Date: Mon, 19 Sep 2005 15:32:30 -0700
From: Star Stevenson <starsapphire_34@hotmail.com>
Subject: Street Angels Chapter two    Lebian  Adult/Youth

STREET ANGELS
Copyright 2005 by StarSapphire. All rights reserved.

Chapter Two

As Yvonne entered Barbara's penthouse she was overwhelmed by the huge
picture window view of the ocean many stories below that greeted her as she
walked through the doorway and exited from a short angled hallway. Looking
around she also felt a little intimidated by the understated luxury that
surrounded her. Everything just oozed quality, from the original colorful
oil paintings on the walls to the dark walnut furniture and pearl white
upholstery. Elegant, that was the word for it. Barbara's place was elegant
much like Barbara herself, Yvonne decided.

"Gosh," Yvonne exclaimed. "You must be rich!" words she instantly regretted.
"I mean, sorry, you're place is so beautiful! I've never seen a place like
this before," she said gazing around with awe and wonder in her bright blue
eyes.

Barbara laughed. "Yes I suppose it is. I've never seen it through the eyes
of someone else like you before." she realized. "It makes me appreciate what
I have all over again. So thank you for your compliment honey. Do you like
the view?" she asked Yvonne, guiding her over to her floor-to-ceiling
tempered glass picture window as she remembered sharply her own despondency
and total disinterest in this same view just a few short days ago.

"It's awesome!" Yvonne exclaimed as she felt Barbara's hand and arm rest
comfortably on her shoulders as she stared out at the magnificent panorama
of nighttime city lights reflecting off the ocean. They ringed the bay like
a multi-colored jewel necklace and lit the sky up behind them with a warm
green fading to dark blue and on into black. Then Yvonne felt herself
getting warm flashes from the intimate but very welcome contact with her new
friend, feeling Barbara's breast lightly pressing into her shoulder as she
continued to hold Yvonne to her side. A physical excitement began stirring
deep inside her.

"I think maybe we should talk," Barbara said gently. "But first I'll make us
a snack, would you like that?"

"Yeah, I'm kinda hungry and I'd, well, like to talk if that's okay,"

"Of course it is. Now sit back and relax. I'll only be a few minutes,"
Barbara said as she walked off to the kitchen and began preparing some
tomato sandwiches, cookies and ice cream.

As Barbara worked away in the kitchen Yvonne took stock of her feelings,
aside from the ones she knew she had to acknowledge and then release, those
horrible emotions from her past. The fact was that Barbara turned her on,
only it wasn't just a sexual thing Yvonne knew, it was love. She was falling
head over heels in love with this beautiful, rich, kind and yes, sexy woman
and that scared her.

Barbara had said she loved her, but what had she meant by that? Was it a
kind of motherly love or did she feel the same way Yvonne did? She simply
didn't know and this made her uneasy and afraid to take any action that
might provide her with the answer, dreading the pain and loss she'd feel if
she were rejected.

Yvonne decided to keep her feelings about Barbara to herself for now but
that was hard when the object of her passionate affection entered the room
carrying a tray full of sandwiches and snacks. She looks so marvelous, she
thought as she took in the tight lines of Barbara's clothing and then got a
peek down her blouse when she bent over to rest the tray on the coffee
table. Yvonne blushed and hoped that Barbara hadn't noticed her staring at
her cleavage.

Barbara had indeed noticed and a frisson of excitement ran through her when
she realized the young girl in front of her had just checked out her boobs.
Careful, Barbara told herself. That isn't why you brought her home. The girl
is much too confused and befuddled right now to know what she wants sexually
or otherwise and I must be the adult here. One wrong move and I could lose
her for good, she thought anxiously.

After making sure Yvonne felt comfortable helping herself Barbara sat down
beside her on her large plush white couch. "So what would you like to talk
about precious? Would you like me to ask questions or do you just want to
tell it all to me while I just listen. Either way is fine with me," Barbara
offered. "And hey, I'm a lawyer. Anything you tell me is completely
confidential, so don't be afraid," she laughed lightly. "And I'm probably
unshockable. Nothing you tell me is going to change the way I feel about you
sweetheart, okay?"

