he had some trouble convincing the ladies to let him
bathe in private), he was allowed luncheon and then a short nap, and then
he was dressed by them in a gossamer wedding gown and taken to the chapel
of the house, and there a priest was waiting and he was taking vows to
marry Lord Tawli. The young lord had been dressed magnificently and seeing
his majestic, masculine figure beside him made Prince Forrin suddenly wish
devoutly that he truly was Princess Marrina. Lord Tawli had to kneel when
it came time to place the wedding ring upon Prince Forrin's finger, and
that made the assembled young men who were Lord Tawli's friends to laugh
and thus mar the solemnity of the occasion. But Lord Tawli greeted this
laugh with a withering stare of disapproval and Prince Forrin was able to
place the ring on Lord Tawli's finger with quiet dignity. The kiss came
soon after and the young friends laughed again, but Prince Forrin did not
care, for he had those warm lips upon his own and he felt light-headed and
dazzled by it all. Again, he wished heartily that the young lord knew who
he was kissing!
     After the wedding was the feast, and Prince Forrin sat beside Lord
Tawli and managed to eat a small amount of the lavish foods placed before
him. There were numerous jokes launched at the two of them, but he was
allowed as the "bride" to simply smile and lower his head and not respond
otherwise.
     The drinking soon got very out of hand. Lord Tawli saw this and said
to Prince Forrin, "You should retire to our chamber now, I think. The
drinking shall go on into the night, I fear, but you need not stay longer."
     "What about you?"
     "I will stay and keep them company." Lord Tawli said. "I'll be in
later. Never fear, my love, I shall be faithful to you this night and every
night." And he lifted Prince Forrin's hand to his lips and kissed it in
warm dutiful affection.
     Prince Forrin went to these new quarters, the ones he was to share
with Lord Tawli, and laid, dressed only in a sleeping gown, down upon his
marriage bed. What was he to do this night? He'd counted on the wedding
being laid for a time in the near future, more than the three days he had
to pretend to be his princess sister, but now he was Lord Tawli's "wife"
and the lord would soon be in to claim his bride! Even at his tender age,
he knew that a man and a woman were not truly married until they
consummated their marriage in the marriage bed, and that was what he lay in
now, a marriage bed.
     He considered it with a sigh and decided that he would have to play
ill. Enough to convince Lord Tawli to postpone the consummation. Well, he'd
said he'd be a good husband, hadn't he? He could impose upon that long
enough to let the three days pass. Though he'd feel a regular scoundrel for
doing that to the young lord, who hadn't asked to be any part of this
terrible travesty. He'd have to speak to his father about the young lord,
they could find some honor for him, to let him come to the court. Prince
Forrin would like to have a friend like Lord Tawli, someone looking after
him special.
     He lay there a goodly time and went to sleep, after all, it had been a
busy day for him.
     And was awakened by a crash and a cacophony! Several young men, all
well in their cups, were rushing into the room. And among them, with them,
in their lead, was Lord Tawli. He was as intoxicated as the rest of them
though more in possession of his facilities than many.
     "The bridegroom, the bridegroom!" the men were calling. "Welcome the
bridegroom!"
     "Thus lies the maiden upon her bed, waiting for her love. He walks
toward her slowly soft, his ardor there to prove!" one of the more poetic
men extemporized.
     "Yes, yes, the bed, put the groom in the bed!"
     "I'm ready for my love!" Lord Tawli exclaimed. He was fumbling with
his tunic and got it over his head. His face was flushed, and not with
passion. It was with drink! As he lowered his arms again, his chest was
revealed, broad, strong, rippling with muscles as he lowered his arms, that
bore huge biceps like orbs of heaven. In the feeble lights of the candles
of the room, his body glowed as golden as the ornate icons on the church
walls.
     Prince Forrin held the bedcovers up to his chest like any modest
maiden might in such a circumstance and for much the same reason. He wore
but his bedgown in this bed, if these men were rowdy enough to strip these
coverings from him, and he was thus exposed, the Duke would be searching on
the morning for his sister! And what would they do to him?
