Date: Mon, 19 Jul 2021 11:27:50 -0500 From: Jake Stone Subject: Wrong side of the Tracks, Part 3 Please support Nifty!! Donate:: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html I lose interest when you lose interest. Share your fantasies studbluecollar@gmail.com. All my stories are pure fiction from my twisted mind. I use real places but with made up people. The situations are fantasies. Nothing more. The Palm Springs motel and home are made up. They don't exist. And yes. I have a thing for Palm Springs. Used to live there. Live life how you wish on your own terms and do not judge others. Life is too short. Love. Where we left them:: I reluctantly took Carlos out of my mouth and said, "I'm never leaving dad. I love you more than I ever thought I could. I'm never going back to the life I came from. This is where I belong. No regrets dad. Ever." I spit out and then said, "Make me your bitch dad. Add to the load Carlos gave me. I need it dad." "Fucking hot boy bro. Give him what he wants. Hot fucking muscle cub. He wants to be daddy's bitch. You're a lucky man Pat." Carlos said as he rubbed my buzzed head. "How could you have ignored that ass for long anyway. That ass man. So fucking hot." "It's been driving me crazy. I've wanted to eat and fuck it all week. I kept my hands to myself. I won't anymore. Rory, last chance..." dad said. "Don't ever keep your hands to yourself again. Now fuck me. Fuck your son, dad" I said as I went back down on Carlos's cock. It has hardened now. It was harder to get into my mouth. But I tried. "Oh fuck. I'm going to hell." dad said. Wrong side of the Tracks, Part 3:: I woke up disoriented again. Not like last night. I sort of knew where I was. But it was hot and my ass was sore. Then it came back to me. I was hot because I was in between two men. Two naked hot men. My head was on my father's chest again. His arm was around me keeping me close. Carlos was behind me. But he was on his back, his hip making contact with my ass, while his hand was directly on my ass with a couple of fingers in my trench. They were both lightly snoring. The room smelled like pits, ass and sex. The aroma, the heat and the ache in my ass were giving me a morning hard on like no other. The ache in my ass. From last night. Carlos broke me in. Took my virginity. Then my dad, my fucking hot dad who I've salivated over for the past week, fucked me good after Carlos did. It took some conviencing, but once he was assured that he wouldn't be fucking up my brain for life he let loose. He held onto my hips and pile drove it home. I felt his cock touching places I didn't think you could get to from my hole. When he came he screamed out that I was 'daddy's little slut' and 'such a hot muscle whore'. That's when I finally came. It might sound degrading, but at the moment it was hot. Turned me on even more. Having Carlos's raunchy dick in my mouth at the time helped also. Something off about the guy but he's sexy and is fun in bed. He's dad's friend, not mine so I wasn't worried about it. I could still have a good time with him. I kept as much of their loads in me as I could but my hole felt crusty. Some must have leaked out. The dull ache was a welcome pain. I finally experienced what I always wanted. A real cock in my ass. I found out that the itch I've been trying to scratch for years finally gets relieved with a real cock. A cucumber is never going to cut it again. I fell asleep again. I dreamt of the locker room at school. After a meet. Jessie Roberts, who does the rings, and I were the last ones in there. We were friends and hung out together sometimes before I left LA. We also were teammates in wrestling the year before. I skipped Junior year and just concentrated on gymnastics. The other guys on the team were leaving the locker room. Jessie stood 5'11" to my 5'8". He was tall and lean. His shoulders and arms were stacked. They have to be to do the rings. Jessie was mixed race. His mother was Mexican and his father caucasion. He was one of the most handsome guys at school. His skin was perfect and his body made me long for him. He was never shy in the locker room. But he had the attributes to be proud of. His dark uncut cock, just a bit darker than the rest of his skin, always hung over his balls thick and long. In my dream we're alone. Jessie had stripped down already for a shower. He was taking his time looking through his gym bag. He usually did that in real life. Like he loved to be naked in public. It never bothered him if someone stared. He seemed to eat it up. A true exhibitionist. Something we had in common. I was, in my dream, making my way to the shower. Just before I got to the tiled room off the locker room Jessie said, "Rory, bro, can you help me with something?" I turned towards him and he was standing there with a hard cock. Like it was the most normal thing in the world. "Um, sure bro, what's up?" I replied with a stutter. "I need some ass man. I hear yours is tight. Let me have it man. Let me