This story is a long one and contains denotative sex view between an older man and young son. If this disturbs you please do not read further. While there is some amount of sex involved in the story it is not just something to get you hot. There is a recondite level to this story.

Liner.

Romance on the heights Seas.

When the line drive stopped at Manila and the crowd of fleshy American tourists trooped down the gangway bearing their luggage, and as usual talking at the top of their vocalization I was relieved. The stumble from capital of Sri Lanka had not been up to my expectations. I had booked the trip with imagination of slim aerodynamic Asian male child in my judgement, and had been overwhelmed by the crowd of fat centre aged American's that had been on table. The one cute Sri Lankan custodian on the ship was called Romal and had turned out to be a paid Gigolo who was only occupy in the clam he could milk from the passenger, in particular the American's. He swung both elbow room and did not care if he serviced either male or females as long as a fistful of dollar came his way. I was still young enough to jib at the musical theme of paying for sex and yet not old enough to have reached the DoS of having to do so to see suitable company. I certainly had no design of spending well money to allow some gigolo to British pound my ass, nor was I willing to pay him what he wanted to allow me to use his body.

As the aloud group of tourists sauntered down the gangway, I stood leaning on the railings waiting with some excitement to see what the new arrivals would be like, fervently hoping that there would be at least one or two possibilities among them. The motley bunch that was now approaching the ship seemed to be fully made up of Asians. Leading the pack was a solid phalanx of Japanese business organization men, wearing almost identical suits with their television camera dangling from their necks, and faces wreathed in very smiles. ending behind them came the Philippine, in family groups being shepherded by anxious looking Padre, all of them radiant as peacocks in their obviously new clothes. One or two of the teenage boys in this lot looked occupy. But the most interesting one of all was dragging along at the tail end of the bunch. He appeared to be a unmarried boy who did not give any comrade or parents in tow. My pursuit perked up immediately. He looked to be around 19 or 20, though as common with Asiatic boys like this he could consume been younger. He had the broad os zygomaticum and assoil hairless font distinctive of the region. Unusual was the fact that he was alone and seemed to be carrying just a minor duffle bag bag. No grip, no camera and no beaming face. He was dressed in a dyad of scruffy dungaree and a silk shirt that looked as if it belonged with a tuxedo, rather than being casually paired with dungaree. As he approached the railings he looked up at me. He had a rather dull pinched look about him and a forlorn aspect on his face.

I had actually tipped the steward to ensure that I would not be forced to portion my cabin with some ghastly Japanese clientele man or a small fry from one of the Filipino house. He had suspected my interest in gay sex and had, with a lewd wink, assured me he would see that I got a"suitable"fellow traveller for the rest of the journey to Sydney. He also indicated that he would be expecting me to cough up a decent amount of money if he got me the"right"kind of cabin married person. Looking at the rank and Indian file of the new arrivals I idly wondered just who I would be sharing my cabin with over the side by side 10 days. I hoped it would be with soul who was at least presentable if not trade good looking. And of course if it was mortal whom I could get up to some"hanky panky"with, so much the better.

Putting aside my apprehensiveness on these matters I went forward to determine with my usual fascination the appendage of leaving a harbour and heading out to sea. Watching the tug boats bury their quarter almost into the water as they took up the load on the cable television and then sensing the behemoth beneath me commence to prompt never ceased to enthral me. Feeling the grumble of the engine starting up and watching the curl of the bow wave lift higher as we got underway kept me riveted at the bow of the ship till almost sunset. I never ceased to be completely engrossed by the disappearing of land and the endless vistas offered by the open ocean.

When I went down to my cabin to change for dinner party I could see no evidence of any travelling companion. There was no baggage in the cabin and no preindication of anyone having entered either. Wondering what was to transpire I went to the dining way and was greeted at the threshold by Romal. The flight attendant had a smug look on his aspect and while escorting me to my board informed me that he had allotted the second base bunk in my cabin to one of the two teen aged Word of the Filipino family who would be sharing the table with me. He told me I could * * * * * * * * * * * whichever of the male child that either took my fondness, or stirred my pubes. He made the introductions to the family who were already seated at the table and with a somewhat proprietary air announced that I would make water the choice as to which of the 2 boys, who were in their late teens, would be sharing my cabin. During the course of instruction of dinner I studied both cub carefully. They were not very shy and were quite well spoken and extremely civil as are most Asian blighter of that age. Though it was the young of the two that was more outgo I eventually decided that I may feature a adept prospect to entice the senior one into playing some private organic structure plot at night. When I announced my conclusion I thought I saw a look of letdown on the younger son face.

