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TODAY'S FREE RAPE STORY |
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I’ve met Jenna online about a year ago. I don’t even remember which chat room it was. We hit it off right from the beginning. We talked about everything, from hobbies, to school, to politics. And yeah, sex too.
There is an age difference but neither of us really cared about it. What matters is not the age, it’s the person. Especially online when the personality is all you can see. I never felt too comfortable in social situations, so obviously it’s been easier for me to make friends online. My looks are moderate, I think, (although girls tell me I look great), but I’m quite witty, so obviously I hit it off with most of the people I met as long as they are not shallow. Jenna, in spite of her age, is a deep, intelligent, well aware person.
So we decided to meet...
I was 21, she was 15, but as I said, it’s what goes on in your head that counts. Your personality.
We have decided that I would use my time off from my college in Ohio to meet her in Michigan. We have decided on a place to meet and we found each other very easily. We already knew what the other one looked like due to the pictures we sent each other. She was a pretty girl. Long straight black hair that goes down all the way to her back, innocent smooth face, amazing blue eyes that are probably the only ones in the world that look better than mine.
We met at a little diner in the suburbs of Detroit, where she lives. The look on her face when we saw each other showed the exact feelings I felt as I saw her real life for the first time. We were both friends, but both knew we might want it to evolve into something deeper. We just didn’t know what, I guess. I looked at her body. Nice tight little body, round little breasts that were very noticeable through her tight black blouse, tight ass. I wanted to have her right on the spot.
We sat down and talked for a while. We didn’t know what to say at first, but the conversation started to go fluently after a short while. We talked about everything. About all the subjects we had in mind for the past year, about how much we missed each other without ever meeting, and about how good it feels to have finally met. But what I liked most of all in this conversation, was those admiring blue eyes staring at me. I knew I could get this girl to do whatever I wanted her to. We had made plans beforehand to walk around a little bit, and afterwards to go watch a movie. I was hoping for a little action afterwards as well.
After the movie we started walking toward my car in the dark. Jenna kept talking about what a wonderful movie it was, how touching it was, and how horrible was when the hero died in the end. Without further notice I grabbed her by the waist and kissed her. At first she was surprised, not moving her lips, but seconds later she kissed me back, putting her arms around me as well.
We stopped kissing and looked at each other for a while, both knowing what we wanted to do next. So we did: She leaned her head up and we kissed again.
After the second kiss I asked her if she knows some place quiet nearby. Somewhere we can sit down and talk. She thought for a few seconds and said that we can go to the other side of the theatre building, where no one usually walks by. Or, if I want, we can just go talk in my car.
I told her I wanted to see the back of the building. She took my hand and led me into an alley nearby. I was a little surprised at how much she trusted me. In the end of the alley we turned right and I saw another small alley, slightly wider. To our left was a break wall, and to our right, a wall of the cinema.
This alley was filthy. Trash thrown all over, probably from people who were taking a shortcut home. Burger and candy wrappers, paper cups, pieces of cardboard, and on the left side was a huge wooden box. I was surprised that she would take me to a place like that.
“Yeah, I know it’s not exactly squeaky clean”, she said, as if reading my mind, “but it’s cool if you wanna come here and think every once in a while.”
“Oh, I see.”
“We can go somewhere else if you want.”
“No, it’s ok. We can stay here for a while.”
“You don’t have to.”
“I want to.” I reassured her, holding her shoulders gently in my hands, looking into her eyes.
I was surprised not at the fact that she spends time thinking in this place behind the cinema, but that she took ME here. She met me tonight for the first time, yet she felt confident enough to be here alone with me at night.
“Come on,” she said, pulling my arm. She sat down on the wooden box and gestured me to sit down next to her. I did.
“I really had fun today.” She said.
“Me too. It’s not every day I get to walk around with the most beautiful girl I know.” This made her blush.
“You’re too good to be true.” She said, looking at me. She quickly lowered her eyes to the ground.
And in fact, I was. Or at least, the person she thought that I was - he was too good to be true.
You see, I have many different sides to my personality, just like anyone else, and I think I’m pretty much attached to all of those sides in me. Just look at the bookmarks in my computer and you will find out. Humor sites, news sites, true crime sites, political sites, chat rooms, matching sites, MP3, etc. And if you look close enough and deep enough in my folders, you might also find a small number of rape sites.
