Date: Thu, 26 Jul 2012 21:43:05 -0400 (EDT)
From: DOGG <nphillydogg@aol.com>
Subject: the district-26

THE DISTRICT-26
Two Way Street

Written by:
Eugene Marvin (aka)
NPhillydogg@aol.com


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CITY HALL


	52 yr old mayor candidate David McConnell accompanied his 21 yr old
son [Elliott] to the police Inquiry relating to his SEX video, which had
been broadcasted publically over the media networks some weeks/months ago
[back in chap-13, pt-3].
	The media shot footage of McConnell walking in with his lawyers,
while Elliott McConnell shielded his face from view.


	INSIDE: the public nor the media were allowed into the courtroom,
as representatives for the Internal Order of Police determined whether or
not to terminate Elliott McConnell's employment as an officer, and/or
charge him criminally for actions unbecoming of an officer.
	McConnell's lawyers argued that he did the video some time ago,
BEFORE he became a police officer. They also argued it was within Elliott's
rights to express himself as he saw fit for private viewing, saying he had
no intentions of ever showing the video publically. Representatives for the
Phila PD argued that Elliott's video was an embarrassment to the
department, as well as a distraction for his fellow officers who had to
work with the public perception. They were careful to point out that they
had no issues with Elliott's sexuality, but that his decision to make
pornographic material, no matter what his age at the time, showed poor
judgment to his character and undermined the integrity of the department as
a whole.


	The hearing took hours, with arguments from both sides scoring
major victories. However, there was an overwhelming majority vote to
terminate Elliott's employment, siting his actions unbecoming of a
policeman. The criminal charges were dropped, allowing Elliott to leave the
courthouse with his father.
	The media questioned McConnell and his son upon exiting the
courthouse. McConnell expressed his grief that the board ruled against his
son, siting him for a video he made BEFORE he was a cop. McConnell's
lawyers informed the media that they fully intended to pursue whoever was
responsible for stealing and submitting the video to the networks. While
Elliott simply express his gratitude for not being charged for any criminal
wrong doing.



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LATER


	McConnell returned to his campaign headquarters in Manayunk, ready
to focus his sights on the election. His campaign assistant [Brian Dunn]
was there waiting with a plethora of ideas for the upcoming weeks. His
lover [Ramone Davenport] was also there, showing his support.
	Dunn watched as Ramone greeted McConnell in his private office with
a long hug, and a brief kiss.


"I saw what happened on the news..." he said after breaking away. "...how
are you feeling...?"


"Disappointed..." said McConnell, honestly. "...but I'm not going to dwell
on it..." he added, enthusiastically. "...I'm ready to start campaigning
again!"


"Good to hear..." chimed in Dunn, having stood in the background to give
them the air of privacy. "...because we have A LOT on our plate to catch up
to reverend Holmes's lead!"


"I'm not worried about Holmes' lead, Brian..." announced McConnell. "...our
campaigns are very different..., I expect Holmes to have a higher
percentage after trashing my son's misfortunes in public...!"


"Then maybe we oughta start trashing BACK...!" suggested Ramone.


"I don't want to start an election war...!" declared McConnell.


"You already have one, rather YOU want one or not...!" argued
Ramone. "Holmes have been using every negative ploy he could against
you..., I think it's high time WE started slinging some trash of our own!"


"Ramone's right..." agreed Dunn. "...no matter how clean you try to keep
your campaign, reverend Holmes is willing to do whatever he needs to do to
get the lead...! If people start believing his claims, OR start to believe
you may be too scared to confront him publically..., they may begin to
think you're too weak for the job...!"
	McConnell thought long and hard. He never wanted to `stoop' to his
opponent's level, but he also had to consider HOW his silence might look to
the voting public...?


"Okay..." he said, taking his advisor's recommendation. "...WHAT do we have
in Holmes...?"


"Well..., he's a reverend..." said Ramone, "...shouldn't be hard to dig up
some dirt from his past...!"


"Okay..., let's see what we can find out..." said McConnell, "...THEN we'll
make our decision...!"