     Lord Tawli pulled down his tights and was now as he had been
born. Only his mother would not have recognized the male organ between his
legs. Prince Forrin himself barely recognized it, he had seen men's
genitals from time to time in the past, a guard would be urinating in some
secluded spot that he was running toward while in play or such, and he knew
that men had bigger such organs than his own boyish johnny. But he'd never
seen one like this, not soft and pliable and bending in the man's hand as
he urinated, this one was standing out upright from Lord Tawli's body,
arcing slightly upwards to display a proud mushroom-shaped head. It swung
as the Lord moved toward him...toward him?
     His covers were pulled back with a yank from the lord's hand and then
the lord was with him in the bed, and now the bedgown, his sole attire, was
being tugged upwards! He was to be exposed here, exposed! He was under the
covers and the lord never looked down, but his position would soon enough
reveal everything, when that big dong failed to find an opening!
     He recalled two of his mother's ladies-in-waiting conversing when they
thought they were private, one was talking about a member of the guards
that wanted to make love to her and she had refused. He grasped her excuse
which she'd repeated to her friend, took the words and used them for his
own. "Please, no, you are so big, I can't take you, please, no!" The guard
had let her go and she had left his room quickly after.
     "But you are my wife!" Lord Tawli protested to him. "We must make love
as husband and wife!"
     "Too big for this little woman!" one of the lords frankly watching
them declared. "You've scared her with that fat log you carry between your
legs. I know if it was coming at me, I'd be screaming!"
     The lords laughed and another one said, "It's because she's so young,
she's frightened. Once you get it in her she'll learn to love it."
     "She needs some lubrication so you can get it into her." another one
advised. "We need something to grease the way for you."
     "Bring out some oil! Bring out some oil for the bride!" the lords
began to shout.
     The oil was produced, in a small leather bag that let Lord Tawli
squirt some into his palm and he applied some to his prong. Then he
squirted some more and he must have planned to rub this portion over and
into his new bride's vagina. Because he reached up and his hand contacted
Prince Forrin's genitals and his face changed, he looked intently into
Prince Forrin's face, and the young prince realized that Lord Tawli had
realized immediately what had been done to him, even who he must be.
     But the hand lifted and slid downwards and Prince Forrin felt the oil
being pushed into his anus! The finger probing into his asshole was painful
enough, he winced and moaned, and the lords watching this pair laughed and
catcalled, they thought that he was a maiden being fingered by her man and
loving it.
     "Come on, quit playing her clit like a lute-string, and get it on in
her!" one of the watchers called. "Get it in her and make her love it."
     The finger that Lord Tawli had stuck into Prince Forrin was now
imbedded over halfway down, and the boy moaned as the finger was
withdrawn. "No, Lord Tawli, please, I beg of you, don't do this, don't,
please!"
     "You are my wife!" growled Lord Tawli and he shifted upwards and the
thick glans kissed the prince's sphincter.
     "You can't do this to me, you can't, you....uh-huhhhhhh!" The fat
mushroom head had shoved itself into Prince Forrin's asshole, the boy
groaned in an agony as the glans was followed by a portion of the
shaft. "Ohhh, ohh, ohhh, take it out, it hurts, it hurts!" he gasped.
     "He's taken her virginity!" One of the watching lords crowed. "The
princess is a virgin, and he's taken her maidenhead!"
     "It'll hurt less in a while." Lord Tawli panted into Prince Forrin's
face. "Hold it within you until your pain eases and you are ready for
more. Once this has been done, it will not bother you as much anymore."
     Prince Forrin looked into the young man's eyes. The handsome face, the
strong arms, the blazing passion with them. He was being loved by this
young duke's son not because the man thought Forrin was a princess, but
because he was a young boy. He'd liquored himself up in order to perform
his duty to his new wife, but when he found that he had a young lad in his
bed instead, his true passions had surged forward. "You promise...." He
hesitated, knowing that others were listening to him. "You promise that you
love me, that you will always love me?" he asked.