"Really? You're a lawyer? Oh wow, I never talked to a lawyer before," Yvonne
said both truthfully and to buy herself some time. Unburdening her soul to
this woman would be a huge act of trust and she wasn't sure she was ready.
On the other hand all her feelings were so close to the surface, badly
needed ventilating, and Barbara had followed through on every promise so
far. She was sure she could trust her but would she be turned off by things
like her rape? Would she see Yvonne after that as just another piece of
trailer park trash and not worthy of her deeper affections? Briefly her
fears fought against her need to disclose, but then one look into Barbara's
warm grey eyes convinced her to take the chance, that everything just might
be okay and that Barbara would still feel the same about her afterwards,
just as she had said.

Mustering up her courage Yvonne began to tell her gruesome tale of neglect
and abuse that Barbara had only half expected. While her own mother had been
an alcoholic, Yvonne's was a heroin and crack addict and it became clear to
Barbara that there was a big difference between these addictions and the
effects they had had on each as children. Yvonne told of being made to watch
her mother turning tricks, as her mother earned extra money by having the
child in the room, of watching the blood squirt from hers veins as she tried
to shoot up, of constantly moving from hotels to rooming houses to social
housing during the brief times her mother tried to get clean, and of fleeing
in the middle of the night because the rent wasn't paid.

Yvonne's one salvation had been school but she found it difficult to fit in
because of her frequent changes of address and from the poor quality of her
clothing and hygiene. She was frequently taunted and bullied but endured
because some of the teachers cared and recognized the brilliance of her
young mind and encouraged her to keep trying. And Yvonne had kept trying,
right up until that night when her mother's latest boyfriend, in a frenzied
drunken state, decided he wanted the daughter too and Yvonne's world turned
upside down.

Barbara listened horrified as Yvonne related the events of that terrible
evening some five months ago on what had been in fact her twelfth birthday.
While Yvonne cited each of the details of that terrifying night her voice
became almost mechanical in its delivery. It was Barbara who had tears
streaming down her face, whose emotions were laid out and flayed raw by each
revelation of the cruelty and suffering meted out by this boyfriend, this
beast who had Yvonne's mother stand by and watch the whole sordid and
wretched scene unfold.

"Oh my God, honey, how could anyone treat you that way? It's monstrous!"
cried Barbara as she scooped young Yvonne into her arms and rocked her and
held her tight, so tight she realized the poor thing probably couldn't
breath, and she eased up.

"It was pretty bad alright," said Yvonne into Barbara's blouse. "I was all
bloody, you know, down there, and real scared that he was gonna hurt me some
more but he stopped and his thing got soft and he grabbed my mom, took her
outside and left me alone. I cleaned up as best I could and I was in a lot
of pain. To feel safe I spent the night in the closet with the door shut. In
the morning I just grabbed all my things and ran away down here. I haven't
seen either of them since and I never want to again." Yvonne stated
adamantly.

At that admission Yvonne's own tears began flowing again and Barbara just
held her and cherished her, swearing to her over and over again that she
would never let anyone harm her like that ever again, ever baby, ever...

They stayed locked in each other's arms for what seemed hours when Yvonne
pulled back finally and asked to use the bathroom while wiping the tears
from her eyes. "Over there on the left," Barbara directed. "While you're in
there I'll get you some night clothes and we'll see where you can sleep. If
you want a shower feel free honey. There's lots of soap, towels and shampoo.
A nice hot shower might make you feel a whole lot better," she added. Yvonne
answered saying that sounded like a great idea and off she went.

When she was alone in Barbara's toilette and the door closed she looked
around. She'd never seen a bathroom this big before or so pretty. Everything
was pink and lavender colored and smelled deliciously of exotic soaps and
perfumes. Ahead of her was a full length mirror and she watched herself
undress. She first kicked off her old runners and socks then unbuttoned her
jeans and let them fall in a heap on the floor. She pulled her white T-shirt
over her head and stood naked, underwear being something of a luxury in her
world, and then she looked closely at her body.

Given her age Yvonne thought she looked okay but she had never really taken
the time to study herself before or see herself as a sexual being. She was
slim and very trim after her months living rough, about 5 feet tall, and
she'd managed somehow to keep most of her weight on. Her breasts were as yet
small prominences on her chest but her nipples had grown and darkened over
the past year. Between her legs all of the abrasions and bruising had
finally healed but she noticed she could see more of her labial lips than
before, an unwanted result of her rape that had brutally ripped away her
hymen. She noticed too, that her clitoris was now more pronounced, peeking
out almost shyly from the top of her hairless slit.

