Date: Fri, 07 Apr 2006 14:00:55 +0200
From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: Finally Together 1/7 (Adult Friends )

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FINALLY TOGETHER
by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2006
written on July 21, 1994
translated by the author
English text kindly revised
by Brian

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USUAL DISCLAIMER

"FINALLY TOGETHER" is a gay story, with some parts containing graphic
scenes of sex between males. So, if in your land, religion, family,
opinion and so on this is not good for you, it will be better not to
read this story. But if you really want, or because YOU don't care, or
because you think you really want to read it, please be my welcomed
guest.

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CHAPTER 1 - A PARTNER, NOT A MASTER

Even if Marco was a "signer" that is a sailor who signed on of his own
choice, Luigi liked him. Different from the other signers, he was
simple, he didn't put on airs, and when he could, he was ready to give a
hand to get out of trouble, while Luigi seemed born to get in trouble.
No, Luigi would never have reenlisted in the navy. Anyway, he liked
Marco and gradually they became friends. They talked of women, of
course, of bikes, of sports and, when they were in ports, they went to
dance or to have fun together. They were becoming inseparable.

Luigi had no problem confessing to Marco he was still a virgin in spite
of his nineteen years. Marco didn't laugh at him, didn't mock him, but
advised him not to tell the other sailors. "Always say you have a
girlfriend back home". He advised him.

"But they'll see I never get letters from girls," Luigi said, shrugging
his shoulders, "They may've already noticed that."

"That's not a problem. You'll see. Soon you'll start to get scented
letters from a girl." Marco told him, smiling with a conspiratorial air.

"But how?" Luigi asked, not understanding.

"Let me take care of it."

"But I don't really care. The others can think what they want, I don't
give a shit."

"Not even if they think you're gay?"

"Let them think what they want. After all it's my business, isn't it?"

"If they thought so, they could get tough, and try to fuck you. It's
true you don't appear effeminate, just the opposite..."

"At times I ask myself if I'm actually gay. I never felt attracted to
girls, you see..."

"And to boys?" Marco asked with simplicity.

"Nope. I really have no experience of sex at all."

"Don't you get the urge?"

"No... Not really. At times I jack off, of course. I think everybody
does, don't they?"

"Yeah, sure. But it's really rare nowadays to find a guy your age that
hasn't already tried something or other. I had my first experience at
fourteen. Anyway, it means nothing, each of us in his own time." Marco
quietly commented.

After that they didn't talk about sex or sexuality any more, aside from
the usual witticisms when, on leave in a port, they saw a pretty girl
passing. And Luigi started to receive nice letters from a girl - she was
a friend of Marco, he wrote to her and she agreed to help.

The two friends didn't talk explicitly about sex... until one particular
evening.

All the sailors went ashore except for the few on watch and a few others
who preferred to spend the night on board. Among them was Luigi. He
didn't feel like spending his little bit of money. When Marco passed,
Luigi was in his berth, alone, wearing just his shorts.

"Aren't you coming?" his friend asked.

"No, I don't feel like it. I spent too much the last time, and now I'm
hard up." Luigi said, remaining in his berth and looking at Marco.

"Then I'll stay and keep you company." Marco said with a smile.

"No, you go ahead."

"I don't like going alone. I'd rather stay here with you."

"Getting bored?" Luigi asked him, but with a grateful smile.

"I didn't say that." Marco answered and caressed Luigi's bare chest
lightly.

"Hey, what are you doing?" the boy asked in a whisper, amazed at the
unexpected caress, but remaining still.

"I like the feel of you." Marco answered quietly, lowering his hand to
caress Luigi's flat, taut belly.

Luigi stiffened slightly and looked questioningly at his friend.
"What... what do you want to do?" he asked, thinking he understood where
his friend was headed.

"Have fun with you. We are alone and safe here. And I like you." Marco
added lowering his hand more and slipping his fingers under the elastic
band of the shorts.

Luigi was tense, but didn't try to stop the hand that was continuing its
journey towards his dick, which was starting to awaken. "But... if
somebody comes?" Luigi asked, feeling almost dazed by the unexpected
sensations.

"We'll hear him before he can see us. Anyway, it's almost deserted on
board tonight." Marco said reaching his friend's dick and seizing it.