in." The dream was fading away. I was waking up. I felt lube on my ass. I was going from dream to reality. The voice was real. I woke up. Dad wasn't in front of me anymore. His side of the bed was empty. Behind me I felt the head of a cock at my entrance. "Come on little bro. Let me in." It was Carlos. The short dream made me horny. Jessie and I were close but not close enough for him to know about me. No one did until now. But Carlos was a hot man. If he wanted to wake me up by fucking me I was ok with that. I relaxed and pushed back. "Oh fuck yeah puta. Fucking give me that hole." Carlos said, reacting to my change. Feeling me get looser. "Fucking gringo slut like your daddy. Going to make Carlos a happy man.", he went on. When he was all the way in I winced and then moaned a bit. Then, just before he started fucking me, I said, "Where is dad?" "I don't know. He got up before I woke up. Are you mad? Do you not want this bro?" Carlos asked all of a sudden, unsure of his actions. I moaned and pushed back. "I want it. Just wanted to know where dad was. Fuck me Carlos. Add another load to me." I said, brave again. "Pinche cabron, you make me hot. Fucking muscle puta." he started to fuck me. We were both on our sides. Then we heard a lawn mower start up outside. Sounded loud like a tractor mower. "Oh yeah. Your dad likes to mow on Sunday mornings. Gives us some time together." I almost laughed out loud. Dad was mowing while his son was being fucked inside. Fucking loved it. "Dad's mowing?" "Yeah, before it gets too hot. Just the lot behind the trailer so it doesn't get out of control. Thankfully he wears shoes." Carlos said as he kept slowly fucking me. It wasn't like last night. It was a slow morning fuck. "What do you mean, thankfully he wears shoes?" I asked. "Little stud, your daddy would work naked at the shop if he could. I guarantee you he is out there on that John Deere with only shoes on. Nothing else. Working up a sweat. Well, he might have a ball cap on." Carlos explained. "Fuck that's hot." I said, grabbing my own cock. "You want to see little bro? Want to see your daddy riding his mower naked and sweaty?" Carlos asked knowing it was turning me on. "He is a hot fucker. I could sell tickets showing off that cabron." "Oh....yeah....um, yes." what a hot vision I was having of it. Carlos slowly pulled out of me, "Let's go to the deck bro. You can lean on the railing and watch your dad while I fuck you from behind." he said as he got out of bed. His hard on with lube on it gleamed in the morning light. "Let's see if he notices." I looked over at the clock. It was 7:42. Fucking early. But I was horned up. I slowly got up, feeling sore and beat up, but my cock was hard. I followed Carlos out of the bedroom and then out the side door to the back of the deck. It wraps around the back of the trailer with steps down to the back yard. It's only 6 feet wide at this spot. Dad was going back and forth on the John Deere in the yard oblivious to what was going on. But he looked fucking hot in the morning sun. He had on work boots and a ball cap, just like Carlos said he would. His skin glistened with sweat. His legs were spread open and his cock hung heavy over his balls. I could imagine tasting the sweat that was dripping from them. Dad lifted a can of Budweiser and took a long pull from it. I guess he was having beer for breakfast. I leaned on the railing that was butted up against the trailer. My shoulder on the cool medal. Bracing myself. "That's good bro, brace yourself, I'm going to fuck you good. I love to fuck outside. I love getting caught too. Can't wait for your dad to see this." Carlos said just before he lined himself up and pushed in. It didn't go as easily this time. Could have used more lube. But I adjusted. Carlos pushed in between my shoulders so that I would lean down more. Pushing my butt towards him. The other hand held onto my hip. After he felt me relax he started to pound me. No mercy. His hips slapping my ass made a sound echoing under the porch but I doubted dad could hear it. I could hear it well though. Then Carlos said, "This hole is mine man. I'm going to take it when I want." I was sure he was just in the moment. But so was I. The way my hole was being used made me feel so good. It wasn't because it was Carlos. It was a cock. Any cock would make me feel this way. Except my dad's. That cock I wanted more than any other. I knew that. The mower stopped making noise. I heard dad say, "What the fuck...". My dad came up to the deck just as Carlos unloaded into me. It was then Carlos acted skittish. "Hey bro. I gotta go man. Thanks for everything." He headed into the trailer and grabbed his shit and went naked to his truck with his clothes rolled up under his arms. "What was that all about?" dad asked. I was still leaning on the railing, confused, as my cunt dripped down my leg. "Not sure. He came and then got weird. Never did that with you?" I asked. "Nope. Usually stayed for the morning to fuck some