Is it all enough though to keep Barbara interested in her? And what if
Barbara were only into men? Yvonne shivered at this thought but decided to
let these questions go for now as she stepped lightly instead into the
steamy shower she had set for herself. One thing at a time. If her life had
taught her anything to this point it was patience. As the warm steamy water
poured over her she let the heady, almost blissful feeling of healing wash
through her as well from her disclosures to Barbara and her obvious
acceptance of her afterward. It had felt so good unloading all that stuff to
her.

Barbara, still attempting to process everything Yvonne had told her, had
meanwhile got busy on her guest room, unused for many months, by airing it
out, fluffing it up and otherwise getting it ready for its latest guest. She
also dug out a size large white cotton T-shirt that ought to suit Yvonne for
the night. My God, what that poor child's been through, she thought as she
continued.

Barbara's own bed was a king size posturepedic sea of goose down underlays,
satin sheets and plush comforters. Being a very sensuous person she ensured
that her sleeping area matched her passion for soft, gentle textures that
allowed her to drift off to sleep as if borne on a cloud. It had been a long
time since anyone had shared that bed with her though, she recognized with
some sadness.

As Barbara emerged from the guest room she saw Yvonne exiting the bathroom.
She looked so adorable with that big blue bath towel wrapped around her body
while a smaller towel graced her head and hair. She was all freshly pink and
smiles as she came up to Barbara and grinned a big grin.

"Your bathroom is awesome! I've lived with my mom in rooms smaller than
that!" she exclaimed with a laugh.

"So you're feeling better are you?"

"Yeah, and thank you so much for listening to me and being here for me
tonight. I hope I didn't like gross you out or anything,"

"No way, honey pie. If anything I love you even more now than I did before."

"Really? You don't know how much that means to me right now," Yvonne said
with a small sob as she embraced Barbara in a warm almost passionate hug.

Barbara could feel the dampness of Yvonne's young body pressed into hers and
resisted the urge to simply strip the bath towel away and feel her warm
naked skin next to her. My God, I'm losing it, she thought.

"Honey, there's a big old T-shirt in the guest room you can put on and then
I'll blow dry your hair for you. How would that be?"

"That would be wonderful!" exclaimed Yvonne. Barbara watched her scamper
around the corner into the guest room and marveled at how cute she looked
when she re-emerged wearing the size large white T-shirt.

"This feels just so cool!" Yvonne declared as she modeled the shirt for
Barbara, even letting it twirl out as she spun around, which allowed Barbara
to catch a brief glimpse of her bare rear end, something she wasn't at all
expecting to see. Oh my, what an angel, she thought, staring at her blonde
hair and the snow white shirt that fell to her knees. All she's missing are
the wings, a halo, and underpants.

"Okay sit over here, Yvonne," Barbara indicated a chocolate colored kitchen
chair she'd brought into the living room. "Then I can brush and dry that
lovely blonde hair of yours." She set about gathering together her blow
dryer, comb, and hair brush and recovering somewhat from the sight of
Yvonne's bare pink ass cheeks.

Yvonne quickly sat down with Barbara behind her and felt the gentle heat of
the dryer at work on her scalp. Barbara would take each long strand of hair
into the brush then slowly apply the dryer inch by inch until each strand
was done. Yvonne relaxed into the gentle sensuous rhythm of Barbara's
ministrations to the point where she almost fell asleep. Heaven, she
decided, could not get much better than this.

For Barbara's part she was having similar feelings to Yvonne's. This simple
act of grooming is so bonding, she mused. She could see the look of almost
ecstasy on Yvonne's face as she continued, strand after strand, to dry the
young girl's hair. It was a look almost what? Sexual? You're dreaming, she
sighed to herself as she continued until finally the job was done.

"My God honey, you're so beautiful!" Barbara gushed as she took in the sight
of Yvonne's perfect little face framed by dry, clean, shimmering blonde
hair.
Yvonne herself had never had this kind of attention paid to her before and
ran to look in a nearby cabinet mirror. She squealed in delight then ran
back to Barbara and without thinking kissed her full on the lips.

"Oh my gosh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to..."