Luigi shuddered, blushed and murmured with an odd voice: "I'm
embarrassed... I'm embarrassed, Marco..."

"But why? Aren't we friends? We've already seen each other butt naked,
haven't we?" he said fingering Luigi's cock.

"But we were in the showers. It's different."

"Sure, but isn't it better now? Relax, come on, you'll see you'll like
it, Luigi. I want you to enjoy this, and to enjoy it with you." the
young man whispered in seductive voice, and with both hands forced his
friend's shorts and briefs down to his knees. "I like you." Marco
murmured and, before his mate could guess his intention, bent down to
suckle Luigi's nipple, while starting to masturbate him.

Luigi's body gave a start and the boy moaned: "Oh, Marco, what are you
doing?"

"I want to make love to you, give you your first experience, take your
virginity..."

"You mean... fucking my ass?" Luigi asked alarmed, but still without
escaping his friend. He felt scared, but unable to escape. He was
fascinated.

Marco, instead of answering him, lowered his head to lick and suck his
friend's dick, now erect and totally hard.

"Oh! Oh god! Marco... what are you doing to me?" the boy moaned,
shuddering.

"Don't you like it?" his friend asked him, caressing and feeling him all
over his body.

"Yes, but..." the boy started to object, but became silent as soon as
Marco started to give him head again, giving him incredibly strong but
pleasurable sensations that made his whole body shudder.

"Oooh... oooh, Marco.... stop it, please.... ooooh..." Luigi moaned.

"Why?" the young man asked him, gently, in a low voice.

"Because... because... you'll make me... cumm..." Luigi panted and again
blushed.

"It's what I want, don't you?" Marco said with conspiratorial air,
caressing his chest and between his legs. Then said: "Better still...
tidy yourself and come with me."

"Where?" the boy answered hesitantly, leaving his berth and pulling up
his shorts.

"To my cabin. We can lock the door. We will be safer and more
comfortable. Come, Luigi". He said with a determined tone.

"But..." the boy said, still hesitant, "... you want... you want... to
fuck my ass?"

"I want to make love with you. Since the first day I met you, I've
wanted to. Come." he said purposefully and went decidedly towards his
cabin.

Luigi hesitated, but he was intrigued, unable to refuse. He feared what
was going to happen, but was unable to pull back. He feared it but
wanted it at the same time. He was aware he desired the intimacy his
friend was proposing, even if he'd never experienced it before. He felt
he wanted to be taken by Marco, but was afraid as well. He followed his
friend.

As soon as they were in his narrow cabin, Marco locked the door with the
bolt. Then, pointing to his berth with a nod, started to pull off the
uniform he had worn to go out. Luigi was still staring at the body he
had seen so many times naked in the shower unveil itself before his
eyes. It was as if he were seeing it for the first time, or rather was
now looking at it with new eyes. He looked in fascination at the
half-erect member of his companion, and thought that soon he would
receive it into himself - a mix of fear and anticipation made him
shudder.

"What's up? Undress, go on." Marco said drawing near him. Luigi, phased,
shook his head. Marco seized his shorts waistband and, together with the
briefs, lowered them with a determined but gentle tug. The clothes
dropped to the boy's feet. "Pull them off, go on, and lie on my berth."
Marco said.

Luigi complied. Then Marco lay on top of him, embracing and French
kissing him. Luigi felt his friends bare skin on his own, burning, their
erections pushing, imprisoned between their groins, and his companions
tongue rummaging inside his mouth searching for his tongue. Suddenly
Luigi abandoned himself, thinking "Do as you like with me!"

Marco, as if perceiving in the sudden relaxation, his mate's surrender,
started to caress, kiss and lick him all over his body, lingering on his
turgid genitals. Then spread Luigi's legs and raised them, pushing them
against his friend's chest, knelling on the mattress in front of the
stretched ass of the boy. He bent down and sank his face in the butt's
furrow, starting to skillfully lick the boy's hole.

"Oooh, Marco... nooo.... oooh... ooooohh!" the boy moaned, feeling
intense pleasure. He had never experienced anything like this in his
life, something so great, so strong! He clearly understood that his
friend was just preparing to penetrate him, and now he was almost
longing for it. He confusedly thought that he never would have guessed
he was gay, but that he didn't give a shit if he was. He just knew that
he was madly enjoying what was happening to him.