more. You ok son?" dad asked. That's when I looked up at him. His hand above his head leaning onto the porch 4x4 column. Not a stitch on except for his boots and hat. The sheen of sweat with droplets running down his chest and stomach. His height was more pronounced since I was still leaning on the railing. His swampy pit was on display making my mouth water. "I am now." I said as I stood up and dove into his pit. The heavy musk was overpowering. His pit hairs soaked in sweat and scent. I forgot all about Carlos. All I could think about was devouring my dad. "Oh son. Fuck. You are a fucking hot cub." his other hand went to the back of my head and pushed me into his pit more. Rubbing it all over his face. I wanted to wear his scent on my face all day. Everyday. After I cleaned his pit really well I clamped my mouth onto his left nipple. Sucking and gnawing at it. Making him moan some more. I was so horny for my dad at that point. I finally got a taste of a man and I can't get enough of it. "Son, if we're going to continue this I need to piss. I had four beers on that tractor this morning. I need to release some piss." hearing this set my perv brain off. I looked up at him in the eye and smirked as I released his nipple. I sank to my knees and spread them wide so my balls were touching the deck. I looked up at him and before I opened my mouth wide I said, "Drench me dad. Mark me." he looked shocked for a minute. "Fuck son. I don't need a DNA test to prove you're my son. Are you sure? You sure baby?" Dad's cock was getting harder as he looked down at me in astonishment. "Soak me down dad. Make me stink all day. Then fuck me. As many times as you want. I fucking love it here with you. I dreamed of this. Fantasized." I was drunk with horniness. Dad's heavy stream let loose from his cock. He was about 75% rigid but still managed to get it out. It was a powerful piss. Hitting me in the face, neck and chest. "Nasty little slut I have for a son. Trying to outdo his daddy. This what you want, boy? To be a slut like your daddy?" he became degrading, but in more of a role playing way instead of mean. "Gonna get that hole fucked when I'm not around probably. Going to have to keep you caged up." My mouth was full of his piss when I said, "I'll try to be good sir." piss coming out of my mouth as I spoke, "You won't need to punish me, unless you want to." matching him in role play. He smirked down at me as his stream slowed down. "How the fuck did I get so lucky. I have the hottest son in Texas and he's a pig like me. Fuck. You're going to wear me out son." he said as he stroked his cock. I sat up on my knees a little closer to him and then took his cock into my mouth. He let out another burst of piss through his hard on and I swallowed it. "Fuck!" he said, "Fucking, fucking hot cub." Then I sucked on him, worshipping his cock. There was honestly no place I'd rather be at that moment. Carlos was long forgotten. I had the hottest man that I could ever want right here. I came off of his cock and said, "You gonna fuck me old man? Gonna scratch my itch for me? So I don't have to go get it scratched someplace else?" I turned the tables on him. The role play continued, for the most part, because most of it was real. "You can do as you please as long as you always come home boy. No matter where we live, I am your home from now on." he said as he lifted me up by grabbing me under the armpits. Then he pulled me into a sloppy kiss. Licking my face to taste his own piss and pit funk. "Yes sir" I said quietly. I was home being held by him. He then led me out back to the grass. There was a bare muddy spot right in the middle of the yard. Someplace that the water never drained from after the frequent rains. He stood behind me and took off his boots and hat. "On your knees boy," he said. I knew what he wanted. I knelt right in the middle of that mud. He then knelt behind me and pushed me down with his hand between my shoulders. My hands went into the mud. Then he spread my legs as far as they would go. Grabbing onto both of my cheeks with his hands. His mouth was on my dripping cunt, still puffy from Carlos and still leaking his cum. He ate with a vengeance. gnawing and sucking all he could. He was literally growling into my hole. Pushing his head in as far as he could, being rough, owning me. I pushed back on him. Letting him know I liked it. Then he stood up on his knees and lined himself up with me. The tip of his cock at my puck. He was getting ready to fuck me for the second time ever. "Daddy likes to get fucked himself, son. But I can't help wanting to devour you. To be your top. I'll keep fucking you son but you'll have to fuck me someday too." he said as he sunk in. It didn't hurt at all. I sucked him into my cunt. Feeling his girth. "Yes sir. Whatever you want sir. Whenever." I meant it. His fine ass would be mine someday. We would share. I was feeling so full and good. My face was only inches away from the mud. Any closer and I would drown in