"I'll get right ON it, David...!" said Dunn, touching McConnell intimately
on the arm. Ramone noticed the touch, and McConnell's uncomfortable
awkwardness afterwards...
	As a detective, Ramone was trained to watch people's body language
and facial expressions, to read between the lines and trust his gut
instincts. When he noticed McConnell starting to barely make eye contact
with Dunn as Dunn went over campaign strategies, AND the way Dunn was
beginning to LOOK at David, --lingering longingly near, behind, or around
his boyfriend every chance he got with a HANGDOG expression on his face...,
--Davenport knew something was wrong.
	McConnell had tried to keep his distance from Brian Dunn after
their brief encounter [back in chapter-16], but things were really starting
to feel intense, especially with his lover [Ramone] watching them so
suspiciously from a distance. He knew Ramone was a good detective and an
expert at reading body language, so he tried not to show any discomforts
about being around his advisor, but could tell he was failing miserably,
--which bought back recent memories for Ramone, memories of hearing David
in bed, moaning Dunn's name one morning while HE was preforming fellatio
[chap-18]...



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NORTH PHILLY


	Philadelphia police detectives Malik Jones and his partner Maleece
Cortez sat at their desks inside the 23rd Precinct, going over current
cases and trying to come up with new strategies, when Marvin Rollins
[Malik's ex-lover] walked into the squad-room...


"Yo..." said Maleece [seeing Marvin walking up from behind], signaling his
partner...
	Malik saw Maleece's facial expression, then turned around to see
what he was looking at...?


"Can we talk...?" asked Marvin, humbly.
	Malik felt a cold chill run up his spine. He glanced around the
squad-room, looking to see if anyone noticed his apprehension? Marvin
continued to move in closer, making Malik feel severely nervous.


"I don't really have anything to say right now..." was all Malik could find
in his vocabulary, a lump already forming in his throat.


"Malik..." said Marvin, his deep baritone voice sending nails though
Malik's heart. "...you HAVE to let me explain..."


"You already explained, Marvin..." said Malik, not wanting to discuss it
any further.


"Tell me..., WHAT can I say...? WHAT can I do to make you understand how
sorry I am...?" asked Marvin, starting to cause people to notice...
	Malik looked as embarrassed as he did irritated...


"Marvin, please...not now..." he protested, needing space.


"Can't we just...GO somewhere an' TALK...?" asked Marvin, stepping in
closer, his electrified body within inches of Malik. Maleece could see
Malik beginning to grow uneasy, losing courage as Marvin's magnetic heat
began to get to him.
	Marvin knew all he needed was to get Malik alone for a moment. He
KNEW once he got him alone, he could romance the officer with a strong hug,
a firm kiss, and an aggressive fucking. Fucking got Marvin out of all of
his tough spots with Malik. In fact, there wasn't a time where Marvin
couldn't remember his dick NOT getting him out of a rough spot.
	He moved in closer, knowing Malik wouldn't be able to resist his
animal magnetism up close. He knew people were beginning to watch. He knew
Malik's sexuality was DL at work, and that the detective would eventually
have to consent to moving their public show to a private room to prevent
being outed, but Marvin was prepared to do whatever he must to get Malik's
attention, even if that mean kissing him full length on the lips in front
of everyone!


"C'mon Malik..." he sweet-talked, pouring on the charm.
	Maleece watched curiously, knowing Malik would eventually fold like
a paper chair. But Malik surprised everyone when instead of giving in, he
ordered a nearby officer to...


"Check this guy for drugs and weapons...!"
	The police officer walking by looked surprised [as did Marvin and
Maleece], but did as told as he ordered Marvin to spread his legs and place
his arms up behind his head. Marvin gave Malik a dirty look as Malik backed
away, giving the officer room to maneuver.
	He began by patting down Marvin's sides, hips, thighs, and legs for
weapons. Then he traced his heads up on the inside, feeling up into his
crotch. Malik could see Marvin's dick bulge starting to stir and lengthen
as the officer felt around. The cop felt Marvin's steel pier also, but
ignored it, knowing it wasn't the lethal weapon he was searching for.
	Marvin glared at Malik when his dick grew, knowing Malik couldn't
take his eyes off it. Then the officer started to roam through Marvin's
pockets, and PAYDIRT...


"Narcotics!" called the officer, showing Malik a handful of Marijuana
packets.


"Arrest him!" ordered Malik, walking towards the side exit.