Not to mention my MESSENGER where I have names of lots and lots of Internet pals from all around the world. Each one I know from a different forum or chat, and I chat with each of them on different topics. One of the things that turn me on is rape, so I chat about it a lot with people who also get turned on by it. I read about it, I role-play it online, etc. Jenna is not aware of this hobby yet, but she might be soon. When I came to meet Jenna I came with the intention of having sex with her at some point during this visit, hoping she would play along, but also slightly hoping she won’t. I don’t know why I picked her. Most of my Internet friends are people who I would never act violently towards, but her...
I don’t know why, but it just seems ok with me.
I held her chin and made her look at me again.
“You don’t have to feel uncomfortable with me, you know.”
“I know.” She whispered.
“I would never say or do anything to hurt you.” I lied.
“I just can’t believe it. That you would wanna be with someone like me.”
“I do.”
“You probably have all of these girls around you back home.”
“I have none.” I said. “And if I did it wouldn’t matter. You’re the one I want to be with right now. You know I like you.”
With tears in her eyes she stroked my cheek and leaned to kiss me. I kissed her, and after a couple of seconds started going down to her neck. She put her arms around me tightly as I put my hand on her belly and started putting it under her shirt, going up towards her left breast.
“No... Wait. Please stop.” She said as she gently held my hand.
“Relax.” I whispered as I slowly laid her down on the box.
“I don’t wanna do this.” She whispered with a trembling voice.
Oh, here we go… I thought.
She looked at me with fearful eyes. I smiled at her. A kind, soothing smile. I took my hand back out of her shirt. I saw the expression on her face suddenly soften, as she thought I’m going to be so considerate and do whatever she tells me.
At that moment, as I saw her full confidence in me rise up again, I punched her face hard with that same hand, and watched as her head swing to the right.
Another blow, again to the face.
I raised my fist a third more time, waiting for her reaction. She slowly got a grip on herself, realizing what was going on, and looked at me. I swung my fist at her one more time, opening my hand when it was just inches away from her face, and grabbing it.
I squeezed her smooth young cheeks and turned her face so she would look directly at me. What I saw was sheer terror. She did not fully grasp what was about to take place, but she knew that the person who did it was someone she trusted. The one person she trusted more e than anyone in the world. The person she could come to with any problem. Whether it was annoying parents, annoying teachers, or even someone who hurt her real bad. Of course, no one had ever hurt her that bad. She would have told me if they did. But now she was about to be hurt in the most painful way, by the person who she always thought of as the knight in the shining armor.
“Now listen to me, bitch. You will do as I say!”
“Tommy, what happened to you?”
“Nothing. You’re too trusting, my love.”
She continued to look at me in an almost dead pair of eyes. “Please take me home.”
I left her face alone and grabbed her by her hair. “You still don’t get it, do you?”
She did not put out a fight, to my amazement. I grabbed her by the neck and forced her down on the box. As I started taking off her short jeans and she suddenly got over her shock and realized what was to take place. She started kicking and screamed at me: “No, Tommy. You can’t do that!”
I let go of her jeans and got on top of her, putting my hands on her mouth and my weight on her body. I looked around and listened. Nothing. No one heard it. No one was coming for the rescue.
“Okay, cunt. You better be a good girl if you want me to pull out in time. Do you want me to pull out in time or do you wanna get pregnant?”
She started whimpering and cried into my hand. I became so aroused seeing the tears coming out of her eyes as she was shaking and looking at me with total desperation, her eyes begging me to spare her.
“Hell,” I continued, “I don’t gotta threaten you with impregnation. I can just kill you.”
“NOOOO!” She whimpered once again while my hand was still blocking her mouth.
“You better be good”, I said as I playfully pinched her nose, preventing her from breathing. I waited a couple of seconds and left her nose alone. It was funny looking at her like that. Playing with her like a toy. My own private toy.