the slop. Like the fucking pig that I was becoming. "You make me proud, boy. You're a fucking stud. Well mannered. Good looking. What a lucky father I am. And this. Your ass, such a fine ass. Giving it to me." he said as his thrusts got more forceful. "Your ass sir. Only yours." I said out of breath. He was taking me to a new height. "No son. Not only mine. This is too hot of a commodity. I'm ok with you sharing it. But I'm your home, son. I'm where you belong." he was going deep. His hips banging into my butt with force. "Yes sir. I'll share it. Come home to you. What if I come home with someone else's load in me sir?" I asked, knowing the answer. "You sit on my fucking face and smother me until I drain it out of you. My fucking slut son. So fucking hot. I'm so close, boy. So close." his breathing was really labored now. His sweat poured onto my back. I was sweating too. We both stunk in that mud puddle. I could smell our pits and sex. I came as my ass twitched around his cock. "Oh fuck son. I'm there. I'm fucking there. Fucking cum with me. I'm going to breed my own son. My fucking hot son. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!....awe shit. Fuck." he came hard into me. He fell onto my back and then we both fell to our sides in the mud. "Did you come baby?" he asked, concerned for me. "Just before you did sir." Then I asked, "Did you mean it?" "Mean what son?" he looked at me perplexed. "That we can do this. No regrets. We can play with others. You won't be upset?" Being new to this was overwhelming but I wanted it. I wanted it all. "Oh son. If that's what you want. I know it's what I want. But my first priority is you. Is this all too much for you? Should we dial it back? You just tell me son." he pulled me in close, as he stood on his knees, holding me, my back to his chest. If someone was observing this scene they would be confused. Father and son, naked in the mud. Filthy and smelly. Having a tender moment as they discussed their future. "Oh I want it dad. I want it all. But I never want to lose you. I should never have been separated from you. We're so much alike." I said, as sincere as I could. "I know, son. I want it all too. I guess we'll be partners in crime." he grinned at me, then he said, "I think the shower in the shop is the best idea though right now. The trailer isn't a palace or anything but with all this mud we should probably use the utility shower. Okay bud?" "Sure dad" I said as he helped me up. "You really are hot, son. You're going to break someone's heart someday without even meaning to." I smiled up at him as his arm went over my shoulder leading me into the shop. Under the utility shower we soaped each other up exploring each other's crevices. No parts of our bodies were left untouched. Then he led me over to where there were a bunch of flip flops. "Put these on so your feet don't get all muddy again," he said. When we got back to the trailer we kicked off the flips and then we went to the couch and sat together. Holding each other, making up for lost time. "Son, you are a gift come true. I was so worried I was going to scare you off when you found out the truth about me. But you embraced it instead." "Nothing you do is going to scare me off dad. I'm so much in my element with you." I said, then changed the subject, "What was up with Carlos?" "I don't know, son. I saw the last of him fucking you and then he took off. Did he say anything before that?" Dad asked. "Nothing really. He was role playing a bit. Said my hole was his. He was going to take it whenever he wanted. Then the mower turned off and he got weird." I said matter of fact. "Rory, I'm not sure that was role playing. I'm sure he was lost in the moment but he meant what he said. He wanted to possess you. Then when he saw me approaching he thought he might have overstepped. That's what made him weird. I'll talk to him. He's got that hispanic macho shit going on." Dad explained. "Well shit I hope I didn't come between you and your friend." I said. "It's happened before. He's got a thing about being top dawg. We'll get it straightened out." Dad said, and then, "Let's go out to lunch. There is more to talk about." That gave me pause but I decided to wait to see what it was. We threw on some shorts and tanks and flips and headed out in the truck by 10:30 AM. Dad headed towards Texas City. We got there around 11. A mexican restaurant. No frills type of place. But Dad said the food was good and they had beer. And that I may have to drive home. After we ate, and it was pretty good, dad said, "Son, I need to tell you that I own another property, in Palm Springs. Well two I guess, a house and a motel, but they are sort of connected. I was planning on moving there for good in less than a year until all this came about." "What about your shop dad?" I asked, sort of shocked about the turn of events. "Well, to be honest, Carlos always said he would buy it all if I ever wanted to give it up. He could do it too. That son of a bitch