When he felt Marco probing at his hole with his strong, rigid rod, Luigi
completely abandoned himself to his friend. He felt he was being
dilated, opened, invaded - it was at once a weird and pleasurable
sensation. He looked at Marco towering over him, dominating him, seeming
so terribly virile, exciting. His friend was taking him, making him his
own. Marco was penetrating him with a set of calibrated thrusts, strong,
determined but not violent. Luigi felt him entering little by little,
conquering him inch by inch, until Marco was completely inside him. The
strong rod of his elder mate started to thrust inside him in a rhythm.
It was slightly annoying, but at once incredibly pleasurable. Annoying
physically but psychologically pleasurable - he loved feeling dominated
by Marco, virile and beautiful, strong and young, and at the same time
thinking, or rather feeling that it was him giving his mate the pleasure
he could see depicted on his face. It was him, his body that was
bestowing pleasure, dominating his dominator.

Marco continued to hammer inside him with vigor, his manly face covered
by a light veil of sweat, an expression of rapture in his eyes, on his
lips. Luigi watched with wonder as his mate's body contracted and
relaxed at each thrust, his chest muscles tensing. He raised both his
hands to caress them and felt they were strong and elastic, steel under
velvet.

He felt Marco nearing his orgasm and this excited him even more. He
watched his companion's expression, feeling Marco was about to explode
in a burst of pleasure, he felt him tensing like the string of a bow,
shudder with force, pushing the deepest he could, with all his energy,
and at last, emptying inside him with powerful jets, accompanied by a
low, long moan of intense pleasure. Then he felt him relaxing little by
little, panting. Luigi started to masturbate himself - he wanted to cum
too. But his friend pulled his hand away, slipped out of the berth, made
Luigi stretch his legs out again, and started to give him head once
more. Luigi shuddered and at once emptied himself in the welcoming, hot
mouth of his friend, in a series of jets that seemed never to end. Then
he too relaxed, panting.

"So, then?" Marco asked him, lying at his side, smiling at him cheekily.

"I... I'm ashamed, but..."

"Ashamed? And what for?" his friend asked him with curiosity and
amazement.

"What will you think of me, now?"

"Of you? That I enjoyed you madly."

"Yes, but... letting you take me in that way... now you think I'm a
faggot, don't you?"

"No, no more than I. I too made love with you, a male, didn't I?" Marco
quietly said.

"Yes, but you... you fucked me, I let myself be fucked and... and I
liked it, you were aware of that... so now... I'm ashamed..."

"Don't talk bullshit, Luigi! You liked being fucked, I liked fucking
you. All square, right? And I hope we will do it again, don't you?"

"No... I don't think... I don't know..." the boy said confused.

But in the following months, and for the duration of Luigi's navy
service, they made love very often. It was enough for Marco to let him
understand his desire, to invite him, and Luigi was unable to resist
him. Or rather, it was Luigi who created situations for Marco to propose
making love with him.

When Luigi got his discharge, he felt really sorry at having to part
with Marco. And even more, he missed him when he was back home and
started to work. He often recalled Marco and the passionate hours of sex
they had shared. Marco was a bisexual, and had a girlfriend in his
hometown. Luigi instead discovered, thanks to Marco, that he was gay. He
tried once to go with a prostitute with Marco - it had been almost a
failure for him. He managed to have an orgasm, but not easily, and he
didn't really enjoy the experience. On the contrary he madly enjoyed it
when his friend took him. Luigi accepted being gay almost at once, after
that first time he discovered his sexuality and lost his cherry in his
friend's berth.

Little by little Luigi found other people like him, places to hook an
occasional companion. He didn't forget Marco, but three years after that
decisive evening, he recalled it all just as a pleasant, distant memory.
Luigi, being a handsome boy, didn't lack encounters. At times he was the
top also, but he preferred being a bottom, especially if his partner was
a handsome, strong, virile type.

Amongst his occasional partners, he never found anybody he liked enough
to fall in love - if they were physically perfect, he found they lacked
personality, if instead he was fascinated by his companions' character,
the sexual accord was missing. It seemed almost fate. Anyway he had fun,
even if he felt that he could not just amuse himself forever. "All
right," he was telling himself, "I am just twenty-two, there is time..."
but he would have loved to find his Mister Right.

