Date: Tue, 9 Nov 1999 13:11:49 -0500 (EST)
From: Felix Lance Falkon <falkon@netaxs.com>
Subject: "Ungrateful Djinn" {Felix Lance Falkon} (MMM, science, fiction / fantasy)
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UNGRATEFUL DJINN (revised & expanded)
by Felix Lance Falkon
Danny trudged northwards along the beach, still furious at
being rebuffed by Steve, the muscular hustler at his usual spot
on the Santa Monica fishing pier. **I can so afford to pay him,*
Danny told himself, **but Steve wouldn't even quote a price, just
because I . . .* Suddenly all too aware of his own scrawny body,
Danny saw an ancient, barnacle-encrusted bottle half-buried in
the sand, kicked at it, missed, and fell on his butt. He yelped,
grabbed the bottle on his second try -- scarcely aware of the
barnacles digging into his palm -- and hurled it at a boulder
that poked out of the sand nearby.
Danny saw the bottle, barnacles and all, shatter to bits. He
watched a puff of black smoke swirl up from the shards of glass
and shell. Smoke? -- yes, a dark cloud of the stuff; and now, as
he watched, it shaped itself into a man-shaped, man-high pillar
of smoke.
Danny fell back, felt warm sand cushion his fall, and stared
at the broad-shouldered, thick-armed figure emerging from the
smoke. A moment later, a powerfully muscled man stood before
Danny, naked but for turban and loin-cloth.
``You aren't -- you didn't -- who **are* you?'' Danny asked.
The last of the smoke condensed onto the big man, who now
stood in sharp focus in the California sun. ``I am he of the
bottle, the djinn Kaliaz, released at last from durance in yonder
glass prison.''
``A -- a din? A jinny -- a **djinn?* With wishes and
stuff?''
``Were I grateful, yes,'' said Kaliaz. ``However, when
considering thy tardiness~ --''
``Tardiness?'' Danny swallowed hard and ran his tongue over
his irregular teeth.
``Know, O condemned one, that had thou released me from that
spell-sealed prison of glass in the first thousand years of my
captivity, I would have granted thrice three wishes and served
thee, hand and foot, for all the days of your life.''
``A thousand ~--''
``But thou -- but **you* released me not. Then, being
still not incapable of gratitude, in spite of thy -- of your
neglect ~--''
``I wasn't even **thought* of that far back!'' Danny yelped.
``So, in **spite* of that neglect, had you released me
during the **next* five hundred years, I would have granted three
wishes and served you for not a moment more. But still you
ignored my plight. And came you not, even in the two hundred
fifty years after **that,* when the reward was but a quart of
rubies. So now ~--''
Danny tried to keep from squeaking as he said, ``You -- you
mean, just 'cause I didn't let you go when I wasn't even born yet
-- and you and your stupid bottle were at the bottom of the
ocean, I don't get **any* reward?''
``Even less than that, for a mighty oath have I taken, that
whosoever ends my captivity after neglecting to do so for these
past millennia, so shall he -- now you -- serve me all the days
of his -- that is, your -- life.''
``You ungrateful ~--''
``Stop interrupting, O slave. Capable of gratitude am I, but
after such a delay, gratitude is unbefitting.'' The djinn put his
left hand to his loincloth and tore it off. ``As I was saying,
you shall now serve me and tend to my lusts, ever so often as my
shaft stiffens.'' With his right, he took off his turban,
releasing a shoulder~-length cascade of curly, jet-black hair.
Danny slowly licked his irregular teeth as he stared up at
the djinn's massive organs: impressively big balls, even in
comparison to the djinn's splendid physique, and a long, long
shaft that stiffened as Danny watched. He stood up, feeling his
knees quiver, looked from Kaliaz's rising virility to the djinn's
handsome, snub-nosed face.
``So; now I begin.'' Powerful arms reached for Danny; strong
hands grasped his shirt and trousers. The youth felt a jerk;
suddenly he stood naked in the ocean breeze, his clothes in a
heap off to one side. Dark eyes studied Danny's body, and
Kaliaz's nose wrinkled in an expression of distaste.
Danny dropped to his knees, felt them dig into warm sand as
he steadied himself with both hands on Kaliaz's thighs. With his
right hand, Danny reached up and cupped Kaliaz's balls, felt them
stir in their sack; with his left, he gripped the djinn's shaft.