     "I swear it." Lord Tawli sighed to him. "Always and forever."
     "You are my husband." Prince Forrin said to this young man.
     "I am your husband." the young lord agreed. "And you are mine."
     "As soon as he finishes with you, that is." a lord added on. "We are
his witnesses, you have been deflowered, but the marriage has not been
consummated until he completes the act."
     "So get on with it!" another lord put in. "I got to go whiz out some
of my drink and I don't want to miss this!"
     That led to various jokes among the lords, and in the middle of that
distraction, Prince Forrin whispered into Lord Tawli's ear. "Then I am
ready." he said.
     And Lord Tawli pushed into Prince Forrin's tender young ass deeper,
and while the pain was still there, it was less than before, the shaft had
driven deeper than the body carried nerves to bring the young boy
pain. Prince Forrin just sighed and held onto Lord Tawli's back with his
hands as the long hard rod impaled him and after a time, the impalment
ceased.
     "And that is all of it." Lord Tawli told his little royal lover. "I
possess you entirely now. You have it all."
     "So finish her off already!" one of their audience called. "I want to
see her screaming in her joy as you ram her!"
     "Yes, make her love taking your man-shovel!" another one called. The
lords were laughing at this, drunk men, young men, lusty men, enjoying the
sight of one of their number at his marriage bed.
     And Lord Tawli began to fuck his boy-wife, and Prince Forrin found
that the thrusts of the lord's lance into his ass was no longer
painful. Somewhere in all the pain and stretching that had been done to
him, he had reached an accommodation to this thick dong. He was able to
take it now, feel it for what it was, the loving of a strong teenaged man,
filled with the heights of his potency and emboldened by wine and enhanced
by discovering that his object of marriage was in fact the boy he had
always secretly wanted all along. He was taking all of this and turning it
into the passionate motions that sent the thick young dong in and out of
Prince Forrin's ass, and Prince Forrin felt that passion and his body
joined in it and returned it in kind.
     "Oh, oh, oh!" he gasped as Lord Tawli slid his prick in and out of his
body. "Oh, oh, Lord Tawli, I, I, oh, oh, oh!"
     "What is this Lord Tawli?" one of the lords hooted. "He's your husband
now, you can drop the title!"
     "Tawli." Prince Forrin said to him. "My husband and my love."
     "My beloved wife." Lord Tawli responded and he leaned down as if to
kiss Prince Forrin's neck. Instead he whispered to his young lover, "My
beloved Prince Forrin."
     "My lord and my love." Prince Forrin agreed.
     Lord Tawli began to thrust at him more rapidly, more lustily now, as
his passion seized him. Prince Forrin longed to be able to move into a new
position, to let Lord Tawli lie upon his back and let the boy ride upon him
as if on a steed, but of course, the watchers would then clearly spot the
subterfuge.
     A happy expedient occurred to him. These lords were only here to
observe the consummation. If he were to give them such, they would leave
these two in peace. So he began to moan in his pleasure, giving vent to his
delight more than he would have if it had been wrung from him.
     "Ah, ah, ah, hah, ah, hah!" he moaned. "More, my husband, more and
faster, more, more!"
     "Oh, ah, ah, hah!" Lord Tawli matched him and his cock became hotter
and harder inside Prince Forrin's butt. "Ah-hah-ha-hah!"
     "Ah, the grand moment approaches." one of the watchers said. "Now
let's bring it home and finish this, for we must all seek our own beds
after watching this, and our hands will be busy if we have none to share
our bed with us!"
     "Ah, hah, ah-hah, ah-hah!" Prince Forrin found his boyish orgasm was
rising faster and faster within him. He would not need to fake this after
all, his body had decided that the prong in his ass was enough stimulation
to send his brain into climax.
     "I am nearing my completion." panted Lord Tawli. "I am near!"
     "So am I, so am I, ah-hah-ah-GAH-AH-AH-AH-GAHHHHHHH!" And he shook and
shivered in his husband's arms.