is a penny pincher. I guess I am too. And now I'm thinking moving before school starts would be better for you. The schools here suck and I don't think there is a gymnastics program to be had. " "I'm happy if you're happy, dad. I know that much. Whatever you want to do I'm cool with. I just want to stay with you." I assured him. "Well son, before this happened, well you know I always wanted you in my life even though your mom sort of pushed me out. I can't blame her. She gave you a good life. Her and her husband Phillip. But I wanted to be close to you. You would be 18 soon and I figured we could maybe form some sort of relationship. Anyway, that is why I sort of already bought property in the desert. I thought two hours was enough distance for your mother but close enough that we had a chance." dad said. "Where is it? Don't tell me it has a golf course" Of course I've been there. Phillip brought me golfing a few times. I hated golfing but he loved it so I went along with him. He was always so good to me I couldn't say no. Palm Springs, well we stayed in either Rancho Mirage or Palm Desert, it was nice. It got pretty hot but the humidity only reared its ugly head only from July till the beginning of September. Dad laughed at my obvious disdain for golf, "Well it's on E Camino Monte Vista, if you know where that is, the motel is next to the house. The motel has only 16 rooms. The house sits behind it with its own entrance to the street but has a private entrance to the motel's office breezeway off to the side of the motel. The motel is two stories and a square, almost rectangle shape, with complete privacy. The house, which you really can't tell is part of the property, has 3 bedrooms and three bathrooms. It has its own backyard and pool and can't be seen from the motel. Both properties are, like I said, very private." "Wow, property is expensive in California, even Palm Springs. Is the shop worth that much. Sorry for being nosey, just concerned. We won't be homeless in a year will we?" I was concerned but sort of joking at the same time. "And I thought the plan was to live here for a while." "I'm sorry I didn't tell you all about this before you came out here son. I just, well, I hadn't told you about it yet because if you didn't like living here and wanted to go back to LA I didn't want you to feel any pressure. Especially since I would be moving only two hours away. I hope you still want to stay and can get used to things. About who I am. Do you still want to live with me?" Dad asked with a look of fear in his eyes. Fear of rejection. I let out a deep breath. I sort of understood his hesitation. And if I was willing to live here with him I was willing to live anywhere. "Well, I don't think...." "Oh son. I'm so sorry. I understand though. If you need to go back....." dad started. "No, no, no dad. Hold on. I was going to say, I don't think I could have lived in a trailer for long and I was going to help you finance a house with the inheritance as soon as we could get the money from my accounts. I mean, I'm a pig and stuff but that place is sort of run down and I don't need a lot but a house is so much better." I answered quickly. "Oh god son. You took the breath out of me for a moment. I'll build you a skyscraper if that makes you happy. As long as you stay with me." he looked relieved. "So dad, cards on the table, how are you paying for this motel and house? Are you financing it?" I asked, "I mean I'm really sort of concerned." Dad just smiled and said, "I paid cash, son. The two properties were about 5 million. I offered 4.5 and they took it. When my grandparents died on my father's side, your great grandparents, they left my parents quite a bit of money. She also left me a small trust fund. This was after your mom and I split. I swear I tried to give your mom money all through the years but she refused it. I guess she was scared that if she accepted it I would want to visit. Anyway, your mom knew about my grandparents' wealth. She just told me that instead of sharing anything with her, when, and if, I inherit anything, to just make sure and share it with you someday when you really need it like college or something." "So, what about your parents?" I asked. I had never really asked about them. I felt a bit of guilt all of a sudden. "They died several years ago, son. An accident while they were on vacation. I'll tell you about it sometime." he looked sad all of a sudden. I would wait. "So, you inherited their money as well?" Now I was really wondering how much he was sitting on. And he lived in a trailer. Obviously waiting to make a move just not pulling the trigger until now. "I'm afraid so son. But, as you can tell, I don't really use it. Except for the motel and the house." he said. "And the truck." I kidded, he laughed, "So when did you buy this property?" I asked. "When you turned 15. I kept hoping your mom would come around and let me have a relationship with you. Especially since you were older." he said. "Wow. So