Danny opened his mouth, engulfed the now-rigid shaft, and began
sucking.
``Ah, resigned to your fate you are -- are you -- whichever
way it is said.''
Danny heard a gasp, felt the djinn flinch.
``But -- perhaps I was too precipitate in blaming you for
your tardiness -- a bit of mercy, perhaps -- not so hard! -- your
**teeth* -- enough!''
Danny felt big hands seize his head. He sucked harder,
tightened his grip on the djinn's shaft; but Kaliaz's great
muscles were too strong for the youth; and Danny lay on his back
again, looking up at the djinn.
``That's not fair!'' Danny squealed, then tried to lower his
voice as he said, ``I know my rights. You said -- you sweared --
I mean, you swored -- you **swore* an oath and now you won't let
me t-take care of your s-shaft like you said I could.'' He winced
as he heard his voice go shrill again.
The naked, hard-cocked djinn winced too. ``There is that.
Would you rather trick me back into the bottle so we can start
this -- this arrangement all over again -- no, you demolished
that cursed bottle too thoroughly for even me to repair. Perhaps
you would accept a measure of gratitude instead of ~--''
**``Fuck* gratitude,'' Danny growled, and he got up on his
knees again. ``You said I had to service your mmmmmm ~--'' He
closed his mouth on the warm, hard prong again; but as he began
to suck . . .
. . . Kaliaz pushed Danny off again. ``Oath or no oath, I
shall not let you skin me alive because your teeth are all
jagged,'' the djinn growled.
Danny felt a moment of panic as strong hands gripped his
jaws and melted into and **through* skin and bone and teeth. Then
wonder took him as that interpenetrating touch reshaped the curve
of his jaws, shifted teeth into alignment, so that, for the first
time in his life, Danny's tongue found a smooth, even line of
hardness in each jaw. He tried to speak, but his mouth was still
filled with Kaliaz's hands.
``What are you trying to say?'' asked the djinn, withdrawing
his hands for a moment.
``There's a couple missing -- on the left, and -- urgle!''
Danny said as Kaliaz reached **into* Danny's teeth again.
``Now that I have started, perhaps some alteration of your
jaw -- these cheek bones just so -- there -- the ears, just a
little flatter -- that's it.''
Kaliaz's fingers moved down into Danny's neck; Danny
coughed, gagged, then sneezed. ``What are you **do*ing -- oh.''
He suddenly realized his voice had dropped an octave from its
former pitch.
``That is better. Before, your voice . . .''
``Yeah -- it was pretty bad. But -- uh -- what if somebody
sees us -- naked like this?'' Danny -- still on his knees --
looked around nervously, and saw that a swirl of fog walled him
and Kaliaz from the rest of the beach.
``No one shall wander through the mist I have wrapped around
us.'' The djinn frowned down at Danny. ``Your face and voice are
fine now, but the rest . . .'' He shook his head. ``One is better
served -- and serviced -- when the server is more pleasant to
one's eyes.''
``It isn't my fault that -- hey!'' said Danny, as Kaliaz
pushed the youth onto his back again and knelt beside him on the
sand. ``You -- you're going to do -- more to -- to me?'' Danny
felt the djinn's hands reshape and broaden Danny's chest and
shoulders.
``I have this tendency -- this habit,'' said the naked
djinn, as his fingers sculpted lean, hard muscle onto Danny's
chest, ``to completely consummate -- that is --'' He paused, took
a breath. ``I like to finish what I start. This, you must
understand, is strictly to enhance my pleasure -- I mean, it's so
I can enjoy the visual stimulus of -- of watching you service my
much-too-long-neglected lusts. As well, one does achieve status
from the appearances of one's servicer.''
``Yeah, sure,'' said Danny, a bit absently since his
attention was on his own, now-well-muscled chest and arms and
shoulders. A gymnast's physique was emerging from Kaliaz's hands,
lean and lithe, with every line and plane sharply defined. Danny
propped himself up, elbows pushing into the sand, watching his
legs being reshaped by the djinn, beginning with the calves and
working toward the thighs. Danny shifted his gaze to the djinn's
powerful physique -- studying the broad chest that tapered to
lean, narrow hips -- and stopped at the djinn's sexual equipment.
