Date: Sun, 8 Sep 2013 14:48:18 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Granny's Dyke Daughter (lesbian/adult youth, oral anal, g/g.., g/FFF)

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             A Granny's Dyke Daughter
                      By
                     Jan

	I must admit that sex always fascinated me.  I
was checking out the crotches of my girl playmates as
far back as I can remember.  By the time I was in
first grade I was pulling down the panties of my
playmates and playing with their pussies.  I had been
caught and punished for my behavior several times
but couldn't stop.  There was only one woman in the
neighborhood that didn't get upset with my behavior -
that was Mrs. Hattie Williams.

	This woman was actually old enough to be my
grandmother.  She was a sweet looking woman that
was only about five-foot two, light brown hair that
was just starting to turn gray.  She had hazel eyes
that twinkled when she was being mischievous.  She
had large comforting breasts, and a round tummy.
Everything about her was comforting.  As sweet
looking as she was, she was able to cuss as good as
any drunken sailor.  She was a widow with five grown
children.

	She had three sons that were married and had
children of their own.  One of her daughters was also
married with children.  The youngest daughter was
not married and lived with her mother.

	I used to visit Hattie regularly just to talk to
her.  She was the kind of woman I wished was my
grandmother or even mother.  She spoke frankly with
a risqué vocabulary.  We would sit in her kitchen
drinking tea or coffee, while I told her about my
latest run-in with my parents and my inability to
please them.

	Hattie never condemned me for my inability to
behave properly.  Whenever I told her about some
girl's parents catching me inspecting their crotches
she didn't reproach me for my conduct.  She told me
that her youngest daughter, Roberta, was a
confirmed lesbian.

	I had been called that by my parents and the
parents of the girls I had been caught playing with.  I
didn't know what the word meant, but was sure it was
not nice.  I was eleven years old when I read about
what lesbians were in a book dedicated to sexual
psychology.  After reading several clinical studies
about lesbian behavior I assumed I was a lesbian.

	I asked Hattie, "Did you punish Roberta for
being a lesbian?"

	Hattie said, "I did punish her at first, but
eventually I gave up and accepted the fact that she
was not going to change.  I figured it was better to
allow her to bring home her girlfriends, than to drive
her way.  If she brought her girlfriends home I knew
she wasn't doing drugs, and having sex with unclean
girls."

	Most of the time when I was visiting Hattie,
Roberta was upstairs sleeping.  I found out she was a
bartender in a lesbian bar.  I rarely saw her, and that
was usually when she was going off to work.  Normally
I didn't have much of a look at her as she headed for
the door on her way to her car.  It was not until
summertime that I ever saw her bare arms.  She had
on a tank top over jeans.  I thought it was weird to
see a girl with tattoos on her arms.  Another time I
saw her heading out the door with another girl about
her age, and I assumed that was her girlfriend.

	Hattie told me, "That's Roberta's latest
girlfriend.  I like her, because she is so sweet.  She is
such a nice looking girl, dresses like a college girl; no
one would ever suspect that she is a lesbian if you
didn't see her with a dyke like Roberta."

	It was strange listening to Hattie talk about
her own daughter being so openly gay, but I was used
to her salty language.

	It surprised me when she casually said, "If you
want to find out if you're a lesbian you should get to
know Roberta.  It wouldn't take long for you to find
out if you really are into pussy."

	It embarrassed me to have Hattie tell me that
her daughter could help me find out if I truly was a
lesbian.  It did make me think about the prospect of
having sex with an older woman.  Roberta was an
attractive woman, even if she looked like she could
handle herself in a street fight.  I knew that she had
every other Sunday off along with Mondays.

	I knew that she woke up between 10 or 11 am on
Sunday mornings, so I made a point to visit Hattie
the next Sunday morning before 10 am.  I was having
coffee with Hattie when Roberta made her
appearance, still a little sleepy.  All she had on was a
black T-shirt with a silk screen picture of K.D. Lang
on a Harley Davidson with a sexy girl on the back
seat.  The T-shirt barely covered Roberta's crotch,
and from where I sat I could see the patch of dark
brown pubic hair every time she lifted her arm to
take a drag on her cigarette.

	Roberta simply went to the stove to pour
herself a cup of coffee.  She brought it to the table
and put a couple of teaspoons of sugar in her cup.
While she stirred the coffee she looked at me, "Your
name is Carla, isn't it?"