"Awe I don't fuckin' b'lieve this shyt...!" complained Marvin, as his hands
were being cuffed behind his back. "MALIK...! Really...?!" he asked, as
Malik disappeared out the backdoor.



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	Malik practically RAN outside for some fresh air. He stood in the
parking lot, staring up at the sky as if praying for answers and
strength. Maleece walked out the side exit to find his partner in dire
straits. "I know that wasn't easy for you..." he said, knowing Malik needed
all the encouragement he could get without McConnell around.


"You THINK...?" asked Malik, sarcastically.
	The two men looked at each other, then started laughing... "I
thought Marvin's head was going to explode when I told that officer to BOOK
him!"


"I thought WE were gonna have to taser his ass...!" joked Maleece. "How BIG
is that mother fucker anyway...? 6'2"...?"


"6'1"..." answered Malik. "...200 pounds of rock solid muscle though...!"
he added, as if fantasizing.


"uh-huh..." said Maleece suspiciously, as if reading Malik's
thoughts. "WHAT made you arrest him?"


"I KNEW Marvin had gone back to drug dealing..." answered Malik. "...and I
KNEW he would be arrogant enough to walk up into a Precinct with narcotics
or a weapon on him, figuring I'd have his back...!"


"HIS mistake I guess, eh...?" chuckled Maleece. "Well..." he added, patting
his partner on the back... "...guess you'll be hiding out with me and Jake
for a while...! Cuz if Marvin gets out, he's definitely gonna come looking
for you!"



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WEST PHILLY


	Living 2 lives isn't easy. On the one hand, DeWayne Wright and his
wife Dedra were honored at The Black Businessmen Association for their
string of barber shops and spas. They found themselves shaking hands with
the city's current mayor, as well as other prominent black politicians and
businessmen being honored at the celebration. All the while on the other
hand, they doubled as 2 of the city's biggest drug lords, bringing in
nearly 100x the revenue of their legal businesses.
	Precious few know that the celebrated couple were responsible for
half the drugs floating through the city. As one of the Heads of The
Underground [a league of drug dealers posing as legal businessmen], DMoney
was arguably the most powerful drug dealer in Philadelphia, with
territories reaching from North Philly, to West Philly, Southwest, as well
as the Northeast. Of all the neighborhoods in the area, only South Philly
was off limits, with a long time claim from The Italian Mafia. Before his
death, Whinny [The POOH] Graham made a deal with The Vincelli Family to
allow distribution of his narcotics in South Philly [particularly Roswell
Heights, a black community within the white/Italian neighborhood], with The
Vincelli's making a substantial profit. It's a deal that still stands in
place, greatly in part by DMoney's biggest rival: Winston Sinclair [aka
KANE].
	KANE however in turn, had branched out to DMoney's wingman [KOBE]
to distribute a new brand of narcotic called: FUC into Money's
territories. Money saw FUC as a dangerously unstable drug, which would
eventually ruin their cliental and devastate any neighborhoods dumb enough
to push it. Money had no idea that his trusted wingman is working deals
with his rivals behind his back, but it was Kobe's intentions to take
Money's job as CEO and Head of the Underground, leaving Money with nothing
but his shops.


	Kobe sat by Money's side at the celebration luncheon, sharing in
the moment as his bosses took to the stage to receive their plaque, and
gave an overwhelming heart wrenching testimony about the struggle of black
business owners in corporate America.
	All the while Money and his wife were on stage, Kobe sat at their
table with a hardon, imagining the next time he'd get his dick up his
boss's ass. When the couple came back to their table [after a roaring
applause], Money sat next to his wingman while his wife showed the plaque
off to her neighboring guests. Kobe took that opportunity to guide Money's
hands down under the table to the stiff log he had growing in his suit
pants. Money tried to act casual above the table [smiling, talking,
interacting, etc...], while groping Kobe's monster erection
underneath. Neither man gave any indication to what they were doing as Kobe
acted nonchalant while his dick pulsed and throbbed with genuine
excitement.


"So wussup...?" he whispered to Money, ready for some action.
	Money reached into his pocket and pressed the ringer on his cell
phone. Dedra heard the familiar jingle, as Money placed the phone to his
ear...