"Hey, hey, it's okay," Barbara reassured her feeling delightfully flustered.
"I haven't been kissed in a long time. It was nice, baby. Don't worry," but
she continued to look mortified, both hands sealing off her lips.

"You mean it was okay? Kissing you like that?" Slowly Yvonne relaxed and
dropped her hands.

"More than okay baby," Barbara looked at her with a desperately passionate
look that she quickly tried to cover up but too late. Yvonne had noticed.

A surge of sexual energy rushed through the girl as she recognized the look
on Barbara's face. For all of being only twelve there are some things that
are just instinctual, like being able to read the lust in a potential
lover's eyes. Yvonne responded coyly.

"You mean you liked me kissing you?" Yvonne asked with a grin and her eyes
full of something almost mischievous.

"Yes I did, so don't feel bad about it. In fact," Barbara held her breath.
"You can kiss me whenever you like," she exhaled and noticed the look of
wonder in Yvonne's eyes as the meaning of her words sunk in.

For Barbara this was as forward as she ever wanted to get. The kiss had been
enchanting, feeling the girl's full lips in contact with her own, but she
didn't want to push herself onto her but she didn't want to close the door
on any further intimacies either. God, I'm being so bad, she berated
herself.

Yvonne was slightly less confused by Barbara's offer. In fact she saw it as
an invitation to start taking some initiative, as something that freed her
from her dreadful fear of rejection. What in the world had possessed her to
kiss this woman? She wasn't going to analyze it. Grown ups probably get
freaked out by stuff like this though so I'll take things slowly, Yvonne
concluded. At the same time she was so excited because she might, just
might, after all her years of struggle, strife and pain, get it all; the
girl, the condo and the whole new life she so desperately craved. Was that
being selfish, she wondered, then realized it didn't matter. If anyone
deserved a break it was her, she decided. For whatever reason Barbara loved
her and that was good enough. And she now recognized, with something like a
flash, that she loved her back with probably equal intensity.

"So, do I get to kiss you good night then?" Yvonne asked somewhat
provocatively.

Barbara felt a wave of heat pass through her body. "You sure do, but
bedtime's a little ways ahead yet," she deferred cautiously. "Do you want to
watch some TV first?" Yvonne quickly nodded yes and Barbara handed her the
remote. "While you're doing that I'll go have a shower myself and change
into my night clothes too. Be back in a flash sweetie! And have some more
ice cream if you'd like," Barbara called over her shoulder as she headed
down the hall for the shower.

When Barbara had reached the sanctity of her bathroom she noticed the
humidity left over from Yvonne's shower, but noted too that everything was
otherwise in order, including the folded washcloth, soap and shampoo bottle
placed exactly where they'd been before Yvonne's visit. Her clothes too,
were neatly folded and placed on the counter. Well, if you're trying to
score points, you just have, Barbara laughed as she began undressing.

She too looked herself over in the full length bathroom mirror and thought
she still looked pretty damned good for fifty. Her breasts were still firm
and capped by large pink nipples that she noticed were extended in
excitement. Her long legs were trim and the small triangle of brown pubic
hair at her groin topped them off nicely. Who wouldn't want me? Barbara
giggled before stepping into the hot shower.

Once inside Barbara let the stress and tension of the last few days wash out
of her. She's here, she likes me and I think she wants to stay, she decided
confidently. And maybe, just maybe there's something sexual bubbling under
her careful exterior, Barbara thought wickedly, reliving the moment of their
first kiss once again.

Taking her time Barbara luxuriated in the hot flowing water, letting it play
over her body endlessly, easing her tired neck and shoulders especially,
where she knew she always carried her tension and stress. After a quick
shampoo and rinse she turned off the shower and, feeling thoroughly
refreshed, she prepared to venture forth into this new relationship with
Yvonne, wondering at the possibilities it might bring to fruition for both
of them.

She found Yvonne comfortably planted on the couch watching blaring music
videos. As soon as she spied Barbara though she turned down the volume.

"Sorry, I guess that was a little loud, huh?" Yvonne asked, immediately
endearing herself to Barbara, while she in turn quietly admired Barbara's
body swathed in a big pink wrap-around bath towel. She is just so gorgeous,
Yvonne enthused to herself.

"Oh no worries. I grew up in the sixties and seventies. Loud music doesn't
bother me," Barbara laughed then sat down at the other end of the couch.