	All I said was, "Yeah."

	"Mom tells me that you think you are a lesbian!
If you're serious about wanting to discover if you are
or not, and promise not to say anything I'm willing to
help you find out.  If you tell anyone, I could go to jail
for a long time!"

	"I placed my hand on top of hers and said, "I
promise that I will never tell anyone about what you
teach me!"

	Roberta took my hand and pulled me to my feet.
I looked at Hattie, and she had a sweet smile on her
face, as Roberta led me up the stairs.

	When we entered Roberta's bedroom I saw that
the bed was unmade.  Roberta told me, Take off your
clothes, that way you can never say I forced you!"

	All I had on was a faded brown T-shirt with the
two letters of the M & M brand of candy emblazoned
on the front right where my breasts were starting to
bud.  My light tan cut-off jeans were so short that
the front pockets showed below the frayed legs.  I
used my toes to kick off my cross trainer shoes, and
ankle socks.  I pulled the shirt over my head and
tossed it aside.  I pulled open the button of my pants
and pulled down the short zipper.  My jeans were as
tight as a second skin.  My panties were old but they
were so tight that they crept up between my labia
major, creating that popular cameltoe look!
Afterwards I sat on the bed.

	The bed was still warm from Roberta's body and
smelled of her body.  She was not the type to wear
perfume, but she smelled like soap, booze and sweat.
I sat there watching Roberta pull that faded T-shirt
over her head.  She had rather small breasts for a
woman her age.  I figured they were only a B cup.
Her areolas were almost as large as her breasts.  The
nipples were large though.  She was a slender woman,
with wide hips.  Daylight passed between her thighs
even when she had her legs closed.  The dark brown
pubic hair was thick, and when she lifted her arms I
saw that there was plenty of underarm hair.  I
couldn't help studying all of the tattoos on her body.
They were very colorful.  It was as if she were two
personalities fighting.  She had a portrait of a very
attractive girl on one shoulder.  Roberta told me that
she was her first love.  On the other shoulder was a
very colorful group of tropical flowers.  On her back
was a very pretty winged angel in a delicate robe.  On
her thigh was an evil looking dragon in dark shades of
black.  There was a geometric black tramp stamp on
the small of her back.  I wondered why she would
want so many tattoos on her body.  Roberta
volunteered to tell ne each tattoo was to
commemorate an event in her life.  The dragon was
when she caught her first love fucking another
woman.  She also told me that her friends call her
Rob.

	It seemed appropriate that she use a male
name, even if she didn't really look like a man.

	Rob sat on the foot of her bed facing me with
her legs crossed in front of her like a sitting Buddha.
With her legs spread like that, her pussy was spread
a little, and I could see her clitoris showing through
her parted pubic hair.  She saw where my eyes were
drawn, and said, "I will teach you how to please a
woman, baby!"

	She took me into her arms and hugged me while
she kissed me on the mouth.  She captured my tongue
and sucked on it.  The kiss was enough to excite me
beyond my wildest dreams.  She eventually lowered
me onto the bed, so that she could make love to me.

	She ran her lips and hands all over my body,
while she told me how to kiss and suck on a girl's neck.
She told me that I would be able to feel the heart
beat through the carotid artery.  She was feeling my
small breasts while she sucked on my neck.

	It reminded me of all of the Dracula movies I
had seen.  I had thought those scenes were very
erotic and now her kiss was making me tingle all over.
She worked her way down to my little budding tits.
She sucked on my nipples until that felt like they
were about to bleed.  Right when I thought I was
going to squirt, she interrupted the action.

	I was about to beg her not to stop, when she
said, "Some women are into feet."

	She sat up and positioned herself at the foot of
the bed.  She picked up my right leg and told me,
"Some women like their toes sucked."  She started
sucking on my toes, before she licked the bottom of
my feet.  That tickled me so much I almost peed.
She did the same thing to the other foot.  Then she
felt my calf.

	"Some women enjoy the feel of lips on their
legs, especially the inside of their thighs."  With that
she kissed my calves, switching back and forth from
one leg to the other.  When she started kissing,
licking and sucking on my inner thighs I did pee a
little. She worked her way up my legs until she was
kissing the ligaments attaching my legs to my pussy
mound.