The thick prong was still half-hard, and temptingly close.
Danny put his right hand on that prong. Kaliaz grunted; now he
was working on Danny's hips. Danny grinned, ran his tongue over
the smooth, even curve of his teeth. Then, with a supple twist of
his now-muscular torso, Danny brought his head to Kaliaz's prong
and engulfed half its length.
``Wait -- I haven't achieved completion -- I'm not
**finished* yet,'' the djinn protested, but Danny clamped his
lips around the shaft and sucked hard. The shaft responded with a
swelling, stiffening surge. ``A moment more,'' said the djinn.
Danny sucked harder, began working his tongue on the mouthful of
warm meat. The djinn tried to detach Danny, but Danny's rebuilt
muscles overcame the djinn's token effort.
``Well, if you insist,'' said Kaliaz. ``I just have to
finish this -- and this -- and **this.''*
Danny sucked harder, felt the shaft stiffen to full
hardness. He kept on sucking that magnificent shaft as he felt
fingers sink into his own organs, kept on as the djinn finished
his work. Danny sucked even harder, bobbed his head faster and
faster as Kaliaz's hips began to pump.
A few more strokes -- two more -- another -- and the djinn
went rigid, every powerful muscle straining -- straining -- until
his shaft erupted in a sperm-squirting orgasm that went on and on
and **on,* while Danny hungrily drank down mouthful after
mouthful -- until, at last, he sucked the djinn dry.
``Wow,'' sighed Kaliaz, falling back onto the sand.
``Yeah,'' Danny said. He sucked the last of the slippery
cream from his teeth, swallowed, and took a deep breath. ``There
was quite a lot of it, too.''
``It **has* been a long time since . . . yes. But you were
so eagerly -- even hungrily -- servicing my shaft that, while
working on yours, I was perhaps carried away.''
Danny glanced down his lean-muscled torso to his own prong,
now stiffly erect. ``Wow -- I must be almost a foot long, easy,
and -- and ~--'' He slid his right hand down to grasp his shaft,
explored his testicles with his left. ``-- and balls to match.''
``Here, then; I will re-shape your ~--'' The djinn reached
for Danny's shaft, but Danny caught the djinn's thick wrists.
The youth opened his mouth to protest, then closed it as his
gaze met Kaliaz's. Kaliaz tried again; Danny tensed his own lean
muscles, holding his own yet realizing that, though stronger than
he had been, he was still no match for Kaliaz if the powerfully
muscled djinn really exerted himself. Danny started to word a
protest, then inspiration struck: he grinned, then asked,
``Jealous?''
``Well, I am at that.'' The djinn relaxed, pulled his hands
back, and rubbed his own long, thick shaft. ``You **are* somewhat
over-endowed now. Are you really sure that . . . ?''
Danny grinned. ``Lemme check something.'' He raised his
shoulders, tensed the hard ripple of abdominal muscles, curling
up his hips until his shaft thrust his glans into his mouth. He
licked the velvety skin for a moment, then tightened his lips and
applied suction.
After a moment, Danny uncurled himself, pulled his glans
from his mouth, and grinned at Kaliaz. ``I've always wanted to do
that,'' he sighed. ``It's perfect, just the way it is now.
Anyway, you're still an inch, maybe two, longer than me.''
Kaliaz nodded. ``Ah -- yes. But ~--''
Danny said, ``Come on -- try it yourself. Roll onto your
back -- that's it -- now curl your hips up and over, so -- that's
it -- so your hips are right over your head and shoulders. Okay
-- raise your head -- curl harder -- you got it!'' The youth
watched Kaliaz take his own glans, suck for a few strokes, then
straighten his torso and drop hips and legs onto the sand again.
``I never tried **that* before -- it'll take some getting
used to,'' Kaliaz panted. ``But now, while I'm recharging . . .''
``Yeah? Well look, stud; we gotta get a few things
straightened out.''
``You wish a token of gratitude for your servicing of my
shaft?''
Danny grinned. ``I had as much fun doing you as you had
getting done. Maybe even more. I have never, never -- **ever* --
swallowed a load like yours before. And you tasted better than
anybody else I ever sucked off -- good thing, too: I think I must
have swallowed a pint of your ball-juices. But we gotta get real:
living out here on the beach isn't going to hack it; I got a
place, but it's too small for both of us. We need a bigger place
to live **in* and more money than I'm earning now to live **on*
-- practical stuff like that, if I'm gonna take care of your
prong -- and the rest of you -- properly.''