"Sorry baby, I gotta take this..." he said, excusing himself.


"No problem baby, handle your business...!" she said, as he gave her a
quick kiss before dashing out into the hall.


"I'd better see if everythin's okay..." suggested Kobe, getting up to
follow him out [with Dedra's blessings].
	The 2 men met in the hallway, but it was a big luncheon and there
were people everywhere. Darting into the restroom or stairwell was far too
risky, so Money got the idea to use the limousine service they arrived in.
	Stepping outside, they found the limousine stand where their driver
[and other hired drivers for the night] parked and gathered. Money
explained to his chauffeur that he and his assistant had an urgent business
meeting to discuss over phone conference, and needed the privacy of the
limo without being disturbed. The driver looked at the 2 virile black men
[dressed auspiciously in dark suits and ties], and bought their story hook,
line, and sinker.


	Money and Kobe climbed into the back of their limo, then started to
feel and grope each other like 2 eager teens on prom night. Money tried to
kiss as Kobe coldly pulled away, avoiding the sexy man's lips as he
unzipped his pants and freed his erection for sucking.
	Taking the hint, Money went down on Kobe's prize possession,
kissing and suckling the bullet shaped head before taking as much of the
centerpiece into his mouth as possible. Kobe leaned back against the
leather seats and watched his drug boss go down on his dick. `If only Kane
and the guys could see me now...' –he thought to himself as Money
stretched his lips to swallow as much of his crank as he could without
choking.
	Money [having serviced the drug lord POOH sexually for some time]
was no novice to sucking dick. POOH had a commanding 10.5" wrist thick
dick, and wanted the entire prick sucked when he wanted head. Money had to
learn how to eat POOH's dick to POOH's liking, or choke on his own vomit
trying. Eventually Money learned how to house most of POOH's outrageous
python, which in turn enhanced his suck skills tremendously. Money never
saw himself as a receiver sexually, but the void created by Pooh caused his
body to crave something different every now and then, something fucking his
wife or some wayward dealer up the ass couldn't cure. Knowing he had a
street image to uphold, he was very selective about WHO he'd allow to fuck
him, knowing they had to have earned his trust.


	Kobe watched Money swallowing his dick nearly to the root without
choking, and figured Money HAD to be some big time undercover fag to
accomplish such a feat. What REAL thug knows how to eat dick like a
prostitute? Kobe grabbed the back of Money head, then started force bobbing
him up and down in his lap, making him pick up the pace and depth of his
suck.
	Money liked Kobe's aggression as he suddenly started to take charge
of the show. He allowed Kobe to fuck his face, speeding the dick between
his lips as the dick started to penetrate his throat. Kobe watched as
saliva escaped Money's mouth, drooling down the sides of his strong prick
to mingle in with his balls. Kobe forced Money's head all the way down in
his lap, making him deep throat as Money's face pressed into his groin, his
lips down around the base of his dick.
	Money held the dick in his throat for several seconds, until his
body began to reject the steely object as he started to lurch. Money pulled
back abruptly, lifting OFF Kobe's dick as the spit wet prick swung free,
shifting from side to side as if it might suddenly topple over...


"Yo, wussup...? You tryinna CHOKE me or somethin'...?" asked the handsome
man [wiping his wet mouth off on his sleeve].


"Naw..." said Kobe, reaching down to undo Money's pants. "...I just can't
wait to git into that ASS!" he stated, pulling at the waistline.
	Money lifted his ass, allowing the pants to be pulled down around
his ankles as his own 8.5" erection spilled out into the open. Kobe lifted
Money's legs, rolling them up over his head to expose his ass. Without any
lubricant, Kobe knew he would have to use his saliva to get into Money's
hot ass. Money watched as Kobe licked his lip, then lowered his head into
his ass, wedging his face between the firm cheeks as he began licking and
sucking the hot hole.