	She commented, "It has been a long time since I
tasted such a young pussy.  I love the look of your
pussy with the newly grown hairs!  Sucking pussy is an
art form all its own.  You will find that some women
have a clitoris no bigger than yours is now, and there
are some actually as large as a small boy's dick.  You
will find that sucking the inner labia into your mouth
and pulling on the skin will stimulate the woman as
much as actually sucking on her clit."

	When her lips actually touched my pussy I
squirted pee in her face.  I thought she would be
furious, but she lapped up my salty pee with gusto.
She captured my little clit between her lips by
pressing on both sides of my labia major, forcing my
clit to pop up.  She sucked on my clit hungrily until I
actually passed out.  It only lasted a short time, but
when I opened my eyes, she was hovering over me
kissing my eyes.

	I must say her bed was wet from my sweat.  I
felt like every muscle was made of lead.  It took all
of my energy to move my legs.  My breathing was
labored for a short while.  I wondered if I should
make love to Rob like she had just done to me.  When
I recovered I rolled over and kissed Rob on the
mouth.  I felt my slimy pussy juice all over Rob's face
and smelled the odor of my pussy.

	Rob simply wrapped her arms around me as I
started kissing her and sucking on her tongue.  Her
tits were not much bigger than mine but I did love
feeling them.  True to her word I felt the blood
rushing through her neck.  When she lifted her arm
out from under my head, I couldn't resist smelling her
underarm.  I licked the hair like she had licked my
pussy.

	I copied everything Rob had done to me.  I even
sucked her toes and the soles of her feet, before
nibbling on her inner thighs.  It was strange rubbing
my face against the first hairy pussy I had ever
kissed.  The hair was coarse and felt like I was
rubbing my face against steel wool to some extent.
By the time I had brought Rob to an orgasm my face
was rubbed raw enough to make my face red.  When
she recovered we eventually got dressed to rejoin
Hattie downstairs.

	Hattie had iced tea ready for us when we joined
her.  She was seated at the table with glasses placed
before the chairs for us.  She had that same warm
smile on her face that she had the other day.  While
we sipped our tea she casually said, "Honey, I think
you better wash your face before you go home.

	I'm sure I blushed.

	Rob placed her hand on my thigh and gave it a
good squeeze.  "Mom has been impatiently waiting to
find out if you have discovered if you are a true
woman's woman!"

	My eyes flittered between mother and daughter
to see if they were making fun of me.  They were
both smiling, but there was no animosity visible on
their faces.  I wasn't sure how I should respond.  All
I could say was, "It was the most thrilling thing I
have ever done!"

	"Does that mean you are going to come back for
more?" Rob asked.

	I was at a loss for words.  I didn't know what to
say, but I had to say something.  "I will come back of
course!"

	I did visit the bathroom to wash my face.  I saw
my face in the mirror and realized that my face was
still flushed from rubbing my face against Rob's
pussy.  All I could hope was that I wouldn't run into
my parents on my way back into my house.
Fortunately for me they were not home when I got
home.  By the time they got home my skin was back to
normal.

	The next morning I was up and dressed in the
same clothes I had on the previous day.  I was out
the door shortly after my parents were off to work.
I entered Hattie's back door as usual.  Hattie was
just making coffee when I entered.  She had on her
normal house dress with the light blue flowers
covering it.  The old house slippers made a shuffling
sound like the sound of sandpaper on wood as she
went about preparing breakfast.

	She greeted me with a warm hug and a kiss.  "Do
you want to have breakfast with Roberta and me?"

	"Yes, of course!"

	"Why don't you go up and wake up Roberta.  Be
sure and bring her down right away, breakfast will be
ready by the time you come down."

	I ran up the stairs and busted into Rob's
bedroom without knocking.  Rob was sprawled out on
the bed totally naked and the covers were kicked off.
I couldn't resist sitting on the side of the bed, and
tracing the outline of the dragon on her thigh and hip.

	That woke her up from a sound sleep slowly.
She opened her eyes and reached up to grasp me by
the shoulders and pulled me down to plant a wet kiss
on my mouth.  She had morning breath that was foul,
but after she kissed me for a while I didn't notice
the smell all that much.