``You talk; I'll suck.'' The djinn rolled onto Danny's legs,
chest muscles warm against Danny's thighs. Danny propped himself
up on his elbows to watch as, in one smooth slurp, the naked
djinn took Danny's shaft to the hilt. He sucked for a moment,
then pulled back. ``This way, I can listen but I can't ~--'' He
took Danny's shaft again, sucked hard, then released it, got up
on his knees, and seated himself astride Danny's thighs. The
djinn licked his lips, grinned, and said, ``I have a better idea;
I'll suck you off later. Right now, we both need to talk ~--''
Danny saw the fingers of Kaliaz's right hand close on a
bottle that materialized in mid-air -- a plastic bottle marked
SAE 20W-40. The djinn poured oil on his left hand, poured
more on Danny's shaft, then set the bottle in mid-air, where it
remained, as if on an invisible shelf. Fascinated, Danny watched
his rock-hard shaft being lubricated from glans to hilt.
``Now, in this position ~--'' Kaliaz rose up on his knees,
shifted himself toward Danny's head, and carefully impaled
himself on Danny's hard shaft. ``-- I can talk too.'' The djinn
plucked a towel from the air, carefully wiped his hands, and
draped the towel over the bottle. He settled himself onto Danny's
shaft and sucked his lean stomach into a concave ripple of hard
muscle. Danny felt powerful muscles squeeze his shaft, relax,
squeeze again. ``Well?''
``Wow,'' Danny sighed. ``But why **that* stuff? I
thought you'd go for something exotic, like ~--''
``I don't **make* things ~--'' Kaliaz gestured at the bottle
and towel. ``-- I just take what's close by, or I reshape
whatever -- and **who*ever's available.''
``Is that how you learned English? You're getting better at
it, too.'' Danny lay back onto the sun-warmed sand and slid both
hands over the taut layer of pectoral muscle that sheathed his
newly-broadened chest. He thrust his rigid prong up into the
djinn, who squirmed as Danny pulled back, thrust again. ``You
okay?''
Kaliaz nodded. ``How 'bout you?''
``I -- I haven't much room to -- you know -- go in and
out.''
``Want to get on top?''
``Sure,'' said Danny. ``Next time we can do it like this,
but . . .''
Still impaled on Danny's shaft, the djinn leaned forward,
caught the weight of his torso on his hands, then his elbows as
his chest settled down onto Danny's. With a squirm and a wriggle,
Kaliaz rolled their locked bodies onto their sides, then onto his
back with Danny on top. Kaliaz hooked his legs around Danny's
waist. Danny's hands, knees, and toes pressed into the warm sand;
his torso lay on the naked djinn's. Danny cautiously pulled back
till only the tip of his prong was inside Kaliaz, then slid
himself hilt-deep again.
``You -- you do go in deep,'' Kaliaz sighed. ``Nice and
deep.''
``Well -- I'll find out how that feels when **you* spike
**my* butt -- like I said, you're still longer and thicker than
me.''
Danny thrust again; Kaliaz met the thrust with a squirm of
his splendidly muscled torso. Danny settled easily into a slow,
deep-thrusting rhythm, going all the way in to the hilt of his
shaft with each stroke. He said: ``Even if you can't **build* us
a fancy Arabian- Nights-type palace, there are usually a few for
sale in Beverly Hills or Hollywood, but the prices are way out of
sight. I think we ought to aim for a two-bedroom place near the
beach.''
As Danny's shaft slid in and out, the impaled djinn said,
``Of course, I can collect money the same way I did the oil,
but ~--''
``That much money, all at once, the IRS would notice; and
it'd be kinda hard on the folks you take money from -- no, we
gotta get steady work, like . . .'' He grinned as inspiration
struck, and the djinn responded by squeezing Danny's prong extra
hard. Danny tried to hold back his coming eruption, and found --
to his surprise -- that he could.
``Like -- what?''
``Like what we're doing now, only with other guys, and
charge them for it. You take care of guys that go for big body-
builders, and I'll do guys that like the younger, lighter look.