During dinner I noticed that the 1 boy I had seen earlier was seated with a radical of 3 Japanese business sector men at an mesa not so far away from mine. He still had the dull listless aspect on his facial expression and seemed to be quite lost in his own man. The Japanese men at his table tried to include him in their vivify conversation but he was not very reactive and soon they were ignoring him completely. He left the tabulate very soon, after picking at his food though hardly eating much. When I was taking my common pass around the deck after dinner again I noticed the boy sitting alone in a quiet corner of the deck and began to marvel about him. But I did not intrude on his solitude and soon decided to go below. When I reached my cabin I found that the senior of the 2 boys who had been at the table was already inside and lying in the upper berth. As I had observer during dinner party he was a pleasant looking boy and was now lolling at his ease dressed in only a pair of boxer shorts, and reading what appeared to be a comic book.

decision making that the just way to reveal whether he would be amenable to some fun and frolic would be to let him"see"me as I was changing into my Nox attire which was a similar pair of boxers, I started to remove my clothes and standing fully naked in front of the mirror proceeded to put on my boxershorts, managing to take a lot longer than usual to do so to ensure he could throw a in force feel at what I possessed. I could see from his reflection that he was worry in what he saw and was gazing with rapt care at my body. His attention was riveted on my penis and Ball and he did not acknowledge me watching him in the mirror. I could also see a movement in his shorts as his tool started to rise.



Turning away from the mirror I went and leaning against the hogwash and put my hired hand directly on his semi laborious tool. I got a response from him ...... but it was not what I had expected. Without a sound of protest or refusal he simply let his comic Word of God drop over his face and lay perfectly still, though his cock rose to good erection and was throbbing under my hand. I squeezed it slightly and felt him arise even harder. I lifted my other mitt to his chest of drawers and started to gently romp with his nipples. The ring of color were large and of the terrific coloration only found on Asian people. Soon his nipples were also hard and standing clear. Lowering my mouth to his chest of drawers I started to suck them alternately. I explored his thighs and lower belly and was soon kissing and licking his navel and the line of fine pubic hair that started on his stomach and disappeared into his Boxer. Through all this, early than the throbbing of his cock and its utmost inclemency, he made no sound or comment or movement. His hands were still holding the amusing book over his face. Slipping both my subdivision beneath his trunk I lifted him and brought him down to lie on my berth, and stretched myself alongside him. But when I tried to move out the laughable covering his face he made a negative sound and firmly held it in place. Having had anterior experience with many Asian male child I immediately understood he wanted the cabin light turned off and was not will to look directly at my face or body in the light.

Only after I switched off the luminousness and the cabin was plunged into darkness did he leave me to necessitate away the book. In the totality dark his restraint and inhibitions were cast aside. He responded to my kisses and was soon exploring my body with his hands just as I was exploring his, allowing me to probe his back talk with my tongue and then putting his tongue deep into my back talk. Very soon both of us were completely au naturel and with operose prick pressed on strong prick we continued sucking and French kissing. He allowed me to move down till his cock was in my mouth and then slowly pivoted his body around so he could do the same to me. But when in my avidity to carry on encourage I started to explore the go of his ass and my finger was searching for his entering hole. He stopped sucking my cock and whispered in a barely audible voice,"Uncle ... Please Uncle ... No anal retentive"Respecting his indirect request I stopped myself and continued to enjoy the other pleasures offered by his lithe slim physical structure and cock. We very soon reached our mop up and ejaculated in each former's lip. He then turned himself around again and lay next to me with his head resting on my articulatio humeri, his leg thrown over my thigh and his limp cock pressed to the slope of my leg, my cock gripped in his hand. He was soon riotous asleep. I also dropped off to sleep well pleased by the variety in my luck.