	When we broke the kiss I told her, "Hattie has
breakfast ready, you need to put something on and
come down stairs with me."

	Rob stretched and slowly sat up.  She rubbed
her tits and crotch, "Don't you want to play with me
first?"  She tried to pull me down onto the bed.

	I resisted, "Your mother is making breakfast
for us.  Get up!"

	She eventually got up and led me into the
bathroom, so that I could watch her brush her teeth.
Of course she had to pee as well.  When she was
finished she stopped long enough to put on that same
T-shirt from the other day.  We went downstairs
together.

	The table was set for three and the kitchen
smelled of coffee, toast, eggs and bacon.  Hattie
asked me if I would like milk or coffee.  I opted for
milk this time, because we were eating.

	Hattie didn't say anything about the way
Roberta was dressed.  When she sat down on the
maple kitchen chair the T-shirt rode up almost to her
waist.  Her pussy was completely visible, along with
that dragon tattoo.

	There was the good morning greetings
exchanged, as Roberta poured herself a cup of
coffee and sweetened it.  Hattie brought us a platter
of buttered toast, and another platter of fried eggs
and bacon.  We each had a couple of eggs and strips
of bacon.

	They carried on a conversation as casually as if
this was the normal way they started their day.
Hattie eventually asked, "What are you going to do
with Carla today?"

	Roberta looked up at her mother with innocent
eyes, "I was thinking about showing Carla how women
fuck each other1"

	Hattie chuckled, "Don't talk so nasty!"

	Roberta took me by the hand and pulled me to
my feet.  She kissed me on the mouth in front of her
mother, and placed her hand on my butt as she
ushered me up the stairs.

	I heard Hattie filling the sink to wash dishes as
we headed up the stairs.

	When Roberta removed my clothes this time
she was pleased to see that I hadn't bothered to put
on panties.  I had even taken the time to shave all of
my pubic hair off of my pussy.  Rob couldn't resist
kneeling between my legs and sucking my pussy like
crazy.  When I cried out that I was cumming, she sat
back on her heels to watch my face as I had a strong
orgasm.

	While I recovered Roberta got up and retrieved
a couple of items from her bedside table.  There was
no mistaking what one item was, it looked like a flesh
colored cock at least seven inches long.  It was fitted
into a harness to strap the dildo to her body.  The
other item looked like a clear plastic potato masher
that tapered from a round blunt end to at least seven
inches around, then it choked down to about an inch
around, then flared out to form a base.  I had to ask
what that thing was.  She told me it was a butt plug.

	That bit of information had to be absorbed.
The name said so much but I couldn't believe anything
that big could fit in any asshole.

	Rob greased my pussy and asshole up with some
sort of lubricant.  She stepped into the harness and
tightened the straps up good and tight.  It looked so
strange to see a woman with a flesh colored replica
of a man's cock sticking out in front of her body.
Then she placed me on the side of her bed, and took
hold of my ankles and lifted my legs up like a mother
changing a baby's diaper.  Only she was not putting a
diaper on me.  She placed the tip of that butt plug
against the opening of my ass.  She twisted it as she
inserted it.  When my asshole stretched to
accommodate the plug it then closed in around the
tapered base.  There was no way that plug was going
to come out without a lot of effort.

	Tears were flowing out of my eyes, and down
the sides of my head making my ears wet.  Eventually
I got used to the thing in my ass.  When I stopped
whining about the plug Rob mounted me like a man
would, and shoved the rubber dildo into my vagina.
She fucked me slowly at first, but when I got used to
it she started fucking me faster and harder. Right
when I was getting close to cumming the bedroom
door opened and Hattie walked into the bedroom.

	There was nothing I could do.  I was impaled by
a large dildo and I wasn't sure that moving around
would cause me a lot of pain with that plug up my ass.
All I could do was lay there watching Hattie as she
unbuttoned her dress and opened it like a robe.

	I watched as she started rubbing her crotch
and massaging her breasts one at a time.  Her heavy
breasts sagged half way down to her waist.  She was
able to lift them one at a time and suck on her own
nipples.  She approached the bed, and while Rob
continued fucking me Hattie bent over my head and
her breasts brushed my face.  I opened my mouth and
took one of her nipples into my mouth and sucked on
it hard.  I was so carried away that I had several
orgasms in quick succession.