At his work place there was a colleague he liked very much. Roberto,
twenty-six year old, went regularly to the gym. So Luigi went to the
same gym also. As he guessed, his colleague had a body he liked very
much, and a dick that made him daydream. When, after a workout, they
took a shower together, Luigi always got a strong, pleasurable erection.
At first he tried not to be seen in that state by his colleague, but
then, gradually, he didn't worry so much, so Roberto noticed it.

"Hey, Luigi, are you always turned on." Roberto jokingly asked him one
day.

Luigi blushed and answered: "Yes, often. Aren't you?"

"Well, at times it happens to me too, but happily my girlfriend doesn't
make too much fuss, so I can cool down. Don't you have a girlfriend?"

"No... My girlfriend is this". He answered with a giggle showing Roberto
his hand.

Roberto smiled at the joke and said: "Well, it is not really the same,
doing it by oneself."

"You're telling me!" Luigi answered, looking with barely hidden desire
between his colleague legs, then added: "You ever do it alone?"

"Seldom... at times I do, of course. If it was up to me, I'd like to
fuck every day but with her it's only a couple of times a week. So, at
times..."

"Did you ever do it with a man?" Luigi asked, and suddenly blushed for
his question.

Roberto looked at him and began to realise something. So he said: "No...
and you?"

"Just once, in the navy." Luigi lied, red as a beet.

"And... how was it?" Roberto asked, interested.

"Better than nothing, or than alone." Luigi said in soft voice,
continuing to look at his colleagues naked body.

Roberto, almost on instinct, caressed his member and said: "I wonder how
it could be with a man..."

"You just have to try." Luigi suggested, feeling a weird heat envelop
him, becoming more aroused. He felt as if his head was buzzing. Roberto
now had a hard-on and his member stuck out, straight and pulsating.
Luigi was not able to take his eyes from it.

"Yeah, but with whom? Faggots don't turn me on at all, quite the
contrary". The man said continuing to brush his member with his hand.

"I don't know... with a friend, perhaps?"

"But I don't have friends who... I can't ask a friend to... Do you know
somebody who..." Roberto said hesitantly.

"No. My friends are all guys like you and me. I don't know whom to ask
either." Luigi lied, not wanting to reveal himself to his colleague.

Roberto finished washing himself and did not seem to think any more
about the subject.

But the next time in the shower, Roberto was also turned on. When he
noticed that Luigi was looking between his legs, he smiled and said:
"See, this time I feel horny too."

"Yes. Do you miss your girl?"

"Yes. She went to France for work, she'll be away for a month."

"Wow, it'll be hard, then..." Luigi jested, but his heart was hammering.
He desired Roberto more and more, but he didn't dare take the first
step.

"Yes, hard cock, hard time! Just look here!" his colleague said taking
it in his hand and waving it towards Luigi.

"You're telling me! Mine too, even more than yours."

"No, impossible. Feel here, mine is harder than yours." Roberto said
drawing nearer and thrusting his pelvis towards him. Luigi wanted to
touch it, but in spite his colleagues explicit offer, he didn't dare.
Roberto instead stretched out his hand and seized Luigi's dick, feeling
it: "Yeah, yours is really hard too. You feel as horny as I do, don't
you?"

"Sure." Luigi admitted feeling himself tremble from the nape of his neck
to his knees from the emotion aroused by the hand on his member.

"Let's rent the solarium, then." Robert proposed, without withdrawing
his hand from his colleagues' member.

"You and me? Together?" Luigi asked, trembling with anticipation.

"It's usually used in twos or in threes, nothing odd. Are you coming?
I'll pay for one hour." Roberto insisted, lightly massaging Luigi
genitals in an explicit proposal.

Luigi nodded. They rinsed, dried and put on their tracksuits. Roberto
went to the cashier and came back with the key. They entered the small
UV room; Roberto locked and quickly pulled off his tracksuit, standing
naked in front of his companion. Now Luigi was feeling somewhat
embarrassed - he madly desired Roberto, but didn't want to seem too keen
to his friend.