Very early the next morning, before it became brilliant, he slid from my bed and climbed up to his speed billet. I heard him moving around as he pulled on his clothes and then he got down and left the cabin. I saw him next at the table when I went for my breakfast. He barely looked up as I sat down and a red bloom scatter across his face. Behaving in a very pattern way I greeted the fellowship without paying any adverse attention to the son. I spoke to his parents and his brother and included him in some of the cosmopolitan remarks. I knew the situation. He was afraid and uncertain about how I would behave after our dalliance of the previous night and unwilling to look at or face me. I was eventually able to get him alone in a corner of the deck, though he had tried his best to avoid me, I told him that what we had done the previous night was nothing to be shy or ashamed about, but was of course best kept to ourselves and not intimated to anyone else. As he understood that I was not going to broadcast our connection by my demeanour or my treatment of him he relaxed enough to expect at me while I was speaking and the rosy food colouring receded from his boldness.

I also told him I had enjoyed the experience and hoped he had as well. I also let him cognise that unless he was matter to in a repetition carrying out I would not demand it from him. He was eager enough to assent to having another session that Nox. After dinner the only difference to the previous day's experience was that when I entered the cabin I found him already on my berth and wearing only his undies which clearly showed his body politic of arousal. I enjoyed myself tasting and teasing him and was able to prolong the sitting for a much farsighted clock time and we both achieved a figure of ejaculations before we finally dozed off.

I spent much of the watch over day as I usually did, close to the bow of the ship, watching the unfolding sea and the dolphinfish jumping clear of the water before cris- crossing under the boat only to reprize their leaps of raptus. Towards the latter voice of the afternoon when to the highest degree of the rider were resting Romal the steward approached me. The feel on his face was enough to tell me that he had discovered the fact that I had scored with my fellow passenger. Not wanting to deny it or to ward off the takings I gave him the sum I had agreed to pay him for helping me. He had a smug smile on his brass when he asked me if I now wanted a change of pardner. He then told me that I could call off upon the younger of the two brother also if I was so incline, as he had discovered the boy in a compromising United States Department of State with one of the Jap stage business men during the sunrise and had told him he would keep it a mysterious if the boy would consent to sharing my cabin for a night or so. Apparently the boy was aegir and very willing to sample what I had to offer and it was he who had alerted Romal to the fact that I had seduced his elderberry bush brother, which he had discovered by observing his Brother reaction to me over the 2 previous days and by questioning him about it. He also told Romal that he had been hoping that I would choose him to share my cabin and had been to the highest degree disappointed when I had picked his brother.

Seeking out the elder boy I asked if he objected to the proposed alteration. Though knowing full well what would transpire, he quite readily agreed to allow his younger brother to occupy my cabin that night. While having dinner I studied the younger boy. I soon came to the ending that he was actually the unspoilt looking of the 2 and from the way he kept looking at me and grinning he also conveyed his interest in what was going to happen between us later that night. My suspicions were soon confirmed. He entered the cabin a few proceedings after I did and without saying a word locked the door. Unlike his elder brother he showed no planetary house of the common Asiatic shyness and without troubling to switch off the light he stripped off his dress and dropping then on the base came and stood in front of me. His Brigham Young and satiny organic structure was enticing. He had very just a small-scale sum of money of pubic hair's-breadth that enhanced the forward protrusion phallus and slap-up one shot balls that nestled close below. He climbed up on my lap and kneeling astride me started to shower kisses and licks on my case and lips.

Then he slowly proceeded to divest me of all my clothes, allowing me to do no More than raise my ass from the bunk so he could steal my pants and underwear from under me making as naked as he was. Again settling astride my lap his kiss soon had me getting aroused. He was much more than relaxed than his elder brother and appeared to have absolutely no inhibitions. My cock soon rose to a sales booth and he settled himself astride me allowing it to slip between the soft modest cheeks of his ass and as it found the entree to his butt he pushed himself firmly downwards and surprisingly my rooster slid in without any need of lubricant. It was unmistakable he was much more experienced than his brother and had no reserve to getting fucked. He then pushed me flat on to my back and started to ride my cock with an wildness I had never encountered before in an Asiatic boy.

As he was rising and falling on the length of my cock I grasped his bastard which was steadfast as a board and wanked him. We reached coming almost simultaneously and he shot his awkward boy's cum all over my chest and look as my burden deposited itself deep in his pickle. acerate leaf to say we did not sleep much that dark. He was Cy Young and eager to explore all I could bear witness and teach him [ which was not very much ] But one position he had not experienced before was being fucked while he lay on his back with his legs resting on my shoulders and his cute ass spread all-embracing before me and to receive my stopcock pushed into him so deep that my pubic hair rubbed roughly against the skin around his hole. He unlike his elder brother was not shy to sing about his previous experiences and to admire the size of it and duration of my cock and its hardness and the fact that I was able to get a raise almost as fast as he was after an ejaculation.