"Fuck man...eat that ass..." moaned Money, feeling his wingman's tongue
washing over his pucker. His own dick remained hard over his head as his
ass was eaten. He could look up between his parted knees and see the top of
Kobe's head from the eyes up. The two men stared at each other as their
lusts began to grow. Money loved seeing Kobe's face buried in his ass,
feeling his tongue working over his asshole as he prepared to fuck it
soon. Kobe loved seeing Money in submissive positions, on his back with his
legs lifted in missionary position like a woman. He watched Money's eyes
glaze over as he got his pussy ate, knowing his tongue was making the drug
boss crave his dick.
	Kobe lifted his face from Money's ass and positioned his erection
between the spit wet cheeks. Rubbing the head against the moist anus, he
aligned his mouth over the asshole and drooled more saliva down onto the
target, saturating it in spit before pressing his dickhead into the hole.
	Money felt the dick pushing into him, stretching his anus open as
it slipped and slide into him. He closed his eyes and concentrated to
trying to relax his anal muscles, knowing it would make for easier
fucking. He stroked his dick casually as Kobe moved into him, pressing his
pubic bone against his ass and grinding inwardly, churning his meat around
in the boss man's gut.


"Shit that's tight..." moaned Kobe, loving how Money's anal ring snapped
shut around his embedded dick to hold him inside.
	Without waiting, he started pulling back and thrusting forth,
fucking the boss's ass as he drove himself in and out. Money could feel the
dick starting to move through him, even as he continued to close his eyes
and stroke himself. Kobe definitely had a knack for scratching Money's itch
as he felt the dick moving in and out of his rectum.
	Kobe pulled Money's pants and underwear off at the ankles to free
his legs, then pushed them apart as he leaned in over Money's prone torso
in pushup position. Money unbuttoned his dress shirt and pulled his tie
aside [exposing his killer abs and chest] so his clothes wouldn't get
messed up when he came. He looked up into Kobe's eyes as the wingman
continued to stare down at him, alternating watching Money's facial
expressions and watching his dick disappear up his ass.
	The 2 men knew they didn't have long to fuck [they never did in
their line of work and lifestyles], as they seriously got down to business.


	From outside, the driver [who had been chatting it up with the
other limo drivers] happened to look back and notice his limo starting to
rock back and forth. Excusing himself, he gingerly walked over to the
limousine, and listened.
	Inside he could hear mild groaning and grunting. He tried peeking
in though the tented windows, but couldn't see anything and didn't want to
risk being caught as a Peeping Tom, so he backed off.


	Kobe and Money had no idea they had attracted anyone's attention,
they simply kept right on fucking as Kobe rested on his arms [as stilts],
ramming his hips into Money's ass repeatedly as he drove his dick home with
every thrust.
	Money took every stroke like a champ, his body quickly absorbing
the powerful impacts of Kobe's hips as they slammed into him over and over,
driving his dick straight through his bowels. Money held his own legs up
and open on either side of Kobe's pumping hips, his ass the perfect cushion
as Kobe's pelvic bone slapped into him again and again. Money stroked his
own hard dick, manipulating himself into believing he was fucking as his
fist stroked repeatedly over the sensitive head and shaft. His body
accepted Kobe's dick as it slid frantically through him, stretching out his
anus with every inward thrust.
	Kobe could feel his lust building as he fucked, his 9" erection
sank through Money's tight clinging anus with a lot of friction. Without
sufficient lubricant, he could feel every hair on Money's hole as the anal
ring squeezed and tightened about him with a chokehold. At one point it
became so dry that Kobe had to pull out and add more spit.


	Money took advantage of Kobe's withdraw to get down on his hands
and knees between the seats, presenting his ass for more fucking in doggy
position. Kobe spit into his palm to moisten his erection while Money spit
onto his fingers to wet his anus from between his legs. Kobe got into
position behind him, sinking his erection back inside. Money felt the dick
sliding through him, taking control of his body again as Kobe's big hands
wrapped about his waist, pulling him back into him.
	After grinding against Money's ass [churning his dick home], Kobe
began fucking, pulling back and pushing forth, sliding in and out as he
resumed his pace. Money held his balance on one hand, while stroking his
own erection with the other. He could feel Kobe pulling on his waist,
fucking his ass from behind, the added saliva causing for a smoother fuck
as it slid though the gripping anal muscles.
	Money felt the dick sliding through his ring, battering against the
anal muscles until they finally gave up fighting and simply started sucking
the shaft. He could feel Kobe pulling back until only the head remained
inside, before shoving back through and fucking him deep. The deep probing
thrusts sent electric jolts through Money's innards, causing a positive
reaction in his loins.