As soon as the word gets around, we'll make all the money we need
**and* have all the sex we want, and --''
``-- we won't attract **too* much attention while we're at
it. Okay, then,'' said the naked djinn, meeting every thrust of
Danny's shaft, ``let's do it!''
``But first,'' said Danny, speeding his stroke, ``we gotta
finish this fuck.''
And they did: Danny came to a boil, erupted, and pumped
himself dry; he and Kaliaz uncoupled; and Danny found his prong
still hard, ready for another round.
``One problem,'' said Danny, as stood up and wiped himself
off with another towel the djinn had plucked from the air. ``Two,
actually: a place to take our customers, and customers to take
there. I think we need advice from an established pro. There's
Steve . . .''
``Steve?'' Kaliaz finished drying his own shaft, then made
both towels vanish.
``Steve. Works out and it shows. Acts like a real muscle-head
sometimes. He -- well -- he knows his way around, but . . . yeah,
let's talk to him.''
Kaliaz frowned for a moment, looking toward the fishing
pier. ``Built like?''
``Nice muscles, 'bout half-way between your size and mine.''
``Blond hair, dark roots?''
Danny nodded -- and suddenly Steve was **there,* naked, and
looking stunned. Danny said, ``Better get his clothes too,'' and
-- just as suddenly -- they appeared alongside him, then fell in a
heap on the sand.
``I'm -- I'm dreaming, right?'' asked the blond bodybuilder.
``Wrong,'' said Danny. ``This is for real. After you told me
to beat it, I found this bottle in the sand, and . . .''
When the story ended, Steve said, ``Hey, dude, I didn't
realize . . .''
**Realize what?`` asked Kaliaz.
``Just before we met, he just shooed me away without even
setting a price. So --''
``And you want me to punish him?'' Kaliaz flashed a smile
that Danny thought had too many teeth in it. ``I could make him
thin and scrawny, the way you were before, or even worse --''
``But -- but.'' Danny stopped, took a deep breath. ``Look,
if he hadn't done **that,* I wouldn't have tripped over your
bottle and smashed it, and you'd still be inside. And if you
hadn't gotten out, and . . .'' Danny slid his hands down his now-
well-muscled chest and on down to grip his rock-hard shaft. ``I'm
mad at him -- and at the same time, I'm grateful to him.
Besides . . .'' He studied the djinn for a moment. ``I'm supposed
to be servicing **your* lusts, not getting you to do things for
me -- hey! That's why you got bottled in the first place, isn't
it, hurting studs who didn't deserve it, just for the fun of
it?''
Kaliaz looked down, shifted his weight from one foot to the
other. ``Well -- yes.''
``And whoever bottled you might still be around. . . . Look:
no wishes, okay? Servicing you -- and getting serviced, yes.''
``Okay.'' Kaliaz looked up and met Danny's gaze.
Steve reached out cautiously, touched Danny's chest, turned
to Kaliaz, stroked the djinn's stiff cock, and turned back to
Danny. ``When I saw you before, you looked -- **any*way, I was
waiting for a john who wants me to set up a little orgy for him;
and if he'd seen you with me, the way you looked then, he'd think
-- you know. But now . . .''
``Did he show up?'' asked Danny.
``A few minutes after you left. It's all set for tomorrow.
Are you two dudes -- available?''
Danny and Kaliaz looked at each other. The djinn raised one
eyebrow; Danny nodded, turned to Steve, and said, ``Sure. Kaliaz
and me, we need work. And it'll take you and me both to keep him
out of trouble. You got a place?''
``Just up the beach. Plenty of room for you two dudes to
move in with me. Wanta take a look?''
``Of course,'' said Kaliaz. ``Let's go.'' He unwound his
turban, spread it out on the sand. ``All aboard; I'll -- what's
the word? -- drive; Steve, you point which way to go. Danny --''
``-- I'll grab our clothes --''
``-- and away we go.''
They went: Kaliaz sitting cross-legged at the front; Steve on
his knees, holding onto to Kaliaz's shoulders and giving
directions; then Danny, holding onto anything within reach. The
flying turban -- now a white, flying carpet -- soared into the
sea breeze, along the beach -- undulating a little as a cross-
wind caught it. Danny shivered as that wind whipped over his
naked body, held on tighter when they swooped down to an isolated
house overlooking the beach.