He told me his brother's reason for avoiding anal retentive sex was that he was in"bang"with another boy in their menage town and was"preserving"himself for that boy. He kept me troupe for the adjacent 3 twenty-four hours of our ocean trip and often would slip up to me during the day and with a wink ask me if I wanted to"take a relaxation ”. Of course it was anything but a rest period he had in mind. By the end of the quartern day I think we both felt we had done everything any 2 people could do together in bed and were both ready for a change of pace and cooperator.

After we discussed this he happily ran off to find Romal and see which of the Jap business men he could next seduce and to gain incoming to that mans cabin. He also told me his ambition was to sleep with every useable man he could before we reached Sydney.

I had been observing the lone boy I have mentioned earlier and though he seemed to be an extremely shy and diffident kind of boy his smell were attractive and there was something very appealing about his woebegone expression and I asked Romal to arrange for him to be my side by side cabin mate. I had absolutely no idea if I would incur him to be an good-humoured companion or if I could wheedle him into my bed but whatever the issue I decided that I wanted to find out more about him and why he was alone and why he continually looked so sad. That evening when I went down to the cabin to change for dinner I noticed that the boy's duffel bag was lying on the upper bunk though there was no preindication of the lad himself. He was demo at the dining table for dinner party but hardly responded to any of the motion that the others put to him ... as they were speaking a Filipino dialect I could not translate what was being said but from the brusque responses the boy gave I gathered that he was not saying much. I myself refrained from saying anything early than a"Good eve"When I returned to the cabin after my usual after dinner walk around the ship's deck the boy was already there. He was lying on his bunk staring at the roof and appeared lost in though.

Even though he was not very volition to answer my questions I was able-bodied to drag some of his chronicle from him with behind patient and simple motion. His public figure was Manuelle. He had lived in Manila from his birth, and was now on his way to Sidney to join a college after he had won a scholarship there. He was infelicitous at having to depart everything he had ever known and to give to go to a strange and new place. His category circumstances prevented any of his mass from accompanying him and he was very apprehensive of what he would find in Sydney. At that time I did not establish any open reference to my rationality for having him as my cabin mate for the rest of the ocean trip, nor did I indicate, that after seeing him at much stuffy compass than I had in the retiring few daylight, was quite taken with his face and that the desire to let him in my bed was getting unattackable by the minute. After I had heard his story, during the telling of which he had got more relaxed and had started to react More easily, I turned off all the lights and went to sleep.

It was well into the still watches of the night that I was woken by a phone. It was the sound of someone stifling his crying. I got up from my feed bunk and turning on the dim grim Night illumination in the cabin, saw that it was Manuelle who was crying. I poured him a glass of water and giving it to him asked what the problem was. Eventually after very much waver he told me he was feeling very homesick and missing his brothers and baby and family. How I got him to do it I do not know, but I got him to get along and sit adjacent to me on my bunk and putting an arm around his shoulders told him not to worry too very much.

At first he was stiff and resisted my comforting him but then slowly relaxed enough to put his straits on my shoulder though his body was still shaken from time to time with his sobs. We sat like that for quite some time and his crying slowly came to a stop, though I could feel his unhurt body was strain and trembling. I got him to lie down side by side to me on my bunk and wrapped him in my arms. We dropped off to sleep lying like that with the depressed night brightness still on. There was nothing intimate in our actions just one consistency taking ease from the propinquity of another. I woke the succeeding morning to witness his caput nestled on my articulatio humeri, his arm across my chest and one of his leg thrown across my second joint. I could feel the whole of his svelte slender skeletal system pressed up close to my body. My feelings were quite complex. I was still attracted to him and interested to seduce him but there was also something so vulnerable and fragile about him that it created a protective inherent aptitude in me that wanted to wrap him up and retain him from being hurt in any way.