	The day was spent with Hattie and Rob taking
turns sitting on my face, or sucking my pussy.  They
also took turns fucking me.  I almost forgot about the
butt plug up my ass.  By the time I had to go home I
was exhausted.  The two of them even had to bathe
me in their tub.

	It was great that it was summer, because I
slept in the next day until noon.  I'm sure my mother
thought I was sick.  I was in no hurry to return to
Hattie's house right away.  I lounged around the
house resting while listening to music and reading an
erotic book about lesbian sex.

	When the sun started to set and the air cooled
off, I knew Rob would have gone to work.  I simply
told my mother that I wanted to visit Hattie, before
making my way to the back door.  I found Hattie
sitting in the air-conditioned living room, sitting in
her favorite chair, reading a book.

	She simple looked up, smiled at me and sat the
book down as she patted her lap.  I turned my back to
her and sat on her lap with my legs dangling over the
arm of the recliner.  Hattie wrapped an arm around
my waist, while she placed the other hand on the
inside of my thigh.  I wrapped both arms around her
neck and kissed her on the mouth.  We sucked each
other's tongue for a long time.  I also told her,
"Hattie, I do love you!"

	She unbuttoned the top of her house dress and
pulled both tits out for me to play with and suck on
her nipples, while she stroked my pantyless crotch.
She played with my hairless pussy and stimulated my
clit until I came.  I slid off her lap in front of her
chair.  I started unbuttoning her house dress from
the bottom while she started unbuttoning the dress
from where she had left off earlier.  When we got
her dress unbuttoned, Hattie flung her thick legs
over the arms of the chair and moved her butt to the
edge of the chair.  That placed her in a reclining
position.  I studied her pussy very carefully, by using
my hands to rub her pussy.  I found that her vulva
was puffy, she obviously didn't shave her hair, but
there wasn't a lot of hair down there.  She told me
that when she was younger there had been more hair.
Her pussy was moist and sweaty, and I could smell
her strong womanly odor.  It had the effect of
making my mouth water in anticipation.

	As I opened my mouth to taste my beloved
granny I looked up at her eyes, and she had a sweet
smile on her face.  She placed her hands on the back
of my head and pulled my head between her legs.  I
loved the taste of her salty flesh.  I made love to her
like I was praying before the alter of love.

	With Hattie's butt so close to the edge of the
chair and her legs draped over the arms of the chair
her buttocks were fully exposed, and there was only
the narrow perineum that separated her vagina from
her anus.  I couldn't resist smelling her asshole, after
that I licked her asshole.  My actions elicited an
immediate response from Hattie in the form of
obscene words demanding that I keep tongue fucking
her ass.  While she recovered from her orgasm,  I
had time to think about where we were going.

	I realized that if I kept spending so much time
with Hattie that my mother would eventually get
suspicious about what I was doing, if she wasn't
already wondering what I was up to.  It didn't take
long before my fears were confirmed.

	Dad often went fishing with his old college
buddies, and it wasn't very long before one of his
trips came up.  I didn't think much about it at the
time.  It never occurred to me that my mother would
invite Hattie over to talk to her about me.

	When I got home from school I had planned to
change clothes before making an excuse for visiting
Hattie after dinner, only when I entered the house I
heard voices coming from the kitchen area.  I
followed the sound to the dining area next to the
kitchen.  When I entered I saw Hattie and Mother
sitting at the table with coffee cups in front of them.
They were having a serious discussion, and my
entrance interrupted their conversation.

	Mom told me, "Honey, go change clothes and join
us!"

	I was filled with trepidation as I went to my
room and dropped my book bag.  I had planned to
change into shorts and tank top, without panties, but
I decided that would not be wise under the
circumstances.  I selected clean shorts and T-shirt
that would not offend my mother.  After putting my
school clothes in the hamper, I made my way slowly
downstairs to join them.

	I reluctantly took a seat at the table, and
waited for the boom to drop.

	Mother said, "Hattie and I have spent the day
talking about you."

	I thought, oh...here it comes.

	Mother continued talking, "I know that Hattie's
youngest daughter is a lesbian, and wanted to ask her
advice about your repeatedly being caught with your
hands in the panties of your playmates.  Hattie has
been very helpful.  She assures me that you may
change your ways as you grow older.  She told me
that her oldest daughter was the one to seduce the
younger one, but the older daughter changed her
ways when she discovered boys."