she knew about the money? So it wasn't a class thing. What was it then?" I really thought she didn't want me around him because he was lower class or something. "Because I was gay son. She didn't want me to influence you." he said sadly. I just looked at him wide eyed for a moment and then started to laugh. "I guess she never noticed how many of her vegetables were going missing then." I laughed harder. He nervously joined in. "I'm sorry son. I've been to Palm Springs about 4 times a year in the past two years. I've been moving little by little but all that's left here is what's in the trailer. That new bed in your room can even stay with it. Nothing else in there I really want. I was going to leave most of it. The other house is fully furnished now. All three bedrooms have beds. You can pick which one you want. Everything is basically new. Even the kitchen and the bathrooms are new." he said. "I really should be mad at you." I said. Sort of jesting. "Why is that son?" he asked. "You had me convinced that the trailer was our forever home. Well, almost. You did say you might buy a house in the future." I said. "Sorry son. I know. When I went to get you I had no idea you were just like me. I was sure that my straight stud of a son was probably going to freak when he found out what a slut he had for a dad. So I kept my guard up. Prepared for rejection. Forgive me?" he said with a sad face and very wet eyes. My hunk of a dad was sitting there with such regret that I couldn't be mad at him. "Nothing to forgive. When I first saw you I thought, 'shit this dude is going to freak when he finds out I'm gay.' so I get it. I would live with you in that trailer forever. I was just giving you grief. So what's this house like? Give me some detail." I said, trying to change the subject. It was getting too deep. He chuckled understandingly and then said, "Minimalistic, stained concrete floors, lots of leather furniture, dark beams, lots of light. The backyard is palm trees and pool with and eight foot wall for privacy. Everything looks sort of medditeranian. The front of the house is plain with a couple of small windows, although it has a long front porch with a door facing the porch instead of the street. " "Sounds nice. So what about this hotel? 16 rooms? Seems like a lot for a novice." I asked. "Well, it is sort of a boutique hotel, sort of. There is a staff and a manager. Not all the rooms are used or rented all the time. And it has a full commercial kitchen but really the only things served there is continental breakfast and, on the weekends, a happy hour buffet of sorts. No real cooking." he said, but in the short time together I knew there had to be more. This 'boutique hotel' is a lot more complicated than he's letting on. "What are you not telling me dad?" his face twitched when I said that. He looked around the restaurant to make sure no one was listening, and then looked me straight in the eye and said, "It's a small gay nudest resort. There is a pool with a tropical setting in the middle. Places to hide and play. One of the guest rooms is actually a playroom. So it doesn't get rented. Another room is a makeshift bar. It's a private hotel so the guests can bring their own liquor and leave it there. There are a couple of pool boys of sorts that help with their drinks or anything else they might need." "Oh my god it sounds like an upscale bathhouse." I laughed. He looked at me shocked, and then said, "Well son. It's for the guys that want to be uninhibited. But it's a lot nicer than a bathhouse." "Oh dad, I'm sure it is. I've read and seen enough porn to know what goes on in those Palm Springs gay motels. No judgement here. Any pool boy positions open?" I said while arching my eyebrows up and down. "Oh hell no. I'm not letting you into that den of wolves." his eyes went wide. "But daddy, you said I could play with whoever I wanted" I said sort of cheeky. "We'll see but I can see I will have to tighten your reins a bit when and if we get there." he said half jokingly. "But are you sure you are ok with everything, son? I mean you are practically an adult. You certainly look like one. That physic of yours and that constant five o'clock shadow like me. You look like my younger brother rather than my son." "Well dad you are only like 35. Certainly in your prime. Younger brother, eh? I sort of like that. Another fantasy is starting." I laughed. "Crap, you're too much son. Let's go home. We need to plan our departure. That is if you are still on board?" he asked. "All the way dad. But I looked up Palm Springs high on my phone while we were talking. They don't have gymnastics so I guess it's back to wrestling for me." I said. "I was wondering what you were doing on the phone. Great, like a hot stud in a singlet isn't going to give me a heart attack." "Oh yeah dad? Another fantasy? Wanna fuck a boy in a singlet?" I grinned. "Well at least one boy." Dad replied. Part four soon? 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