I slowly removed my hand from her mouth and let her cry silently as I started taking down her short jeans. Funny, I thought. When dreaming of doing it, fantasizing about it, I figured I’ll break her spirit during the sex itself. Figured that up until that point I would have to fight with her. Thinking that it would be rough. I never thought she’ll turn so submissive before I take away her virginity. Still, maybe as I’ll go further with my plans, she will try to fight me off. The night is still young. There’s still hope…
As I threw her pants to the side I put my fingers in her panties and started fingering her pussy. She started gasping, pleading me to stop. “Please. Let’s just forget it. I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong idea. I love you but I’m just not ready. I’m sorry, so sorry. Please!”
I slid her panties off and got on top of her, starting to kiss her. She kissed me back, but there was something mechanical about it. It was the same as before but there was no passion. As if she’s doing it only to please me, but not really caring. Like a clerk who’s just punching the clock, but does not invest his soul in it because he doesn’t like the job.
Still, I didn’t care. I’ll get passion out of her.
I grabbed her thighs and started spreading her legs apart. She grabbed my head, trying to get it off of her mouth, probably so she could whimper and beg one more time. I forced my tongue into her mouth and continued kissing her, waiting a few seconds before removing my lips from hers.
“Please. Please, I can’t. I’m a virgin.” She pleaded.
“I know. You told me everything, remember? You also told me how much you fantasize about sex, didn’t you? You also cybered with me.”
“Please, Tommy. It was just cybersex. You pulled me into it.”
“And you enjoyed it, you little cunt.” I said as I slowly slid my “other” head into her. I could feel her pussy was lubricated. I could feel a part of her liked it. I rammed myself hard into her. So tight. My god, so tight!
I quickly put my hand on her mouth so she won’t cry out.
“You listen to me. You cry out, you die. I will suffocate you. You will die tonight and my face would be the last thing you’ll see.”
I took my hand off her mouth and listened to her cry softly. I can’t even express in words what a turn on that was. I started ramming myself into her, but I took my time in between, resting with each thrust, feeling the effect it had on her. I listened to her whimper with each thrust, felt the vibes that ran all over her body until it seceded, and rammed again.
She continued to whimper softly, trying to get a grip on herself and be quiet.
“Good girl,” I said. “I would much rather fuck you alive than fuck your corpse.”
She closed her eyes tight, refusing to believe her best friend in the world had made that comment. I started ramming her harder, more frequently. I fucked her brains out, seeing her sweat more and more, twitching her face more and more.
“Has anyone ever told you that you got peanut-butter legs?” I continued. “Soft, smooth, and easy to spread.”
She looked at me in amazement as I said this. As if some part of her brain still thought of me as “good-ole Tommy” and refused to believe I made that comment. Here she was, lying on some wooden box in the middle of an alley in the middle of the night, being fucked nearly to death by a dear friend, while he threatens to kill her and rape her body, and still she is amazed by that damn joke.
I grabbed her beautiful long hair again while continuing to fuck her and I kissed her again. Once again, she returned a kiss, but this time passionately, wildly, as if through this kiss she’s running away from the situation she was in. As if this kiss can take her outside her body to someplace else.
I was starting to feel my cock filled with semen. The combination of this being my first time ever, her tight virgin pussy and the hot kiss she gave me… All of it was making me wanna ram her harder until I shoot all of it into her, but I had other plans.
I stopped, and started slowly taking my cock out of her. I suddenly realized that throughout all of this Jenna had her shirt on.
I was standing on my feet with whatever strength I had left, looking at her. She was lying on the box, looking at the dark skies with tearful eyes, putting her hands in between her legs, still wearing that tight black blouse that revealed her navel and a part of her back.
I put my hand in my pocket and took out a pair of shoelaces I had prepared. I put one of the laces back in my pocket and walked up to Jenna. As she felt my presence closer she started whispering with whatever air she had left. “No, please, Tommy. Please no more.”
I grabbed her hands together over her head and started tying them together with the lace. I felt my dick getting hard again as I did it. She could still have her hands in front of her, but it would be harder to fight. I found her panties on the ground and stuffed it deep in her mouth. I rolled her over so that her belly would be on the box but her feet be on the ground, her knees slightly bent, her ass high in the air. She started crying into her panties and begging me not to do it. “Please, NO! MMMMUUFFF!”
I smacked her ass cheek and grabbed both cheeks with both hands. I started opening her ass cheeks, penetrating my cock head in between. “What was that, baby? Please more?”
“NO!” She begged.
I leaned down and licked gently between her ass cheeks. She moved a little but I grabbed her cheeks tighter, sinking my fingernails into them.