Roberto approached him and started to pull off his tracksuit; "Come on,
Luigi!" he said, clearly excited. He undressed him then pulled him down
on the mat under the lamps, and pulling Luigi's head to his groin said,
determined; "Go on, suck it!"

"But I..." Luigi protested, even if he was longing doing it, "... I
don't..."

"Afterwards I'll give you head too." Roberto said hesitantly.

"Then... let's try to do it together..."

"A sixty-nine, why not? Lie down on your side... this way." Roberto
guided him and they opened their mouths to each other's member almost at
the same time. They mutually sucked for a while - Roberto was rather
awkward, but Luigi was excited all the same at this unforeseen conquest.
Then Roberto, without a word, made him get on all fours and tried to
penetrate him.

Luigi, though feeling strong desire, tried to resist, to show he didn't
want to, protesting weakly: "No... not that way... come on..."

But Roberto was determined and forced him into position: "Come on, don't
make a fuss. I need a good fuck! And you have a nice little ass. Come
on, let me fuck you!"

"No... please..." the boy protested, trying to wriggle away weakly. That
light struggle excited Luigi even more than before - he wanted Roberto
to subdue him, to bend him to his will. Roberto was strong, forcing
Luigi into position, his pole aimed hard and demandingly at Luigi's
hole.

"Don't hurt me..." Luigi panted.

Roberto was completely gone. He took him with a series of powerful
thrusts. Luigi tightened his hole so Roberto would not be aware he was
used to being penetrated. Roberto filled him with little difficulty,
with strength, then started to pump inside him with determined thrusts:
"Oh, Luigi, that's great! You are so tight! You are better than my girl,
for real. God, what a nice, hot, tight hole! I didn't know it was so
good fucking a male!" Roberto panted pounding inside him with more and
more vigor as his excitement increased.

Luigi liked the kind of frenzy with which his companion was taking him,
even if he was aware that Roberto was just concerned with his own
pleasure and certainly not about Luigi's, even though he felt that his
colleague was simply using him. But after all Luigi liked virile,
strong, determined men.

Roberto continued to take him with evident pleasure until, suddenly, he
reached his orgasm and unloaded with strong thrusts inside Luigi,
emitting a set of low groans of pleasure. Then he slipped out of his
companion, stood up and pulled on his tracksuit.

Luigi looked at him somewhat astounded: "But... I didn't cum yet"... he
protested.

"Ah, I'm sorry but... you can jack off this time. Me, once I cum, I'm
knocked out. If you want to jack off, I can wait here for you, don't
worry."

"No, I don't mind." Luigi said standing up and in turn putting on his
tracksuit.

Roberto looked at him: "Come on, don't pull that face now. It's not my
fault if this time went this way. Next time..."

"Next time?" Luigi asked taken aback.

"Yes sure. I liked it, then..." the other said calm and quiet, opening
the door as soon as he saw that Luigi had tidied up.

"Well I... I don't think there will be a next time."

"Come on! It's fun, isn't it?"

"Will you let me be on top next time?"

"But I'm a male!"

"Why, what am I then?" Luigi asked belligerent.

"No, I didn't mean... but you've done it before, right? And you liked
it, you told me, didn't you?"

"But not like this. That boy made me enjoy myself. He didn't use me...
use me like... like a bitch." Luigi said angrily.

"I didn't use you. Well, I told you, it's not my fault if afterwards...
Next time I'll make you cum first, and I'll cum after, I promise. But
you have to give me your delicious little ass again!" Roberto whispered
to him as they reached the locker room.

"I don't know. We'll see." Luigi answered dryly.

They didn't talk about it any more. But the next time, when he again saw
the handsome naked body of Roberto under the showers, and saw that he
too was aroused looking at him, Luigi, in spite of all the resolutions
he'd made, hoped that his colleague would invite him to go to the
solarium again.

"Luigi, come to the solarium." Roberto said stretching out his hand to
touch the erect member of his companion.

"Like the other time, no!" the boy answered, but quivering at the
contact, and feeling a great desire to accept.

"Come on, we will both cum this time, promise. Come."

"But..."

"Come on, come. I swear I'll make you cum before me."

"I don't..."

"Come!" the young man said pushing him out of the showers.