"Hey, you want me to blow dry your hair too?" Yvonne asked her.

"Well sure, if I'm not interrupting your program," Barbara said. "That would
be nice, thank you!"

Seating herself in the same chair Yvonne had recently occupied she propped
herself up and waited for Yvonne to start. "My hair's kind of short. You
don't need to comb or brush it, hon."

"Aw, but I want to," Yvonne pouted. Signaling her surrender Barbara gave in
and thoroughly enjoyed the sensation of being pampered by this young pretty
scamp she was falling in love with. After a few precious minutes under her
tender care Yvonne announced proudly that she was finished. "Go look!" she
urged Barbara.

Barbara went to the same mirror Yvonne had used and actually liked the job
she'd taken such pains to do. She turned around with a big smile on her
face. "It's wonderful, love. You did a great job!" Then she surprised Yvonne
by coming over and returning her kiss, but this time letting it linger a few
moments longer. She sensed Yvonne responding and was excitedly encouraged to
go farther but stopped, pulling away as she gazed into Yvonne's dreamy
looking face and smiled.

"You see, kisses are okay honey."

"Oh my!" was all Yvonne said as she moved in for a big hug. "But I still get
to kiss you goodnight too, remember?"

"How could I forget? I look forward to it!"

After this erotically charged moment Barbara moved off to her bedroom to
change. Oh my God, she thought as she slipped on some panties and a large
T-Shirt with a big Garfield on it. I think she's really into going further.
I'd better be careful!

When Barbara came back out she joined Yvonne on the couch and watched the
videos with her. Some she even enjoyed but with the others she realized
contentedly this is just something she's just going to have to get used to,
not that she was complaining.

"Honey, guess what?" Barbara asked during a commercial break. "Maybe you
don't know this but tomorrow's your birthday."

"No, my birthday..."

"No honey. That wasn't a birthday you had last time. I'm going to help you
celebrate it all over again tomorrow and, if you'd like, I want to start off
by taking you shopping, would that be okay?"

"Gosh yes!"

"And I'd also like you to consider living here with me from now on. Of
course you don't have to make your mind up right away..."

Yvonne simply squealed "Oh my God, this is so too much. You mean like move
in now and...and never have to go back to the woods...and live here in this
like, mansion?  With you? You really like me that much?" she gasped. Did she
hear right? Did Barbara really want her to live here with her?

Barbara almost cried when she saw the look of cataclysmic joy on Yvonne's
eager face. "God, I love you sweetheart, you precious baby. Yeah I like you
that much. What do you think of that?"

"I think I want to stay here almost forever!" Yvonne burst out in
astonishment.

"Well, we'll take things a day at a time, honey, and worry about forever
some other day, but you can stay as long as you like. How's that?"

"Perfect! I mean that's the best birthday present I could ever get! Thank
you!"

"Tomorrow's going to be a special day too honey, you'll see," Barbara
promised.

"Oooo, I know it will. I can't wait! And I think it's even bedtime now," she
said as her program ended. "So do I get to give you that goodnight kiss
then?"

Barbara simply moved her head down and touched her lips tenderly against
Yvonne's. Then she felt Yvonne's hand gently place itself on her shoulder
and the kiss intensify. Following Yvonne's lead Barbara stayed with her and
heard Yvonne moan as the kiss deepened and Barbara ever so slightly opened
her lips and met Yvonne's eager tongue with hers. Both tentatively explored
each other then they each grew bolder until finally their mouths were wide
open and their tongues delved deep into each other's throat, probing and
dueling, endlessly tangling around and around each other. Barbara felt dizzy
with desire but knew she had to pull back before things got out of control.

"Sweet Jesus, baby, that was a pretty grown up kiss." Barbara panted,
holding Yvonne away from her by both shoulders. "You know where that was
heading don't you, little one? You must know that that is in no way a
condition of my accepting you here. I'd be devastated if you felt you had to
please me like this just to stay here."

"Oh my God, no!" cried Yvonne. "I am so in love with you it hurts. I would
never do that, I promise! Oh please say it's okay?"

Seeing the pleading, hurt look in Yvonne's clear blue eyes Barbara's heart
melted. "Oh yes honey it's okay. I just need to be sure. This is such a big
step and it's happening so fast I'm really nervous. And I love you more than
you can ever know, sweetheart, but I'm fifty years old. Are you sure you
want me as a lover? And what about boys? Surely you'll want someone your own
age sooner or later..."