I rose up, and put my head in her again, but this time in her pussy.
I slowly moved in until I rammed it when it was almost all the way in. She screamed, as hard as she could. I rammed in a couple more times and could hear her crying louder, still not loud enough for anyone to hear. I could picture her face twitching with pain. Her eyes shut tight. Her teeth biting as hard as she can onto those panties.
I moved my hands on her back, inside her shirt.
I rammed myself into her cunt several more times, enjoying the pain I was inflicting, but of course, there are better ways to I inflict pain.
I took my cock out of her pussy again, letting her catch her breath. Once she calmed down I reopened her asscheeks, inserting my cock head. The fluids on my cock made it easier to enter, but she still pushed me away, resisting my infiltration. I rammed her again, still with not much success, only a few inches. Although I could threaten her, or open her ass in certain techniques I read on rape sites (including Morgan's), I enjoyed fighting her, ramming into her ass as she resisted me. I grabbed her hair, pulling her head up, and rammed again. I left her hair, grabbing her ass cheeks again, ramming harder and harder. I could hear her cry and sigh with each thrust. Eventually, of course, I managed to get into her ass, which of course was tight, this being the first time it’s been penetrated by anyone.
I held her body tight as she shook. As her body relaxed I pulled a fistful of her hair again and pulled her head towards me. I kissed her on the cheek and started fucking her ass again while kissing her neck.
After sucking on her neck I slightly lifted her upper body and started taking her shirt off. She showed no resistance and just continued to sigh and moan with each thrust, accepting there was nothing she could do, just waiting until I was done.
Since her hands were tied with the lace, the shirt was hanging on her hand by both sleeves as I took it off, revealing her bra. I tore it off, and started cupping her breasts.
I’ve started massaging her breasts, moving my fingers on her hard nipples. I felt my balls getting tighter and figured now was the time for the grand finale.
I grabbed Jenna by the waist and put her down on the ground, on all fours. I myself held her tight, pulling her back against my body. I pushed my cock in her ass more violently than before, figuring that’s my last chance of really hurting her ass. She started shaking again, trying to resist, to fight me off. I held her tighter and tighter and whispered in her ear: “What? You don’t wanna get fucked like a dog? That’s what you are. A fucking bitch!”
I could not bare it any longer, and came in her ass. After a few shoots of sperm with my cock as deep as it could reach, we both collapsed. I rested on top of her, feeling the warmth of her body under me, her silky hair on my cheek as a soft pillow. I stroked her hair, revealing her neck and kissing it again. She twitched and tried to move away. I didn’t really care anymore. I knew who I was. I knew I was capable of doing it, and I knew I would do it again when opportunity presents itself, or when I present the opportunity to myself.
I was not very organized. Didn’t do all the things I planned on doing, did not fulfill all of my fantasies, but I was just a beginner, and I will do it again. Next time will be more perfect. I’ll plan it better. Or hell, maybe I won’t. Maybe sometimes I’ll forget the planning and just go moment to moment. I have a lot to think about. And I guess I’ll find out what’s good for me. And be sure that when I do, I’ll let you know.
I rose up from Jenna, and pulled her hair one more time. I ordered her to take the panties out of her mouth and lick my cock clean. She did as she was told, no questions asked, like a true slave. I told her to put on her clothes. “Put them on now!” I rushed her. As she was getting organized, I opened the box and looked in. It was empty. As Jenna had her panties and shirt on I took her hand and moved her towards the box.
“NO, please!” she yelled. “No more!”
I grabbed her face and looked into her eyes. “Look me up online, Jenna.” I left her face and punched her face. With one blow she was out cold. I grabbed her body as she fell, and raised her into the box. I stroke her hair and kissed her on the forehead. “Good night, sleeping beauty.” I threw her pants in and closed the box.
As I walked out of the alley I continued to think about my night. I didn’t have a chance to see much of her breasts, or chew on them for that matter. I did not ask for a blowjob and I did not do so many things that turn me on. Yeah, I should think of these things before doing them. But that’s ok. This time it was just a tryout. Just a training. Next time would be more perfect.