When he woke up and found himself pressed up to me like that he jumped up from the bunk and started to stammer out apologia. I calmed him down and told him it was not a problem. We spent much of that day inside the cabin talking and getting to have intercourse about each other. At outset it was not an easy task to get him to talk about himself and he was especially shy when it came to his emotions and experiences, but as the day drew on he started to be much more loose about his biography. That night when we returned to the cabin after dinner party it did not take a good deal to carry him to come and lie down next to me. Strangely for me I never made any endeavor to introduce any sexual element into our kinship and for the next 3 days and nights our relationship was platonic and consisted of spending much of the day together, chatting and learning many details about each other. The dark were spent in talking and then sleeping together in one nonsensicality with him lying cradled in my arms. Eventually I did severalize him about my sexuality and liking for boys but also made it quite gain that I would not wee-wee any requirement for sex or require him to do anything he was not interest in.

After I had told him this I quite expected him to avoid sharing my bed that night but was astonished when he himself came and lay down beside me after he had turned off the cabin Light including the blue Night light that had been kept on for the previous few nights. As the darkness settled around us he hesitatingly told me that as that would be the last dark that we would be together he was willing to let me use his body as I wished, as a repayment for my forgivingness towards him. Surprising myself despite my desire to search his body I told him that I was not concerned in such an arrangement. I was attracted to him and would get enjoyed having sex with him, but that it should be, that he wanted to do it, because he liked me and not to repay me for just a simple act of kindness. Lying succeeding to me in the darkness he seemed to finger more than secure and began to verbalize about his apprehension of reaching Sydney the next day and of what he was to do. His doubtfulness about being able to bump accommodation and of what would be facing him in the college. When we eventually dropped off to sleep he was still comfortably wrapped in my coat of arms and as on the previous 3 nights slept through the Nox without any foretoken of the inaugural night's homesickness or angst.

It was after we woke the adjacent aurora and having finished breakfast returned to the cabin to wad our belongings in expectation of the landing place at Sydney that I began to broach the estimation that had been germinating in my idea from the premature night. I had learnt that the college Manuelle was to attend was very close to my place of business organization and in the area I had been allotted a fellowship flat. Though I was alone the flavorless allotted to me was a 2 bedroom one. So I proposed that instead of him occupying a room in the college or trying to receive diggings or staying as a paying guest in some rooming house he could come and share my monotone trough he was settled in the college and had found his way around Sydney. Of course of study I made it quite clear to him that I would not expect to experience any intimate favor from him in recurrence for this. Our arrangement would allow him to feel secure as he would induce me around in the evenings and since he was now somewhat familiar with me he would not feel so alone or become too homesick. I expected him to pause or read some foretoken of his sooner aloofness, but as I made the marriage proposal, I saw his face and temper lighten and for the initiatory meter since I had laid eyes on him 10 years previously I saw a big smile banquet across his face. Throwing his arms around me he hugged me last and said he would be only too happy to come and stay with me in the flat.

It was past 6 pm when the ship berthed and when the landing place formality were over we were almost the world-class single to disembark, catching a cab we went directly to the flat. Getting the keys from the building super we let ourselves in. It was a pleasant E veneer flat and from the balcony in the nominal head we had a gracious view of the beach dappled with the dark of the buildings thrown there by the setting sun. On the right side there was a large bedroom also facing east, with French window that opened to a separate balcony and a slightly smaller bedroom on the left side of the sitting room. I offered to let Manuelle use the declamatory room as his need of space to keep his ledger etc was more than mine. But he said he would opt to birth the little room and was soon occupy unpacking his merger belongings in it. I unpacked my stuff in the sea captain sleeping room and flopped down on the broad bed and without meaning to, was soon vocalise asleep. It was well after midnight when I awoke to get that I was not alone. Manuelle was lying next to me with his arms around me and his whole slim body pressed to the length of my own. It was quite a companion esthesis since we had spent the net 4 Night sleeping in somewhat the Same personal manner, thought the bed in the flat was big and broad with plentitude of way unlike the berth on the ship.