"UHHH YEAH..." moaned Money, as his dick started to throb in his stroking
fist. He parted his knees further and crouched down closer to the carpeted
floor of the limousine, giving his fucker deeper access into his roost as
he pumped his fist along the head and shaft of his pulsating dick. Kobe
could feel Money's asshole starting to manipulate his thrusting dick,
sucking him firmly as he pushed in and out. "...FUCK..." cursed Money as
his lifted up on one hand, hosing his load out all over the floor
carpet. "UUURRRHHHHHHHH...!!"
	Kobe could FEEL Money's asshole seizing up on his dick, the anal
muscles gripping him tighter as he continued to fuck, squeezing through the
flexing hole as the anal ring clamped down in spasmodic rhythm.


"Shit..." cursed Kobe, feeling Money's asshole pulsing around him as he
thrust. He knew he wouldn't be able to hold off coming with Money's pussy
sucking him off so grandly. Kobe gripped his boss's hips tighter as he
fucked, hammering hard into his backside as he pounded his way through the
backdoor until his own dick swelled in size and started shooting out pulse
and pulse of thick white liquid... "UUURRRHHH SSSHHHHIIITTTTTTTTTTTT...!!"
he cried, coming hard as the sperm wrenched from his body like thorns
shooting through his urethra. "AARRHHHHHH...!" he screamed as he fell
against Money's back, both men collapsing to the floor as Kobe's dick
pulsated and pumped fresh nut into Money's bowels.
	Money could feel Kobe's heart pounding against his back as he laid
flat on top of him, draining his dick off inside him. He waited until Kobe
gathered enough strength to pick himself up, withdrawing from his ass as he
found a seat and started redressing. Money followed suit, as he lifted his
body from the floor of the limo, then found a towel to clean himself off.


"How do you DO it...?" asked Kobe, watching Money wipe the cum from his
dick and ass crack before sliding into his draws and pants.


"Do what...?" asked Money curiously, wondering what his bul was talking
about?


"How do you come out here in the middle of an event with your WIFE...get
fucked by another MAN, then walk back into the party like nothin' ever
happened...?" questioned Kobe, wondering how Money pulled off being a homo
for so long without the whole world knowing it?
	Money chuckled...


"Men's been doin' THAT forever...!" he said, fastening his pants. "How many
times have a nigga slipped outta house to score with his girlfriend, then
slip back IN without his women knowin' where he been...? Its fuck-rule
101!" he laughed.


"But I ain't yur girlfriend..." corrected Kobe, causing Money to look over
at him as he slipped back on his shoes...


"No..." answered Money, NOW seeing where Kobe was going with his
question. "...but it holds the same principle...!" he added.


"You don't feel FUNNY goin' back to yur WIFE after just gettin' butt fucked
by another dude...?" asked Kobe, getting personal.


"Naw..." answered Money. "...cuz I know 9 times outta 10, I can whop the
nigga's ass I LET fuck me if I had to...!" he clarified, shutting Kobe
up. "Listen..., don't think just cuz I let you do what you do to me, that I
ain't the same guy I was BEFORE..., cuz I am! We can continue goin' forward
like we are, occasionally messin' around when the feelin' strikes..., OR we
can go back to where it was, with you just bein' my wingman and nothin'
more...! Which do YOU want...?"


"I'm cool with fuckin' around...!" answered Kobe, realizing he was about to
lose out on more ass.


"Okay..." said Money, opening the back door before exiting. "...so let's
get back IN there and finish celebratin'...!" he smiled, taking the lead as
he and Kobe went back into the Hall.
	The driver watched the 2 men disappear back into the building, to
finish eating their expensive food and champagne while he waited outside
for them to decide to leave. He didn't know exactly WHO DeWayne Wright was
when he picked him up for his gig, but he knew he was a prominent
businessman with his own set of shops and money. He climbed into the back
of the limo to investigate the area, and quickly found a wet stain on the
carpet that wasn't there before. A quick analysis with his nose confirmed
the stain to be semen, leaving him to believe the 2 straight men he drove
into the celebration tonight, wasn't quite straight at all as his mind
began to wonder just how much money he could get out of them to keep his
mouth shut...?



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aka EUGENE MARVIN
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