     And his ass spasmed and clenched upon the huge man-dong imbedded in it
and Lord Tawli felt the convulsions of his princely lover upon his manhood,
and his own passion rose up like a lion from the hunter's pit which had
been dug too shallowly! He cried out in his joy and thrust hard into the
boy's ass and hot spunk filled his princely bowels to the
brim. "HUH-HUH-UH-GUH-HUH-GUHHHHHHHH!"
     Lord Tawli's face flushed bright scarlet as he ejaculated and the
lords watching him cheered, and the noise filled Prince Forrin's ears as
the sight of his lord and lover in his passion filled his eyes, and he knew
then that he would not want this to end a mere thirty-six hours hence. No,
not so soon, and maybe not ever!
     Lord Tawli finished and fell onto Prince's Forrin's slight body and he
panted hard and heavy into the boy's right ear with the breathlessness that
follows passion's release.
     "And it is now done!" one of the lords declared.
     "Let us see the virginal blood!" another one asked.
     "Yes, yes, let us see, let us see!"
     "No, no!" Prince Forrin gasped. If they were uncovered, it all would
come apart at once.
     "Leave my wife and me be!" Lord Tawli exclaimed as hands attempted to
do just that. "You'll see the bedsheets in the morning as the custom
declares."
     And Prince Forrin knew that was right, the next day would come an
examination that would show his true gender entire. Oh, this was
unbearable! To have done so much to have it all come to naught!
     But when the lords were gone, Lord Tawli rose from the bed. "We must
stick ourselves enough to put some blood for the examiners to find." he
said. "If they see the bedsheet with enough blood to satisfy them, they may
not wish to see your body. It is our only chance."
     "You will help me in this?" Prince Forrin asked, not daring to believe
it. "I thought when you touched me that I would be exposed entire."
     "I will not lie to you and say that I am happy at being played the
fool." Lord Tawli admitted. "But nor was I happy to be married to a woman
that did not want me just to further my father's ambitions. How long do we
need to keep up this pretense? Will it be overlong?"
     "Another day and night after this." Prince Forrin agreed. "I had hoped
to postpone the wedding until then."
     "Well, you didn't and now everyone thinks we are man and wife." Lord
Tawli said. "We will have to get through an entire day and night and my
family will be coming by to see and talk with you. Not to mention the
examination first thing in the morning, which may require them to examine
the hymen you never had to begin with."
     "I am sorry you were put through this." Prince Forrin said. "You are a
good man, and I am glad you are my friend."
     "You and I have this in common, we are the pawns in our fathers' game
of power." Lord Tawli said, sighed. "All right, let us get the bedsheet
stained with blood and then we will work on the morrow as we must."
     It took a few knife pricks on both their bodies as they did not dare
cut themselves deeply, but after some time, the bedsheet was stained with
blood in a fairly large pool nearly a foot across. Lord Tawli judged it and
decided, "That's the best we can do. If they look at it carefully, they
will see our artifice, but we are hoping they won't look closely. Beyond
that, I shall ply them liberally with liquor and conversation and we will
hope that, combined with my friends' words, will prevent them from wanting
to see you more closely."
     "I pray you are right." Prince Forrin said, then yawned. "Now may we
sleep, my husband?"
     "We shall sleep, for tomorrow shall be busy indeed."
     They slept together and indeed were awakened soon after sunrise. The
clergymen appointed to examine the marriage bed had arrived and must see to
things at once. The young lords were hastily summoned by Lord Tawli and
soon the men were surrounded by lots of young men swearing that they had
witnessed the defloration. Wine was as liberal as well, and when the men of
the cloth tramped upstairs, they weaved upon their feet. The bedsheet was
laid back and the men looked at it blearily and nodded, and immediately
turned and went back down.