Inside Steve's house, Danny dropped their clothes on a chair,
along with the bottle of SAE 20W-40 oil. Kaliaz started to
rewind his turban, stopped, shrugged his powerful shoulders, then
folded it up and tossed it on the other clothes. Steve stopped in
front of a full length mirror, struck a pose, then turned to
Kaliaz and Danny.
``Maybe see how we -- you know. I mean, I'm not -- you know
-- that way; I only do it for the money, but --'' He glanced down
at his stiffening cock, took a deep breath, let it out in a long
sigh. ``Look, it's -- I mean, I've got a pretty good build -- I
wouldn't need as much work as -- as Danny here did, but -- but my
hair's getting a bit thin on top, and if I didn't have to bleach
it so often . . .''
Danny saw Kaliaz raise one eyebrow, then the other. The
naked pair grinned at each other, then at Steve, who licked his
lips nervously as Kaliaz reached for the bodybuilder's head.
``My pecs too -- that's it -- they're thick enough, but if
they came together -- yeah, that's it -- and a little tighter --
yeah,'' Steve said. ``And my abs -- more definition -- perfect.
And then -- down there -- hey, wow!''
And as Danny watched the djinn work, he felt his own still-
rigid shaft twitch. Kaliaz stepped back. Danny, suppressing a
nervous shiver, stepped forward, took Steve's cock in one hand,
his own in the other, bent both down to the horizontal, and
measured them against each other, side by side, tip to base.
``A perfect match.'' Steve gripped both cocks, squeezed, then
let go. ``I -- I owe both of you -- Danny, for -- you know --
chasing you away, and Kaliaz, for . . .'' Steve turned to the
mirror, patted his hair -- now blond to the roots -- touched his
chest, squeezed his cock. ``So. Now I gotta do something for you
dudes.''
Danny carefully licked his lips. ``Like what?''
``Like -- we oughta see how we -- how we -- you know -- fit
together. Practice for tomorrow.''
``Want to fuck?'' asked Kaliaz.
Steve nodded.
Danny licked his lips again. ``Who goes first?''
``I want to get spitted on both your cocks at once, even if
it fucking kills me.''
``Well, okay,'' said Kaliaz.
Danny grabbed the SAE 20W-40 from the pile of clothes;
Steve scowled, picked up a bottle from a table, and said, ``This
stuff's better. Here.'' And in a moment, Steve lubed both
Kaliaz's and Danny's prongs. A moment more, and Kaliaz had
stretched himself out on the rug, on his back.
As Danny watched, his own now-slippery shaft in hand, Steve
knelt astride Kaliaz's hips, facing the djinn's feet, slowly
impaled himself on Kaliaz's shaft, and then lay back into
Kaliaz's arms. Steve squirmed, relaxed, and said, ``Okay so far.
Danny?''
Danny climbed aboard, eased his quivering prong under Steve's
massive balls and into the squirming bodybuilder. Half-way in,
Danny asked, ``Well?''
``Wow. You all the way in yet?''
``Nope. Here goes.''
``There's -- there's a lot of you -- aaah!''
Danny said, **``Now* I'm all the way in.'' He felt Steve
clamp down hard and then relax, felt Kaliaz's shaft slide against
Danny's own as the djinn pulled back half-way, then went all the
way in again while Danny pulled his own shaft back.
``You still okay?'' asked Kaliaz.
``Sure am.'' Steve squirmed, wrapped his arms around Danny's
chest, and pulled Danny close. ``This -- this feels almost good
enough to make me turn queer.''
``Yeah? You're so tight -- and Kaliaz's cock rubbing against
mine -- inside you -- like you said, `Wow!' ''
``Don't hold back, dudes, fuck me hard.''
``Yeah?'' Danny speeded his stroke, feeling Kaliaz match
him, thrust for thrust. ``Maybe -- 'stead of you fucking us --
one at a time -- you and I -- do Kaliaz together -- and then --
I get fucked by you two.''
``Sounds good to me,'' said the djinn.
``Likewise,'' panted Steve. ``We got all afternoon -- to
find out -- whether **getting* double-fucked beats fucking a dude
whose already spitted on somebody else's spike.''
``Yeah!'' Danny took a deep breath, felt another load coming
to a boil down in the roots of his shaft. ``And if **that*
doesn't make you turn queer, Steve, nothing will.''
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