	I sat there stunned by the casual way Mother
was talking about sex to me for the first time.  I
kept looking back and forth at Hattie and Mom.

	Mom said, "Hattie has suggested that we allow
Roberta to introduce you to some women with
daughters that are into gay sex, that way we won't
have indignant parents crying for you to be arrested
for corrupting their daughters."

	I was stunned beyond belief, my mother was
actually suggesting that I meet other gay girls.  I was
stunned at the idea that I was going to be allowed to
party with girls my age.  I hardly heard the rest of
the conversation.  Eventually I understood that I was
going to be allowed to spend the night in Hattie's
guest room, and Roberta was going to visit Mom when
she got home after the bar closed.

	I was told to go upstairs and pack school clothes
for tomorrow and prepare to spend the night at
Hattie's because it would be embarrassing for
Mother to talk to Roberta with me in the house.

	When I returned downstairs with my book pack
in hand, it was obvious that Mother was nervous.
Hattie suggested that they play cards to pass the
time.  It was a good thing they were not playing for
money, because Mother's mind was not in the game.
They paused long enough to prepare dinner.  I did my
homework when they returned to their card game.

	When it was my bedtime, Hattie told me to go
next door and get ready for bed.  I went next door
and took a shower, brushed my teeth and went to bed
in Hattie's bed.  I was sound asleep, and hardly
noticed when Hattie got in bed with me.  I simply
wrapped my legs around one of her plump thighs and
placed my right hand on her left tit.  I was sound
asleep shortly after kissing her.

	Hattie woke me up with a kiss and a quick finger
fucking.  While I got ready for school Hattie made
breakfast for us.  My school day was a blur.  I went
right to Hattie's because Roberta was still visiting
Mother.  It was much later that I found out what
took place the night I slept with Hattie.

	Apparently after Roberta got home she
showered and changed clothes to get the smell of
alcohol and cigarette smoke off before coming over
to talk to Mother.  (I had slept through everything.)
Roberta was introduced to Mother by Hattie before
she came home to get in bed with me.  Roberta
assured Mother that if I were a lesbian it would not
be the end of the world.  I could have a lasting
relationship with someone of my choice if I wanted
that.  It took a while before Roberta could convince
my mother that the world would not come to an end if
I was gay.  Roberta suggested that my mother might
understand me better if she found out what it was
like to have sex with a woman.

	Mother eventually relented and agreed to try it.
They went to Mom's bedroom.  It must have been
embarrassing for Mother to undress in front of a
strange woman, but she managed to take her clothes
off.  I'm sure she was shocked to see all of the
tattoos on Roberta's body, and it must have been
disconcerting to see all of the body hair on Roberta.
I don't think my mother ever went three days without
shaving her legs and underarms.  From what I was
told Roberta made love to my mother the same way
she did me.  I wondered how my mother liked the way
Roberta licked her feet and sucked her toes.  At any
rate by the time Mother had her first orgasm she
must have been satisfied, but Roberta didn't quit
there, she made love to Mother again and again.  I
was told Mother had four orgasms before they fell
asleep.  They were still asleep when I got home from
school.

	Mother must have enjoyed her first lesbian
experience, because she had Roberta over every
minute she was not at work until my father came
home.  She never reprimanded me about sex again.

	True to her word Roberta did introduce me to
several women with young girls about my age.  There
was one in particular that became close friends with
me.  She was a year older than me, and we were in the
same school.  Mother never objected to me sleeping
over with her.  I'm sure she thought the two of us
were sucking pussy, but in reality I was sucking both
the mother's and daughter's pussy.

	One day when Dad was away on business I came
home from school to find Roberta in bed with
Mother.  They were both sweaty from having sex
with each other.  I was about to excuse myself and
leave, but Roberta stopped me.  When I came closer
they both reached out and took my hands.  They
pulled me towards them.  They had me sit between
them on the couch.  I sat there in wonder as they
undressed me.  That afternoon I felt the pleasure of
Roberta eating my pussy while my mother sat on my
face.

	I never looked back.  From that day on I never
feared bringing home a girlfriend to have sex with.
Sometimes I would bring home mothers and
daughters, so Mother could party with the three of
us.



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