     The day was spent in Prince Forrin being introduced to his new
relatives and they were on the whole very nice people, and made him feel
very much welcomed. The day was not totally free of perils, such as when
the lord's mother wanted the young prince to try on a gown she had made for
her new daughter-in-law, but the problem was avoided by the mother being
called away at the right moment, Prince Forrin was out of the old gown and
into the new before she could return, and he insisted on the right to keep
wearing it for the rest of the day. But they made it through and at last,
the evening was over and they were allowed to return to their bedchamber.
     Prince Forrin rushed to Lord Tawli's arms and hugged him fiercely,
then kissed him as well. He felt the hard rod in Lord Tawli's tights, and
he showed his gratitude by kneeling and pulling down the woolen garment and
when the dong, rejuvenated and again erect and proud, he took it into his
mouth and plied it with his grateful boyish lips. Lord Tawli moaned and
sighed as he was sucked by his young boy-lover-wife and in a short time, he
groaned and blasted his load into Prince Forrin's sucking lips and Prince
Forrin drank ardently as it flowed forth.
     They slept then, but in the night, Prince Forrin was awakened to Lord
Tawli's lips kissing him and his hands stroking him. He reached for the bag
of oil which had been left by their bedside and applied it to the lordly
dong and then achieved his previous night's ambition, he rode the young man
who was his husband with all the agility any active boy has in abundance,
and Lord Tawli shot another load up his ass, and this time, Prince Forrin
joined him in his joy, shuddering atop the masculine frame.
     They slept together like that and on the fourth morning, Prince Forrin
awoke and regarded Lord Tawli in sadness. "I shall miss you dreadfully." he
told his strong teenaged lover.
     "And I shall miss you. But perhaps in future, our paths will cross
again. Shall we go and tell my parents the truth now?"
     "A while longer, let us remain married." Prince Forrin smiled and
began to stroke Lord Tawli's prod.
     But this only lasted a moment and there was a knock at the door. "A
message for Her Royal Highness!" came the call.
     Forrin quickly sidled into his gown and when he was done, Lord Tawli
called out, "Enter."
     The messenger came in and said, "Grave news, Your Highness."
     "I am listening." Prince Forrin said nervously. This could not be good
news, to interrupt him at this time.
     "I bring news of the death of your brother, Prince Forrin." The
messenger said. "He was riding to the port and their carriage was attacked
by brigands on the road. All were killed, along with some dozen of the
brigands. We are searching for the rest of them, but the forests are dense
and poorly mapped. I am sorry for your loss."
     "Prince Forrin is dead?" Prince Forrin said slowly. It was all he
could say, for the truth was that it was his sister, Princess Marrina, who
had been killed, and while wearing his clothes.
     "I am very sorry." As they were now alone, Prince Forrin felt Lord
Tawli's hand on his shoulder as those words reached him.
     "Now what do I do?" Prince Forrin sighed. "I wish I could ask my
father."
     Lord Tawli shook his own head. "My own father will not permit that, I
fear. He would offer various excuses, but the fact is he intended to never
let Princess Marrina to see her family again unless it was when enough of
his forces surrounded her to keep his father from rescuing her. He didn't
want the marriage to be annulled."
     "What will he do when he learns that it was my sister who was killed?"
     Lord Tawli shrugged. "I do not know. My father is determined to be
allied to the royal family. Your other sister is only a baby, and there can
be no contract of marriage for her for another twelve years."
     "So what happens then?"
     Lord Tawli shrugged again. "He may try to take the throne by
force. Especially when the House of Lords learn of your father's attempt to
circumvent the marriage they brokered to keep the peace."
     "Civil war." Prince Forrin breathed.
     "I'm afraid so."
     "What are we going to do?"
     "We will have to buy time." sighed Lord Tawli. "And I can only see one
answer to that."
     It took Prince Forrin a little to realize what he meant, and then he
answered the best way he could, he embraced his new husband and their
lovemaking resumed again.
     After that was done, a new day was ready to begin. He dressed in one
of his sister's gowns and, as Princess Marrina, the new Lady Connara, wife
of Lord Tawli Connara, he began his new life.

                             THE END
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