In the solarium, Roberto, as soon as he locked the door, at once lowered
the tracksuit trousers of his companion and caressed his buttocks with
sheer lust: "God what a nice ass, Luigi! Bend over, come on, I want to
fuck you."

"You said that..."

"Yes, I'll make you cum, I promised you, didn't I? Bend over, come on. I
want to fuck you standing, this time." he said lowering his own
trousers. Luigi looked at the strong pole with yen and when his
colleague forced him to turn, he didn't resist. Roberto spit on his
fingers and lubricated Luigi's hole. Then leaned against him and with a
few energetic strokes, penetrated him. When he was inside to the hilt,
he seized Luigi's member and started to masturbate him, while, with the
same rhythm, pumping inside him with his strong, hard stake.

"You like it, Luigi, don't you?" he panted with hoarse voice. "This time
you like it, right?" he insisted hammering inside him with vigour.

"Well, so so..." Luigi said, calling himself an idiot for making himself
available to the other's pleasure in that way - Roberto really didn't
give a shit about his pleasure, he just wanted Luigi not to escape him,
not deny himself to him.

"Fucking hell, I really didn't think I'd one day say to a man I liked
him. But I like you a lot, Luigi. You have an ass that seems tailored
for my cock! I love fucking you. Double shit, I really like fucking your
ass. And you too love being fucked, don't you? You love my cock, yes?"

Luigi violently wriggled away from Roberto's hold: "Go fuck yourself,
bastard! Who do you think I am?" he said furious.

Roberto looked at him astounded: "Well? What's up now?"

"Listen, clear understanding breeds long friendships, they say. You can
now let me fuck your ass, or forget doing it with me!"

"Come on! I never took it up my ass. I really don't like even the
thought of it! Come on, don't make such a fuss, now!"

"No, forget it, don't touch me. I'm not your puppet, I'm not just a hole
to use. If we want to have fun as a pair, I'm game, but not in this way.
Either you give your ass to me, or you'd better forget mine. I'm not a
pussy-boy!"

"But I was making you cum, wasn't I?"

"I'm able to jack off by myself, thanks!"

"Fucking shit! You've now turned me on, made me horny! Don't make such
fuss, now, come on. Come here, I want you!" Roberto said seizing him and
trying to force him into position to take him again.

They started a silent fight. Luigi didn't want it, but the struggle
incredibly excited him. Roberto was a lot stronger than him, and little
by little he succeeded in making him lie on his belly, put him in
position, holding him fast, and again penetrated Luigi with a satisfied
moan. In reality Luigi could get free, it was enough for him to start
screaming, but he felt split in two - one part of him didn't want it
that way, but another part desired just that.

Luigi was now immobilised on the mat and Roberto on top of him was
fucking him with all his means: "You are my ass-boy, Luigi. You are
mine, and I'll fuck you any time I want you. Because I know that you
love my cock up your ass. You like me to fuck you like this. Admit it!"

Luigi didn't answer. He kept still, just waiting for the other to cum
and to leave him in peace at last. Roberto came, withdrew from him and
dressed in silence. Luigi got dressed as well and was about to leave.
Roberto blocked him: "Come on, Luigi, promise me you'll give me your ass
again."

"Stop it, bastard! Just because you are stronger than me, what do you
think you can do? You are a fucking pig, a big piece of shit. This is
the last time. Don't try to touch me any more, or to come near me, or
I'll tell everybody you are a fucking faggot."

"Come on, it's not my fault..."

"No, it's never your fault, right? Go fuck yourself, you son of a
bitch!"

"Luigi..."

The boy left the solarium and went to the locker room to change. Roberto
followed him trying to make him change his mind, but Luigi was beside
himself.

The boy stopped going to the gym, and at work he avoided Roberto. The
latter tried again at times to talk to him, to make him change his mind,
but each time Luigi sent him to hell in a bad way. At last Roberto
stopped trying.

Luigi would have even liked doing it again with Roberto, if the young
man were just less selfish and just thought about giving him pleasure as
well. He really didn't care about penetrating Roberto, even if he
wouldn't have disliked doing it. He would also have been just a bottom,
if he could just feel he wasn't just a hole, a nice tight ass to use.

Luigi needed a partner, not a master.

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 2

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