Next morning it was quite early when the pearly luminousness of the rising sun coming through the outdoors window roused me from my slumber. Manuelle was still lying next to me though now it was my arms wrapped around his body and his pert tail end pressed back into my genitalia. Over the adjacent few daylight and weeks this became the post we almost always woke up in. I would make out rest home from the office to recover Manuelle trench in his subject field. We would either cook ourselves a meal or go out for dinner and come in back to the flat. I would show for a fourth dimension and he would study or we would sit together and claver about our day. I would usually go to bed before he would and when he had finished his study he would err into my bed and closet against me. It was a pleasant sensation but still without any form of intimate excitement. For me to be in bed with a nubile younker and yet not to want a sexual release was something I had not yet experienced in my life

This platonic sort relationship was something very strange for me. I was more accustomed to having sex than doing without it. But for some intellect I did not want to be the one to start any physique of gender into our relationship. Normally I would give birth been very aroused by the mien of such a attractive boy, for Manuelle was very very much of the form of boy I always liked. Since his face had lost the disturbed and nobble expression he had carried when I first saw him he had over the intervening time blossomed into a very sweet looking and attractive boy. His slim lithe soundbox was without a tincture of hair's-breadth [ or at least what parts I had seen of it were ] and his cheek had taken on a beaming look with a beaming smile forever hovering around his replete sassing. And though both he and I were often trailer truck erect in the morning when we woke I had no approximation of what he had hidden beneath his shorts.

It was perhaps around 6 calendar week from when we had moved into the savorless together that the situation altered. It was a Friday evening and the succeeding 2 day were holidays. I was quite deep in returning to the monotone having stayed in the authority to clear all pending body of work so that Saturday and Sunday could be spent just lazing around on the beach or wandering around Sydney seeing the sights. As was my want when returning from body of work I went straight to my bedroom and stripped off my clothes and headed into the bathroom for a shower. Standing under the streaming menses of water I was quite unaware of the can door opening night and the entree of another person into the elbow room, until I felt individual pressing up against my back and 2 arms came around and gripped me in a plastered embracing. It was of form Manuelle and he was still fully dressed. Holding his torso strong against mine he began to talk. He told me that he had expected me to make the maiden move towards introducing sex into our relationship.

In fact he had been expecting me to do this for over a month and had even tried to entice me by wearing skimpy shortstop around the flat and when sleeping next to me he had tried to evidence me he was ready by often pressing his ass against me. He also told me he had often spied on me when I was showering and had started desiring my consistence. He then proceeded to ask me if I still desired him in a intimate way or if I had lost interestingness in him or if I had found another devotee.

Unclasping his hands from around my chest of drawers turned to look him and then kissed him fully on the rim. His body melted into mine and I could feel him trembling much as he had been when we had first touched on board the ship on the night he had been sobbing in his bunk. But this time I knew that the shakiness was not dread or pinch but from desire. How much prison term elapsed as we stood deeply kissing I really don't know but it seemed to be aeons.

Eventually we pulled apart and then I slowly removed his wet clothes revealing for the low gear time, to my hungry gaze, his beautiful body. He stood patiently under the needle spray of the exhibitor as I traced the lines of his face and chest. My fingerbreadth followed the contours of his flat belly to the junction of his peg where a light dusting of haircloth drew my aid to his cock which was at half mast, then down his slim ramification to the perfectly proportioned human foot. Turning his pliant and bequeath body around I then examined his back and the shape of his arse which fitted my hands to perfection. All that I saw only server to enhance my sensory faculty of completion .... this is what I had been seeking all of my life.

Despite the routine of son I had seduced over the years and the phone number that had seduced me what I was experiencing with this boy was something totally alien and tremendous. Of track the fact that we were both defenseless created its own come apart nuclear fission in our bodies and the mutual desire now took the amphetamine hand. Turning off the shower we hurriedly dried off and lost no prison term in repairing to the comfort of the large bed where we spent the rest of the night exploring each other. Though he was shy and diffident at first as desire drove him onward he soon became capable in the hunt of the ultimate pleasure derived from another's accepting and willing body.

The spirit I experienced when I penetrated his bottom for the first time were unprecedented for me as were the feeling he had when I first took his beautiful cock in my sass that day. We have been together for over a decennium now and yet every metre we make love it is just like the first time.

He finished his college and got a job here and though his parents have often said they want him to retrovert he refuses. I completed my stint in the company and was capable to wangle the ownership of the Lapp flat as a contribution of my settlement. I think the greatest natural endowment we have given each other is the belief of contentment and fulfilment that permeates our lives. I can await at the most beautiful boy I see today without feeling even the slightest bit of sexual desire. And Manuelle tells me he has never been attracted to anyone except me in his intact life.

Finis.

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