As I returned home I sent an email to my sleeping beauty with some words of wisdom. Some threats and some compliments. Figured I had to plea to both her common sense and to her sense of fear and shame. My email was sort of a combination of “everyone will know” and “I will hurt you”. You don’t need to hear stupid threatening clichés. You know them all. Hell, some of you inspired me in writing her this email.
When I was done I pushed send, and the computer told me it was sent successfully.
I turned to the list of my friends. Wonder who’s online…
There was the gay guy from Germany who’s about my age, the girl from Atlanta who I have been talking to for over a year and would never hurt (sincerely) and does not know of my fantasies, obviously. A 40 year old woman who just loves rape fantasies and plays both of our fantasies with me, and that girl from South Africa who is real sweet and found me through some singles website.
I looked at all of them. And I looked at the other 85 icons of people who were on my list but not online. Some of them I’ve talked to once or twice, and some how never found them online again, while others are good friends I talk to about everything.
I will not rape the ones who know my dirty little fantasies. Sure I might fuck them if I ever get the chance, play the fantasy for real, but I don’t think I’ll truly rape them. That pleasure is dedicated to the ones who think I’m a boy scout. Those who are not into rape fantasies, and that for some reason I don’t care about that much.
Who would my next victim be? Another young girl who thinks the world of me, or an old fat lady who lives alone with her cats? Whose trust will I break?
I’m still planning on maybe having a one-night stand, or a meaningful relationship with a willing partner. But hey, I want both worlds, and what I want, I take! |
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Damn! Another night at Wally world, stocking shelves, and a Saturday night at that! Saturday! I should be out partying, drinking a bit, getting a good buzz and finding a guy to take home to play with.... but oh well we do what we have to to pay the bills. And for me that meant stocking shelves every friday & saturday night for the past 7 months. 7 months of no parties, no sex, no life!
I clocked in and went to my area, HBA, health and beauty aids. Looking at the 11 pallets of stock I just wanted to turn around and leave. "hey sunshine, looks like you've got your work cut out for you tonight" I turned to face Duane, my manager, he could be such a dick sometimes. "s'ok" I answered him, "I'll have this knocked out by lunch and you'll have to find me 11 more" There was something about him that made me always give him a smart ass answer, I guess he figured I hated him, wouldn't he be surprised if he knew the truth? Something about Duane that really turned me on, maybe it was those baby blue eyes that could look down into your very soul. Maybe it was the fact that he could be a dick, I always did like those take charge kind of guys. Then again maybe it was just the fact I hadn't gotten laid in 7 months!
The night went by slowly, with me & the other associates trading jabs with each other and duane. We talked about what we'd rather be doing instead of being at work on a saturday night. Most everyone agreed they'd rather be drinkin, smokin or screwing, I wonder if they're all as deprived as myself?
By 3 am I had worked my stock down to 3 pallets of overstock and since we had no overstock space in HBA I had to take them out to the trailer. I paged duane and asked him to unlock it for me. I had pulled out the first one when he came out, He turned the lock and let me in, "you all right out here by yourself?" he asked "shit duane, the only one that scares me is you and you have to go back in" I said with a grin. "yeah ok, I'll check on you at 7 if you don't come back" yup he could be a dick sometimes. I'll be damned if I was going to let him know how much I hated going to the trailers. They were set back from the store, rather secluded and of course no lights. We had lanterns from sporting goods in each one, they threw out a bout a 2 foot radius of light.
I set about bringing out the other pallets and getting my stock on the trailer. I was carrying it all to the back so that I could work my way out easily. We had to share this trailer with hardware and thier stuff was just thrown half hazzardly on the right side. I was about 45 minutes into it when my lantern went out and I couldn't see a thing! Damn it! I headed towards the front to shake it throw it or whatever I had to do to make it light again when someone grabbed me and clamped a hand over my mouth!
MMMMmph, I kicked at my attacker and tried to punch but he had a hold on me I couldn't break. "shhhhhhhhhh" something was shoved in my mouth and tied behind my head, now he had both arms to hold me and I knew I couldn't break free. He must have picked up some rope from the hardware side of the trailer because he preceded to tie my wrists, I was pushed down on a pile of boxes, he then tied each wrist seperately to each side of the trailer, I pulled and twisted but to no avail, I was at his mercy. His hands were all over me, I tried kicking but he blocked most of them, then his hands moved down to my waist and he undid my zipper. I struggled and kicked untill I felt a razor on my neck and a voice whispered "we can do this the easy way, or I can cut them off you and hope I don't slip" I let him take my jeans off, he moved my ass to the edge of the boxes and then tied my legs to each side so I was wide open, even with my panties still on I felt so exposed!