"Barbara no! I've always liked girls. I know I'm gay and all kids my own age
ever did was tease me and give me a hard time. The only people nice to me
are adults, older people like my teachers and you. Please, I really want you
as my, well, girlfriend. I can't bear to think about not being with you! And
what about you, do you like girls too? I mean..."

"Yes honey, I'm gay too. Funny how that work's out. I won't be leaving you
for some man any time soon," she laughed. Barbara succumbed to her pleading
and questioning and hugged her close. "But you know baby, there's going to
be times where I'm going to have to be the parent," she said by way of
affirming her acceptance of their relationship. "Not often I hope but you're
still a young minor and, just to let you know, nobody can know about us and
I mean nobody. Not street friends nor anyone else. Can you handle that?"

"I never want to go down to those streets again ever! I hated my life with
my mother and I hate living in the park and the street even more. I've
figured out that that's not who I am or where I belong. Here just feels so
right to me and I know how to keep secrets. I always knew what to tell and
not tell the social workers to stay out of foster care, the police and
doctors too," While some foster homes were no doubt excellent all Yvonne had
ever heard were the horror stories from other kids. Better the devil she
knew with her mother. "I learned that much. Please don't worry about that,
okay?" Yvonne assured her.

"I keep forgetting how grown up you can be sometimes and no, I won't worry
honey," Barbara said sincerely. "Now, about bedtime," she paused nervously.
"Would you like to sleep with me tonight?" she invited, hardly believing
that things had progressed so far so fast, or that she'd said what she just
did. "I'd like to take things a little slowly but I'd be thrilled if you'd
cuddle up next to me tonight. Would that be okay?"

"Better than okay! I'd so love to sleep with you tonight, you just don't
know!" Yvonne enthused.

Barbara led her slowly into her bedroom that was done up largely in
different shades of blue. Exclaiming her astonishment at the luxurious
layout of Barbara's boudoir Yvonne ran over to the bed and jumped on top of
her pastel blue duvet cover and instantly felt the incredible softness of
the goose down underlay beneath it. "Oh my God, it's like you're a queen or
something!" she pronounced with awe.

"And you're my little princess," Barbara said with a laugh while drawing
back the covers. "Come on sweetie, in you get," she ordered.

Yvonne didn't hesitate and dove in between Barbara's dark indigo satin
sheets and lay there in the middle of the king size bed with the covers
pulled up to her chin. Barbara briefly adored the sight of her pretty young
face sticking out from the sea of blue that surrounded her before climbing
into bed beside her.

"Now come here and cuddle," Barbara ordered again.

"Okay, but how about I give you another goodnight kiss first," Yvonne
giggled, moving next to Barbara and relishing the feel of her warm body
touching hers.

"Oh, I suppose," said Barbara in mock indifference as their lips met again
in another searing kiss. Pulling back slightly Barbara began kissing
Yvonne's cheeks, eyes and ears, finishing at her tender young neck. "Oh
sweetheart, you taste so good," Barbara murmured as she continued. Nothing
in her entire life had felt more right than this. How could that be?

"I feel like I'm in heaven or some kind of dream," Yvonne whispered. "I just
hope I never wake up!" She moved closer to Barbara and felt the fullness of
her breasts against her chest and the urgent contact her hips were making.
She decided to relax and submit to whatever desires Barbara might have,
trusting in her completely.

"Honey, tonight we're just going to kiss and cuddle but remember," Barbara
reminded her. "Tomorrow's your birthday sweetheart, so anything you want to
do here, or not do here, is okay. Can you wait?" Can I wait? mused Barbara.

How deliciously sweet she is, Yvonne thought. "Yes I can wait. I guess this
is going to be some birthday, huh?" she giggled.

"Yep, as good as I can make it," Barbara promised and with that she turned
Yvonne over and spooned with her, giving little butterfly kisses to her neck
and ear.

"That tickles," she murmured happily.

Barbara continued until she felt Yvonne slowly unwind and fall into a deep
relaxed sleep. Yes, girlfriend it's going to be some birthday for you. The
best I can make it, Barbara promised again as she too slowly drifted off
into a deep satisfying slumber.

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