He ran his hands up under my shirt, and squeezed my nipples, and god help me it had been so long since I'd felt a mans touch it actually felt good! But that was crazy, I didn't know this man, it most likely was one of those damn homeless winos that lived in the woods out back! At that thought I began to struggle again, it seemed to turn him on even more and his hands moved down to my panties, he slipped a hand in and started rubbing my ass, then around front where he played in my hair for a moment before slidind a finger up and down my slit, his other hand came around with the blade and cut my underware from me. At the same time he slipped a finger in my hole, he whispered" you like that, don't you, you little slut" Although it was a whisper I heard something familiar in the voice and I strained to see but it was no use it was still pitch dark out here. Somehow it was even worse that it was someone I knew degrading me like this, especially when I didn't know who. Maybe Rodney, The unloader who was always trying to get me to go out with him? Or that freak ricardo who took every opportunity he could to touch me? Or maybe my ex, johnny? He knew my schedule and may have just been waiting back here knowing I'd have to go to the trailers??? No it wasn't Johnny, I know his touch and this wasn't him, johnny had mamas boys hands, these hands were rough, a workers hands and they were.....oh jesus they were good.
No I couldn't let myself enjoy this, I was being raped for crists sake! But he had found my spot and was rubbing my clit, I couldn't help it, I had been so horny for so long! and here was this man, rubbing my clit and nuzzling into my neck with his facial hair scratching me, facial hair? then it couldn't be rodney or ricardo? oh god! he started pumping me with his finger and alternating between my tits & clit with his other hand. I could feel myself building up but as much as I had been wanting the release I didn't want to give him the satisfaction.
Luckily he pulled out and I was saved from that shame. he continued to carress my body and whispered "so my little slut needs more then a finger for satisfaction huh? For a moment there were no hands on my body and then I heard the zipper, oh my god, what I had been craving I was about to get and I still didn't know from who.
Being positioned on the boxes like I was, I was the perfect hieght for him to stand between my open thighs, I felt his cockhead touch my pussylips and it sent a shiver through me, he laughed at that, His hand came up and touched my face, "don't worry, I'll be gentle" he whispered with a chuckle. I felt him press into me and he ran his hand down my body and grasped my hips, he pushed his shaft slowly into me, not far, and pulled back out, and again, then with one hard and fast thrust he entered me deeply. The pain rushed through my body but with it was a pleasure, a pleasure I hadn't known in so long!
He continued, pulling almost completely out and thrusting back in. I tried to fight what I knew was coming but finally gave in and went with it, every time he thrust I threw my hips back up to meet him, I wanted him deeper, I wanted him so deep it hurt. because that hurt was sooooo good! "Come with me" he said I let myself go and felt wave after wave wash over me, I knew I was bucking uncontrollably underneath him, but he was riding it, I felt his hot cum fill me, I through my head side to side, from the darkness of the trailer to the beginnings of light filtering in from outside. Light? I tried to see him but I was caught up in the orgasm of my life and as I came back down I looked up into the face of.....duane???
He was wiped out as I was and collapsed on top of me, he lifted his head and looked me straight in the eye and said "I try to take care of my employees and give them what they need" He stood up, put his pants on, cut the ropes that bound me and said "see you inside"
I waited a bit before going in, I was still dumbfounded, and I wondered if any of the other employees had noticed us missing. God what if they knew what was going on, what if I went in and they all knew??? I untied the roped around my wrists and ankles and put my pants back on, no help for the panties, I tossed them in the woods. I finished putting my stock away, by that time it was 7, time to go, thank god by the time I locked up and got inside the others should be gone. I walked back in and headed for the time clock.
Who should I run into but Duane and the day manager Mike. Duane gave me one of his grins and asked "see you next friday?" I don't know" I said " I need to discuss something with Mike first" A look of fear crossed duanes face. I turned to Mike "Mike, whats the cances of getting some overtime the next few weeks? Let me know ok" I gave duane a wink and walked out. |
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